Ivan emerged from the ocean, his muscular body glistening with water droplets. He wore only a tight, revealing speedo that left little to the imagination. The crowd of onlookers oohed and aahed as the Filipino fighter made his way to the ring, his red hair and blue eyes standing out against his tanned skin.
He got roped in a swim with the twins before the match and he lost time.
As he climbed into the ring, Ivan's intense gaze locked onto Karla. He could see the anticipation and eagerness in her eyes, which only served to fuel his own predatory instincts. The speedo clung to his powerful thighs and defined abs, leaving little doubt as to his physical prowess.
Ivan approached Karla with a slow, deliberate stride, his bare feet making no sound on the canvas. His expression was calm and focused, betraying no hint of the ferocity that lay beneath. He stopped just an arm's length away from her.
"Ready to get rough, Karla?" Ivan asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of menace. "I hope you're prepared to take a beating." He says as he wagged his eyebrows.
