As Knuckles pinned his opponent, Ataru would mimic  standing over his unconscious opponent. It was exactly the kind of response they had been aiming for.Ataru would pick up his sword and retie it to his skirt as they walked out the arena. No one had taken it, granted he doubted that anyone would try after his recent display in the ring. Afterwards as they walked through the locker room he let Knuckles speak. They had made quite the impact on the wrestling community here, especially after announcing their retirement. The manager had no problem paying them what they were worth, it was obvious from his smirk he had made much more money than he initially planned. He had probably bet on us knowing we were going to win, this didn't bother Ataru much he had done much worse in the underworld than shady betting. As they were walking out back to the ship Ataru would say something that had been on his mind for a bit. This task had help cement his idea, he was forming a pretty good concept. "Hey one of my new business ideas, tell me what you think Captain. Do me a favor though think about it for a couple days then give me your response. I was thinking of starting a new kind of gambling across the seas, its obvious that some of the mover and shakers are bored. I suggest we open betting for any imaginable thing, from who will win in their conquests of the seas too miniscule things like horse races. Not anytime too soon we need a base and substantial security and capital. It's just an idea I had for a while, especially with all the systems we are going to bring down we should have replacements for entertainment. Ataru would let his idea trail off then he'd smile as they finally got to the point where they were going to split ways. "I've got a couple strings I need to go pull so that our operations continue to run smoothly I"ll be back on the boat later. Well actually I got to change first but after that. Ataru would walk back into the ship changing out of his outfit. It felt good to have a real helmet on again, now that he had his sword back on his belt he felt more at ease.

Walking off the ship, Ataru would walk into a dive bar that he was meeting one of his contacts at. Nothing big was happening he just liked to receive updates on the world from his associates. He also wanted to check the price of a certain item he had been interested in lately.

WC: 447/400
-Exit