A flood of memories returned as he opened his eyes, the screaming of the crowd, claws, fur, pain and above everything, the moon. He sat up strait to fast and his vision partially vanished by the effort, as his vision cleared again he looked around still very unsure what in the blood world just had happened.<em>Talk of a bad acid trip…</em><br/><br/>“Thanks…” He answered the woman and accepted the cup. “What?… Where?...” He began then became quiet again as he could hear how stupid the questions sounded. His eyes shot back at his opponent from the ring and the memory as he... no, not him, some beast of some kind had been thrown through a concrete wall.<br/>"Who are you?"<br/>