Treena Nakizawa, Jenna Nadasi and Megan McKenzie are my OCs
Shaia Hishazaki belongs to SNK/ADK
Treena opens her eyes after another long nap. Today was day 3 at the local medical facility, not too far from the gym where she had her fateful match against Jenna Nadasi. Her eyes still had bruising, but at least she can fully open them now with little to no pain. She was happy to learn that despite taking the beating of a lifetime, there was no permanent damage. She was mostly worried about her leg, as knee injuries usually take months to recover, but the doctors examined and found no damage in her kneecap or any tendons surrounding it. The damage to her face was probably the worst. The laceration on her eyebrow needed 8 stitches, and she suffered a broken jaw. The good news was she needed no surgery or wiring, so she was looking at a 6 week recovery at most.
All in all, she was looking at another day or so before being discharged, and in less than 2 months, she would be back in the gym training. The post-fight recovery faculty was a pretty good perk. The equipment and staff were all top notch. It was the kind of perk that you wanted to avoid though…generally if you end up here, it means you got your ass kicked.
Megan visited Treena the evening prior to check on her and make sure she was okay. They had a good conversation, where Megan told her that Shaia’s information meant to lead her to Jenna due to her syndicate background but she ran into Treena instead. Treena was glad Shaia ran into her though, as Jenna would have probably killed her on the spot. Megan did one final check on Treena before leaving her, knowing fully well that Treena will return even stronger than before.
Megan’s visit was nice, and was probably her biggest distraction from thinking of how things unfolded on that fateful night. All she could think about was Jenna, and how Jenna made an example out of her. That being said, she was not mad at Jenna, not at all actually. She knew they both signed up for the same exact goal, and that was to put LEFA on the map, and this was the way Jenna knew how. They agreed on the rules, and Treena would have done the same had she won.
As painful as they were, Treena mustered up enough courage to watch the replays on her phone. Watching herself getting desecrated was the easiest part for her, but realizing how vulnerable she was against Jenna is what hurt her the most. There were huge holes in her game. She had no answer for Jenna’s dirty boxing. She was especially upset for being baited into targeting Jenna’s ribs, falling right into her trap. She watched the rest of the fight, including the post fight humiliation, and remembered the feeling of being plastered all over Jenna’s magnificent rack and womanhood. It looked much more violent on camera than it felt. She was impressed at how well Jenna could put on a show, and she was almost glad that Jenna is touted as the face of LEFA. She deserved it. Jenna’s words at the time were scathing, but listening to them again, especially the post fight interview….she gave a lot of praise and props to Treena, something she didn’t have to do.
Treena’s solitary state was interrupted as there was a soft rap on her door. She thought it was one of the nurses coming to bring her food, but instead, in came none other than Jenna! Treena choked a bit and felt an overwhelming sense of confusion. Was she surprised? Was she happy? Was she scared? All 3 moods were perfectly justified considering the girl standing before her was the girl who got her in this predicament just 72 hours prior.
“Hey Treena.” She said with a soft smile. “How are you holding up girl?” Treena couldn’t get her eyes off of Jenna. She was holding in her hands a gift basket full of goodies and deluxe European confectionery, as well as a bouquet of flowers. She was wearing a black flowy dress, which still somehow revealed her perfect physique. Decked out with make-up and jewellery, she looked like she was going for a night on the town, ready to walk into any establishment, and have all the patrons eat out of her palm. She was absolutely perfect.
“I’m getting there.” Treena responded. “Doctors are pleased with my recovery and said that I’ll be back in the gym in less than 2 months.”
“Girl, that’s great news.” Jenna said. “Doctors can only do so much, but the real recovery comes from you, and that timeline only confirms to me how much of a tough S.O.B. you are.” She sets down the gift basked and flowers on the table next to Treena’s head.
Treena blushed. “Thank you.” She whispered. There was no malice in her tone, and she could hear the genuine happiness from Jenna.
“Listen, when you’re out and ready to start hitting the bags, give me a ring, okay? Forget about what happened 3 days ago. I consider you my equal, and I want to see you grow, just like the other girls do. But you gotta promise me one thing, okay? Promise me that you will be back for me. I want to see that hunger in your eyes. I still think if you reach your potential, you’ll have a much better chance. I won’t make it easy, but that’s exactly why we’re in LEFA. Can you promise me that, Treena?”
“I will.” Treena said. “I promise.”
“Until then, I will keep taking names. I will continue making a name for myself, and continue brandishing LEFA that we are the best fighters that anyone has ever seen. I won’t stop improving, so you have to keep up.” She paused and smiled. “Goodbye Treena, and god speed with your recovery.” She leaned over and kissed Treena gently, but passionately on her swollen lips, before making her way out of the room.
Treena heard Jenna’s heels clacking as she moved further away down the hall. Man she smelled great, she thought. This girl was really the total package, and acted as the locker room leader even when she didn’t have to. But she was right. In this two months, Jenna will be even more dangerous than ever. And with an open offer to train with her…Treena was sure that Jenna would be happy to teach her tactics she would not have known prior. This meeting gave Treena an unusual sense of closure. With a new sense of invigoration, Treena would spend the rest of her time in the hospital with a peace of mind, and would begin her road to recovery with a refreshed sense of direction.
The End