FLASHBACK

Dustin reaches over and grabs the Quebec flag and mule kick's Yoshi in the gut! Dustin turns and cracks the flag over Yoshi's back!)

(*DING DING DING*)

Kraven Rizzo: What the hell?

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner.... as a result of a disqualification.... YOSHI YAWAKUZA!!

Jonathon Strong: A Disqualification? Here? For a foreign object?

Kraven Rizzo: It's the fucking Syndicate again, man. They're enforcing all the wrong fucking rules! How can these guys go off on each other and settle shit while having to glandhand each other?

(Dustin, just as upset with the ruling as everyone else, takes the broken shards of the flag and starts whipping Yoshi with them. He then rips the flag off the pole and wraps it around Yoshi's neck! He puts a knee in Yoshi's back and starts wrenching!!)

Jonathon Strong: Oh come on!!! There's no call for this!!!

Kraven Rizzo: You gotta take out your aggression somehow, Strong! Dustin has a right to be pissed at that ruling!

Jonathon Strong: Yeah, but Yoshi didn't call the bell on him! Up until this point, it has been nothing but a classic contest and now Dustin has to crap all over that with this display of poor sportsmanship!

(Security finally shows up to show Dustin out of the ring, while Yoshi.. coughing. Manages to slowly stumble to his feet. He spies Dustin outside the ring, scales the corner and dives onto him and the security guards!!! The guards, instructed not to take shit from anybody.. immediately start pounding away at Yoshi! Dustin joins in, but the guards also attack Dustin! It's a four way brawl between Dustin, Yoshi, and the NPA Security!)

END FLASHBACK

We fade in to find Yoshi Yawakuzi seated in his apartment, on the couch. He is there with his manager, Hope Horitzui. He is gripping his neck in pain and Hope is looking worried. On the tattered couch, you can see small red blood stains, suggesting the fact that Yoshi has been coughing up blood, and can you really blame him? Yoshi is wincing in pain, recollecting his thoughts on the match which had happened 4 hours before hand. We see a digital alarm clock showing that the time is 2 am. The coffee table in front of the couch shows a few tissues, with little red stains. Yoshi is still gripping his neck, and wincing whilst doing so.

"Yoshi. What Dustin Walters had done was wrong. Yes, I know. But what you have to realise is that on the contract, the NPA had warned you that they take no responsibility for the wrestlers and that you are signing up at your own risk. You signed the contract, so you can't really do anything but take it on the chin."

Yoshi opens his mouth wide, suggesting that he had just shouted, but we can hear nothing but a loud croak. Yoshi then winces and continues to hold his neck in pain. Hope frowns and picks up the glass from the coffee table. She stands up and begins to walk out of the door. She turns around, when she notices Yoshi's eyes following her. She then looks back and says to him with a smile

"Don't worry. I'm gonna be back soon, I'm just heading into the kitchen to get you a refill of your water."

Yoshi nods, and when Hope gets out of sight, Yoshi then shakes his head furiously. He leans forward and slightly rotates his body, before pulling back his right arm and punching the couch. He then retracts his arm sharply, in pain, and shakes his hand, limply. Hope returns with a glass of water and two pills. She hands the glass of water to Yoshi, putting it in his left hand, and puts the two Panadols in his right. Yoshi stuffs the two panadols instantly in his mouth, and then swallows them down with the water. He then continues to down the drink in one drink, swallowing a few times but never moving the glass away from his face. He slams the drink down, and then looks at Hope. He makes another attempt at speaking, but yet again, nothing but croaks come out.

"That damn federation is no good for you. First, you become nothing but a frog. A croaking mess."

Yoshi looks offended, and then gives her a sarcastic thumbs up to say 'Oh yeah, great, thanks a lot!".

"Now, the very next week they bundle you all up together in one large tournament to decide who will end up the King Of Pussy Champion. Do you think you'll be OK by then?"

Yoshi nods to say that he will.

"But what about in the DWI? Will you be OK to wrestle tomorrow night? What if you wrestling in DWI aggravates your injury even further? You won't stand a chance."

Yoshi winces as he makes an attempt to speak.

"..I..'..ll..b..e...fi...ne"

"But you don't know that, Yoshi. You don't know what Jak Lightning is capable of. You have no idea. He could be just as psychotic as Dustin Walters. You never know what is going to happen."

"...J..ak...Li...t...ni..n...is...p...us...ey..."

"Don't say that! He's a good wrestler! You know he is! He won his match last week. What if he wins again, and then decides to wreck your chances of winning the King Of Pussy Championship just to be spiteful? You never know what could happen in the wrestling world."

The look on Hope's face, so innocent, the pure worry in her eyes. Hope really cares for Yoshi. Yoshi is completely oblivious to this fact. Hope then holds her arms out for a hug, and then wraps them around the body of Yoshi. Yoshi rubs her back, softly, and we can see tears running down her eyes. Yoshi holds pushes her forward slightly and looks into her eyes, confidently. He tries to speak, but his throat hurts him. He gives up, frowns and looks away. Hope grabs his head and pulls his into hers, kissing him. Yoshi sharply draws back, and Hope turns a bright red. She stands up and walks away.

"...Sorry. I didn't know what I was thinking."

Yoshi vigorously shakes his hands, trying to get her attention, but Hope just walks straight out the door and out of sight. Yoshi slowly stops, and a tear runs down his throat, before slowly saying the words.

"..F...rote...h...ert."

Silence echoes the room, as once again, Yoshi speaks.

"F...rote..."