It's quite a scene at the arena, as a total unknown -- who, frankly, looks like a bit of a loser -- has conquered the three-round tournament.  A few people are trying to get autographs from Wilson, and even from House and the other fighters who performed pretty well, on the off chance that they become famous someday.  The piano man and bartender are busily loading the piano back into the truck.<br/><br/>Megan, of course, is tallying up their final winnings with a huge grin on her face.  "I've got a few lines on tournaments coming up pretty soon," she mentions offhandedly as the group nears the exit.  "You'll have to stay in training, though.  Not too many people outside Manhattan are really going to hear about you after tonight, but you'll be hitting second rank in Freestyle in a few more matches."  She checks her clipboard.  "Most first-rankers climbing the ladder won't have records as good as yours.  People'll start noticing then, so you'd better be ready."