Flashback
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.
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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"
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When off the motorway, the car puts its indicator on so I move forward, it is only then that I realise where it is that they've actually stopped at. An old warehouse, warehouse number eight to be precise.
"An abandoned warehouse, how fucking cliché"
The three men walk through one of the warehouse doors, with one of them holding the gun straight to Hope Horitzui's head. I see her have rings around her bloodshot eyes, indicating that she has been crying. I get out of the car, and slowly make my way over to the warehouse, before resting my hand on the handle, taking a deep breath...and walking in.
End Flashback
Long time no see. It's been about 10 months since I've been given the chance to re-tell my story. I miss the chance, heh. So...this was around...September time, right? It was about the time when I'd just signed a contract with the WXWF...well, to be more specific, their training development camp, the LDW. It was pretty tragic, me, coming from NLR highlight to the LDW nobody in just a matter of weeks. It's rather upsetting, but I guess we all have to go up the hierarchy step by step, right?
So that week, was the week that I was facing Mo Money Cashman and Sam Watson, in my debut match. Yeah, I remember that night so vividly. I...felt like I wanted to prove something to the world, prove that the NLR didn't really just fuck me up, but they adapted me. I learned a lot of stuff at the NLR, and I wanted to develop in other places, too. I didn't want to just confine myself to the NLR, I wanted to broaden my horizons, thus my reason for coming to LDW.
Now, I don't want to spoil what happened on the show, but I tell you what, it was one hell of a match, it felt great to wrestle again. But I digress. I want to continue the story. Poor Hope Horitzui. I know it's been a while, so I'll recap. For those of you who don't remember, Hope Horitzui was kidnapped. I just decided that I loved her, and I was content on telling her, so I couldn't let a single thing touch her. I had no idea who that person was who took her, but I knew that I felt some familiarities with him. His eyes, they were piercing, however they had a gentle touch within them, and that saying sounded familiar.
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I opened the door sharply and took a step in. It was quiet. I closed the door quietly behind me and took a few steps forward. I was careful not to let myself get in any decent position for a gunshot. I had no idea why my mind thought of that, but it works in mysterious ways. A crate stopped blocking my view and I could see a round circle, beam of light put right in the middle of the room. Placed within the beam were five wooden chairs, nothing luxurious, however nothing which'll make my ass sore. I heard a footstep behind me and I turned around to face it, only to find a fist deeply embedded in the bridge of my nose. I took a few steps backward, screaming in pain, holding my nose. It was a very well struck shot. I quickly placed my feet on the floor, getting ready for my fighting stance, waiting for a time when my mind would allow me to open my eyes. I did, and I saw three men standing right in front of me. Two of them, were the lackies before, who stole Hope, but the other one is the guy who looked familiar. He had a scar on his cheek, just like mine, however he didn't wear a band aid like I do. His long hair in a pony-tail, going down his silk green robe. He smirked at me, before pushing me. I fell backwards but landed on the seat. It rocked backwards for a moment with such a force that I felt as though I was going to fall off again. I looked next to me, and there was Hope, asleep...or unconscious...I couldn't even bear to think about the other option.
"What did you do to -"
"Don't worry, she's fine. We just gave her a tranquiliser. That is all."
"You son of a bitch, you better not -"
One of his lackeys walked over to me, got his arm up ready to throw a punch at me, and did. Once again, right on the nose. I writhed in pain, and I could feel blood drip from my nose. I could taste it on my lips. I spat in the grunts face, and he was getting ready to punch me again, before their leader thrusted his arm in front of him.
"He's a mouthy kid, Guido. However, we want him conscious."
The lackey stepped backwards, mouthing something at me. I didn't really care what he had to say. I was in pain here, and I didn't like it one bit.
"What do you want with us?"
"Not much. We just want to send you a message, Yoshi."
"Who are you!?"
"Don't you recognise me?-"
He took a few steps closer and crouched down, so we were face to face.
"-Son?"
I laughed out loud, and headbutted him. Although my arms weren't restricted, I figured he was adept at martial arts, and would expect a punch. He was taken aback, however he seemed mostly unfazed.
"You abandoned me. You son of a bitch."
"Why the hostility? No love for Daddy?"
He laughed.
"Now either you shut the fuck up and listen to us, or we kill the girl. Okay. So I understand that you have recently acquired a contract with the federation known as the World Xtreme Wrestling Federation. We want power in this place. We know it's a major part of this state, hell, even this country. We know you have the inside scoop on it. We slowly want to run this state, and the only way to do it is to own a little bit of the major companies around here, then we take them over, then we run the state. It seems pretty easy, don't you think? I don't know why people haven't tried to do this before. So, what I specifically want you to do. I want you to win your first few matches. Get promoted to the WXWF. We then want you to go forth and win the World Heavyweight Championship, and therefore earn your creative control within the company. You'll become a major part of this company, which is when we become a major shareholder within the company. You will then hand over your belt, and therefore all your power within the federation. Consider it 18 years worth of Fathers Day presents combined."
"Haha. You fucking wish. Why would I want to ruin a perfectly good company, for a cunt like you!"
"Or else..."
He pulls out a gun and cocks the barrel. He points it at me. He then presses the trigger. BANG! I wince...and then I notice that nothing happens.
"Blanks..."
They turn around and begin to walk out. I quickly got up out of the chair and sprint over in his direction. It was only then when I noticed the shiny piece of silver glistening. He thrusted his arm backward, and the silver thing connected with my face. It was sharp...it was a knife. I fell flatly back on my ass, holding on to my face as I could feel the hot searing pain on my cheek. I could feel blood running down my face, I could feel it on my hands.
"Arrrrghhh...not only did they cut my face! They cut my fucking pride!"
I sat there. I decided to let go. I let back all the years of frustration, all the pain, all the sadness, all the rage. I let all of it go. I just cried. I bawled my eyes out until my whole body went numb.
I'll never forget that day.