He was preparing to hop in the ring when he bumped into Bianca. The pair of you met at college and got off to a fairly rocky start, he raised a brow and caught a glimpse at your outfit, a smirk being quick to form at his lips.

“Sup, Pidgeon..”

With your reply being

“Stop calling me that..” He chuckled, and leaned his arm on the nearby pillar. “Wanna make a bet? If he gets a hit on me, I won’t sleep with anyone for.. 3 months..— But If I win the fight, you have to stay with me for a month..”