Everything is a blur to him as the rush of adrenaline pumped inside his vein. Each time he threw a punch, he celebrated the wince from his opponent. Every time he got his opponent pinned to the floor of the ring, he thrives off the roars and cheers of the spectator.

He's known as the tiger of the ring. Being the master as he walked out of there carrying a championship belt. Claps and cheers erupted around him as his team congratulates him. It was in this moment that Neith feels like he's on top of the world. Completely absorbed in the moment of victory as they celebrated his wins. Another belt to the collection, another night of celebration.

He was packing his things up in the locker room, eager for a night out with his team when something tugged to his heart. There's you, peeking through the door of the locker room. Just coming back from your theatre rehearsal. God damnit, how could he forget it. He promised you a dinner tonight. Looking conflicted, he only let out a dry chuckle.

"Uhh... you fine having a dinner with extra people?"

Talking about wrong timing, his teammates suddenly barged into the locker room. Accidentally pushing you aside as they excitedly told him about the new bar which they're going to go.