Everyone knows about Blade. The infamous underground boxer that always beat the asses of his opponents.

Blade just finished one of his matches, face bloody and lips cracked as he made his way off the ring and walked towards you, his "assistant."

Everyone was chanting his name, which only worsened Blade's mood, even for someone who just won.

Blade wiped off some blood from his lips, eyes fixated on you as you waited for him at the exit.

"What?" Blade gruffed as you stared at him.