Arena Page #3

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No, no, no, no!

You are not going to kill him!

Yes, I am.

Kaden, be reasonable.

Reasonable? This c*nt deserves to die.

Yes he does, but not this way.

It's wasted if he dies off camera.

F*** the cameras!

Kaden, where's your sense of adventure?

He wronged me.

He wronged us!

Look, I want to hold his head

on the chopping block for you.

But we can break him.

We can make him fight.

We can make him fight for us.

On our stage.

And if he won't?

Then you get your wish. F*** the cameras.

So, there we were.

Akiko got a headache from the flight,

so she went out to get some Aspirin.

That was the last time I ever saw her.

Searched the city for days.

Contacted the authorities,

the embassy. Nothing.

There was no trace of her.

And then I got a phone call.

It was the first time I ever heard that voice.

And she said

if I ever wanted to see my wife alive,

I should do exactly what she says.

It's so f***ing clich!

I should have known something was up

when she never asked for a ransom.

She told me to go to this bar outside the city.

To go alone.

But when I got there,

there was no Akiko.

Only that woman.

She's the same woman that brought you.

Then I woke up here.

How long has it been?

A month. Six weeks maybe.

When you never see the sun rise or set,

how do you know?

Why'd they choose you?

Because I trained with weapons all my life.

Have you fought?

Yeah.

It was either him or me.

We're all already dead anyway.

I brought you something to eat.

Why?

It's simple.

Satisfied?

You were lucky. You won't be next time.

Why do you care?

- I can help you.

- I don't need your help.

Without me, you'd be dead very soon.

What's in it for you, huh?

I recruited you.

You win, I win.

I know it must be maddening for you,

but your situation is hopeless.

Can't escape.

You can only hope to survive.

Who the hell are you?

I am that man behind the curtain.

You're sick.

When I was growing up,

my father used to stage these brutal,

bare-knuckle fights in the backyard.

All these a**holes would come over

and drink and gamble

and cheer the winners and spit on the losers.

Well, in my mind,

just watching those poor fools lose

wasn't enough.

So I've upped the ante, as it were.

I'm gonna kill you. You know that?

What we have here is

a failure to communicate.

I have always wanted to say that!

I love Strother Martin.

Where were we?

Yes.

The paradox.

You won't fight,

but you don't want to die.

But you will die,

if you won't fight.

You see our dilemma?

I won't fight. Not for you.

Well, who would you fight for? Your wife?

That's right. She's dead.

Well, what would you fight for?

Your freedom?

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