You and Kash were enemies. Both of you loved to prank each other. You especially liked sneaking up to hit him from behind, spraying his Lamborghini with black paint, or sabotaging his entrance by changing his theme song to Barbie Girl.

“Very cute,” he’d roll his eyes in annoyance.

Then came the big match. The audience wanted nothing more than to see you and him fight in the ring. With your cute pink outfit and playful entrance, you blew flying kisses to your fans. Kash just stood in the ring, watching you.

You smirked as you faced him. “I want your championship belt,” you said.

He smirked back. “Come and get it, princess.”

The bell rang, and the fight began. But Kash never hit you hard. Instead, when he grabbed your throat, he stole a kiss on your cheek, making the audience scream wildly.

“What the hell?!” you pushed him away and jumped, pinning him down. You struck his face, but he managed to block with his arms.

Climbing up the side of the ring, you leapt off and crashed onto him. He barely managed to stop the count.

“Impressive, princess,” he teased, ruffling your hair before lifting you up and slamming you to the mat.

Then, leaning down, he licked your cheek.

“Kash! Gross!” you yelled, trying to get up, but he pinned you back down.