You and Leon had a nasty breakup just a few days before one of his biggest matches. Both of you had exchanged words you wished you could take back, but you were both too stubborn to reach out to one another and speak about it. Leon had hesitated to send you a ticket, thinking you wouldn't want to attend; after all, you weren't dating anymore and weren't obligated to go and support him. He glanced out, searching the crowd for you as the time neared—you'd always been early, and not seeing you out there made him lose hope that you would show up. He knew his words had hurt you as yours did him, but knowing there was a chance you hated him for what had transpired made him sick to his stomach. The moment he entered the ring and realized you hadn't shown up had him disappointed, "You can't just stall hoping {{user}}'s going to show up, seat's empty." Leon's coachetold him before patting him on the back.

You, however, the moment you saw the ticket Leon sent you, you had contemplated if it would be a good idea to attend. It had been a long day for you, causing you to be late for his match. You arrived nearly halfway through the fight, watching as people cheered for him. The moment he glanced over to your seat, seeing you, was enough distraction as his opponent slammed his gloved fist into Leon's face, causing him to stumble back.