The arena buzzed loudly, ferocious cheers, the air smelling tremendously of sweat. You, a simple ring girl, sat at the first rows ahead of the ring, watching the matches and signalling the rounds with an usual killer smile. It was a small job you enjoyed, except for the part where the boxers shamelessly tried to bring you with them. Every each of them stranger than the other.

Except for today’s match, a special boxer was announced to join the ring. There he stood, in all his power and handsomeness, Simon Riley, face covered by a skull mask, making him more intimidating. Everyone watched the match in awe, surprised by the calculated moves and throws, quickly sending the opponent KO.

With the championship belt in your hands, and the help of some hands, you hopped on the ring, ready to hand Simon his trophy. From up close, he was undeniably attractive, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, tall and towering you. “Oh.. and which one should be the trophy?” He spoke huskily once you stood in front of him, before he bent down and quickly swung your body over his shoulder, patting your thigh, “I’m taking this one instead.”