FLASHBACK
Keegan: I thank you all for being here. I have some news regarding the PPV. First off, the main event. Congrats Yoshi and Phoenix for advancing to the main event. The match will be for World Title, and because of that, it needs to be exciting. So it will be in a Hell in a Cell match!
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"You've just blacked out, and you almost banged your head on the edge of the coffee table. You've just had three matches in the space of two days, and now you've been put up with Aiden? He was just in a brutal hardcore match and he seems fine about it!"
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"Yoshi...I need you home...now...something bad has happened...something terrible."
Taken aback, I slip off the treadmill, and need to grab on to the handles to save myself falling over, I quickly turn it off, hang up off the phone, stick it in my pocket and begin to run out of the gym door, with people looking at me, their eyes following the back of my head. I get in the car and drive off, my mind going over the phrase over and over again. What the hell had happened?
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Clank, clank, clank. Footsteps are heard as a man is seen walking through a corridor. He stops in front of a door, blocked by two guards. The guards let the man through. The man enters the room, and a man is seated in a black leather chair. Wearing a green silk robe. His face is disguised as we can only see the back of the chair, however we can see the long back hair. The disguised man speaks.
How is my good friend?
The first man smirks and giggles.
His friend is gone…the plan worked to perfection. He is now unprotected.
Hmm…good…now, my dear Mr. Yawakuzi…it will soon be time to meet your destiny…it will soon be time to meet your real father.
END FLASHBACK
So, after losing the first title match of his career, Yoshi Yawakuzi is beginning to seem cautiously pessimistic in the build up to his World Title match with Phoenix Washington on the 16th of April. However, Yoshi Yawakuzi is one to point out that he is still hasn't lost a single one on one match, something which he intends to go and continue, when facing Phoenix Washington in the large cell which will bring forth and decide who is worthy to be crowned the title of 'Divine Wrestling Inc's First World Champion'
Elsewhere, returning from a short holiday, Yoshi Yawakuzi has to pit himself up against a man who he will be facing for the third time in his four weeks at the No Pussies Allowed federation. Apparently, the bookers had so much fun watching Dustin Walters have his ass kicked left and right, they found it more entertaining to pit him up against Yoshi Yawakuzi, with the winner of that bout going on to have another crack at Freak and the NPA King of Pussy championship.
Yoshi has impressing fans and pundits alike with some impressive performances, topping off 7 wins to 2 defeats, a record which some would boast about. But to Yoshi, he is finding that disappointing. Yes, I know. He's crazy. But not a fan of losing, nor one to encounter it often, but all modesty aside, Yoshi is fully recovered from his injuries brought on over the past few weeks, and is fit and raring to take on Dustin Walters this week.
However, whilst things may be looking up in his physical and wrestling career, his social life has been on a rocky landslide, bumping into his old manager of whom Yoshi has a firm belief of being a cop, trying to frame him for being an illegal immigrant (okay, maybe he isn't in peak mental health), and had 10 minutes ago received a phone call from his lovely girlfriend, Hope Horitzui, a young girl reduced to tears. Hope begged Yoshi to come home, and panicking, Yoshi obliged, rushing out to his car, heading back home as soon as he can.
As I turned the ignition off, and pulled the key from the...key...slot...thing, my mind raced with worry. What the fuck could reduce Hope Horitzui to tears? She's a lot tougher than she appears, you can trust me on that, her punches hurt, and I'm a wrestler, I've taken a hell of a lot of beatings than she could provide, yet her punches hurt. A lot. I jump out of the car, not literally and I close the door, causing a slam. I see that the front door is open, and Hope Horitzui stands in the middle of the room, reduced to tears. I close the door, rush over to her and hold her in my arms.
"What the..."
I look confused, which is convenient as I damn sure feel confused as I see three men walk towards me, two obviously grunts for this one guy, both wearing black suits, black ties, ear pieces and sunglasses, you know the cliché. However, the last man, when I looked at him, he looked familiar, in a place where I couldn't just put my finger on it. I get in a protective stance which I learnt from...him...and I covered Hope Horitzui.
"Hope...what the fuck is going on?"
The other guy, wearing a green velvet robe, also holding a scar beneath his eye, looks at me, smirking. I glare at him but he doesn't lose it, he just continues to stare at me, pacing around my lounge. I begin to get annoyed and move forward.
"Who the fuck are you and how do I know you?"
"These questions and plenty more will be answered in all due time, Mr. Yawakuzi. I make a request that you come to me."
"And why should I follow a man who storms into my home, hides whilst I give my girlfriend a hug, and then pounces at me."
It all happened so quick that I couldn't help it, the man in green just took Hope out of my arms. The two men each pulled out a pistol, one aimed at my head, the other, aimed at my groin. I begin to drip little beads of sweat from the tip of my forehead, and I begin to feel the rage slowly creep up inside of me.
"What the hell!?"
"YOSHI!"
"Follow us and no harm will come to the girl"
"YOU BASTARDS!"
I watch as the man in green takes Hope away, with the two grunts holding me down. After a few minutes, the grunts let go and all three have finally left the house. I begin to hear a car drive away.