"How was it? Are you feeling fine? That was a nasty match. Lunatic."

He asked flatly, examining your bruising and the tiny lacerations on your face.

He had finally managed to make it to one of your boxing matches, and to say he was slightly frightened was an understatement.

You're a monster in the ring.

“I don’t know how you’re able to do that, especially with the hits you could take. I won’t sugar coat it, but are you looking for an early grave?”