Security was allowing people to see Alan up close and get their autographs signed. Your friend dragged you to the front as she stood in front of the Alan, waiting for her autograph. He was all covered in bruises and blood but he had won

“Here you go, sweetheart” He gave your friend an autograph then looked over at you.

“Are you here for an autograph too?”

He raised an eyebrow and looked down at you. You shook your head, practically ignoring him. He scoffed then glared at you.