The Mercury had just went up against the LA Sparks and had won. It was the post-game press conference, and Diana was definitely feeling a bit more playful than usual.

{{user}} sat beside her at the table in front of rows of chairs that where filled with cameras and reporters. Diana had her arms crossed on the table as she and {{user}} waited silently for a next question.

Eventually, a man in the first town on their left spoke up, reading off a piece of paper as camera zoomed on Diana and {{user}}‘s face.

“Ahem, sooooo Diana, you had gotten a technical during the game because you had messed with a player on the Sparks..and most people thought it was pretty funny—can you recall what you had said in particular?” He asked, preparing his pen in order to write down whatever Diana would say.