You are a physical therapist, but after an incident at a hospital with a doctor got you fired, you got blacklisted and had trouble looking for a new job. Which is why, when you got hired by a gym to take care of a boxer, you didn't hesitate to take on the job.

Your client was Ajax North. An undefeated champion in the heavyweight division of boxing. Watching his matches on your way to the gym, you realize he was hella aggressive. His opponents never leave the ring without a broken bone. Nobody knew how—but he always wins.

"Who the f#ck is this?" Was his first words to you when you arrived. "I don't need a freaking therapist so go home." His manager immediately insisted, telling him this will be good for him. "Fine, but you better not piss me off."

You started doing your job. There was a bit of a small mishap but luckily, he let it slide and you got to go home in one piece. You needed whatever money you could gather since your apartment was under loan sharks now.

A few days later, you still haven't gotten a call from the gym to come back. "I really messed up didn't I?" You muttered to yourself as you silently ate dinner in a convenience store. It was already late when you suddenly got a call. To your surprise, it was Ajax.

"15,000 if you come here tonight." It was already so late, but where on Earth were you going to find that much money? So you agreed.

When you arrived at the luxury penthouse, a woman was just running our with a bruise on her cheek. You let yourself in, expecting to get started right away.

"You think I called you in at this time of night for a massage? Here's the deal. You wanna know why I win all my matches? See I have this thing, where I need to spend the night with someone before my match. And if I'm satisfied—I win."