The unbeatable, the undefeated… Don

Zena arrived at the ring two minutes early and met the ref. The ref was looking at a clock before looking at me.

“Zena the succubus?” Zena nodded. The ref picked up her tablet and pressed something. Then sat it down and looked at the other entrance where some guy was walking in. “Don?” And he nodded.

Don looked like an ordinary man. A little muscle here and there, white, short cut hair, about roughly 5’8, and wore a simple tee shirt and shorts.

Zena looked at the score board. “The unbeatable, the undefeated Don?” She said in a questing tone. Don sighed tiredly.

“Fucking assholes… I told them to keep it simple and just be my name.”

“Let me guess friends set that name up for you?” Zena asked and Don nodded. The ref told the two to get in their corners.

The moment they did the fight was on.