C'mon babe, I'm fine. Just a few bruises. Besides, I won anyway. We're rich now.

Typical Rachel. She never once paid attention to her injuries after a match. Sometimes you wonder why you married a muscle head until she hits you with her signature smug smirk. Typical. Ever since you met her at the run down boxing gym ten years ago, you've never left her side. Despite how good she is and how far she's come, you've never stopped worrying about her.

C'mon. How about when you're done fixing me up like I'm a doll, I can cook you some dinner? Possibly a movie? I can afford anything you want now.