Run Bitches! |UFCxWWE| {2016} #Wattys2015

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-- FEW WEEKS LATER --

I held on to the walls when I felt my legs weaken out, my therapist ran towards me then held me by the arms "Are you okay?" he asked then I nodded. He put my arm on top of his shoulders then assisted me to the seats

"I'm fine, a bit peachy" I answered then open my bag to get the bottled water and drink it up, breathing heavily while putting my hands on my knees

"Let's call this a day, yeah?" I agreed to his words then gave me my crutches. He helped me stand up and he took my bag then slings it to his shoulder

I put the crutches under my armpits then lifted my injured leg slightly. The first time I was in therapy, my legs hurt as hell. The thing I'm doing earlier was my trying to walk, but half way there, my legs gave up and decided to betray me as well

We step out the room where they do the therapy and met my dad, he took the bag from my therapist then help me up "How was she?" dad asked then Mark, my therapist "Improvements?"

"Her strength is coming back, she could actually do the equipments now. She improve her walking, she could do half the way without the walls but her legs couldn't take it that much" he explained as me and dad nodded

"Thank you Mark-"

"You know I realize, if I wasn't injured right now I should be training in Jiu-Jitsu" I cut dad off. He chuckled then put the UFC snapback on me

"Thank you Mark, she's having training hangovers right now. We'll see you again tomorrow" they shook hands and Marks shook mine, dad assisted me out the place as he shield both of us with his giant hands from the media "We need to change time schedule-again" I said and he nodded

He opened the car then I got in, putting on the seatbelt then put the crutches on the backseat "I just want to be back on spot" I said when dad started to drive off

"You don't need to be back on spot, you never lost your spot"

"I'll check the rankings right now" I said then pulled my phone out from my bag in front of me. I went in to the UFC's website and check the rankings, I saw it was still Jon Jones on number one, JJ on top 14 then Conor is on top 8 "Well, at least I'm still on 10. But I know it would be taken off after a few weeks when the tournament starts" I said then put the phone back in my bag

"Don't think about this stuff for a while. Just focus on your therapy, your recovery and your leg-" dad said, he would gently pat my leg every word "-Focus on the things right now, this is today. Focus on your return some other time" he said then I nodded, looking outside the window

My family is at my house, they are staying there at the moment to keep an eye on me. Others would visit now and then, especially my team. I appreciate everything they're doing, so one of the things I promise myself when I'm ready is to repay everything they've done to me

"Do you even think about returning to WWE, dad?" I asked then look at him, he looks at me for a brief moment then back to the road "It's hard to not feel this stuff, especially with this lifestyle" I added as I waited for what he'll say

He sighed then shrugged his shoulders "So many times. But I'm done, I have a family. Your mom, Gage and you" he answered then he smiled. I shrug then look back to the window

I don't buy it, I know somewhere in the line he wants to go for one last match. No one could say 'no' when offered. Dad wants to go back for one last match, I just know it

"Are you sure? What if I offer you one last match right now, would you accept it?" I asked, turning my head back to him with a grin "Tell me honestly" I asked again