While premonitions weren’t exactly Ethan’s forte, the male could see the business of the SFC flourish the second he had put this system together three years ago. A few nights a week, crowds gather to watch civilly conducted fights. Whether it was Traveler versus Werewolf or Vampire versus Hunter, it didn’t matter, because the people loved it. The SFC brought entertainment to those secretly fueled by chaos, without the guaratnee of it actually happening. Ethan realized there were many, just like him, that enjoyed watching the supernatural duke out their trivial issues human style (or with their full blown abilities). Thanks to a little poition he called ‘The Black Panther’ (respectively) all was fair, always. Ethan walks around with his bag of bets, welcoming the regulars that crowded around the ring. “Thank you, thank you,” he smiles as he goes along the line.