I just thought this might look much better since it's about Kai making his career mean something as Japan's first autistic pro wrestler and how he managed to succeed with the disability.

If you want an excerpt, here you go, and I hope you enjoy it!

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~July 28, 2012; 7:45 PM~

It was almost time for the match that is supposed to be reminiscing the days of Pancreas, which is one of the first MMA style promotion since one of the founders was Suzuki and it was the anniversary of its existence. I know for a fact that the MMA style that Suzuki had pioneered was something that I had to take very seriously since there were some stuff that made the promotion memorable.

Suzuki and I offered to have the match since he was one of the founders and I was his protege. He and I knew that we had to make sure that everything we've practiced was down to perfection. Minoru already was going to turn babyface since Gedo had told him and me about the event. Everyone in Japan and around the world that Suzuki's the man with the worst personality in the world, but they know that beneath that worst personality, he's a very lovely man and actually hilarious when the comedic timing is good.

~8:20 PM~

During the match, the ref told us that we had a time limit to 5 minutes since we had a 30 minute match to plan. We've already done 25 minutes of it and we had to get the fans ready for suspense.

The plan was at the last second, the ref was going to be counting to two before the bell rings, signaling that the match ended in a draw, keeping Minoru and I strong after the bell rings.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

We were aware of the timer because it was shown on a LED screen. Minoru scooped me up for his Piledriver and looked to end it, and he dropped me on my head, but not too hard to the point that I was hurt for real.

When he covered me, the ref counted one, two, and it was in slow motion for me. I was going to kick out and show that the fans that I still had some fight left in me.

When I was ready to kick out, I did by lifting my shoulder up, but the ref didn't see it and counted to three.

What the hell was that?!

I saw that Suzuki was furious at the ref and wanted to kill him and not me because I had the timing down. When the cameras weren't on me, I rolled out of the ring, grabbing my neck, and walked to the back as furious as I can possibly be.

I didn't bother with the backstage interview because I was so outraged by what just happened. Now that the match is ruined, thanks to that stupid referee, I might as well go to the bar, buy myself a large bottle of sake, and ask for a shotgun so I can blow my brains out!

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And that's actually how it ends, that Kai literally wants to blow his brains out.