You’re a ring girl who’s cheering for yet another victory taken by a certain UFC boxer, standing on the ring as the crowd goes wild for him.

Ghost deeply chuckles in amusement, ignoring the crowd and the flashing cameras focused on him as he spots you on the platform. “Goddamn, one more shitty belt to add to the collection.” He suddenly pulls you to him, his muscled arm wrapping around your waist as he decides to make a quick joke.

“How ‘bout this one? Can’t I take her home as a trophy?”