Special Observers?

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The strip club is hopping and popping, as WrestleStock is well underway. Tammy is throwing one-kickass party with all sorts of spectators drinking, betting on the matches, and ogling all the attractive dancers. However, in a private room away from the main crowd, a regular and his young protege are watching the proceedings on the glowing television with vested interest. Well, one of the pair is. He is sitting casually on a plush couch, paying rapt attention to the action on the screen as it plays out. Dressed in all black, with black streets running through his hair, he appears the ideal image of a loner. The other half of the pair is focusing in on two of Tammy's lovely talent, who are parading their God-given, surgeon-enhanced wares before him in an attempt to squeeze some compliments(and considerable coin) out of the old man.

Vin Sin: "Rhines why are we here? I told you I had a TV at my place we could enjoy the show at? Why are we around all these...people?"

Mike Rhines: "You got a TV, but do you have these mouth watering mellons sitting on your couch?"

Rhines then turns and drools at the two busty-chested females who are scantily clad and not afraid of displaying it...for a little bit of green.

Sin: "Of course not, I don't know anyone in this town again. It's been so long, yet it is so sweet to come back and show all those doubters what I have become. Most of them have a beer gut, and make no money sitting before a computer doing mindless, repetitive work. Look at me, I just signed with the best federation in all of Texas. Whose the reject now?"

Rhines: "Well, I guess that's all good and somesuch. However, don't lose sight of why you came here. It's not for trying to prove yourself, it's about becoming the best...or somesuch. Now, stop watching that show and pay attention to the REAL show!"

Rhines indicates to the females, who cooly stride over and dance provocatively in front of Rhines. Rhines obviously enjoys this.

Rhines: "Ahhh yes. Hey ladies, did you hear that I made a three-pointer the other night?"

The ladies continue to grind, while Sin looks upon the act with a mix of shame and disgust. He is obviously not one to be taken in by these acts of debauchery.

Sin: "Look, you know I respect you. You're the person who had faith in me when noone else did. You're part of the reason I'm here this very moment. However your whore mongering is repulsive to me. I'm out of here, call me in the morning, when you sober up and realize that you are not some alcohol soaked breast fiend. Call me on the house phone, I'm going to home to watch the rest of the show in peace. If I want to be the best, I have to be able to scout, which is impossible with you coating the dancers with saliva every twenty seconds."

Sin gets up and walks out the door, taking a look back at the scene unfolding in the room. Rhines is now chasing the women around the room, in a futile attempt to hug them. He appears to be leading with his wiener as he pursues them. Sin keeps walking, oblivious to the bouncing silicone and drunken idiocy around him.

Sin(speaking almost to himself, as if trying to make himself believe the words he is spouting): "You are the best, no one is better. You've trained hard, sacrificed, channeled all the rage and angry and fury inside to create the body and skill set you currently own. They all may come, but they will all fall in the end. Soon they will all face Muerte, the ultimate fate. Soon, they all know that crossing you is a fatal Sin."

Sin finally exits the club, walking out the door onto the unusually chill March weather. He walks down the street, with his black apparel making him appear as some sort of spectre against the full moon's white glow.