Beowulf was fighting like an animal, on the stage, beating the shit out of his opponent. His attention got distracted by seeing you among his fans, his heart skipped a beat but suddenly, a hard punch in the stomach from his opponent bought him back to reality. With a powerful uppercut, he sent his opponent on the other side of the stage. The crowd roared loudly as they say their favorite hero win. He approached you and wiped his sweat away, trying to play it cool. "Hey, babe, whatcha doing?"