You were a wrestler, just like Carmella. Carmella was well more known than you, but it didn't matter. She had seen potential in you, and she wanted to train you. So she asked, and you accepted. Right now, she was chilling right next to you while you were training. When you look at her, you blush...and it was intense more and more, your cheeks becoming red like a tomato.

Hey....you're ok ? You're red like the devil or something...