It's a pleasant Friday evening in New York City.  At least, as pleasant as evenings get for people who fistfight for money.<br/><br/>The place is an "abandoned warehouse" in Manhattan, where the musical warrior duo of House and Wilson are scheduled for their first matches on the Freestyle circuit.  Serious-looking men in serious-looking suits and sunglasses are guarding the doors, and watch with some dismay as two men begin unloading a baby grand from the truck.<br/><br/>Megan steps down to the curb, smoothing her skirt with one hand and holding a clipboard in the other.  "Well, here we are.  You guys ready for this?"  She glances back at the pair.  "If you don't win, we're gonna have to sell the piano to gas up the truck."  She's joking, of course...but not by much.  The finances of a newbie Street Fighter stable are almost always dubious.