Post by Athena on Apr 1, 2016 16:55:36 GMT -5
February 6th. 12 Hours After Riot Control.
The scene started showing a quiet single room in the Emory Sports Medicine Center in Atlanta, Georgia. It was 9 am and the morning sun was shining brightly through the semi-opened blinds. The only sound piercing through the silence was the beeping of the medical machinery and heavy breathing. Blake was laying right there in bed, her body covered by a hospital gown and some sheets. She knew that what her body was going through was nothing good, yet deep down inside she hoped that the doctors will say that she came out only with some bruises and scrapes, maybe a light pull of a muscle and that's about it. Trying to sit up in bed, Blake took in a sharp breath as it felt like a scorching hot blade went through her shoulder. At that moment, the doctor walked into the room, smiling lightly at his new patient.
Well... It could have been worse.
Doesn't really sound that promising... I fucked up, didn't I?
You have a tear in one of the rotator cuff muscles. No surgery will be required, but the healing process will take up to 6 weeks. So that means that you will have to protect your left arm and halt your career for a bit.
Great news, doc. Just what I needed... Time off from the only thing I'm good at. Throw in a contract for "Total Vixens" and I'll be all set for my career in bikini battle royals.
The doctor shook his head as he smiled just lightly and looked at Blake through the very top of his glasses.
Should feel very lucky, Ms. Harper. Usually rotator cuff injuries result in surgery and extensive rehabilitation. You got away easy. But you have to remember to take it easy, since many athletes after injuring their shoulder once and not taking care of it the right way end up coming back multiple time with repeated muscle injuries.
Blake just sighed as she looked away for a moment. She was on her way up, making a name for herself and building an undefeated streak. Yet everything ended so abruptly, like in a car crash. One minute she was in the main event, the next? She was laying in a hospital bed, listening about the possibility of her developing a new weak spot in her shoulder. As she turned back, you could see that serious expression on her face. The fire was starting to burn inside. The flame has just been reignited.
Okay... John Cena gets taken out for a year and comes back stronger than ever in 6 months. I might not be Superman and my body does not regenerate, but this is the best facility to do it. How can we make those six weeks into four?
He couldn't help but grin just lightly at the determined athlete in front of him as he looked down at the charts on the clipboard in his hands.
Now, that sounds more like it, Ms. Harper... There are a few ways to get you back into a fighting condition.
Anything. I'll 3D print a new arm if needed. No matter what it takes. I have to stand in that ring in four weeks time. I'll steal Cena's soul if that's what it takes to be competing again.
Laughing at her comment the doctor started arranging a concentrated rehabilitation program for his determined patient as Blake started asking questions about the possible scenarios.
March 26th. Four Weeks After Riot Control.
"I Put My Armor On... To Show You How Strong I Am."
Hanging way up there from the ceiling with the help of ropes, Blake had her iPod attached to her arm, earbuds in as the song "Unstoppable" by Sia blasted loud enough to be heard by an outsider. It was week 5 after her shoulder injury and just as promised by the doctor, this girl like a superhero got back on her feet quicker than anyone could have ever expected. Stretching every single muscle in her body in the gym was not only a physical preparation for a comeback. Blake was preparing mentally to be even better than before. To prove that she can't be taken down. That there was no use of trying to get rid of her. She was a warrior molded out of titanium. Or... At least it was the picture she wanted to paint to her opponents. A picture of an unstoppable creature. Someone not only to respect, but... Maybe even fear.
"I'm Invincible. I'll Win Every Single Game."
Slowly sliding down to the ground, Blake moved her arms and legs carefully, slowly loosening everything up. Turning her head to the side she felt a presence in the gym. She wasn't alone.
You always had terrible taste in music, Mercy.
I can't remember the last time anybody has called me that.
Taking out those earbuds, Blake looked right at Wes Danielsion, a Lightweight Champion in the world of MMA and her former lover, who was dressed for a training session.
Well, you know very well why everybody used to call you that.
Blake got the nickname "Mercy" very early on in her career. Because of her submission and strike based style, she would always end her matches early, either by KO or submission. First her trainers and then the commentators started calling the captivating redhead "Mercy", because she would take mercy on her opponents and would end their suffering quickly. Like a hitman. One shot and it was all over.
Yeah... Here my style doesn't really adapt as well.
It does. You are just still trying to transition from quite a different sport. As much as we would like to think that wrestling is ten times easier... It's not. It's different. Back in UFC if your match ends in 34 seconds, you are a badass hero. Remember, before Rousey went against Correia for that Bantamweight title, they marketed the fact that Ronda's last three title defenses had the total combined time of a single minute. Here, anything less than five minutes is considered to be a squash match.
Since when are you not a douche?
Wes grinned as he walked closer to Blake. To everybody he seemed like the biggest arrogant prick around, a person that only cares about expensive cars and gorgeous women. Yet, with the people he loved and cared for, he managed to break away from his line blurring gimmick and become the biggest supporter and shoulder to lean on.
You are a sprint runner. Not a marathon runner. And GZWA is a marathon. So, first of all, you have to shift your focus from ending a match with your first punch to creating a spectacle for the fans that might last up to 30 minutes. You have to tell an entire story in a match.
Blake listened to him in slight awe. This was a side to him she had forgotten that existed. This was the side of Wes that amazed Blake from the very beginning. How he could be your worst nightmare and your best teacher all the same time, sprinkled with confidence and a rarely seen softness.
How do you know all of this? From where 'tis wisdom comes?
Shaking his head he laughed as he took her hand and led her towards the ring.
I made the transition from wrestling to MMA many years ago... Believe me, I know how hard it is to switch fields.
Looking at him it took her mere seconds to notice that Wes was charging at her with a clothesline. No warning. Not even a word. She knew that this was the start of her boot camp with the man that knew how to push all of the right buttons to make this Porsche like it didn't even have breaks. It was time to prove to the world that the stumble she took on her road for championship gold was only a mere distraction. Something that will make her bounce back even stronger.
Their training session had entered it's third hour as Wes looked at Blake ready to sucker punch the bag, just grinning slightly.
What's on your mind, Mercy?
Breathing heavily, Blake held her arm up, her fist closed, starring like her eyes were piercing through the punching bag as she was ready to go in for the kill.
Didgitz doesn't even understand what she is getting herself into. She might think that she is going against someone who is not in her element, was just out with an injury. Someone that was eliminated only a few minutes after entering the main event. Didgitz might very well not take me seriously. But what she doesn't even comprehend is the fact that I am unstoppable. I won't break down, I won't give up and I will keep coming back stronger, better armor... Invincible. She doesn't understand, that I have nothing to lose. I was going right to the top and then ended up back at the very end of the line. And that is the opponent you should fear the most. The one that has nothing to lose. Because then? Then he or she is fearless. I am fearless. I am unstoppable. I am.
What are you going to do on Primetime when you see her face to face?
Show her no mercy. I will go all the way, till she can't take it no more. Till she feels like her body can't carry it anymore. Nobody is going to stop me. After the crowd gets to see an amazing and captivating match. Only then... Right at the finish line.... I will end her suffering... And show GZWA why they used to call me "Mercy".
Right at that very moment the fist landed against the punching back, resulting in a thunderous sound echoing through the empty gym. Wes crossed his arms looking with a satisfied grin at the fired up Blake as the scene slowly faded.
The scene started showing a quiet single room in the Emory Sports Medicine Center in Atlanta, Georgia. It was 9 am and the morning sun was shining brightly through the semi-opened blinds. The only sound piercing through the silence was the beeping of the medical machinery and heavy breathing. Blake was laying right there in bed, her body covered by a hospital gown and some sheets. She knew that what her body was going through was nothing good, yet deep down inside she hoped that the doctors will say that she came out only with some bruises and scrapes, maybe a light pull of a muscle and that's about it. Trying to sit up in bed, Blake took in a sharp breath as it felt like a scorching hot blade went through her shoulder. At that moment, the doctor walked into the room, smiling lightly at his new patient.
Well... It could have been worse.
Doesn't really sound that promising... I fucked up, didn't I?
You have a tear in one of the rotator cuff muscles. No surgery will be required, but the healing process will take up to 6 weeks. So that means that you will have to protect your left arm and halt your career for a bit.
Great news, doc. Just what I needed... Time off from the only thing I'm good at. Throw in a contract for "Total Vixens" and I'll be all set for my career in bikini battle royals.
The doctor shook his head as he smiled just lightly and looked at Blake through the very top of his glasses.
Should feel very lucky, Ms. Harper. Usually rotator cuff injuries result in surgery and extensive rehabilitation. You got away easy. But you have to remember to take it easy, since many athletes after injuring their shoulder once and not taking care of it the right way end up coming back multiple time with repeated muscle injuries.
Blake just sighed as she looked away for a moment. She was on her way up, making a name for herself and building an undefeated streak. Yet everything ended so abruptly, like in a car crash. One minute she was in the main event, the next? She was laying in a hospital bed, listening about the possibility of her developing a new weak spot in her shoulder. As she turned back, you could see that serious expression on her face. The fire was starting to burn inside. The flame has just been reignited.
Okay... John Cena gets taken out for a year and comes back stronger than ever in 6 months. I might not be Superman and my body does not regenerate, but this is the best facility to do it. How can we make those six weeks into four?
He couldn't help but grin just lightly at the determined athlete in front of him as he looked down at the charts on the clipboard in his hands.
Now, that sounds more like it, Ms. Harper... There are a few ways to get you back into a fighting condition.
Anything. I'll 3D print a new arm if needed. No matter what it takes. I have to stand in that ring in four weeks time. I'll steal Cena's soul if that's what it takes to be competing again.
Laughing at her comment the doctor started arranging a concentrated rehabilitation program for his determined patient as Blake started asking questions about the possible scenarios.
March 26th. Four Weeks After Riot Control.
"I Put My Armor On... To Show You How Strong I Am."
Hanging way up there from the ceiling with the help of ropes, Blake had her iPod attached to her arm, earbuds in as the song "Unstoppable" by Sia blasted loud enough to be heard by an outsider. It was week 5 after her shoulder injury and just as promised by the doctor, this girl like a superhero got back on her feet quicker than anyone could have ever expected. Stretching every single muscle in her body in the gym was not only a physical preparation for a comeback. Blake was preparing mentally to be even better than before. To prove that she can't be taken down. That there was no use of trying to get rid of her. She was a warrior molded out of titanium. Or... At least it was the picture she wanted to paint to her opponents. A picture of an unstoppable creature. Someone not only to respect, but... Maybe even fear.
"I'm Invincible. I'll Win Every Single Game."
Slowly sliding down to the ground, Blake moved her arms and legs carefully, slowly loosening everything up. Turning her head to the side she felt a presence in the gym. She wasn't alone.
You always had terrible taste in music, Mercy.
I can't remember the last time anybody has called me that.
Taking out those earbuds, Blake looked right at Wes Danielsion, a Lightweight Champion in the world of MMA and her former lover, who was dressed for a training session.
Well, you know very well why everybody used to call you that.
Blake got the nickname "Mercy" very early on in her career. Because of her submission and strike based style, she would always end her matches early, either by KO or submission. First her trainers and then the commentators started calling the captivating redhead "Mercy", because she would take mercy on her opponents and would end their suffering quickly. Like a hitman. One shot and it was all over.
Yeah... Here my style doesn't really adapt as well.
It does. You are just still trying to transition from quite a different sport. As much as we would like to think that wrestling is ten times easier... It's not. It's different. Back in UFC if your match ends in 34 seconds, you are a badass hero. Remember, before Rousey went against Correia for that Bantamweight title, they marketed the fact that Ronda's last three title defenses had the total combined time of a single minute. Here, anything less than five minutes is considered to be a squash match.
Since when are you not a douche?
Wes grinned as he walked closer to Blake. To everybody he seemed like the biggest arrogant prick around, a person that only cares about expensive cars and gorgeous women. Yet, with the people he loved and cared for, he managed to break away from his line blurring gimmick and become the biggest supporter and shoulder to lean on.
You are a sprint runner. Not a marathon runner. And GZWA is a marathon. So, first of all, you have to shift your focus from ending a match with your first punch to creating a spectacle for the fans that might last up to 30 minutes. You have to tell an entire story in a match.
Blake listened to him in slight awe. This was a side to him she had forgotten that existed. This was the side of Wes that amazed Blake from the very beginning. How he could be your worst nightmare and your best teacher all the same time, sprinkled with confidence and a rarely seen softness.
How do you know all of this? From where 'tis wisdom comes?
Shaking his head he laughed as he took her hand and led her towards the ring.
I made the transition from wrestling to MMA many years ago... Believe me, I know how hard it is to switch fields.
Looking at him it took her mere seconds to notice that Wes was charging at her with a clothesline. No warning. Not even a word. She knew that this was the start of her boot camp with the man that knew how to push all of the right buttons to make this Porsche like it didn't even have breaks. It was time to prove to the world that the stumble she took on her road for championship gold was only a mere distraction. Something that will make her bounce back even stronger.
Their training session had entered it's third hour as Wes looked at Blake ready to sucker punch the bag, just grinning slightly.
What's on your mind, Mercy?
Breathing heavily, Blake held her arm up, her fist closed, starring like her eyes were piercing through the punching bag as she was ready to go in for the kill.
Didgitz doesn't even understand what she is getting herself into. She might think that she is going against someone who is not in her element, was just out with an injury. Someone that was eliminated only a few minutes after entering the main event. Didgitz might very well not take me seriously. But what she doesn't even comprehend is the fact that I am unstoppable. I won't break down, I won't give up and I will keep coming back stronger, better armor... Invincible. She doesn't understand, that I have nothing to lose. I was going right to the top and then ended up back at the very end of the line. And that is the opponent you should fear the most. The one that has nothing to lose. Because then? Then he or she is fearless. I am fearless. I am unstoppable. I am.
What are you going to do on Primetime when you see her face to face?
Show her no mercy. I will go all the way, till she can't take it no more. Till she feels like her body can't carry it anymore. Nobody is going to stop me. After the crowd gets to see an amazing and captivating match. Only then... Right at the finish line.... I will end her suffering... And show GZWA why they used to call me "Mercy".
Right at that very moment the fist landed against the punching back, resulting in a thunderous sound echoing through the empty gym. Wes crossed his arms looking with a satisfied grin at the fired up Blake as the scene slowly faded.