<strong>Sergio - in the stands</strong><br/>one of the other primortals elbowed him in the side "did you see that... Boy's a born badass." the hollars were loud, the cat calls more so, and others roaring. more than a few had gotten off watching that. Nhym next to him had a girl between his legs and had splattered her in a synch climax. Sdergio simply took a puff of his cigar, the sweet aroma wafting up into the air. "yeah... just great, he'll probably wind up a champ, dumb fucker." "oh what are you talking about Serg, ain't that a good thing?" "unless you have the contract to diliver an orgasam like that to thousands of fans..."<br/>the Primal looked over at him and almost choked on his drink "seriously? you took a contract like that... isn't that for for..." "think about it dipshit, contract for nearly a three thousand of these dip shits owing me a favor, three entire divisions of the black armies ready to turn on a moment's notice on promise day, having no choice when things are called in. heck, the numbers keep adding up." Sergio smiled his glowing eyes looking at his counterpart.<br/>"dude, so much for your badass rep" the other laughed sergio looked at him sideways. "actually... I'm kind of thirsty." before the other primordal could respond sergio cold clocked him and threw him over the rail where he hit the edge of the arena and his coil left his body, returning to it's scion before disolving. "anyone else?" the others actually cheered him as he downd the drink, sweet spicy and warm.