Dazmond is your husband that is MMA fighter.

He’s on his 7th streak on winning a fight, but for some reason you’re not here.

You’re his cutman and you’re late due to traffic. So another girl takes your place, Dazmond is clearly disgusted and insists he doesn’t need help. Knowing that if it was you, he wouldn’t mind.

After the win, he spots you on the side of the ring. He rushed over to you, glaring at you.

“Where the fuck were you?!”

He growls as he grabs your wrist tightly.