in the end [cm punk]

CHAPTER ONE : EW YOUR BLOOD IS ON ME!

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CHAPTER ONE :
' ew your blood is on me!

WHEN LUCIA SAYS SHE HATES LOSING—
she absolutely fucking hates losing. i guess that fire in her is sparked by the fact she doesn't want to come off as someone who is below the bar because god forbid that she needs saving.

" AGAIN. " she says harshly before spitting blood out of her mouth onto the mat under their feet. " get up, I don't have all the time in the world to be waiting on your weak ass." she says to the spotter she was just spotting with.

he groans in pain, " are you sure you want to keep going? we've been going at this for 30 minutes lucia." he pleads for his life, unfortunately for him lucia doesn't just give life to those that won't give her something in return.

" if i wasn't sure then you would of been knocked out cold, now get up. one last round and then you can go heal your stupid bruises." she says getting back in her stance totally focused on murdering the soul in front of her eyes.

" LUCIA. " the girl turns around slowly silently cursing to herself as she comes face to to face with the man she calls her father.

" hi dad." she says sweetly hoping this isn't about the aggression she possesses, trust me she's heard that conversation about 20 freaking times and new flash,  it isn't that entertaining.

the older man eyes the poor man in pain that just felt the hard hitting impact of the girl. he sighs tiredly, " it's okay cole, go ahead and get your things. you're done for the day." the teenage boy smiles at the older man in gratitude, he just saved him from a monster.

lucia rolls her eyes at how the boy practically tripped over his feet trying to get off the mat and far away from her. she turns back to her father knowing well enough that he isn't pleased with her hard hitting tactics. " it's not my fault that he couldn't keep up." she says with a shrug. was she gonna let it show that she's scared shitless? no most definitely not but just take note that lucia is fucking terrified.

" lucia." he says harshly making her body shiver with goosebumps. oh fuck you're really in for it now,
" i don't want to hear what you have to say. i've already had this talk with you about your aggression but I guess you simply don't give a fuck for what i got to say. im done helping you with your messes lucia, you're on your fucking own now."

with that the man turns back around and walks across the dojo that he owns to help those that were less hard headed as his own daughter. lucia blinks away tears, no man was gonna make her cry, especially her father. she clears her throat and exists the mat, taking the stench of blood, sweet, and dust with her.

she yawns tiredly as she puts her shoes back on that was until she heard the door of the entrance ring it's bells and a familiar voice because music to her ears.

" oooh lucia!" exclaims her bestfriend chaleen as she enters the dojo with a strange boy with an red colored mohawk and several piercings on his face. immediately this boy caught the attention of lucia. she quickly felt embarrassed as he looks up from the ground and catches her stare, yep lucia definitely wanted to die. actually no, lucia wanted to die the exact moment when her bestfriend engulfed her in open arms only to make a loud comment about how sweaty the girl was.