"You're back?"

I closed the door and took a deep sigh. Hopefully, I was back, but technically, that was up to the man standing before me. Ed Johnson was not the most friendliest face around, which is odd, because he was overweight, and I heard fat people were supposed to be jolly. I guess this was just a fable, a myth, but it was something which I should investigate in the near future. However, I decided to be blunt about it. Nothing is better than the straight up facts.

"Yes. I'm back."

Ed Johnson nodded and turned around, and peering through the window panes, he turned around and asked me.

"Why did you all of a sudden disappear?"

My mind raced back to that day, back in Ontario, where the car rammed into me, and I tried to think about how he would react to that. I know that deep down he does care about his wrestlers, so I feel that if he found out that I am injured, I know he wouldn't let me back. I hated lying to him, but I needed the money.

"F-Family problems"

I felt his eyes survey me, and I looked down at my feet. I could tell I needed new shoes, as my socks were peering through the shoe. I pulled he toe in, to hide it.

"Wait...you don't have a family."

Oh crap. Yeah. I forgot that.

"Uh...I met...him."

I shuddered at the name and then sighed. Ed Johnson looked at me as if to tell me that he didn't believe me. I sighed.

"Okay. Look. I got ran over and was put in the Kingston Hospital in Ontario. I didn't want to tell you that, because I knew you wouldn't let me in if you found out that I was injured. But I really need the money. I'm in peak physical condition and I CAN wrestle. PLEASE."

Ed Johnson laughed and I looked at him, slightly befuddled.

"What the hell do you mean 'I wouldn't let you in if I found out you were injured'? I don't give a crap, Yoshi. You can come back if ya want."

My eyes widened with excitement. I had the slight urge to kiss him, but I didn't want to turn out like Troy Knight.

"Really!? Thank you so much!"

"I'll book you in at the PPV. You're in the Kendo Stick battle royale. I think it's more your type."

I winced as I had the sudden urge to go mad at him like I did to Lockheart. I hated all them stereotypes. It's like when people think I'm Ryo Hazuki from that game Shenmue because we look a like. I even get called 'Ryo' when walking down the streets. But I resisted the urge, smiled and shook his hand.

"Thank you. I'm really appreciative."

I opened the door and stepped out.

"Wait...Yoshi?"

I turned around and saw a few $50 bills on the table.

"Get yourself some fucking presentable shoes."