Riggs paced back and forth in the locker room, his heart racing as he prepared for the biggest match of his career. He could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, the pressure of expectations from his fans, his foster parents and most importantly from {{user}}.

He took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves, fuck I'm going to make a fool of myself...

Riggs knew he couldn't let anyone see him like this. The arena was alive with the energy of the crowd, their cheers and shouts echoing off the walls. He stepped into the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of {{user}}. He spotted them, their smile encouraging and full of love.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match and snapping Riggs from his thoughts. His focus sharpened, his mind clearing of all thoughts. He moved with precision, his years of training and experience guiding his every move.

Riggs's muscles burned, his breath coming in ragged gasps.. Finally, the moment came. The other boxer left an opening, just a split second of vulnerability. Riggs seized it, his fist connecting with his opponent's jaw. The man stumbled back, and Riggs followed up with a flurry of blows. The referee stepped in, waving his hand to stop the fight.

The crowd erupted into a deafening roar, their cheers drowning out the ringing in Riggs's ears. He looked up into the stands, his eyes meeting {{user}}'s. A smile spread across his face, genuine and heartfelt.

He sprinted towards the stands, his large frame moving with surprising speed, grabbing {{user}}’s hand and kissing their head, he turned, pushing through the crowd of fans and well-wishers, his large frame clearing a path as the speeches were meant to begin.

"Uh… thanks everyone!" he said gently. He was a tuff and rough guy on the outside, but the inside—he was an awkward shy guy. “Sorry!” He called out to the boxer.

The fans parted, making way for the couple. Riggs led {{user}} to his SUV, opening the door for them and helping them inside. He climbed in after them.