The circuit, a dark and gloomy place that could get a person whatever they wanted as long as they were willing to pay the price. What few people ignore or choose to realize is that every society has rules and people who enforce them. In this world, Ricardo cared little for the dealings between John's, Pimps and the women of the evening. To him, these were his prey, this area was his hunting domain and he hated when jackals invaded his territory.<br/><br/>Very few people came to him and bought his product directly, and even fewer knew his birth name. Masterarm always watched the movement within "the circuit" from the sky rise he called home on the other side of town. Rarely did he walk the streets, but when word reached him of some new dealer muscling in and cutting into his profits, it drew his attention enough for a closer look. As he suspected the new threat was a novice dealer and a stupid one at that, he bought his product and chopped it up for resale. Anyone foolish enough to come in and try to set up shop in his area would end up in the hospital in intensive care, but alive none the less. Repackaging his merchandise was the biggest disrespect imaginable,  the only suitable punishment in the eyes of Ricardo, was death.<br/><br/>"Spider" was either to stupid or did not heed the warnings of others when they told him that "Masterarm" was going to come personally for him. Ricardo spent nights, walking the streets and keeping his eyes and ears open. To everyone else he was just another suit looking for a piece of ass to purchase for the night. When he finally spotted the guy making a sale to a John, he started walking towards him. Spider's customer looked worried as Ricardo approached, his gaze was menacing but not directed at him.<br/>"Get lost and if you inject that shit into one of these girls, you will be a dead man."<br/><br/><br/>"Who the fuck are yuuuuu..."<br/>The sound of "spider" having the air knocked out of him, caused a few random girls to tilt their heads in the opposite direction. Most of the girls had quotas to fill, filling a police report or taking time to shout for help took away from time they needed to find the next client. Ricardo towered over the man who dropped to his knee, his right arm twitching as a grin curled across his lips.<br/>"I'm not a cop..."<br/><br/>Spider's eyes looked up at Masterarm's, his hand trembled in fear as he tried to reach for the gun tucked in the crotch of his pants.<br/>"Go on...take it out and take a shot..."<br/>He was taunted, foolish enough to fall for it, the next sound that echoed along the streets was the sound of bone snapping and screams drowning out the sound of sirens in the distance. A demonic laugh emitted from Ricardo's throat, enjoying the sound of the man's curses and pleads for help that fell on deaf ears.<br/><br/>"Turn around and crawl into the alley...reach for the gun again and you will be have to drag yourself with that quick mouth of yours...and shut the fuck up!"<br/>A kick flashed across Spider's face, knocking his jaw into his head, sending him backwards towards the alley.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck are you...please don't kill me man...I just needed to make some money...I have a sister...and family..."<br/>Spider's face was bleeding, his arm bent at an awkward angle, the tough guy was sobbing. Ricardo turned his face and spat in disgust, his hand reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a small cigarette case.<br/><br/>"Did I ask for questions motherfucker, I said crawl."<br/>Ricardo was growing impatient, after the cigarette was tucked into the corner of his mouth, he kicked Spider into the dimly alley a small group of hobos called home.<br/>"Beat it..."<br/>The men around the flaming barrel, looked at the man and quickly began to walk past him.<br/>"You... leave the bottle...on the floor..."<br/>Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his zippo lighter and a clip of bills.<br/>"here you go boys...don't spend it all in one place."<br/>He lit his cigareete and took a deep drag before giving Spider a swift kick to the ribs.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry...stop it...please! who are you...why...I'll stop..."<br/>Ricardo did not even bother repeating himself, the man was backing himself into the wall of the alley. His black Italian loafers came down on the man's shoulder, opposite of the broken arm after he had attempted to reach for the gun again. More screams of pain were mixed along his curses. Ricardo bent forward and tossed the pleading man his hankerchief.<br/>"Clean youself up...want to look good for your funeral right?"<br/>The man was becoming hysterical, crying and begging for dear life, his eyes overflowed with tears.<br/><br/>"You keep asking me I am...I'll tell you...I am the best prosecuting attorney in this state...that's who I am..."<br/>The endless sounds of foot crushing bone and flesh was louder then the crackling fire next to the two of them. A grim shadow dance was portrayed on a brick wall across the alley, Faufner's large  shadow brutally stomped the lump into the wet asphalt below. When the screams turned into wheezes and whimpers, he stopped, the cigarette at the end of his mouth was mostly ash.<br/>"You came to the wrong domain..."<br/>Bending over, he reached for the bottle of piss liquor the bums were chugging earlier and doused the beaten pulp that was once a body.<br/>"Let this be a warning to you..."<br/><br/>He smiled one last time before turning around and taking a few steps away from the body, turning around to kick the flaming barrel over onto his victim. With the help of the liquor, the man ignited and consumed the body in a final excruciating set of screams. Twelve shots were heard in the alley, the bullets that were not fired. Ricardo's tie was wrinkled and his suit was splattered, he needed a fresh change immediately. Luckily for him he held stakes in a club down the street, he just hoped Jeff had a spare suit in his office.