I've just handed my contract in to the two federations, and I have been told who I'm to be debuting against in both federations. In the DWI, I'll be facing a man named Jak Lightning. Not a very strong wrestler, but can hold his own in a ring. I'll be facing him on the 20th. But, what is really going to be a trying effort for me, is the day before that, I'll be up wrestling in the NPA. If it was the other way around, it'd be no problem for me. But considering NPA is a pretty hardcore federation, they're going to be taking large chunks out of me, and I have to be up and raring to go up and wrestle again the next day? Well...I know it's been done before. But...fuck...this is gonna be HARD. I'm just fortunate that I'm only going to be up against Jak Lightning...or any of the DWI roster. I mean...anybody who actually knows the difference between a DDT and an STF.

I'm feeling tired, slightly dizzy but mainly it's just my eyelids feeling pretty heavy. It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon but I'm struggling to stay awake, and I've never had a nap before in my life...since I've grown a pair. It's a pretty crappy time to do so, too.

I'm driving, on my way to a place where I was told to go. Apparently, this is one of the few people in this country that I can trust. How did I find out about this person? I got a mysterious phone call in the middle of the night. I mean, if someone took the time out of their lives to call me in the middle of the night, they must be nice, right? They must be somebody I can trust. Which is why I'm looking for the person.

I stop outside of a small apartment block, and look up. I'm in what I call a 'modified' convertible. This basically means I ripped the roof off the top (or in other words, a small tunnel did. I mean, America is the only place where you have 4 foot tunnels). It used to be a blue Ford Mondeo, given to me by the fine management at the DWI, to help make it to my NPA shows shortly afterward. It's was a pretty nice car, but let's not get side tracked.

I get out of my car, and walk towards the front door. I see a list of names, and I unfold the piece of paper which I wrote the name of the contact. I see the matching name and I press the buzzer. A few seconds later I hear a voice.

"Hello? Hope Horitzui speaking"

"Hi. My name is Yoshi Yawakuzi."

"Oh? Say no more. I know who you are"

The lovely silky voice hangs up the phone and I sigh. That sexy voice hypnotised me. I hear the buzz and the click signalling that I can make my entrance to the building. I open the door and walk through. I go up the steps one floor, and then as I turn around, I see a female. She is small, smaller than me, Japanese, and very good looking. She smiles at me, she has a great smile. Then, she gestures through the door and into her apartment. I walk into and step into the main room, or the lounge. I turn around and look at her.

"Hi. I was told to come around here? I was given no specific details. But I was told I could trust you."

She smiles.

"That must have been my good friend, Tom. He's one of my customers, he's very loyal to me."

"Customers? What do you do for a living?"

For a moment there? I was expecting her to say prostitute. I knew she wasn't. I had a feeling, but I just thought it would be funny, you know?

"I'm an sports agent. I do all kinds of sport. Football, soccer..."

"Wrestling"

She nods with a smile. I sink into one of her armchairs. Twice as comfortable as mine, but at the time, I just didn't care. I could only think of my former manager. He betrayed me. She didn't look the sort who'd do such a thing to me, but I couldn't handle it if she did. I don't even know if she will be my agent (but I'm guessing all of you do, now, don't you?) but, I just couldn't resist them stunning good looks.

"So. What do you want with me?"

She looks at me and smiles. She sure does seem to smile a lot.

"I have a proposition for you."

I look at her, and I chuckle aloud. She gives me an odd look.

"You want me on your team..."

I look away.

"...right?"

"That's right."

"You got yourself a deal, Miss Hope."