Post by Athena on Jul 22, 2016 13:56:34 GMT -5
The sun was shinning bright to the point of almost blinding you as the air was still cool and crisp, since it was about 5 AM. This was the morning right after Phillip Brooks, better known as CM Punk, was rushed to the hospital after getting hit by a car on the premises of the arena that GZWA Primetime was taking place. Stepping through the glass door was Blake Harper, tired and drained, still wearing her ring gear, which consisted of shorts with high slits on the side, a crop top and wrestling boots that imitate combat boots. The only thing saving her from the morning breeze was an oversized Chicago Cubs sweatshirt that she found while she was gathering Lip's stuff from his locker room. Placing the hood over her head, hiding those fiery locks that were messy from the restless night spent in the hospital, Blake pulled out a scrunched pack of cigarettes from her backpack and a lighter. Lighting up she took a good solid drag as she looked up at the bright sky. This was definitely not the way she wanted her life to move forward. Finishing one cigarette she quickly pulled out a second one with her teeth from the package as she quickly light it up. In the midst of her third cigarette a young guy walked past, deciding to look back for a moment.
Are you?
No. It's all a lucid dream.
Flicking the cigarette butt to the nearest trash can she passed the guy, placing earbuds into her ears as Combichrist's "My Life My Rules" could be heard to everyone around her. There was no way in hell that she was going to give up. Not Blake. Not in this situation. Walking down the street she passed through the hotel both her and Lip were staying in. She simply wondered around the city the entire day. Just until the sun had finally set. She knew she wasn't supposed to do this. She knew that if anybody found about it, her career in GZWA would be over. But no one found out while she was in the UFC, so Blake was pretty sure that nobody will catch her now. Making her way towards the nearest underground gym, she carefully looked around and headed down the stairs to the basement.. After all, she was in her ring gear and it was the perfect place to put a use to it.
All that you could hear was songs by Lord of the Lost and Combichrist blasting through her earbuds complimented by the repetitive thuds of her fists landing against the punching back. She wasn't really perfecting anything. Blake just needed to completely drain her energy and get rid of this adrenaline rush. After a good hour people started entering the basement, one by one, not making too much noise, all tired, but with hunger in their eyes and almost smelling the scent of sweat and blood that seemed like it was now a part of the building. The booker of the fights was standing by the punching bag as he looked at the furious redhead. Blake stopped as those hazel eyes focused on him.
Jack, let me fight...
Mercy... I don't really think it's a good idea.
I didn't say it was.
Even though he could clearly see that she was tired as never before, but her determination only made him sigh as he walked to the center to announce the first fight.
Angel against Mercy. No shoes, no shirts, no rings, no watches.
Blake took off both her sweatshirt and crop top, leaving herself only those shorts and sports bra and quickly got rid of her shoes. Walking to the center she saw all of the people surrounding her as she finally saw her opponent looking straight at her, his fists already up in defense.
They both circled each other, as it seemed like they would lock up, but this wasn't a fair fight. Nor it was a scheduled match. As Blake was nearing up to grab the guy by the neck, he sucker punched her straight to the jaw, making Blake fall to the ground. The crowd roared both in support of Angel and in surprise that Mercy didn't even defend herself. Laying on the ground, she could feel her body giving up on her. And yet, she craved to continue. She craved to be pushed to her very limit. Something she hadn't felt in a long while. Rising to her feet she managed to regain her composure, striking him left and right, even landing a few successful shots to the temple. But out of nowhere in the crowd she saw him... She saw Punk. Well, at least a mirage of him. Yet, he was standing right there, looking at her, with that typical grin, playing with the piercing in his lip. That was when Angel hit a combination of mid-kicks and a perfect southpaw to bring Blake to the ground as he immediately started strangling her, striking her head against the concrete floor. While still with her consciousness, she shrieked...
STOP!!!!
Angel let go of her while Blake laid on the ground, trying to catch her breath. Extending his hand the blonde pretty boy helped her stand up, wiping some blood from her forehead.
You've lost your touch...
Yet, you've put my head in place... Oh, and fuck you.
Both actually laughed as Blake slowly walked to the back to put her top, sweatshirt and shoes back on. Pulling over the hood to hide the bruises on her face, she walked out into the chilly air of the night, with a cigarette already between her lips and with a smile on her face. Taking her phone out, she found a number in the contacts and pressed "Call". After a few rings, you could hear somebody on the other side answering.
Johnny? It's Mercy. I actually need your help. How about a little reunion?
Pressing her phone between her ear and her shoulder, Blake light up her cigarette as the scene faded to black.
