With the main fight over, the ring is open to all comers, but Jason is wary about stepping in without first checking out prospective opponents. These fights don't pay as well and they come with serious risk: the kinds of opponents he still thinks of as metahumans could hurt him seriously if he's busy trying to play his own skill down. If he has to fight for real in one of these rings, that could lead to trouble. It's not fun to stick to his guns on these points, but the point is making money.

And anyway, there aren't too many people in the joint he thinks are worth fighting just to fight them. Nobody who's up for it, anyway. In time, the push of the crowd and his own inclinations lead him toward the back. The guy with the hair seems laid back enough; Jason will loiter nearby, watching people and sizing up potential future opponents. He'd actually really like to be up on the catwalk, but it seems pretty occupied at the moment. It's too dim up there for him to make out any faces. In any case, the turnover on these crowds is fairly high. Spike doesn't stand out as a newcomer in that sense.

Two decidedly amateur fighters are in the ring now, displaying plenty of enthusiasm (prior grudge, perhaps?) but not so much skill. Jason exhales just audibly, a mixed sound of exasperation and amusement.