*Prologue*
The scene takes place inside Rick Christian's office, where we can see two men sitting on opposite ends. On one side is Rick who hands his hands folded and is shifting around the chair with a hint of nervousness. On the other end is a silhouette of a man, his face hidden in the shadows, not making any motion least it would compromise him in any way. Rick looks back at the man and takes a deep breath.
Rick Christian: It's good that you've came here on such short notice. I have a favor I need to ask from you.
Stranger: Of course my friend I'm all ears, tell me of your troubles.
The voice appears assuring, but cold blooded at the same time. Rick doesn’t change his posture as he looks at where the man's eyes should be.
Rick Christian: I'll just get straight to the point, as you may or may not know, the IWF board of directors is butting heads with Corey Casey.
Stranger: Is that so?
Rick Christian: Yes....it seems that deranged psychopath thinks that we had something to do with the problems that he is having in his personal life. I don't know what goes on at his home nor do I give a shit. But this behavior of his is just a toxin that is killing this company. I and many others are fed up with his bitching and moaning and I for one will not stand for it.
Rick takes a breather and drinks his coffee. Meanwhile the man tilts his head to the side, as if considering what to say.
Stranger: How exactly do you intend to solve this issue of yours?
Rick Christian: Simple, I'm aware of your situation. Perhaps we can work to some kind of agreement, like "scratch my back, I scratch yours" thing. You do what I ask of you, and I'll see to it that you get whatever you want.
The man leans back in his chair and ponders for a few moments; he sits back up and leans forward. His face still hidden in the blackness.
Stranger: Very well, what all would you have me do?
Rick then folds his hands and leans his chin on them, before letting out his trademark grin.
Rick Christian: For now I want you to keep a close eye on Corey. Just keep tabs on him, I want to know who his friends are, what family he has, anything that you can get your hands on. I'll try working on my end and see if I can get them to lighten your work schedule. That way you will have more time to gather as much info as you can.
Stranger: So just get info, that's it?
Rick Christian: For now, don't engage him or Brandon. Just keep your distance, but don't let Corey out of your site. Is that understood?
Stranger: Yes sir.
Rick Christian: Good, now get out before someone sees us.
The man didn't waste any time, he got up from his chair and with a swift motion of his cloak, he leaves the office. Rick takes another sip from his coffee and get's to work on his laptop.
Dark Archangel presents.
Back against the wall.
Location: Kurumi's house.
Date: January 2th, 2011.
Time: 10:34 P.M
It has been a bad few days for me, I haven't really been able to live with myself ever since I failed to defeat Brandon for the IWF title at New Years Evil. Many said that I was way in over my head, that I was biting off more than I can chew. It seemed that ignoring the warning proved to be a grave mistake. Even though I impressed alot of people during that match, even shocked many more when I made Brandon tap. I knew I was going into this fight with a big disadvantage right off the bat. Even that two hour training session with Anderson Silva wasn’t going to be enough. Regardless, I came to fight and boy did I fight the good fight. I might have even impressed Brandon slightly; I just didn't tap right away. I fought tooth and nail, trying to break out of his submissions, trying to survive. That was really all I could have done at the time. I just didn't have the tools to win this match; the deck was far too stacked against me. While many have praised me backstage for my "heart of a lion" performance, I was beyond disappointed. However I knew better than to dwell on this, there will be another time for me to get that belt. I just wasn’t ready yet, and this proves that I have alot more to learn before I get another shot like that ever again.
Well I went back with Kurumi all sore from the match, we spent the day with her messaging my body. Trying to get those kinks and muscles to let go. Her sisters Kirinka and Saki were watching Thor of the big screen T.V.
Kurumi: You put up a great fight out there Yuko, I'm proud of you.
Yuko Shemamora: Yeah I know, it would have been better if I won that match. However his time will come, next we met he won't be so fortunate.
Kurumi: So what will you do now? Are you still in contention for the title?
Yuko Shemamora: No, they got me fighting some chick named Rosa Knight.
Kurumi: You mean the one who fought in that mini Valhalla match?
Yuko Shemamora: Yeah....her.
Kurumi: Is she any good?
Yuko Shemamora: Can't really say, never met her before. She seems like a nice person.
Kurumi: Maybe she and I can become good friends.
Yuko Shemamora: *smiles* I'm pretty sure you two would get along fine. I don't think I can say the same for myself however.
Kurumi kept rubbing her hands against my skin. So far my dark side really hasn’t said anything ever since the show. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. It doesn’t matter to me right now, I could use the mental release right about now.
Kurumi: Well I have to say, this guy really did a number on you.
Just as she said that, I heard a loud pop in my left shoulder. I gritted my teeth as the pain shot through me like a jolt, it felt so good at the same it though. I leaned forward while Kurumi, who stopped for a moment, leaned over with a concerned look on her face.
Kurumi: You ok?
Yuko Shemamora: Yeah I'm good, you guys mind if I crash here tonight? I'm too lazy and sore to walk back to my house.
Kurumi: Is your house secured?
Yuko Shemamora: It is, I always lock both doors before I leave.
Kurumi: Then sure, you can sleep with me tonight then.
Yuko Shemamora: That's fine.
I looked up and smiled at her while I grabbed my shirt and put it back on. I got up from the floor while Kurumi moved the chair that she was sitting on back on the table where it was. I took a seat next to Saki while Kurumi took her chair. Saki offered me some of her popcorn but I just shook my head, I turned and watched the rest of the movie until it got late. Kirinka was already yawning and I was nearly falling asleep, we all went upstairs and said our good nights to each other. I just kicked off my shoes and collapsed on the bed, Kurumi just laughed and sit to the side of me, running her fingers on the strands of my hair.
Kurumi: You tired?
Yuko Shemamora: Was that a question? Or are you just being silly?
Kurumi: After what you've been through, I figure you can use a little cheering up.
Yuko Shemamora: Thanks Kurumi, I owe you one.
Kurumi: Now now, you rest, I'll take
good care of you.
I dragged myself towards the bed and she pulled away from the covers so that she can climb in. I could feel her arms around me as I leaned my head against her breasts. I could feel the warmth and comfort and that was all I needed to go to sleep.
*The Shoot*
So this is what I'm reduced to now?
A couple weeks ago I was fighting in the big leagues, heck I had a title shot right in my grasp.
Now look where I am, back to fighting mid-carders.
So Rosa Knight is it? I remember watching a couple of your matches. Not bad I should say, however lady, let me just be blunt when I say this: This is a battle you can't possibly win.
I mean last I've seen you; you were fighting Ashley Matthews for a shot at the New Blood title. Well baby, you are looking at the first person to ever hold onto that belt.
But man, what have they done to it lately? They gave the gold to a Lesbian who's spent more time having guys pop her cherry tree than Paris Hilton on a Sunday afternoon.
When I was champion, I made that belt interesting, I made it worth something. Hell I defended that thing in one of the most dangerous matches this federation has ever seen.
And now look at it.......it's a just a joke title now.
It matters very little to me now, that title is beneath me. Right now I gotta get myself back on track, and I'm going to do it right with a win here.
Also don't think I won't let up on you just because you're a woman, I'm no stranger to fighting females. Back at DW, I've fought against two females who were as pretty as they were lethal. I even drove Shark's girlfriend Latoya through a glass case just to win that New Blood title. So you can see that gender holds no value to me whatsoever. If I don't know you and you are in my way, expect me to steamroll you.
I'll make this quick and painless, just stay down and I won't hurt you too much.
But if you're going to put up a fight, just remember: I'm not afraid to hit a girl.
Subject: Back against the wall. 
Sat Jan 07, 2012 11:54 pm
