Picking up the Pieces - Old Problems - Part 1 of 3.

by **Uprising** May 15th 2013, 1:30 am

PICKING UP THE PIECES
OLD PROBLEMS
PART 1 of 3

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NEW PROBLEMS
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Mercer Snow was working in the gym in his hometown of Augusta, Maine. He had just gotten his next match from Joshua against Union Kane. He was doing some sit ups, getting ready for his sparring partner to arrive and get ready to throw a few rounds in the ring.

Sixty Two… Sixty Three…

His relationship with Joshua Michaels was odd. Joshua was his new manager. And he knew how it was in professional wrestling, once you got a manager, you became a douchebag heel and your manager made you an even BIGGER douchebag. But Joshua wasn’t like that. He was a good guy. He didn’t make it a big deal that he was managing Mercer Snow either, he kept it quiet, as to allow him to do what he needs to.

Sixty Nine… Seventy…

When they started working together, they made it clear why they were working together and what goal they were working toward. They were not attempting to change Mercer into a heel, he was not going to become a lap dog, he was going to keep doing what he’s doing, with the help of Joshua. They are going to take down the Reign of Chaos together. It’s not going to be easy and it will sure as hell be a long road. But they will make it happen, nonetheless.

Seventy Nine… Eighty…

Jessica’s and his relationship has deteriorated since their last talk. They thought that they would be together forever, but honestly, they were never meant to get married and have kids. They were still together, still living together, but now it was in separate beds, in separate rooms, and they haven’t even touched in at least a week.

Eighty Nine… Ninety…

The stress of his loss against Warren Bates has gotten to him. He told himself that he had to win that match the night before. But Warren won two times by cheating. Mercer would never pull that fucking shit. Never. The stress has caused him to fight with Jessica, to ignore his family. Even his sister, who has a serious case of ADHD, hasn’t been able to get ahold of him for weeks.

Ninety Eight… Ninety Nine…

Jacob:
Hey, get up man. We got work to do!

Jacob patted his shoulder a couple times as he got up to do his ninety-ninth sit up of the gym session. He sighed and smirked at his trainer, who walked over to get his sparring kit on. He couldn’t completely beat Warren. He couldn’t keep up a relationship all the way through. He can’t even complete a set of fucking push ups. Mercer got to his feet, put on his sparring helmet and his padded gloves, and slid into the ring, where his trainer, Jacob, was already throwing several punches and knees into the air.

Jacob:
You ready, Snow? We ain’t got all day.

Mercer:
Last time I checked, I was paying you for a full day in the gym.

Jacob:
Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Mercer chuckled. He got to his feet and headed into the corner, shaking out his limbs to get a bit limber before the match started. He punched the air several times and then his trainer signaled for the sparring match to start.

Man:
Ready boys? Spar!

Mercer and Jacob walked forward, both holding their fists up. Mercer immediately went on the aggressive, throwing several hard hooks towards his face. Jacob immediately sees this coming and blocks the punches and kicks at his calves, landing both strikes.

Mercer:
Gnh…

Mercer and Jacob continue the light battle until a person walks into the gym. It’s Chael Sonnen, one of the top UFC fighters and former rival of Mercer Snow during his years in UFC fighting.
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THE PROBLEM.
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Chael Sonnen:
Well. Seems like Snow White has dropped down a tier, huh?

Mercer immediately stops the spar and turns to look at Chael who is taking off his jacket and putting down his duffle bag. Mercer leans on the top rope of the ring, crossing his arms.

Mercer:
Chael. You really fly all the way here just to see me?

Jacob smirks along with Mercer.

Mercer:
Someone have a little crush?

Chael frowns as he gets his padded gloves on and looks toward Mercer. He spits on the ground.

Chael Sonnen:
Heard you got your ass beat by that punk Warren Bates.

Mercer:
Hey, heard you tapped out to Silva recently. Tough break.

Chael points at Mercer.

Chael Sonnen:
Well fine then. You know what I’m here for. You and me, boy. One on one.

Mercer turns back to his trainer who nods. He pushes off the rope and shrugs.

Mercer:
If you haven’t gotten too soft over the years, I guess we can throw a few swings, Sonnen.

Chael nods, his tongue sticking into the side of his mouth. He takes off his shirt and steps into the ring, but Mercer doesn’t bother with taking off his tank top. The two get into their respective corners and Jacob motions them to come toward.

Jacob:
All right boys. I want this to be a good, clean fight. No knees or elbows on the ground, but grapples and submission holds are allowed. Touch gloves and head back to your corner.

Mercer puts his glove-covered fists out, but Chael smacks them down with his. The two back up into their corners and Jacob signals for the guy on the side to ring the bell.

DING DING!

Mercer and Chael walk into the middle of the ring and immediately begin to throw punch after punch at each other. A small crowd of the other people in the gym surrounds the ring.

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THE SOLUTION.
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Thump thump thump!

Chael Sonnen throws small right hooks and jabs repeatedly, desperately trying to get through Mercer’s guard, trying to go with Jacob’s strategy by kicking him in the calves, but it fails miserably, as Mercer parries the attacks, takes two more punches to his guard, and then throws two hard punches, one in the chest and the head.

Man:
Ooo…

Chael throws two blocked punches and then tries to kick Mercer away from him twice, but Mercer grabs the leg of the second kick in between his arm and side, throwing a very hard right hand punch into his face, knocking him to the ground.

Jacob:
Nice hit, Mercer! That’s right, pounce on him now! Take him down on the ground!

Mercer jumps onto Chael, throwing two immediate punches onto him, but he is then kicked off as Chael tries to get to his feet and rolls over onto his knees. But again, this is futile, as Mercer pounces right back on and starts throwing large, swinging punches into his head, as Chael tries to defend himself.

Jacob:
That’s right! Almost there!

However, Chael fights it out to his feet, trying to throw a right hook, but Mercer ducks under, grabs Chael around the waist and lifts him up into the air and uses one arm to slam him back down, in a One-Arm-Slam-German Suplex.

Jacob:
Oh! Shit!

Chael jumps to his feet and so does Mercer. Mercer makes a break for the turnbuckle, with Chael chasing him, but Chael is stopped cold when Mercer leaps onto the turnbuckle with one foot and

Again, Chael fights to his feet, but is only barraged with more punches by Mercer. Alternating from body to head. Boom boom boom.

Jacob:
That’s right! You got him in a corner!

Mercer continues to throw punches before striking him with a hard hook, causing him to fall down into him. Mercer grabs the back of his head and puts him into a Muay Thai clinch as he throws several strong knees into his chest, collar, and face. Eventually, he lets go of Chael and throws one of his finishers, the Ice Breaker, straight up into his face, knocking him into the turnbuckle. As Chael tries to bring himself back to his feet, he throws the Ice Man’s Hand straight into his jaw, knocking him to the floor.

Jacob:
Woo!

The whole gym gives him a clap and a small cheer as he walks back into his corner, looking to take a sip from his water bottle. But as he does, he looks back to see Chael groggily trying to get to his feet. He crouches down in his corner, his hands on his knees.

Mercer:
Come on!

Chael gets to his feet, turns around, and watches as Mercer breaks into a full on sprint and spears Chael to the ground, instantly knocking him out. Mercer gets to his knees after spearing him, his hands on his hips.

Mercer:
Ptew!

Mercer spits on Chael and gets to his feet, the whole gym he represents giving him a nice and long cheer.

Mercer:
Who the fuck’s Snow White now, princess? Waiting for your prince charming to give you a kiss to wake up? Not fucking happening.

Mercer walks back to his corner and chuckles as he grabs his water bottle and takes a sip. Jacob walks over to Mercer while the crowd still cheers.

Jacob:
That kick and Spear you did? We gotta make those into your moves. YOUR moves.

Mercer smirks.

End of Part 1…