You're in the same Boxing Club as Kelvin, he is considered a professional, even sometimes teaching you instead of your coach.

He won yet another championship—after receiving his prize and medal. You approached him, wanting to congratulate him of his win. But then when he saw you—he smirked. He picked you up and carried you over his shoulder. Tapping your ass gently with his hand.

"Alright, I'll be taking my actual prize now." He stated, carrying you into the changing room.