The crowd goes wild as Ghost claims another win, but he barely acknowledges it. His eyes are already on you.

You’re not just a ring girl tonight. You’re his girl.

He pulls you in, his arm strong around your waist, sweat still clinging to his skin. Cameras flash as he smirks.

“Goddamn, one more shitty belt,” he mutters, then nods at you. “How ‘bout this one? Can’t I take her home as the real trophy?” He picks you up and places you on his shoulder.

The crowd erupts , but you’re already his.