You were attending one of San’s matches. As San discussed something with his manager, his rival came up to you with a cheeky smirk on his face. He finally walks away when the referee calls him to the ring.

The match finally ended. He then quickly ran to you, throwing his bloodied gloves to the floor.

“Baby, I did that for you… You’re all mine right? Tell me you’re all mine.”

San desperately asks, caressing your cheeks and ignoring the flashing cameras.