(Fight Grid intro plays.)
[SCREENBAR: FIGHTING SPIRIT – DUBLIN, IRELAND]
(The camera opens up to none other than Diego Montana, who is seen still in pain after what went down in the Tag Team Turmoil Tournament Finals, where his partner, Miku Sakai… kicked him right in the nuts. He’s wincing a little bit, with the kick below the belt still lingering even after getting checked out by medical and going back to the locker room to recuperate, as he’s sitting on a production crate in an undisclosed area backstage. With a towel wrapped around his neck, putting down his water bottle, he begins to speak… to himself.)
Diego Montana: I thought… me and Miku-chan… I thought we had something! Mamacita and I could have ruled the world together… take those titles from those goth baddies Selina and Daniella… We woulda ran that shit. That $500,000 dollar bonus woulda been so nice… imagine how much dubai chocolate I could have bought… that would have been something, man. Now, here I am… sitting by myself… drinking this water! You know what I really need right now…?
(Suddenly, a backstage producer comes running up to Diego and tells him… )
Producer: I got the latte you ordered.
(Diego looks up and down at the producer and the “latte” he brought him…
(SMACK!)
(Before smacking it away from him! The producer is taken aback by this as Diego tells him.)
Diego Montana: MATCHA! I WANT MATCHA! NOT SOME REGULAR ASS LATTE, YOU PERRO!!
Producer: But you never–
Diego Montana: JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE, FOOL!! YOU HEARD?!
(The producer hurries away, leaving Diego by himself as he wraps the towel over his face, processing his frustration and sadness after everything that happened at Fighting Spirit, especially his “relationship” with Miku falling apart.)
Diego Montana: Say wallahi, bro… this night fucking sucks… Miku-chan, why did you have to do that!!!
(Diego brings the towel to his lap, as he looks wonderlessly into the abyss, until… all of a sudden, a small, feminine hand with black painted nails reaches out to him…)
(… with the hand holding out a matcha latte!)
(Diego’s eyes widen seeing the latte right in front of him as he murmurs to himself…)
Diego Montana: Uhhhhh…..
(Diego then looks up and it’s revealed to be… CIRCE standing right in front of him! Diego is at a loss for words, specifically that Minerva’s little sister is here right now handing him a matcha. After a moment, he takes it from her hand as she begins to lick her lips, looking at Diego who is still shocked by what’s happening right now.)
Circe: May I sit down?
(Diego has no words, as he looks up in awe at Circe, who sits down next to him anyways. He begins to look flustered as she eyes him up and down, looking at him in quite the peculiar way. After a long, awkward moment, Circe then asks him a question.)
Circe: Rough night, huh?
(Diego still looks speechless, he didn’t think he’d get this far, actually, he didn’t think he’d get here at all. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve being handed a matcha latte by a woman and having her sit right next to him, that’s one more base than he’s ever gotten in his life! No words are coming out of his mouth, just his eyes widening with a little bit of sweat coming down his forehead. Circe then proceeds to place her hand on Diego’s right shoulder, as his face is even more in shock of what’s happening right now. She then asks him…)
Circe: Does that feel better?
(Circe continues to rub that right shoulder of Diego who gives a slight nod, showing his appreciation as she lets out a sly smile towards him. Diego then finally begins to speak as he mutters out…)
Diego Montana: Ummm… Can I…. Can I help you…?
(Diego can barely put his words together as Circe lets out another grin towards him, before she responds by telling him…)
Circe: As a matter of fact… let me help you…
(Circe then says the following in a very seductive tone towards him…)
Circe: Daddy Diego…
(Diego is at a point of almost utter shock about what’s going on right now, so much so he isn’t even drinking the matcha latte she got him. Circe then proceeds to stand right up, extending her hand towards him before saying…)
Circe: Come with me.
(Diego still isn’t processing what’s happening as Circe then just takes his hand and helps him stand right up. Diego, still holding onto his matcha, is taken away by her as they leave the scene. Soon enough the camera pans over to the producer who came right back with a matcha latte, wondering where Diego had gone as the scene fades off. )
(Fight Grid logo buzzes.)
