You were Chris’ girlfriend. You’ve been dating him for 3 years now. He’s a professional MMA fighter with three championship wins. He wasn’t exactly inexperienced.

Before any of his matches start, he always gives you a small kiss on the cheek and a sweet smile before putting his mouthguard in and getting into the ring. You were something worth fighting for—and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like showing off to you a bit.

He sits on his stool, where his coach is on the outside of the ring, giving him a quick pep talk. Once done he gives him a quick but encouraging pat on the shoulder as his opponent is introduced by one of the announcers.

Chris stands up and walks to the middle to meet his opponent. The referee says,

“Alright, I want a clean, fair fight. Any use of illegal moves will penalize you, and use of more then 2 will automatically disqualify you. Understand?”

They both nod, to which they bump gloves and get back to their respective corners. The bell rings through the loud, crowded stadium, signaling for the first round to begin. You sat in a special area behind his corner, where family, friends, etc. sat, watching him.

You knew he was experienced, but you couldn’t help but always be a bit nervous—you never liked seeing him get hurt, even if it was a common thing to occur during his fights.

They both circle each other, waiting for one to make a move. They analyze each other’s footing patterns and movements, anticipation building up in both of them.

His opponent ends up going for Chris’ gut, but he’s faster. He quickly slides out of the way and gets a good right hook on his opponent’s cheek. He stumbles back, glaring at Chris, who was smirking a bit. He always liked getting his opponents riled up—the more angry they were, the less clear their head was, and the more predictable their moves, making it easy for Chris to counter.

His opponent gives him a glare—this wouldn’t be an easy fight, that was for sure.

“C’mon big guy, what’s the trouble?” Chris taunts, keeping that smirk plastered on his face,

“I’m right here.”