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Elisha · **05-04-2013, 12:34 PM**

*It's been 4 days since The Red Cyclone stepped into the ring with Eric Rex. It's been 4 days that he's been asleep in his bed. Replaying the incident over and over in his mind. Dreaming only bits and pieces. He woke up earlier today. Still unable to eat on his own. Still being fed through a tube. Still with a shattered jaw, thanks to Eric Rex's nightstick. Since waking, the only question on his mind has been, "Why?" Why had Eric Rex brutalized him after the match? The Red Cyclone has spent his days since The 2nd Chechen War going from town to town, starting with villages in Russia, just trying to entertain people. Just trying to make them happy. He had started by wrestling bears in the local village. He still carries those scars. The children loved him and he was very strong, and had been able to actually lift and slam some of them. He began taking jobs wrestling human competition and was immediately successful. The Red Cyclone toured the world, fighting the best there are. He went to Japan, Brazil, India, Thailand, and America. He returned to Chechnya to give most of his money to the refugees and poor children he had encountered during the war. So, why had Eric Rex attacked him so viciously? What had he done to deserve it? As he turned all of this around in his head, he heard footsteps down the hall. These weren't the sounds the nurses made shuffling down the hall, and The Red Cyclone had not seen a doctor in combat boots since the war.*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*THUMP*

*knock knock*

*Something inside of The Cyclone already knew it was him. The man who had done this to him. Somehow he already knew that Eric Rex was about to walk into his room. Had he come to finish the job? Was there even a "job" to finish? Suddenly, the door opened, and in he walked.*

Eric: Victor Gobalsky...

*"How does he know my real name?" wondered the man known worldwide as The Red Cyclone.*

Eric: I want you to know...brother...that what happened last Tuesday, unlike most of my work...WAS personal.

*"Why? WHY!?"*

Eric: I know you, Victor. I remember you...

*"From the war.*

Eric: ...from the war. I remember watching you desperately trying to fight for your country...the country you love so much...and being absolutely torn apart at what you saw happening to the families on the other side.

*Eric Rex had been sent to aid the Russians during the war while he was still a member of Blackwater. Gobalsky remembers the man now. The man who's only loyalty was to avarice, itself. A sweat formed on his brow.*

Eric: You caught my eye, Victor. How could you not? You're the biggest man I've ever seen. Easily the most patriotic, and a very skilled fighter. Even after the war, I kept track of you. I saw how you gave up the life you had before the war to bring some joy and comfort to those ravaged by it. And how, exactly, were you rewarded for your efforts, Victor?

*Victor remembers. He remembers how his country shunned him. How they treated him as a traitor for sympathizing with the people he had fought. He remembers having to continue to fight, not only for the children, but also just to survive.*

Eric: It was the same for me, Victor. That's why I was there in the first place. I loved my country. After I returned from The Gulf, though...I was an outcast. The US government did absolutely nothing but try to figure out ways to screw me. The people treated me like a monster. So, I became one. I became one because I understood that's the only way to survive. That's the only way to get any respect. At least, with people like us. Victor, I know you want your people's respect. I know you want the money to take care of all those kids you care about. And that's why I'm here. I'm offering you a spot in The Academi. This Wednesday, I'll be taking on Slick Rick. What happens to him will be step one in showing the XWF what The Academi is capable of. Business will be booming, and I want you there with me, Victor. I don't need you to answer me today. I hope to see you again.

*Eric Rex gets up and leaves the room. A single tear falls down Victor's face. As Rex walks down the hallway to exit, the lights flicker. A chill comes over Victor. Eric's phone rings.*

Eric: Yeah. I talked to him. What's next, boss?

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