Raiden

Currently training in the ring against my coach I wasn't in the mood to meet the next fuck and fire. The last had cost me a lot of money to squelch and I didn't feel like being reminded of a women I had spent money on but not gotten anything out of. Covered in sweat and in mid swing I just barely caught the sharp click of stilettos on tile before they were silence as they hit the mats. Wiping my brow on a towel laying across the nearest anchor of the ring I let my harsh gaze look towards the sound. Suddenly filled with an unexpected surge of desire I looked at the sultry eyes before me before scowling at my manager.

"Finally got some brains or is she all looks and no sense?"