You burst through the door to the shop, and the bell jangles wildly. You're a mess. You're dressed in your oh too-tight t-shirt, and stretchy gym shorts.
"Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yuan...," you pant leaning against the counter to catch your breath.
The old man enters through the hanging beads. He looks at you and shakes his head.
"Tch, tch, I told you to use the entire tube. You'll never be a decent Sumo at this size." He pauses and reflects, "Ah, but those clothes won't do," he reaches below the counter and pulls out a big white square of cloth-sort of like a small tablecloth, and continues, "This is what you need. Western boy, probably doesn't even know how to put it on, do you?" He shakes his head, and grabs your ear.
"Yeow, wait, what? Sumo? I--yeow!" you moan as he leads you doubled over by your ear through the beads into the back room.
There must have been other people in the back room because as soon as Mr. Yuan says, "Strip him," hands are all over you.
"Hey, wait, whoa! What the m-ftxmt!" your words are garbled as the your t-shirt temporarily strangles and gags you as its pulled over your head. You feel a cool breeze between your legs and realize that you shorts are history.
"Now lube him up with this ointment, all over, including top of head-he needs a top-knot," Yuan commands. In the darkness of the unlit backroom his minions rub ointment all over you.
"No-oooh,ugh!" a hand rubs ointment on your tongue and in your mouth when you try to speak.
You feel light-headed, but strangely heavy all over. You feel your self falling forward. Soft warm bodies cushion your fall, you smile as you imagine yourself crushing Mr. Yuan and your unseen tormentors.
You come to, and you're clothed in a loincloth and zoris. Your hair is tied in a top-knot.
You find yourself bowing to Mr. Yuan as he hands you a one-way airline ticket to Japan.
You open your mouth and say, "Aragato, Yuan-san."
"Your cab is waiting, sumo-san, go and make a name for yourself, all 890 lbs of you."
You look down at the mountain of flesh you have become horror and pride mix and before you realize it, you're in the cab heading toward the airport.