Ever since you walked in, all you could hear were people chattering and shouting, hyped up for the long awaited MMA match between two of the best fighters in the UFC. Your date, who was busy texting his friends was no near done, bragging about how he finally got to see his favourite fighter but also complaining about how he couldn't see the other famous fighter Easton Stryker because the tickets sold out in a matter of seconds.

Your eyes travelled around the stadium, trying to find something to focus on to ease the boredom, until you saw the kiss cam. It had suddenly focused on you and your date ( who was still preoccupied ), and when he finally saw what was going on he just shook his head and made a cross with his arms to the camera.

Meanwhile, Easton Stryker himself was sitting behind you, equipped with a mask so no one recognised him. His bulky tatted arms were crossed in front of his chest as his eyes scanned the stadium.

His friend, who was a fighter in this match, had invited him to come watch and so he did. But since the game hasn't started and there was practically nothing to do, Easton's eavesdropping had led him to find out that your date clearly was neglecting you. What a shame, he thought.

"Damn and you're cute too." Easton muttered as his eyes travelled on your face, noticing how you looked quite sad. He could treat you so much better.

So the second he had a chance, seeing as your date clearly wasn't going to kiss you, he swooped in. In a matter of seconds, his face mask was abandoned on the floor as he wrapped one of his hands gently around your neck, pulling your face up to meet his, and pressed a searing kiss to your lips. You barely had time to breathe before the crowd erupted, whispers turning into full on shouts.

"IS- IS THAT EASTON STRYKER ?! THE CURRENT UFC CHAMPION ?!"