One man's loss is another man's win part 1

Location: A local hospitable.
Date: November 6th, 2011
Time: 2:32 P.M


Falling.........I'm falling.........


Those were my thoughts that have been echoing inside my mind these last few days. Ever since that night at Violent Impulse, I kept reliving that horrific moment where everybody at that arena even myself, thought that I was dead when my body slamed against the announce table. It was like a high speed car wreck, bits and peices of splintered wood scattered and spread across the floor. In the middle of that endless clutter of debrie was my prone body, just laying there....motionless.

The medical team got down there immedatly with a gunney in tow. They carefully lifted my off the ground and placed me on that cold slab. I couden't really recall what happend after that, I was barly conscious during the whole process. Once I opened my eyes, I found my ribcage tapped up, tubes running down my arms, and I was sore as hell. I scanned around the room until a docter came into the room and his eyes went wide for a second when he saw that I was awake. I guess he didn't expect to just "rise from the dead" so to speak.

The man introduced himself as Doctor Joshua Anders. He is a middle aged man with grey streaks going on the sides of his hair and small rim glasses that make him look kinda silly. He said that I was out cold for nearly two days. During that time, they ran some scans on my body and were needless to say, shocked by their findings. I was diagnosed with some bruised ribs, an injured back, and a slightly ruptured spleen. He told me that they did a procedure of the ruptured spleen and it was fixed without any problems. He told me that he coulden't belive it, I was suppose to be dead after that first fall onto the ladder. I didn't even remember that, last thing that crossed my mind was getting hit with a chair to my face and falling what seemed like 10 feet and landing hard on my side. Thanfully I collided with the flat end of the ladder as it fell with me and somewhat cushioned my fall, however it was a minor one and I still felt a massive jolt surge through my side and the pain was unbearable.

However I was able to get right back up much to the shock of all the fans who were watching the match. Even the commentaters were stunned, I just got right back up after that massive fall and took a ladder and started climbing. I didn't know what was driving me forward at this point, my mind just kept telling my body to go forward and I could feel something build up inside my body and I started coughing out blood. I knew I was hurting badly but I didn't care, there was still a match going on and I didn't miss a beat. At one point I finally got to the very top of the structure and came face to face with my rival Aric Voss. I guess he didn't think I would recover so fast and we traded blows from 15 feet in the air. Then I thought I had him beat and did the one thing that I said I would not do, the one thing that sealed my fate.

I let my gaurd down.

Aric took advantage and I was in no condition to fight back, he planted me down with his finisher and then sent me on an endless plunge. A plunge that would remain an image forever burned in the hearts and minds of every person in attendence who were watching this match.

I fell down onto the table and everyone thought I was dead.

Thankfully however I wasn't.

I tried to process what the docter was telling me as I continued to remember what happened, I was so close, so danm close to winning that match. I was so close to getting that 5th defence, that moment when I could finally......FINALLY get rid of that accursed belt and get some real gold around my waist.

But alas it was not ment to be, my winning streak......ended on a high note.

As weird as it sounds, I'm not angry at all.

In fact, I am happy.

Aric Voss proved me wrong, he defeated me fair and sqaure. I have no regrets nor do I hold any grudges.

Anyway the doc said that while they were working on fixing my spleen, they found no toxins very thankfully however I lost a good amount of blood during the operation. Right now I'm in intensive care which explains the tubes on my arms. Other than feeling really sore and losing almost a pint's worth of red cells, I was perfectly fine. The guy coulden't belive it, in fact no one could belive that I'm still alive. It's amazing and to top it off, provided I don't move around too much or walk for the next 3 to 4 days, I should be at 100% a few days before the next battlegrounds.

So I spent the next few days browsing on the laptop that was given to me by a nice nurse. I received visits from Kurumi and her sisters who all sent me candy and "Get well soon" cards. I knew Kurumi was likely scared shitless when she heard about what happend during the PPV. She was at home watching the show and soon after would catch a fight to where I was being held at. By the time she got there, I was already awake and told of my condition. Kurumi would call her sisters and they would fly out to where I was as well. Kurumi told me she had Duke's girlfriend watching over the house while they were here. They are currently staying at a hotal until I was cleared to go by the docters. Anyway I was going through the internet, eating the candy and food so that my body could produce more blood, then I stopped onto the IWF website where they have just annouced two big match ups. First the new tag champion Brian Hunt, will go faced a newcommer known as Glacier at the main event. I looked down and saw that I was booked agains't the former Heavyweight champion Robbie Hart.

So I went from fighting jobbers, to fighting mid card fighters, to fighting world champions. All in just a matter of two solid months! That's gotta be some kind of record for a guy like me.

Well the day would soon end and I would be visited by Docter Joshua who came with some new test results. Judging from his calm almost happy expression, he must have good news for me.

Dr. Joshua: Well Mr. Shemamora I have good tidings to bring you. Our latest test results state that your body has almost compleltly healed up, your spleen is functioning perfectly, and there are no impairments what so ever. You will be set to go tommarow morning.

I just smiled from my chair, the tubes were already removed yesterday since I got more than enough blood running in my system to fill up half a gasoline barrel.

Yuko Shemamora: That's great to hear doc.

Dr. Joshua: Indeed however I advise you to take it easy for the next two days and allow your wounds to heal completly. No recklessness for the next two days, understand?

I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes at him, there really is no point in arguing with a docter is there?

Yuko Shemamora: You got it sir.

I waited for him to leave so that I can have some peace and quiet since this will be my last day laying on this bed. Instead he gave me a strange look that made feel uncomfortable, I shrugged it off and gave him a smug look.

Yuko Shemamora: What?

He didn't even blink, he just raised an eyebrow and smirked back.

Dr. Joshua: What do you mean "what"? You should have been deceased after that horrific fall.

I simply shrugged at him and tried to think of what to say.

Yuko Shemamora: I just got lucky that's all.

Now it was just an arkward moment for both of us, I knew I should of came up with a better comeback than that. "I just got lucky", just hearing those words made me realize just how stupid I made myself sound. Then again: How can you explain how you're still up and running after taking two falls that would have killed any normal person?

Dr. Joshua: Now you and I both know that's not true. In the 19 years I've been working in this place, I've seen miracles and I've seen some heartaches. This on the other hand is something else entirely.

Yuko Shemamora: What do you mean by that?

Dr. Joshua: Well it's definitely not luck that's for sure. Personally I think you have an angel on your shoulder looking after you. That's the only thing that I can think of right now, fate has someone saved you from certain death. I can only hope that dosen't change anytime soon.

With that he would leave the room while I thought about what he just said to me. I just smiled and rested on the bed, letting the words sink into my skull.

"You have an angel on your shoulder."

No pun intended but, I guess that's why I'm the Steel Angel.


Location: Yuko's House.
Date: November 10th, 2011
Time: 1:46 P.M


I got up bright and early at the hospitable, the nurse came in and had me take off the shirt. She then undid my bandages and saw that there are no marks or scars located anywhere. The bruses have healed up almost completely, I still feel a little sore but other than that I feel great. I was given back my wrestling kimono from the patient possessions section. I then went to the front deck and checked myself out, I nodded at the man behind the counter, signed on the dotted line, then walked right out the front door. I just counden't wait to get the hell out of that place.

I was soon greeted by Kurumi and her sisters who were waiting for me downstairs. They all gathered around gave me a nice hug which I really needed, I could use a women's touch after being left in the coldness of that place for what seemed like days. I kissed Kurumi and we all took a taxi towards the airport where our flight awaited us. We made good time as we got back home, it was around 1:46 P.M we I got to the house. I looked around and nothing had changed, everything remained the same. Man it was a relief to finnaly settle down and relax for awhile, I took a seat and notice my phone sitting on the counter. I remembered I didn't bring my phone with me when I traveled to the show. I was amazed to learn that I was in the hospitable for over a week, Violent Impulse was on the 30th of October. I didn't wake up until around the 6th of November, and I wasn't out until today which is the 10th so it must be over a week, at least a week and a half.

Well anyways, I checked the phone and found 3 messages, one of them was from my close friend Sean Libby who I heard was unable to partake in the PPV. God knows why though, I pushed the button and listened to the message.

Sean Libby: Hey sleeping beauty! I saw your match on Tuesday, God what an awful night for the Steel eh? Listen I don't know when your get this considering you may have like three pieces of wood in your back right about now but hey, you'll survive. I'll catch yeah at Battlegrounds. See yeah around.

I laughed a little as I deleated the message and went though the others, it was mainly just get well soon comments and what not. I then called Sean's phone and waited for a few moments, however all I got was an answering machine. I waited for the peep sound then recorded my message.

Yuko Shemamora: Hey Sean my man, I just got out of recovering from my match. Thankfully I didn't get any splinters stuck inside me so I'm good to go next week, see you around at Battlegrounds.

I hung up and tossed the phone aside and sat down for a moment. I rubbed my head and tried to think about what I did wrong during that match, I had the advantage and I just coulden't use it. I was too overconfedent, I allowed myself to lose focus and that few minuites of just laying there thinking I won that match was all it took. I knew I was much better than this. I've dropped my gaurd way too many times now, and it's getting to the point where I have to ask myself: Where did I go wrong?

As great as it is for me to come back home in one piece and been willing to fight another day, I know in my heart that there is something holding me back. Whatever it is, it's keeping me off balanced, making me reckless, causing me to make foolish choices. I don't know what it is: Is it overconfidence? Lack of competition? Restlessness? Or something else entirely?

Well whatever it is, that loss at Violent Impulse was my fault, I had the tools to win, I just didn't use them. Now I'm back to sqaure one, and it's only going to get harder for me at this point.

As much as I hate to admit it, as I am right now, I don't stand a chance against Robbie, not with my mindset the way it is right now. I've only got a few more days to prepare myself for this next fight......and I knew just the place to do it.

Tonight I will rest up and enjoy this evening........tommarow I going to do some soul searching.


Members of the Succession, I only have one thing to ask all of you.

WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW?

He's gone, vanished, left you all to fend for yourselfs. It's really sad I must say, that a man as talented as Brenton Cyrus, would come back after no selling a lyching from Vincent Van Rose. Since coming back he formed a powerful group, a group that had one goal: To win at all costs.

Well if we all look at IWF's history with stables, they all fell short. The RHG, The IIA, Se7en, Parousia, and Team Swag have all been disbanded mere weeks after forming, and it seems the Succession will suffer the same fate.

Robbie Hart.....you must be feeling really proud of yourself right now. Leading everyone to belive that you and Breton were fighting each other when in truth, it was all a lame ploy to get the champion to lose focuse during his championship match against you. It worked; but I like to point out that you had some unexpected help with me getting two straight wins over him, you're welcomed by the way.