We see Feng Shui, dressed in a dark suit, and Satoshi, sporting dark sweat pants and a muscle shirt, walking into a small corner store, with the camera following them inside. As they walk through the chip aisle Feng Shui begins speaking.

"Satoshi, you have only been in XWF for less than a month, are you sure this match with Punk is really worth it? You could lose and if you do you will have to face this mysterious Indiana Jack person, I know you have the chance at the European title if you win, but now I'm wondering is it really worth it to become a target of this psycho?"

"Feng, it was never about the title, I don't care about the Europeans or their inferior named championship, I care even less about it than CM Punk claimed he did. This is about honor, CM Punk has tried to put me and the entire Asian population under a microscope and belittle something he knows little about besides the propaganda spewed by his ignorant government and the media that drives the American ideal, and his friend Jack clearly holds the same values with his comment and it's pathetic."

"Yes Satoshi I understand your anger but why did you accept such conditions, you could have easily accepted a simple match and said no to the stipulations put up, with no risk."

"Yes I could have, but it is not my place to deny what is put in front of me, if the only way CM Punk would have a match with someone such as myself was under such conditions who am I to deny him? He is clearly already suffering in a sewer somewhere, who knows if he will even show up, and if he doesn't than I won't have to go through him to get noticed, instead I get instant recognition as the number one contender to the title. You see CM Punk is a big name here in America and I would much rather beat him in the ring than through forfeit. I mean what better way to show the fools of this country they need to quit worshiping false idols, than showing them real wrestling from the people who invented it, people who don't need pipe bombs to make a statement, people who don't need to make underhanded deals with people to get somewhere."

The two continue walking down the aisles not really paying attention to what's on the shelves.

"But Satoshi, you haven't even wrestled here in America, your first match isn't until later tonight why do you need to put so much on the line? You can easily build your reputation by being in matches without such danger. You may not realize it, CM Punk is one of the few Americans who actually can wrestle, that's part of the reason why the American populace loves him, and if you do lose god knows what this other American freak will do."

"Feng, do you think I dont know I haven't wrestled here? But my opponents in my match on Wednesday, are unknown in America and clearly nowhere near the calibre of Punk. I am going to destroy those two on Wednesday, and then Punk Monday night if he shows up, and eventually this Indiana Jack when he shows his face. Now don't think I don't realize that CM Punk is dangerous, he is part of a small group of Americans who actually can wrestle, but there's his problem in a nutshell he's part of a small group in America. I have wrestled the greatest wrestlers on the planet not just a small group, like CM Punk. I have beaten more real wrestlers in one night than Punk has faced in his entire career. I was trained by the great Kenta Kobashi, the greatest wrestler that ever lived, a real wrestler, a man CM Punk couldn't hold a candle to even on his best day."

"But you're not Kenta, yes he may have trained you, but you are your own man, and CM Punk is dangerous."

"Are you implying I'm not as good as Kenta, Feng? I'm a hundred times better than he ever was."

"No Satoshi just calm down I didn't say that."

Feng cowers down as if he is going to get hit as Satoshi grabs a bottle of water off a shelf.

"CM Punk is nothing more than another American gimmick. And that is why the American population love him, because they don't know true wrestling they're only concerned about gimmicks, and you of all people Feng should know I'm no gimmick. Let him think he has all the advantages, the more he underestimates me the easier this match becomes. He thinks he has an advantage in cardio, and he may be right, but he doesn't have the technical advantage I do, he hasn't wrestled the best of the best like I have. He acts like he is mentally unstable and dangerous but that's all it is, an act, an American wrestling act. None of my skills are an act, what you see in the ring is what you get, and what you get is someone who goes in that ring every night and gives the fans what they came to see, real wrestling."

"Ok Satoshi I understand how you feel, that's enough reason for me, I just don't want you kidnapped too, just let me get a pop and we'll go."

As Feng makes his way over to the pop Satoshi walks to the counter still clearly upset about the conversation. The person at the counter is a middle aged Asian man, Satoshi puts the bottle of water down in front of him and the man begins ringing it through the till, Suddenly he stops.

"You, I know you, you're Satoshi Daiki!"

Satoshi looks at the man annoyed as if he had heard the same thing far too many times.

"Mr. Daiki may I have your autograph sir."

The man makes for a piece of paper and pen, but Satoshi puts up his hand and the man stops.

"Sir I would be happy to if you can answer one simple question for me."

The man looks at him confused.

"Why did you come to America? You clearly aren't from here, your eyes, your accent make that all very clear. So why here?"

"Well it's fairly simple I came here for a better education and life for my chil....."

Satoshi puts his hand up again and the man falls silent.

"I didn't ask for your life story, but let me give you a piece of mine. I came here to build a new legacy, to get away from the celebrity, to not have to sign autographs every time I turn around."

The man once again looks at him confused.

"So sir since you generously answered my question I will graciously sign your pathetic piece of paper. But you should feel blessed, as this is the first and only autograph I will sign in the United States until I receive the respect I deserve as a true athlete."

The man hands him the paper and pen, he does a quick signature as Feng walks up behind him with a can of Pepsi.

"You do not have Coca-Cola, is this crap the closest you have?"

"Yes sir, we're all out of Coke at the moment, so sorry."

Satoshi grabs the can of Pepsi out of his hand and throws it at the wall causing it to explode. Feng looks surprisingly at him and the clerk's jaw drops. He grabs the signed piece of paper from the man's hand and storms out of the store, without paying for the pop or water, with the man staring blankly after him and Feng quickly following. The camera fades out with the clerk looking on in disbelief.