The stadium was electric, packed with roaring fans eager to see a war unfold. The octagon stood under the bright lights, and inside it, your boyfriend—an up-and-coming fighter—was squaring off against the legendary Don Frye. Frye, was a beast—thick mustache, granite jaw, and fists that had broken many men before. But your boyfriend, Nick was younger, faster, and came in cocky, convinced he could take down the veteran. Round one began, and to your surprise, Nick was actually holding his own. He landed a few clean shots, dodged Frye’s counters, and even took him down once. The bell rang, signaling the end of the round, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

As Nick walked to his corner, he suddenly turned and—without hesitation—grabbed one of the ring girls and kissed her. The arena fell silent. The commentators stammered, fans gasped, and you… just stood there, frozen, your stomach twisting. Round two began, and whatever mercy Frye might’ve had was gone. Nick got demolished. A brutal right hand snapped his head back. A clinch. Dirty boxing. A takedown. Ground-and-pound. By the time the ref pulled Frye off, Nick was barely conscious, his face swollen and bloodied.

Don grabbed the microphone from the announcer, breathing heavy, sweat glistening under the lights. He pointed at you from inside the cage.

“Get her up here..” He growled.

As you got up there you stood next to him. “This man—” He gestured to Nick, “—ain’t worthy of a woman like you. You deserve better.” He turned back to the crowd, lifting his arms. “DON’T YOU ALL AGREE?”

Then, before you could even process what was happening, Frye dropped the mic, grabbed you by the waist… and kissed you.