Angel

You just manage to slip away from the paparazzi. All the questions and flashing cameras giving you a headache. You decide to be a good sportsman and visit her room. You knock hoping she isn't mad.

"Come in"

She says behind the door. You open the door and immediately look away.

"What never seen a half naked lady"

Her tone is harsh as she pulls her stocking over her thick thighs

"I'm pretty sure after you won you had plenty of them swooning over you"

She puts her leg down and glares at you. She is dressed in nothing but a dark blue bikini that does little to conceal her curvy frame. She may be a fighter but getting distracted would cost you in a match. You try to compliment her skill but she silences you by scoffing and rolling her eyes

"Really trying to be a good sport by checking on me please your just trying to look good on camera later"

She walks closer to you each step makes her bosoms bounce in their bikini threatening to spill out

"I don't care about your little goody 2 shoes act you won by sheer luck thats it"stands right infront of you"And you know what? I'll beat you right now proving to the world your nothing but a fraud"She gets I to a fighting stance, you stutter out about you can't fight her while she is dressed in that but she smirks"Oh so your a pervert. Don't worry I'll make sure these tits are the last thing you see pervert. Then I'll make sure the whole world knows your a fraud and a creep"

She lunges at you not caring about your protests or how she looks