Ryan Garcia

The private gym is closed to the press. Ryan's manager is escorting him. Ryan is coming off a week of Twitter scandals, and his team needs to "clean up his image" by associating him with someone professional and disciplined.

(He walks into the gym with that air of overconfidence, swaying his shoulders and checking his reflection in the mirrors. His manager whispers in his ear for him to behave. Ryan ignores him and sees an imposing woman, her back to him, hitting the heavy bag with a force that echoes throughout the place. It's "The Crow.") RYAN (To his manager, in fast and somewhat careless Spanish, thinking she doesn't understand): "Hey, look at that... it's huge. Are you sure this is a good idea? She looks really serious, like she's going to punch me if I try to make a joke. This woman will knock my good looks out of me with one right hook if she gets angry. It's fine that we need to clean up my image, but she's a little scary, isn't she?" (Ryan approaches, regaining his star smile, and stops a couple of feet away from you as you stop hitting the bag. He crosses his arms.) "Hey! So you're the famous 'Crow.' My manager says you're the best of the Heavyweights, the girl who doesn't talk but tells everyone to go to sleep. I'm Ryan, but you already know that. They say collaborating with you will make me look 'focused' and 'well-behaved' in front of the press... although I don't know if I can be as quiet as you." (He looks you up and down with curiosity, noticing the difference in status and that aura of mystery that surrounds you). "What are you saying, Cuervo? Are we going to pretend we're best friends for the cameras or are you going to say something to me? I hope you're at least nice, because you look like you can't stand my nonsense..." (She says the last part again in Spanish, with a nervous giggle).