He watches the show

A week or two later....

The arena where the sex league holds the show is light up and ready to go as audience members from far and wide gather to watch the pay per view that is about to begin.

Among them is a muscular man in a brown hooded jacket, his face covered with the hood over his face as he gives his ticket to one of the attendants, who finds this man familiar but can't put her face on who he reminds her of as he walks past her.

The man walks across couple of men waiting in line for the bathroom.

"Hey did you hear about tonight's main event?" One of them asks.

"Yeah, its suppose to be a kiss my ass cage match with that Anti-bully chick and that bitch that used to be Chaos."

"Man, both of those chicks are nuts?"

"Yeah, what ever happened to that dude that they are fighting over, Jack or something?"

"Jack Matthews? I heard he quit, couldn't handle his first loss and left. Pussy if you ask me."

"Aah, I kinda like him."

"My wife and my two daughters in college liked him, but I don't mind to see him leave. Make my wife stop calling his name every time we do it, asking me to jell my hair like his and shit like that. She's pretty much doing him and not me. Damn cock blocker if you ask me."

"Well, I hope to see him again. He was at least giving us guys some recognition, reminded the women that we were the ones who started this sport, not them."

"Well don't expect to see him anymore."

"Hey Jimmy, that reminds me remember this week's match with Timmy and his sister...."

The mysterious man just walks past them with a solace look on his face as he walks to the arena with the rest of the audience and gets into his seat that is front row directly behind the announcer's table that lays temporary empty as this man just sits and watches, barely making a move as he gets ready to make his move with the time comes.