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| Night | Feb 13 2011, 08:46 AM Post #1 |
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"Sunday, February 6th, 2010 - 9:10pm - Goodfellas Casino Arena" "He seems to be waking up." Uhhh. Slowly the dark cover draped over my face seems to have been pulled aside and I can see light. My vision is impaired by a persistent white haze. It seems I am lying down. Looking up, I can make out the blurred figures crowding over me. "Ryu?" one says to me, "Ryu, can you hear me?" "Where am I?" I hear myself ask. "Goodfellas Casino, Ryu," the figure says, concern showing on their blurred face, "You're in Las Vegas." "Las Vegas," I say, parroting him. My mind is blank for a moment. Why am I in Las Vegas? Work? Yes, work. But there's more. A personal reason. Righting a wrong. Yes, that's right. Above me the figure turns to one of the others, "He's out of it - no idea where he is. It's got to be a concussion, get that mask off him." "Mask?" I ask no one in particular. What mask? I reach up and touch my face as one of the blurred figures reaches around the back of my head and begins doing something. As they said, I am wearing a mask. This is part of it. Righting the wrong. The mask is to make a statement. To make a mockery of his weakness... ... Akumu. My brother? But he's just a child. A childish dreamer... who became a 'legendary' World Champion and Hall of Famer. A child who embarrassed me and humiliated me at every turn - all the while too frightened to even show his face. I squint my eyes as the light intensifies as they remove the mask from my face, although the figures above me remain hazy. "What happened?" I manage to ask more consciously, although I am now very aware that my speech is mumbled. "You were involved in a match, tonight is the Destiny pay-per-view event," another figure explains, "Your brother was disguised as a cameraman and dropped you on your head from the ring apron..." "My brother... is back?" I stammer, shaking with rage. I try to turn my head to look around but find myself immobilized by a neck brace. Instinctively I check that I can move my fingers and toes - finding myself still mobile and my left hand clenched tightly around a piece of fabric. Lifting it to my face for further inspection I find myself face-to-face with the torn mask worn by my brother during our match at Roll the Dice. Still caked in blood. Suddenly, memories of tonight flooded back to me. I had the match basically won... then Night, dressed as a cameraman smashed his camera into my face and then dropped me from the apron to the arena floor with The Dreaming. And he had come to the ring unmasked... "He did say I would see his face tonight," I say bitterly. My brother had always been painfully honest. |
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