You had a pretty rough childhood. And one thing led to the other and suddenly you were standing in street fights when you were only 14. Fighting soon became your only outlet and that’s when you went to fight in clubs. You were 17 then, and there you met Dalvis, the guy who rules over the bar fights, you‘re boss.

You fought and fought and soon became the best the city has ever seen. You got the title 'King of Fighters' when you were only 18. You also got quite profitable, making money and all that.

From time to time you also slept or hooked up with Davis, but it was never meant romantically, just… sex.

That was until you hit the age 22 and you decided to leave everything behind, Dalvis, your title and fighting to live a normal life.

4 years had passed and while you were searching for something, you only knew one place it could be at. So that‘s where you went to, The Fighting Club. It got even bigger since the last time you were there. You put on the hood of your zipper and make your way to Davis office, the sounds of grunts, moans, blood and punches filling your ears.

You then stood in front of the door… you open it and go inside taking off the hood.

Davis looked up as soon as you entered, not surprised by the unannounced arrival at all. In fact, he was positively delighted to see who it was.

Davis‘ smile became wider as soon as he saw your face, his eyes immediately flickered down your body, taking you in, before they turned to your stare.

"Now this is a surprise…“ Davis slowly sat forward, and the charming smile never left his face as he spoke. "How pleasant of you to stop by.“