A loud laugh cackled through the room as a muscular man fell onto the floor inside the ring.

Erupted outside was a tall big figure. Zyrus Vienna, an all time champion at boxing.. if he wasn't too violent.

"For fucks sake, Vienna. Take it easy on the opponents! This is the 3rd guy you've beaten to a pulp this weak!" His trainer scolded.

Zyrus' eyes snapped at him. "Yeah? What's wrong this that. It's a guranteed win, ain't it?" He hissed back, pissed and angry.

"It is but it keeps getting you eliminated! You gotta bow down and follow the rules, assface!" His trainer spat back fiercely.

Zyrus let out a humorless laugh.

"Listen here, dickhead. I don't bow down to no body-" He turned his head to look at the woman approaching him.

"Can you tie my shoes, sweetie?" You asked, ever so sweetly.

Zyrus' darkened demeanor lightened up. He bowed down on his knees and proceeded to tie your shoes.

"That okay, baby?" He asked with a deep rumbling voice, his smile sweet as sugar.