Post by neotrident on Oct 26, 2024 18:02:48 GMT
Estrina sat on the edge of the exam table, her fingers tapping against her thigh as the doctor examined her knee. The bruises had faded, but the dull ache remained—a reminder of the war she fought in the "I Quit" match against Sylvia. Her fierce rival had targeted her knee mercilessly throughout the fight, and the damage was done. Now, instead of gearing up for her next match, she was stuck in the clinic, waiting to hear just how bad the injury was.
The doctor finally straightened up and sighed. "Good news is, it’s not as bad as it could have been. No torn ligament. But you’ve got a pretty bad strain in the tendons. You’re looking at a few weeks off, and you’re definitely going to need some rehab."
ESTRINA STARFIRE
Estrina’s heart sank. "A few weeks?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration. "I can’t afford to be out that long. Sylvia’s already running her mouth about how she ‘broke’ me, and I’ve already missed Mania. The fans are expecting me to come back strong."
The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile. "I get it. But if you don’t take the time to heal, you’re looking at making this a much bigger problem down the road. Trust me, you don’t want that."
Estrina dropped her head, her jaw tight. The thought of missing even a single show was agonizing. She could already picture Sylvia parading around, acting like she’d won their feud for good, capitalizing on Estrina’s absence to push herself even higher.
Her trainer, standing by the door, finally spoke up. "I know it’s not what you want to hear, but this is your shot to reset, Estrina. And honestly, it might be time to rethink how you approach your matches."
Estrina’s brow furrowed, her temper flaring slightly. "Rethink my matches? What’s that supposed to mean?"
"You’ve been going full-throttle for years now," the trainer explained. "High-flying, hard-hitting, always pushing your body to the limit. But that style, especially the way you rely on your knees for those kicks and dives, it’s taking a toll. You don’t have to change who you are, but you need to adapt. You want to keep putting on these show-stopping performances, you’ve got to work smarter, not harder."
Estrina crossed her arms, the idea sinking in, though she wasn’t ready to accept it just yet. "So, what? You’re saying I should stop flying around and start grappling? That’s not me. The fans expect 'The Celestial Stunner' to be fast and explosive."
Her trainer gave her a knowing look. "And you can still be that, but you need to be more selective. You can’t rely on high-risk moves every time you’re out there. You’re fast and you’re smart. Start thinking about mixing in some more strikes, submissions, stuff that’ll take some of the pressure off your knee. You can still be the same Estrina Starfire, but with a little more balance. That’s how you’re gonna stay on top."
Estrina sighed, frustration bubbling under the surface, but she knew they were right. She couldn’t keep fighting the way she had and expect to keep going at this pace. If she didn’t evolve, she wouldn’t last.
"Fine," she said, her voice steady, but determined. "I’ll take the rehab, I’ll work on the adjustments. Sylvia thinks she’s ended me? She’s just given me time to get better in the ring!"
Her trainer smiled. "That’s what I like to hear. You’re not just coming back—you’re coming back stronger. You’re gonna make Sylvia regret putting you on the shelf."
Estrina nodded, already feeling the fire building inside her. As much as she hated the idea of being out of action for a few weeks, she realized that this could be the best thing for her career in the long run. She wasn’t just going to return—she was going to return smarter, stronger, and more dangerous than ever.
Weeks 1-3 that follows...
The sound of weights clanging and the rhythmic thud of heavy bags being struck filled the air in the private gym. Estrina wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stood in the center of the mat, her knee wrapped in a brace to give her added stability. It had been a couple of weeks since the injury, and now the real work had begun—adapting her style while regaining her strength.
“Let’s go, Starfire! Push it!” her weight trainer shouted as she gripped the barbell tightly. Estrina’s muscles trembled under the strain, sweat dripping down her forehead. This was the third set of squats with a heavier load than she was used to, but she knew building her leg strength back was crucial. She pushed up, gritting her teeth as the weights moved steadily upward, then lowered again. Her knee ached slightly, but it was stronger now—just like the rest of her.
With a grunt, she completed the set and racked the bar, catching her breath. "Good work," her trainer said, clapping her on the shoulder. "You’re getting stronger, faster than I expected."
"Not fast enough," Estrina muttered, wiping her brow. She glanced at her reflection in the gym mirror. She looked leaner, her arms and legs more defined from the weight training, but there was still a fire in her eyes. She knew the rest of the FAWN roster wasn’t going to take it easy on her when she returned. They’d be coming for her with everything they had.
Her trainer, a grizzled veteran of the wrestling world, circled her as she caught her breath. "We’ll hit the mats after you catch your breath."
"Alright, Est, you ready for the next round?"
Estrina nodded, her determination shining through her frustration. "Let’s do it."
"Good. Today we’re working on grappling transitions. No more relying on your speed to carry you through. You need to learn how to control the pace, make your opponent fight your match."
Estrina braced herself as her trainer stepped forward, grabbing her around the waist and bringing her down to the mat with a quick sweep. Estrina immediately began to squirm, instinctively trying to use her agility to escape, but the trainer’s hold was firm.
"Slow down," her trainer barked. "You’re not going to be able to wriggle out of every situation. You need to think your way out, not just rely on reflex."
Estrina gritted her teeth but nodded, taking a deep breath. She stopped struggling and, instead, started looking for opportunities. With careful movements, she began shifting her weight, leveraging her lower body to break the hold and flip her trainer onto their back. It wasn’t flashy, but it was effective.
"That’s it," her trainer said, grinning. "Now, instead of rushing back to your feet, stay on the ground and lock me up. Control the fight."
Estrina quickly transitioned, her legs wrapping around her trainer’s waist as she trapped one of their arms in a simple but effective submission hold. It wasn’t the type of move she would’ve used in her previous matches, but it felt powerful in a different way. She could feel the control, the sense that she was dictating the flow of the match rather than reacting to it.
After a moment, her trainer tapped out, and Estrina released the hold, rolling back to her feet. "Not bad," her trainer said, standing up and dusting off their hands. "You’re getting the hang of it. You still want to rush, though. Take your time. The more control you have, the less work you’ll need to do later on."
Estrina nodded, her chest heaving from the exertion. "I get it, but it’s hard. I’m so used to flying around the ring. Slowing down feels... off."
"I know, but this isn’t about losing what makes you ‘The Celestial Stunner.’ This is about adding to it. You’ll still get your high-flying moments, but now, you’ll have another weapon in your arsenal. You’ll be able to take the fight to the mat when you need to, control the pace, and then hit them with the big moves when the time’s right."
Estrina wiped her brow again, nodding in agreement. "Alright, let’s go again."
The next few hours were a mix of grappling drills, submission holds, and transitions. Estrina worked through the frustration of learning something new, but with each session, she felt more comfortable. Her knee was getting stronger too, but she still had to be careful—her coaches made sure of that.
Later in the week, she worked on her striking game with another coach, this one specializing in martial arts. They stood in front of the heavy bag, Estrina throwing calculated kicks and punches while her coach barked out instructions.
"Your strikes need to be precise," the coach said, watching her movements. "You don’t need to be flashy, but every hit should hurt. No wasted motion. Target the ribs, the legs—places that’ll weaken your opponent and make them think twice about rushing you."
Estrina nodded and followed the commands, each kick landing with more force than the last. She could feel the difference in her approach. Before, she might’ve thrown a high-flying kick to dazzle the crowd, but now she was focusing on breaking her opponent down piece by piece.
"You’re getting better," her coach said, handing her a towel after their session. "You’ve got that explosiveness, but now you’re learning how to channel it. It’s going to make you even more dangerous when you get back in the ring."
Estrina smirked, wiping the sweat from her face. "Good. Because when I’m back, I’m taking everyone down!"
Her coaches chuckled, clearly enjoying her confidence, but they knew she had more work to do. Over the next few weeks, the training intensified. Estrina worked on blending her newfound grappling and submission techniques with her signature speed and striking. She knew she’d have to fight smarter, not just harder, and with each day, she felt herself evolving.
Every time she hit the mat, she reminded herself that this setback wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of a new chapter. When she returned to the ring, she wouldn’t just be "The Celestial Stunner." She’d be a stronger, more dangerous version of herself.
Week 4...
Estrina’s workout regimen had evolved, just like her. No longer focused purely on high-flying moves, her training now encompassed a mix of strength, precision, and control. After a set of squats with heavier weights, she moved seamlessly into a series of kickboxing drills. Each strike was deliberate, each kick packing power as it slammed into the heavy bag.
"Keep it sharp, Estrina!" her coach shouted from the side. "You don’t need to go for speed every time. Focus on precision."
Estrina nodded, adjusting her stance slightly before throwing a swift combination of punches and kicks. The movements were fluid, calculated—she was learning to conserve energy, to hit hard without wasting a single motion. Each punch landed with a satisfying thud, each kick powerful enough to knock an opponent off balance.
The intensity of the kickboxing routine left her breathing hard, but there was no time for a break. Next up was her grappling practice, and she was determined to master this new approach to her wrestling style. On the mats, she squared up with her trainer, her knee brace providing support as they locked up. This was the new Estrina—focused on control, pacing, and wearing down her opponents.
Week 5....
After weeks of grueling training and secret indie matches under a mask, Estrina Starfire’s body had undergone a noticeable transformation. Her once lean and agile frame had become more muscular and defined, a result of the intensive weight training she incorporated to strengthen her body, especially her legs. Her arms were more sculpted, the biceps and triceps visibly toned from countless reps with free weights. Her core, once lithe, was now a solid foundation of strength, showing a faint outline of abs beneath her skin. Her legs, particularly her thighs and calves, had grown stronger, more powerful, the kind of strength that could ground her opponents and keep her steady during submission holds.
Even her stance had changed. She moved with a deliberate calm now, a newfound confidence in her body’s ability to adapt to a more grounded, powerful style of wrestling. The knee that had once been her weakness was now a symbol of resilience, supported by stronger surrounding muscles and years of experience. The knee brace still clung to her right leg, but now it felt like armor rather than a hindrance.
During her rehab, unable to stay away from the ring entirely, Estrina secretly returned to the wrestling world in indie matches. Wearing a mask and using an alias, she tested out her new skills in front of smaller crowds, honing her grappling and submission techniques against lesser-known opponents. The indie circuit was gritty and raw, but it gave her the chance to experiment with her new style without the pressure of the FAWN audience.
These secret matches had helped her stay sharp and, most importantly, gauge how her body responded under the stress of competition. It was in these matches that she learned to blend her old style with her new one—keeping the explosiveness for key moments while dominating with strikes and holds. The masked persona allowed her to fight without judgment, without expectation, and it paid off.
Even with the physical transformation, Estrina maintained her signature nimbleness and agility. While her body had grown more muscular and defined, she had worked hard to ensure that her newfound strength didn’t come at the expense of the quickness that had made her a star. Her footwork remained as light as ever, allowing her to dart around the ring with precision. Her core, now stronger, gave her better control and balance, making her movements even more fluid.
In her secret indie matches, wearing the mask had freed her to explore this balance between power and agility. She still executed the high-flying moves that brought fans to their feet—springboard attacks, evasive maneuvers, and quick strikes—but now, she had the added ability to ground her opponents when needed. She could transition from a lightning-fast dropkick to locking in a submission, using her newfound strength to hold her opponents in place while her agility kept her unpredictable.
Week 8...
Estrina sat on the exam table once again, tapping her fingers on her thigh as the doctor examined her knee one last time. She held her breath, watching his every move, waiting for the final verdict. Weeks of intense rehab, secret indie matches, and endless hours in the gym had brought her to this moment.
Finally, the doctor straightened up, a small smile on his face. "Well, Estrina," he said, taking off his gloves, "you’re cleared. The knee’s fully healed, and I’ve got no concerns. You’re good to get back in the ring."
Estrina’s eyes lit up. She felt the relief and excitement bubbling up inside her. "So, I’m really back?" she asked, almost not daring to believe it.
The doctor chuckled. "Yes, really back. But," he added, with a raised eyebrow, "you remember what we talked about. No unnecessary risks. You’ve worked too hard to push yourself to the breaking point again. Be smart."
Estrina grinned, nodding. "Don’t worry, Doc. I’m a new version of myself now. I won’t be throwing myself around without thinking."
"Good," he replied, patting her on the shoulder. "And for what it’s worth, I think this time off has been good for you. You’re stronger, more resilient. You’re not just healed—you’re better prepared than ever."
Estrina’s trainer, who had been standing by the door, pumped a fist in the air. "That’s what I’m talking about! Welcome back, Starfire."
Estrina hopped down from the exam table, giving the doctor a confident smile. "Thank you, Doc. And don’t worry—I’ll make this comeback count."
With a renewed sense of purpose, she walked out of the clinic, her heart racing. Her trainers had helped her develop a new arsenal, she’d rebuilt her body from the ground up, and now she was ready to bring it all back to the FAWN ring.
The doctor finally straightened up and sighed. "Good news is, it’s not as bad as it could have been. No torn ligament. But you’ve got a pretty bad strain in the tendons. You’re looking at a few weeks off, and you’re definitely going to need some rehab."
ESTRINA STARFIRE
Estrina’s heart sank. "A few weeks?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration. "I can’t afford to be out that long. Sylvia’s already running her mouth about how she ‘broke’ me, and I’ve already missed Mania. The fans are expecting me to come back strong."
The doctor gave her a sympathetic smile. "I get it. But if you don’t take the time to heal, you’re looking at making this a much bigger problem down the road. Trust me, you don’t want that."
Estrina dropped her head, her jaw tight. The thought of missing even a single show was agonizing. She could already picture Sylvia parading around, acting like she’d won their feud for good, capitalizing on Estrina’s absence to push herself even higher.
Her trainer, standing by the door, finally spoke up. "I know it’s not what you want to hear, but this is your shot to reset, Estrina. And honestly, it might be time to rethink how you approach your matches."
Estrina’s brow furrowed, her temper flaring slightly. "Rethink my matches? What’s that supposed to mean?"
"You’ve been going full-throttle for years now," the trainer explained. "High-flying, hard-hitting, always pushing your body to the limit. But that style, especially the way you rely on your knees for those kicks and dives, it’s taking a toll. You don’t have to change who you are, but you need to adapt. You want to keep putting on these show-stopping performances, you’ve got to work smarter, not harder."
Estrina crossed her arms, the idea sinking in, though she wasn’t ready to accept it just yet. "So, what? You’re saying I should stop flying around and start grappling? That’s not me. The fans expect 'The Celestial Stunner' to be fast and explosive."
Her trainer gave her a knowing look. "And you can still be that, but you need to be more selective. You can’t rely on high-risk moves every time you’re out there. You’re fast and you’re smart. Start thinking about mixing in some more strikes, submissions, stuff that’ll take some of the pressure off your knee. You can still be the same Estrina Starfire, but with a little more balance. That’s how you’re gonna stay on top."
Estrina sighed, frustration bubbling under the surface, but she knew they were right. She couldn’t keep fighting the way she had and expect to keep going at this pace. If she didn’t evolve, she wouldn’t last.
"Fine," she said, her voice steady, but determined. "I’ll take the rehab, I’ll work on the adjustments. Sylvia thinks she’s ended me? She’s just given me time to get better in the ring!"
Her trainer smiled. "That’s what I like to hear. You’re not just coming back—you’re coming back stronger. You’re gonna make Sylvia regret putting you on the shelf."
Estrina nodded, already feeling the fire building inside her. As much as she hated the idea of being out of action for a few weeks, she realized that this could be the best thing for her career in the long run. She wasn’t just going to return—she was going to return smarter, stronger, and more dangerous than ever.
Weeks 1-3 that follows...
The sound of weights clanging and the rhythmic thud of heavy bags being struck filled the air in the private gym. Estrina wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stood in the center of the mat, her knee wrapped in a brace to give her added stability. It had been a couple of weeks since the injury, and now the real work had begun—adapting her style while regaining her strength.
“Let’s go, Starfire! Push it!” her weight trainer shouted as she gripped the barbell tightly. Estrina’s muscles trembled under the strain, sweat dripping down her forehead. This was the third set of squats with a heavier load than she was used to, but she knew building her leg strength back was crucial. She pushed up, gritting her teeth as the weights moved steadily upward, then lowered again. Her knee ached slightly, but it was stronger now—just like the rest of her.
With a grunt, she completed the set and racked the bar, catching her breath. "Good work," her trainer said, clapping her on the shoulder. "You’re getting stronger, faster than I expected."
"Not fast enough," Estrina muttered, wiping her brow. She glanced at her reflection in the gym mirror. She looked leaner, her arms and legs more defined from the weight training, but there was still a fire in her eyes. She knew the rest of the FAWN roster wasn’t going to take it easy on her when she returned. They’d be coming for her with everything they had.
Her trainer, a grizzled veteran of the wrestling world, circled her as she caught her breath. "We’ll hit the mats after you catch your breath."
"Alright, Est, you ready for the next round?"
Estrina nodded, her determination shining through her frustration. "Let’s do it."
"Good. Today we’re working on grappling transitions. No more relying on your speed to carry you through. You need to learn how to control the pace, make your opponent fight your match."
Estrina braced herself as her trainer stepped forward, grabbing her around the waist and bringing her down to the mat with a quick sweep. Estrina immediately began to squirm, instinctively trying to use her agility to escape, but the trainer’s hold was firm.
"Slow down," her trainer barked. "You’re not going to be able to wriggle out of every situation. You need to think your way out, not just rely on reflex."
Estrina gritted her teeth but nodded, taking a deep breath. She stopped struggling and, instead, started looking for opportunities. With careful movements, she began shifting her weight, leveraging her lower body to break the hold and flip her trainer onto their back. It wasn’t flashy, but it was effective.
"That’s it," her trainer said, grinning. "Now, instead of rushing back to your feet, stay on the ground and lock me up. Control the fight."
Estrina quickly transitioned, her legs wrapping around her trainer’s waist as she trapped one of their arms in a simple but effective submission hold. It wasn’t the type of move she would’ve used in her previous matches, but it felt powerful in a different way. She could feel the control, the sense that she was dictating the flow of the match rather than reacting to it.
After a moment, her trainer tapped out, and Estrina released the hold, rolling back to her feet. "Not bad," her trainer said, standing up and dusting off their hands. "You’re getting the hang of it. You still want to rush, though. Take your time. The more control you have, the less work you’ll need to do later on."
Estrina nodded, her chest heaving from the exertion. "I get it, but it’s hard. I’m so used to flying around the ring. Slowing down feels... off."
"I know, but this isn’t about losing what makes you ‘The Celestial Stunner.’ This is about adding to it. You’ll still get your high-flying moments, but now, you’ll have another weapon in your arsenal. You’ll be able to take the fight to the mat when you need to, control the pace, and then hit them with the big moves when the time’s right."
Estrina wiped her brow again, nodding in agreement. "Alright, let’s go again."
The next few hours were a mix of grappling drills, submission holds, and transitions. Estrina worked through the frustration of learning something new, but with each session, she felt more comfortable. Her knee was getting stronger too, but she still had to be careful—her coaches made sure of that.
Later in the week, she worked on her striking game with another coach, this one specializing in martial arts. They stood in front of the heavy bag, Estrina throwing calculated kicks and punches while her coach barked out instructions.
"Your strikes need to be precise," the coach said, watching her movements. "You don’t need to be flashy, but every hit should hurt. No wasted motion. Target the ribs, the legs—places that’ll weaken your opponent and make them think twice about rushing you."
Estrina nodded and followed the commands, each kick landing with more force than the last. She could feel the difference in her approach. Before, she might’ve thrown a high-flying kick to dazzle the crowd, but now she was focusing on breaking her opponent down piece by piece.
"You’re getting better," her coach said, handing her a towel after their session. "You’ve got that explosiveness, but now you’re learning how to channel it. It’s going to make you even more dangerous when you get back in the ring."
Estrina smirked, wiping the sweat from her face. "Good. Because when I’m back, I’m taking everyone down!"
Her coaches chuckled, clearly enjoying her confidence, but they knew she had more work to do. Over the next few weeks, the training intensified. Estrina worked on blending her newfound grappling and submission techniques with her signature speed and striking. She knew she’d have to fight smarter, not just harder, and with each day, she felt herself evolving.
Every time she hit the mat, she reminded herself that this setback wasn’t the end—it was just the beginning of a new chapter. When she returned to the ring, she wouldn’t just be "The Celestial Stunner." She’d be a stronger, more dangerous version of herself.
Week 4...
Estrina’s workout regimen had evolved, just like her. No longer focused purely on high-flying moves, her training now encompassed a mix of strength, precision, and control. After a set of squats with heavier weights, she moved seamlessly into a series of kickboxing drills. Each strike was deliberate, each kick packing power as it slammed into the heavy bag.
"Keep it sharp, Estrina!" her coach shouted from the side. "You don’t need to go for speed every time. Focus on precision."
Estrina nodded, adjusting her stance slightly before throwing a swift combination of punches and kicks. The movements were fluid, calculated—she was learning to conserve energy, to hit hard without wasting a single motion. Each punch landed with a satisfying thud, each kick powerful enough to knock an opponent off balance.
The intensity of the kickboxing routine left her breathing hard, but there was no time for a break. Next up was her grappling practice, and she was determined to master this new approach to her wrestling style. On the mats, she squared up with her trainer, her knee brace providing support as they locked up. This was the new Estrina—focused on control, pacing, and wearing down her opponents.
Week 5....
After weeks of grueling training and secret indie matches under a mask, Estrina Starfire’s body had undergone a noticeable transformation. Her once lean and agile frame had become more muscular and defined, a result of the intensive weight training she incorporated to strengthen her body, especially her legs. Her arms were more sculpted, the biceps and triceps visibly toned from countless reps with free weights. Her core, once lithe, was now a solid foundation of strength, showing a faint outline of abs beneath her skin. Her legs, particularly her thighs and calves, had grown stronger, more powerful, the kind of strength that could ground her opponents and keep her steady during submission holds.
Even her stance had changed. She moved with a deliberate calm now, a newfound confidence in her body’s ability to adapt to a more grounded, powerful style of wrestling. The knee that had once been her weakness was now a symbol of resilience, supported by stronger surrounding muscles and years of experience. The knee brace still clung to her right leg, but now it felt like armor rather than a hindrance.
During her rehab, unable to stay away from the ring entirely, Estrina secretly returned to the wrestling world in indie matches. Wearing a mask and using an alias, she tested out her new skills in front of smaller crowds, honing her grappling and submission techniques against lesser-known opponents. The indie circuit was gritty and raw, but it gave her the chance to experiment with her new style without the pressure of the FAWN audience.
These secret matches had helped her stay sharp and, most importantly, gauge how her body responded under the stress of competition. It was in these matches that she learned to blend her old style with her new one—keeping the explosiveness for key moments while dominating with strikes and holds. The masked persona allowed her to fight without judgment, without expectation, and it paid off.
Even with the physical transformation, Estrina maintained her signature nimbleness and agility. While her body had grown more muscular and defined, she had worked hard to ensure that her newfound strength didn’t come at the expense of the quickness that had made her a star. Her footwork remained as light as ever, allowing her to dart around the ring with precision. Her core, now stronger, gave her better control and balance, making her movements even more fluid.
In her secret indie matches, wearing the mask had freed her to explore this balance between power and agility. She still executed the high-flying moves that brought fans to their feet—springboard attacks, evasive maneuvers, and quick strikes—but now, she had the added ability to ground her opponents when needed. She could transition from a lightning-fast dropkick to locking in a submission, using her newfound strength to hold her opponents in place while her agility kept her unpredictable.
Week 8...
Estrina sat on the exam table once again, tapping her fingers on her thigh as the doctor examined her knee one last time. She held her breath, watching his every move, waiting for the final verdict. Weeks of intense rehab, secret indie matches, and endless hours in the gym had brought her to this moment.
Finally, the doctor straightened up, a small smile on his face. "Well, Estrina," he said, taking off his gloves, "you’re cleared. The knee’s fully healed, and I’ve got no concerns. You’re good to get back in the ring."
Estrina’s eyes lit up. She felt the relief and excitement bubbling up inside her. "So, I’m really back?" she asked, almost not daring to believe it.
The doctor chuckled. "Yes, really back. But," he added, with a raised eyebrow, "you remember what we talked about. No unnecessary risks. You’ve worked too hard to push yourself to the breaking point again. Be smart."
Estrina grinned, nodding. "Don’t worry, Doc. I’m a new version of myself now. I won’t be throwing myself around without thinking."
"Good," he replied, patting her on the shoulder. "And for what it’s worth, I think this time off has been good for you. You’re stronger, more resilient. You’re not just healed—you’re better prepared than ever."
Estrina’s trainer, who had been standing by the door, pumped a fist in the air. "That’s what I’m talking about! Welcome back, Starfire."
Estrina hopped down from the exam table, giving the doctor a confident smile. "Thank you, Doc. And don’t worry—I’ll make this comeback count."
With a renewed sense of purpose, she walked out of the clinic, her heart racing. Her trainers had helped her develop a new arsenal, she’d rebuilt her body from the ground up, and now she was ready to bring it all back to the FAWN ring.