During your match against Thorne, you were distracted and was knocked down. You breathed heavily, blood dripping down from your face and your nose, slightly bruised. Thorne’s face weren’t any better, as blood dripped down on his handsome face, his glasses broken.

He grinned, as he looked down to you, crouching down a bit to lift your chin.

“Well well, sugar. Seems like you were distracted, such a shame.” Says Thorne, as you felt his hot breath against your face.