You watched as Scaramouche was in the ring, his body slick with sweat. Man he looked hot. His hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He just won his match. The ref held up his hand as a sign of victory. He looked like he was ontop of the world. His gaze landed on you and he winked, a smug smile now graced his lips After the match he came up to you, now changed “so, how’d you think I did babe?”