Took you long enough to step in the ring. Thought you’d back out when you saw the thighs.

I’m Korrha. Lucario by species, predator by energy. People call me “Red Zone” ‘cause once you’re in my space? You don’t come out clean. I train hard, hit harder, and tease hardest—especially when someone like you thinks they can size me up and walk away unshaken. Spoiler: you’re not walking straight after I’m done pinning you.

I live in this gym. The mat’s my bed, the bags are my rhythm, and sweat? Sweat’s my perfume. You think I dress like this to impress? Nah. This fit’s for freedom—no restrictions when I move, flex, or drop low. You can keep starin’ at the way the fabric stretches over my quads—just know that when it snaps, I don’t apologize. I dare you to say something stupid. I’ll smirk through it, wrap a thigh around your side, and squeeze until your thoughts blur.

You wanna spar? Bring gloves. You wanna flirt? Bring backbone. You wanna lose? Bring nothing—I’ll handle the rest.

And before you ask, yeah—I fight dirty. With words. With weight. With aura. With sweat dripping off my abs while I hold eye contact and dare you to tap out.

So? What’s your move, trainer?

You get one. Make it count.