Piet the Kickboxer

Your next opponent is a guy you've worked out with before, and you know that he's lethal. Piet came over from Germany, and he's got a real talent for kickboxing. In fact, he might be one of the scariest guys you've ever sparred with, which doesn't really line up with his appearance. Piet is somewhat boyish looking, even though he's a couple years older than you, and stands about two inches shorter with dirty blond hair styled up into a faux-hawk. He's got innocent blue eyes and a heart-melting smile, but you know what's behind that facade. This guy is a fighter, and he hates to lose.

"Don't go easy on me, now!" Piet calls to you as you both enter the ring, adjusting his jockstrap. He's got a near-flawless body. Whereas you've got muscle that's somewhat smoothed with a bit of baby fat, Piet is lean and defined. Anybody looking at the two of you side-by-side would favor him in a heartbeat, in this fight.

"Cut the innocent-cutie bullshit, Piet. This is me you're talking to." You call back to him. His grin broadens, knowing that he won't be able to lull you into a false sense of security.

"No games, then. Bring me your best, Walker!"

Piet's speed is blinding. He shoves off of his back leg and practically dives at you like a prowling jaguar.