Balrog and Vega are seen walking through the beach, coming up with a foolproof plan to take the Sphere of Wonders. However, they soon stopped when they saw Cassie come from the dock, holding her sneakers in one hand. On the tops of her bare feet was a white, gooey substance. Balrog and Vega looked at each other with confused looks on their faces.
"What the hell was that all about?" Balrog asked.
"Let's just... not think about it," Vega suggested.
"Good plan." They walked a few more inches before coming across John, who was busy pulling up his sweatpants as he walked/ It was then that the two Shadaloo lackeys pieced together what the deal was with him and Cassie, and they shuddered at the thought of it.
"Not think about it, huh?" Balrog quipped.
"Sometimes it's a bit hard," Vega explained, "when the source of the problem is standing right in front of you."
"Excuse me," John said in a miffed tone. "Do you even know who I am?"
"Ah yes, the legendary John Ginger," Vega replied. "The bloodthirsty foot fetishist creep."
"Yeah, it's been kinda hard not to hear about your murders on the front page," Balrog chimed in. "What're ya doin' here anyway?"
"Why, I'm here for the same reason you are: to get the Sphere of Wonders.," John replied. "Problem is, only one of us can have it."
"Wait," Balrog said. "How'd you-?"
"You seriously don't think I recognize that symbol on your gloves?" John shot back. "You're both with Shadaloo, and your master, good ol' M. Bison wanted youse to go on this beautiful island so you can take. But wait, here's the thing: you can't fight in the tournament." John then laughed like a maniac for a few seconds.
"Is this a joke to you?" Vega queried, ready to claw out John's entrails.
John then cleared his throat. "You're right. Let's get serious," he replied. "We're both after the Sphere, right? So here's the deal: you guys swear your loyalty to me, then I'll let you have the Sphere so Bison could use it for whatever the hell he wants."
"Swear loyalty?" Vega asked, flabbergasted. "To you?!"
"Oh hell no!" Balrog snapped. "You must be outta your damn mind if I'm gonna-" Balrog was interrupted by John sticking his knife towards them. They soon realized their place.
"I wasn't asking for your consent," John said in a sinister tone.
Vega and Balrog soon figured that if they wanted the Sphere, they would have to side with a sadistic, clown faced serial killer. "You got yourself a deal." Vega said as he bowed.
"Yeah, what he said," Balrog replied.
"Excellent!" John said, acting overjoyed. "You won't regret this!" John then walked back to the hotel with Vega and Balrog following behind, already dreading their decision.
to be continued...