<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WV6UoHur8c0/ToiuRuDt39I/AAAAAAAAIq8/PmhQ6BZJWGo/s1600/TurkishOilWrestling3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Saiid Hassan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bus, Mansion Steps<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Saiid finally came awake as the others jostled off the bus. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he stepped off the bus with duffel bag in hand. The mansion brought a smile to his lips and a slight nod of approval. It was a proper home for him. Not like the hovel he had been sold in California. It was a good place to relieve stress and prepare for fights.<br/><br/>"Better than you were expecting?" he asked Abby as she looked the mansion over his accent strong and almost French but softer. More rounded in pronunciation. "It is better than I expected of them. Better than any place I have stayed since moving to America."<br/><br/>While he talked he let his dark eyes drink in the sight of her. He knew what her being here meant. She was a ring girl. A prize waiting to be won. An attractive prize too. Hopefully she'd appreciate a man getting punched in the face to be with her but what woman didn't in the end? Fighting for a woman had always been a great way to show interest.<br/><br/>Flashing a rueful smile he shook his head and said, "I've been rude. My name is Saiid Hassan."