By weekend, Ricardo is worn raw, but in a good way. Between training and everything else, he's had a busy few days, but successful ones. When he's not training people at WAW, he's booked other events and this is his first since arriving in Brixton that doesn't involve the Knights directly. It's good to have a break, especially with how tumultous everything is currently. He still regrets letting his temper get the best of him against Paige's brother, it had just happened. He exhales once more before getting to his feet and wandering out into the hall, trying to accept what had happened and move on, since he can't change it.

He watches the show for a minute before shifting aside to stretch without being in other people's way. As he listens to the crowd react to one Ethan Carter the 3rd, he peers out of the curtain and watches the man make his way to the ring, wrestling a man called Zack Gibson. Something about Ethan is familiar, although the person Ricardo is thinking of was a lot leaner and with longer, untamed hair. There had been some weird rumors about that guy getting killed in some freak fireworks accident, but Ricardo had always been so busy with Alberto that he'd never had time to follow up on it. He sighs, some of the light fading from his eyes as he straightens up and begins to test his voice.

He had met a man called Cuban Heat earlier in the day and, after some discussion, had agreed to announce him to the ring. It feels weird, reminds him too much of his past, but he powers through it and then walks away as Cuban Heat issues a challenge for ten thousand pesos, easily defeating the man who accepts the challenge. Ricardo takes a few steps, expecting his match next, when Cuban Heat issues another challenge. The man formerly known as Justin Gabrel comes out to accept, Ricardo responding by hitting him from behind. The match that follows is insane, Ricardo only just keeping up with PJ Black's highflying ability until one mistake is made. Ricardo loses focus for one second, which is just long enough for PJ Black to hit a 450 Springboard Splash, and it's over.

He lays on the mat, groaning grimly, before rolling out of the ring and stumbling backstage. He sighs and rubs at his ribs, feeling exhausted and ran ragged, before he returns to the locker room. It's mostly empty except for Ethan Carter and Ricardo sighs, settling down on a bench across from him. There's something about the man that seems familiar- the way he carries himself, how his eyes rest dismissively on Ricardo for a moment before turning back to his phone. He's watching a video without earphones in, the faint droning of a British voice raising Ricardo's curiosity but Ethan looks far from welcoming so Ricardo stays where he's at, slowly unraveling his wrist tape as he stares down at his feet.

A few moments have passed before Ethan walks by, pausing next to him. "You're Del Rio's ring announcer, aren't you?" he asks, his voice bland and low as he waits for a response by the confused looking man.

"You know El Patron?" Ricardo asks, the old nickname slipping from his lips before he even thinks about it. As soon as he realizes what he's done, he swallows hard, eyes resting on the screen of Ethan's phone just visible from this angle.

"We run in the same circles, kind of," Ethan admits begrudgingly. "We have the same fitness instructor and I've seen his girlfriend around. She's hot."

It's a fresh piercing pain deep in his chest as Ricardo focuses on those two sentences. He's moving on, the pain is less intense, doesn't last as long, but still. It's a punch to the gut every time he hears her mentioned when he's not prepared for it. So he focuses on Ethan's phone. "What is that?" he asks, jerking his head towards the screen.

Ethan's smirk grows somewhat twisted and a little bitter. "I guess you could say he's my Ricardo," he says, allowing Ricardo to hold his phone for a moment, long enough to watch the end of the video, something about inspirational quotes on Instagram.

Depsite himself, Ricardo chuckles while handing the phone back to Ethan. "He's interesting."

"Yes, he is," Ethan sighs, pocketing the devise and eyeing Ricardo. "You two would probably be best friends or some shit."

Ricardo tenses at this. "I don't ever want a best friend again."

"Funny," Ethan intones. "He says the same thing." Without explaining, he grabs his bag and leaves the room, Ricardo frowning after him.

Shaking off the strange interaction, he gets up and prepares to leave himself, exhausted and just wanting to sleep. By the time he arrives back at the room he's staying for the night, there's a picture on his phone, Alicia beaming up at her phone as she hugs Zero, wearing one of Ricardo's shirts. Someone's missing you lots, is typed below the picture.

Ricardo's pretty sure she means herself, and not just the dog. He quickly takes a picture of himself, hoping that he doesn't look as awful as he feels. Only giving it a quick glance to make sure that he's visible, he sends it along. "I miss you both too."