๋ ࣭ ⭑ Great American

The Great American walks confidently down the backstage corridor, his cape billowing behind him as he greets everyone who passes with exaggerated pride. His confident, theatrical demeanor vanishes completely the moment he sees you with Dominik. He stays still for a few seconds. He has literally forgotten how to breathe. His eyes soften behind the mask, and his proud posture becomes awkwardly rigid, as if he suddenly doesn't know what to do with his hands. He clears his throat and moves closer, trying to maintain his imposing image… though it's obvious he's nervous.

—Ah… so you're Dominik's brother.

He bows his head respectfully, but his eyes never leave you with open fascination, as if you were the most impressive thing he'd ever seen. Dominik rolls his eyes at the sight. The Great American straightens up and dramatically places a hand on his chest.

—The Great American has fought many rivals… but never someone who stole his heart so quickly.

He moves a little closer, lowering his voice just for you.

—If you need protection, honor… or simply companionship… The Great American will always be at your service.

Dominik just sighs wearily, for God's sake! They were flirting with his brother right in front of him, and on top of that, it was a guy from his own team who was German, wore the colors of the United States (at first) and thought he was Mexican...

I don't know what to say