#ivan drago fan fiction

[moonpiemoonshine]

The nurse of my dreams pt.2

(A Ivan Drago fanfic)

The door opens but no one is there. The faint sounds of Ivan walking away from the door being heard. Zelia let’s yourself in and follows Ivan. Confused and slightly flustered. She sees him in a white tank top and black sweat pants.

“Why- Why did you call me here? How did you know I was in Russia?” The woman asks starting in English and then finishing in Russian. The room she’s in is very big, Ivan finally looks back at her when he sits himself in a fancy red chair by a desk. It’s faces out and Ivan stretches his legs out, extending them.

“Where Rocky goes, you follow” Ivan states bluntly, Zelia a little offended by his comment, but he continues “You his doctor?”he asks cocking a brow seeming like his interviewing him.

“No, he just wanted me to be here to support him” Zelia explained feeling weird. “Why did you call me here?” She asks tired of waiting for answers.

“I want an outsider view of my ankle, it’s been irritating and I want you to check it out” Ivan answered still in a stoic manner.

“Really? Don’t you more qualified doctors than me?” Zelia asked coming closer to Ivan insecurity faintly in her tone.

“Like I said I wanted an outsiders help, a different set of eyes. Ones that won’t give the same routine every single day. Ones that treat me like a machine” he says locking eyes with the girl. Her face flushed and thinks back to the comment she made last time she’d talked to the man last.

“Well lemme check it out, which ankle?” Zelia rolled up her sleeves and squatted down. He didn’t reply he lightly raised his right ankle and Zelia took it in her hands.

She lightly holds it and rubs it down. It’s tense and lightly swollen, he hasn’t given it the proper care and needs relax his joint. She gets up and goes to the bathroom and grabs a small hand towel and then she heads to his fridge and grabs a thing of ice and she goes back to Ivan and she places the towel on his ankle and puts the ice in the towel and holds it there for a moment then presses hard and only a tense ness in Ivan’s leg is his reaction. Soon she breaks the ice against the ankle and she cleans up the water that dropped from from the ice with the towel. Standing up she dried off her hands with the lightly damp towel. A small shocked look plastered in Ivan’s face.

“How, what did you do. It feels like it never hurt to begin with” Ivan asks surprised.

“It’s a trick that helps stop the swelling in a instant, the slight swell made it to we’re your ankle sore and in pain. Just ice it every morning and it’ll be gone in two three days, even if you train on it” Zelia states and a nice smile goes on Ivan’s face and the muscular man gets up and stands close to her.

“Are you scared of me?” Ivan asks looking down at her, the question being a serious one but his cocky smile says otherwise.

“No, just confused” Zelia answers, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones “why me?”

“You treated me like a human, even with your little comment” he stated with a small smirk at the end of his comment. Embarrassment hit Zelia and she looked away from the blonde.

“I’m sorry, it was inappropriate of me to say to you “ she was ready to leave, wanting to crawl in a hole and die just because of this man. She wasn’t expecting Ivan to turn her face towards him and hold it to face him.

“Don’t apologize, I didn’t mind the complement” he finally let his cocky smile take full force and he said this words slow and sensual. Zelia not taking notice of his face slowly coming slower to hers until she finally comprehended that he had his lips on her hers.

Zelia took a second but then kissed back, not really knowing what or how ti feel. His big arms wrap around her hips and she shakily put her hands on his shoulders. The kiss was sweet and long. Zelia was running out of air so she pulled away, pink dust staining her cheeks.

“I- I dunno what to say” she said breathless in English. A smile creeps in her lips while she looks up at him and he smiles in return.

“Then don’t say anything” he responds his Russian accent being very present. Before she could respond his lips are quickly back on hers more rough and passionate. He holds her closer and she wraps her arms around his neck.

The two share their kisses for a while. After but she looks out the window and remembered how late it was. She sadly broke the kiss and pushed off of him.

“It’s late I have to go” Zelia said slightly breathless and sadness lightly in her tone.

“Stay,” he says almost desperately, his English response surprising her a little.

“I can’t, work demands me up at busy all day tomorrow” she explained gaining her composure. Slowly starting to head to the door. Before she could reach it Ivan grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Come back tomorrow” he asks but seems more like a plea.

“I will” she answers and leaves a small chased kiss on his lips and leaves the hotel.

Zelia could barley wrap her head around anything anymore. She’s jam packed with old reports to fill out in the day, going to see rocky and make sure he’s okay and then also now spending late hours of the night at Dragos. They spend the first couple nights just kissing and only being with each other for two hours but this night it was late, Ivan wasn’t having Zelia leave this time.

“It’s late, don’t go” Ivan said locking Zelia in a hug from behind. He could tell Zelia was tired and staying late with him isn’t doing no favors for her. “Stay the night, please”

Zelia thought it over and relaxed into his arms and didn’t even get to say anything and Ivan picked up the girl like it was nothing. Surprised giggles left Zelia as he carried her through the hotel room. He dropped her onto the bed and get up right next to her. The two held eye contact facing each other in silence.

“What do you see in me?” Zelia whispered under her breath lightly grazing her nails over his broad face.

“You’re the nurse of the dreams” Ivan said and a gentle smile infected the two lovers. They shared a gentle kiss and Ivan pulled her in close to him.

They made a new routine, Zelia would come over for the night. They’d stay up talking or cuddling. They’d sleep and Zelia would wake herself up early early in the morning and leave to her hotel. Certain nights the talks would jsut be of small things like the weather they’d most enjoy to have year round or animals they could dream of seeing. Some were intimate of telling each other of their family and interest. This one night was one of them. Ivan was sitting up against the bed rest and had his arm over her shoulder and she was cuddled up into his sides.

“I was an ice skater before I became a doctor. I dreamed of being a world renowned figure skater, everyone having all eyes on me and Al of my grace. I was good too, I won all my high school competitions I wanted to go pro so badly.” Zelia said drawing shapes on his chest.

“How’d you go from ice skating to putting ice on big boxers?” The man asked slightly looking down at her.

“My parents are big time doctors. They wanted me to be outside the hospital bed, not in the bed. So I switched careers” Zelia explained nonchalantly. 

“You should show me your moves some time” Ivan said and this made Zelia feel soft inside knowing maybe someone can care about her lost talent.

“I’ll try” she says craning her head towards him.

A soft kiss is shared and the couple shared the rest of the night together. They get super close in this span of time. Ivan wanting to have her with him more and more but Zelia can’t. She doesn’t wanna get wrapped up in the confusion it might bring to her career and to her friendship with Rocky. One day Zelia went to check on Rocky but he was on a run so she decided to wait in the cabin for him. Her mood shifts from boredom to annoyance when she hears Paulie enter the room.

“Your sticking up this place, get your dumbass out of here” he slurred, and Zelia just wanted Rocky to come in and save her.

“I’m just making the routine check in with Rocky. I’ll be out of here once he gives me the rundown” She rolled her eyes and hopes he is content with her answer.

“Who do you think you are. Flaunting around acting all high and mighty!” He storms over to her, scaring her out of her seat “I don’t want you around Rocky! It’s your fault Apollo died and now you’re gonna kill Rocky!” He yells and grabs her by the collar and pushes her against the wall harshly.

“Don’t blame me for that you little shit!” Zelia said trying to get him off of her.

“I don’t wanna see your face around here again!” He yells and pushes her into a lamp. The glass breaking on her and cutting her arm and the force forming a bruise on the side of her face. Zelia without saying anything leaves and speeds off. Passing Rocky in the process.

When she gets to her room she cleans up her cuts and wipes it down. She thinks about not seeing Ivan but she doesn’t exactly know a good excuse that he wouldn’t be able to talk her out of skipping. She heads over to Ivan’s hotel but tried to hide her bruise behind her hair. Hoping it keep the visit simple and sweet.

“Hey Ze- wait.” Ivan said seeing her hiding her face “I thought we were past the all the formalities” he smirks and tries to put her hair behind her ear but she shifts her face away form his. This confused Ivan and he holds her still with his hand and with his free hand to move her hair. When he sees the bruise his face changes from flirty to serious. “What happened!?” He asked seriously and sternly.

“Ugh some guy named Paulie. He hates my guts and is a drunken bastard. I swear it’s nothing” She says trying to reassure him.

“This the same guy who bothered you at my last fight” Ivan asks but all Zelia wants to do is drop the subject.

“Yes, doesn’t matter. I never see him outside of work with Rocky. So please… drop it” Zelia pleaded with him holding his face in her hands. A frustrated sigh leaves Ivan but he agrees.

The next day Zelia just calls Rocky and makes up some lie about why she couldn’t make it the earlier day and this day. She skipped work and goes walking around and shops through the cold streets of Russia. While shopping she spots a huge athletic gym and in one of the windows there is an ice rink. Getting excited she sprints back to the hotel room and puts on some spandex and a comfy lose sweat shirt. She puts some sweats and a jacket on and heads straight to the rink.

She spends almost a whole day at the rink, not doing anything special just going around and around. She does some tricks here and there, but overall just enjoys the ice and the classical music the speakers where playing. Zelia was so zoned in her happy place she didn’t hear the uproar of paparazzi focusing on something else in the gym. After she became too sore to enjoy the ice she left. She went to her hotel room and changed and then headed to Ivan’s room. When she entered the room he was hiding behind a corner and came out and surprised her. Picking her up sideways and spun her around the room.

“How’s my little ice dancer!” He jokes and chuckles at her surprised laugh.

“How do you know about that!?” She asked kinda shocked.

“Your little rink was in my gym. I needed to watch you even for a little bit” he says putting her down and loving looking into her eyes.

“Awh well I’m glad you got to see it first hand” she smiled and gave him a kiss.

Zelia knew this wouldn’t last forever. She jsut needed to tough out through the fights and go back to Russia and work out the kinks in their relationship. Three days before the big fight Zelia Received a phone call from her boss.

“How could you not tell me you’re in Russia!” Her boss yells through the phone “You know what this looks like! If you’re seen even for a moment on TV you’re gonna be accused of illegally interfering with Rocky’s fight. It’ll be seen as you’re his extra help and it will be an unfair advantage. Rocky’s fight will be forfeited and you’ll lose your job!” The boss yells and guilt and panic takes over Zelia.

“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do?” Zelia yells in panic.

“Yes I got a job on standby and if you come back before the fight you’ll  keep your job and this hiccup will be gone. Can you do that?” The question is clear but Zelia was so panicked she quickly agreed.

With shaky hands she packs her things and gets ready to leave. She calls Rocky and tells him of her predicament and he understands. With that out of the way she pays for her room and goes down to her car. She drives towards the airport but wants to say goodbye to Ivan. She heads to his room and frantically knocks. He opened the door and is worried.

“I have to leave. My job is in jeopardy and the fight is in Jeopardy for Rocky” She explained fast and tears pricked her eyes. “I want to stay but I just can’t. I need to keep the fight fair. I promise. I promise on all that’s good I will come back after the fight”

“I need you. Please don’t go” Ivan begs holding her.

“Ivan I swear I’ll be back. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me” tears flow down her cheeks.

“Please come back to me” Ivan says giving her a kiss. He makes it last not wanting to let her go.

“I promise” she says when the kisses break. She leaves the room and cry’s while driving. When she arrives at the airport she just wants to cry but can’t. She goes back home. Tired from the flight and passes out when she goes home. The empty and cold bed making it a sad feeling to sleep. Feeling more alone than ever.

(Stay tuned for part 3😌)

#Rocky #Ivan Drago #Ivan Drago fan fiction #Dolph Lundgren

[vintagegeekculture]

Xicor: the Character Who Didn’t Exist (A Tale of the 90s Internet)

The most important and influential Dragon Ball Z character in recent times is a guy who never existed at all, and was created entirely by Western fans playing a garbled game of telephone in the early internet, where lies and insane rumors could flourish unquestioned. In 1999, everyone had “a friend in Japan” who told them the next great Dragon Ball villain in the upcoming series was going to be a silent, intimidating Ivan Drago-like albino bruiser named Xicor, who is half-Saiyan and half-god.

There is some precedent for this. In the 14th Century, a forged letter spread among the people of Europe. A powerful Asian Christian king, Prester John, who lived beyond the domain of the Turks, offered to aid the Christians of Europe against the Muslims. There obviously was no Prester John, he was a fictional person from a fictional country (and skeptical people probably should have guessed that from the fact his letter mentioned he owned a griffin and the Fountain of Youth), but the search for Prester John changed real world history, even though this guy never existed. If you like this story, read Umberto Eco’s Baudolino, my favorite novel about the beginning of the Renaissance. 

To understand where Xicor came from, you have to understand that, in 1999, the great currency of the internet were lies and tall tales about fannish entertainment. Every single website had a “News and Rumors” section that passed on absolute unverified lies that were sometimes pulled from thin air or made up on the spot. There were no official sites releasing news and casting on new release movies and television at all. You often only knew a show existed when you saw a trailer or, at best, if it got a prerelease pictorial in Starlog magazine. And because sites were in competition, a weird unsubstantiated rumor posted in one place was quickly posted everywhere else in no time flat.

To be clear, we were not that stupid. We absolutely took all of this with a grain of salt and an eyeroll. When a Nintendo fan site mentioned someone’s story about how they found a way to play as Luigi in Super Mario 64, the reaction by most was to roll their eyes. Nevertheless, we kept on reading the News and Rumors, because sometimes, once in a blue moon, something would turn out to be true. It was kind of like the technique of cold reading in that people remember the one time someone got a real scoop, and ignored the 12 times they passed on weird, false rumors, like the idea that Episode I was going to have an R-rated version when it was released on home video (I don’t have time to go into it, but ask any Star Wars fan around in the run up to the prequels who SuperShadow is).

In 1999, Dragon Ball was the biggest anime fandom and it wasn’t even particularly close, but the trouble is, the show finished in 1997 and there was no indication more was coming. It’s not clear and probably never will be who started it, but there were rumors that, in Japan, there was a new sequel to Dragon Ball called Dragon Ball AF (After Future). Since then, “AF” is hip slang meaning “extremely” (as in “Frank is strong af”) but nobody used AF that way in 1999, making this extra-funny with the passage of time. A single piece of fan art showing an evil albino Saiyan in Super-Saiyan 4 (his albinism showed this was Xicor, not Goku in some new transformation as was sometimes believed) was passed around as “proof” this series was coming. Nowadays, we know this is just fan art. But the fact that this fan art has an albino Saiyan foe and has the title Dragon Ball AF, tells us that the rumors existed first and this fan art was made later, and in a weird cycle, the fan art was later used as evidence of the rumors, and so on.

These rumors got crazier and crazier because there was no official denial of any of this, because nobody was really on the internet, nobody official kept tabs on fan communities. In 1999, the only people on the internet were nerds talking about Star Trek and anime.

The interesting thing about Dragon Ball AF is that the rumors stayed pretty consistent on what the storyline was going to be. In other words, everyone hallucinated the exact same fake show into existence. I guess everyone had the same “friend in Japan.” The opening of the series was always described like so. Years after GT, a pair of pods arrive on earth, and two beings emerge: one, a beautiful albino woman, and the other is a massive, intimidating silent albino bruiser named Xicor. The woman, we discover is a former Kai, and Xicor’s mother, who works as the brain to Xicor’s muscle.

Now we start to understand exactly who Xicor is. He’s a secret son of Goku and the Western Kai (who faked her own death), making him half Kai and half Saiyan, or a Super Saiyan God. He’s essentially Sloth from the Goonies, in that he is a massively powerful, mostly nonverbal, monstrous and deformed third son, commanded by an evil mother (Mama Fratelli), who can throw everyone around easily when he really gets mad. Goku’s two earlier kids are kind of like the two less effective, squabbling Fratelli kids, I suppose.  Instead of tearing off his shirt to become Superman when enraged, Xicor became an albino Super Saiyan 4.

If you’re a long-time DBZ fan, you’ve seen the DB AF hoax image of Xicor so many times that it probably makes you pissed to see it now. Every 5 years, a rumor starts up that someone is going to do Dragon Ball AF “for real” this time, and it’s wrong every time…or is it?

This should be where the story ends, right? A crazy rumor from the wild west days of the fan internet created by wishful thinking.  Alone, it would just be a story about how crazy the 90s internet was. But here’s the thing: the story didn’t end here, because that’s the thing about rumors. People wanted Dragon Ball AF to be real so badly they created dozens of fan comics about it. And because there were all these rumors that were weirdly consistent, a true oral tradition right out of pre-writing cultures (or like those filthy rhymes we all learned at summer camp that have no point of origin, like “I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I live in a garbage can”), the details of Xicor (albino, red eyes, wears green and shoots green lasers, silent, half god, Goku’s third superpowerful evil son, bossed around by an evil mother) stayed the same. 

The story of Xicor didn’t end here, because a funny thing happened; the guys who were big fans in the 90s started to run the asylum. That is, fans started to be put in charge of Dragon Ball Z. One person who made DB AF fan comics (and the idea of a “fan comic” of which there is no original is very funny to me) was Toyotarou, a fan comic artist. He was asked to do creative for the video game Dragon Ball Xenoverse. And…who were the villains of Dragon Ball Xenoverse? Mira and Towa, a mother-son pair of evildoers where the mother is the brains, and the son is a silent Ivan Drago-like bruiser who was pure intimidation.

The following is a fan comic done in 2000 by Toyotaro,  the guy literally making Dragon Ball Super now:

By the way, in case you’re not convinced Mira and Towa were inspired by Xicor, here’s a look at Mira’s final, albino and beastlike form in Xenoverse 2: 

It gets better. Traces of Xicor, a character who never existed in canon, are everywhere all over the DBZ revival, Dragon Ball Super, which is essentially a canon Dragon Ball AF. It’s as if fan desire wished the series into existence.  When I first heard the title, Dragon Ball Super: Battle of the Gods, my immediate assumption was that they were making Xicor canon and the villain (side note, but my initial reaction on hearing the premise of Star Trek Nemesis back in the day is that Tasha’s daughter Sela was going to be the villain). And he wasn’t, but they canonized the existence of Super Saiyan God. In other words, the instant fans got the keys to canon, they made Xicor real. 

It gets better. In a later DBS arc, there is a villain who is made from both Goku and a Kai, Goku Black, who is tremendously powerful for that reason. I guess the reason they went with Black is because Goku White would have suggested Xicor a bit too much! (Also, I wonder if the humorous viral clip would have been funnier....or less funny....if they said “don’t shoot, he’s not white!”) Personally, I think Goku Black would  have been more intimidating if he didn’t speak, like the taciturn and laconic Xicor. 

Interestingly, all this is a case of everything coming full circle. As I’ve written before, Dragon Ball was inspired by Chinese martial arts novels and shows, and the most popular martial arts series from China in Japan the year Dragon Ball was created was Bastard Swordsman, which inspired the Super-Saiyan transformation...except it turns you albino-white.

I’m not sure how to end this neatly except to bring up one thing: remember when I said the most annoying and persistent 90s internet rumor was that Luigi was somehow in Super Mario 64? Well...astoundingly, last year, a dump of Nintendo files leaked, revealing that Luigi was designed for Super Mario 64 all along. Xicor became real in every way but name, and Luigi was in SM64. Even SuperShadow’s insane prediction about Star Wars sequels came true. It’s like...the 90s internet rumors were right about everything, you just had to wait a couple decades. 

#dragon ball z #90s #internet history #90s nostalgia

[fanfictionlive]

New FanFiction mystery podcast

Disclaimer, grevious plug alert I helped make this show* But hoping FanFiction redditers might be into it, we made a podcast true crime series about fan fiction. Instead of a murdered woman, the mystery is why anyone would write a whole novel about Ivan Drago, the bad guy from Rocky IV? Two Australian comedians try and track the writer down...https://www.abc.net.au/radio/programs/finding-drago/

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#fan fiction #writing #fanfiction #tv show #series #movie #fan #write

[katepapenberg]

Flash Fiction From a Flat-Chested Broad:  Chops.

Yegor’d finally made it.

He knew this because he drove an all while Range Rover just like the Kardashians did on American television.  He also had a hot wife from Thailand.  He knew this because his Russian boxer buddies wanted to bang her and told him as much.  She was also a perfect accessory in his Range Rover, which also had an all white interior.

This was important because he had to let everyone know his dog, Chops, was allowed to ride in the car.  In the bucket seats.  In the front seat.  No blankets or anything.  Yegor had to tell everyone because the ‘Rover always remained extremely clean and this only boosted his prestige because it indicated that he as able to afford detailing both the interior and the exterior of the car.

Very important.  Very.

It would be several years, of course, until he learned the truth.

The truth being that Las Vegas was worse than a WAG.  She had tired of her many lovers:  the big-ticket boxer from Eastern Europe, the promoters from New York, the arenas named after emperors and lions, the TV deals with HBO, and the legions of fans that no longer seemed to exist.  

She instead directed her focus and attention and nails and high-gloss sheen and platinum blonde roots, that Yegor’d already paid for, fool that he was, and whored herself out on his time and on his dime to the mixed martial artists with their Latin names and tattoos and long trunks and new legions of fans with money to spend and PPV subscriptions to burn and on and on.

The truth also included the fact that he was never really very good.  His coach told him so.  He just had the right look and name and that fit with the East versus the West and Rocky and Ivan.  Drago.

Yegor’d known that the inevitable would eventually happen, but he’d also allowed himself to not think about it because what could would that’ve done?

The truth was much worse than that, though.  The fall much harder.

The truth was that coke was very expensive.  Yegor’d elected to ignore this hard fact of life as well.  Coke was also very bad and made Yegor mad and not himself.

How else could Yegor’ve explained away his knowing that his Thai lady-wife began life as a Thai ladyboy or that he sold off everything he’d ever won for a few kilos of coke?

The worst, the absolute worst, however, was when he sold off Chops for those final grams.

He was alone now.  Denial being what it was:

the ultimate drug.

#boxing #extreme sports #sports #sportlife #thewritelife #writemore #writer #writing #FREELANCE #freelanceperks

[jodyedgarus]

3 Things That Could Decide The Second Alvarez-Golovkin Fight

Almost exactly one year after they fought to a controversial draw — prompting a near-aneurysm from ESPN’s Teddy Atlas — Saul “Canelo” Alvarez and Gennady Gennadyevich Golovkin will meet once again in Las Vegas at T-Mobile Arena in a middleweight world title rematch. Alvarez-Golovkin has been the best pure bout that contemporary boxing has produced in essentially three years, so it’s perhaps no surprise that a slab of contaminated meat couldn’t delay its second installment for more than six months.

Boxing’s ecosystem subsists on manufactured hatred and braggadocio. Both are far more evident this time around, the mutual respect of their first fight a distant memory. The animosity has risen steadily between the two world champions raised thousands of miles apart: Alvarez grew up hawking ice cream on the streets of Juanacatlan, Mexico, while Golovkin was forced at a young age to fight grown men in Karaganda, Kazakhstan.

Alvarez (49-1-2, 34 knockouts) and Golovkin (38-0-1, 34 knockouts) are two of the finest active fighters, universally considered to be among the sport’s top pound–for–pound talents. Here are three keys to their fight:

Will Golovkin’s jabs take their toll?

A jab is a fighter’s appetizer, a small taste before the main course of hooks, crosses and uppercuts. Certain studies have found the punch capable of packing more velocity than a cross, but typically it’s a weapon deployed to accrue points, find a boxer’s range and conserve energy — not end a fight. How then to strategize against an opponent whose hors d’oeuvres crack like howitzers?

Golovkin carries what may be the most lethal jab in the middleweight division. He uncorks it at a high volume to dictate the pace of a fight and to coerce his opponents into vulnerable positions as they try to earn back points. “I don’t think anybody in the past I’ve trained has had such a good jab,” said Abel Sanchez, Golovkin’s trainer, who has coached 18 world champions.

Over his past five fights other than the Alvarez bout, Golovkin connected on 39.7 percent of his jabs to his opponents’ 20.3 percent, landing an average of 12.7 jabs per round, according to CompuBox data. He threw 128 more jabs than Alvarez did the last time the two met, landing 53 more and boasting a superior connection percentage. Alvarez landed more jabs than Golovkin did in just one round (the sixth) and was out-landed 42 to 12 over the final four rounds.

Alvarez’s jab has earned the endorsement of Floyd Mayweather Jr., but Alvarez doesn’t often use it more than his opponents do. He has out-jabbed three of his past five challengers other than Golovkin — with a trouncing of hapless Julio Cesar Chavez Jr. largely skewing the data. Miguel Cotto in 2015 more than doubled Alvarez’s total jabs landed. When Mayweather dolled out the lone loss of Alvarez’s professional career, he more than tripled the Mexican’s jab-landed total.

Blows wear on a fighter over time. As Golovkin once put it: “Who wants to get hit in the face?” It’s paramount for Alvarez to avoid the unrelenting power that has made it difficult for Golovkin to keep sparring partners. Alvarez cannot afford to let Golovkin impose the rhythm of the fight by way of his jab.

Can Alvarez find any space?

If Muhammad Ali turned the ring into a stage worth exploring, Golovkin turns it into a treadmill, relentlessly closing in on his opponent as if drawn by a magnet. Golovkin bouts typically resemble bullfights, with the Kazakh fighter charging his opposition with abandon. “I don’t like dancing,” he said upon vaporizing Marco Antonio Rubio in the second round in 2014. “I like fighting.”

The surgical precision of his footwork is deliberate, an inverse of the speed-driven, complicated maneuverings of fighters like Sugar Ray Leonard and Ali. Golovkin cuts off the ring — using lateral footwork to force his opponents into close quarters or trap them against the ropes — because it isolates his prey and allows him to apply unyielding pressure in a forced slugfest. Hall of Fame trainer Freddie Roach has said Golovkin may have the best footwork in boxing.

Not unlike the fictional Ivan Drago, Golovkin has aluminum-bat strength and a rhino-like neck (he’s capable of completing sets of chin pushups). He has never been knocked down in his professional career. Golovkin seems to want to prove the integrity of his jaw by lunging at his opponent, suffocating his space. In the ninth round of last year’s bout, Alvarez unloaded an overhand right that landed flush. Golovkin let it slide across his cheek like a washcloth and continued to move forward, stalking his opponent as if nothing had happened at all. Watch the video, and you can see fear in the eyes of Alvarez in that moment.

Stylistically, Alvarez agitated some in the boxing community — most notably Golovkin’s team — during last year’s clash by snaking around the ring, idling along the ropes and largely eschewing the knock-down drag-out brawl Golovkin sought. For Alvarez, a roving, defensive-minded counterpuncher, this was the optimal blueprint. Those who aim to out-punch Golovkin nearly always end up on the canvas.

The game plan was mostly effective in their first fight: Golovkin landed 32 percent of his power punches, a drop-off of 14 percentage points from his previous 13 fights. Alvarez was certainly out-hit, but he kept Golovkin to 18.2 shots landed per round — well below his average of 26.2.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Sanchez, who told ESPN that he has since asked Jordan Brand — one of Golovkin’s sponsors — to “make some shoes so that we can go a bit faster and are able to catch [Alvarez].”

“It’s one thing to be coming forward like a donkey,” Alvarez countered. “It’s another thing to be moving.”

Despite the verbal barbs, Alvarez should stay on the outside and pick his moments to earn points when possible, even if it comes at the expense of entertainment for the fans. Alvarez has ample power behind his punches, but he’d be wise not to play into a strategy that would clearly favor the man who has earned 89 percent of victories by knockout.

Who gets the late-round advantage?

The prevailing opinion of last year’s fight is that Alvarez didn’t earn a draw. He especially didn’t help his case down the stretch.

In the opening four rounds, Golovkin out-landed Alvarez by 2.5 punches per round but was out-landed when it came to power punches: Alvarez averaged seven per round, while Golovkin averaged six. But over the final five rounds, Golovkin landed an average of six more total punches per round than Alvarez did (21.6 to 15.6) and generated a higher connection percentage (34.5 percent to 32.4 percent).

If we break the bout down into thirds, Alvarez averaged a higher connection percentage than Golovkin in the first through fourth rounds (36.5 percent to 30.8 percent) and the fifth through eighth rounds (31.1 percent to 27.3 percent), but fell behind Golovkin in the ninth through 12th rounds (33.3 percent to 35.1 percent).

Controlling the waning rounds is easier said than done, of course. Golovkin’s punches register like those of a heavyweight, with a higher severity than typical of fighters from lower weight classes. Vanquished opponents have compared facing Golovkin to “being hit by a train.” To be sure, after your central nervous system has suffered 24 minutes of battery, elevating your performance over the final 12 minutes is an arduous task. But when the decision is in question, those memories are freshest in the minds of the judging panel, so a strong finish carries considerable weight.

The prime of a boxing career is ephemeral, the sport’s history littered with the legacies of those who stayed too long. The 2015 study “Hand Speed Measurements in Boxing” found that peak performance is often achieved between the ages of 20 and 30. Alvarez is 28 years old, at the zenith of his career. Golovkin is 36, closing in on the sunset of his. “A boxer who fights after 35 is pushing on the gas pedal, accelerating toward an early demise,” wrote Ferdie Pacheco of The New York Times. And yet, Golovkin has been so ruthlessly efficient in the ring that before last year’s Alvarez matchup, he hadn’t so much as seen the final round of a fight in more than eight years, preserving the bloom of his career to such a degree that most sportsbooks give him a 59 percent to 63 percent implied probability of winning on Saturday, consistent with last year’s odds. Those odds support a 36-year-old’s ability to crush his opponent, coming off the longest layoff of his career, in 36 minutes or less. Golovkin’s skill set has been among the best in the sport for years, but he was unable to land lucrative fights because, simply, no one wanted to fight him. Alvarez seemingly does, but he’d be wise not to turn the upcoming nine-figure payday into the blow-for-blow melee his opponent seeks.

from News About Sports https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/3-things-that-could-decide-the-second-alvarez-golovkin-fight/

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The nurse of my dreams pt.5

(A Ivan Drago fanfic)

Ivan and Zelia called each other almost every day. It was either Zelia or Ivan who was tired on the other side but they loved just getting to interact with each other. Ivan was busy with press and training Viktor so the phone calls were never long. Zelia helped her daughter through her physical therapy and she was promised that soon Ivanni would be able to defend her new title in tip top shape. Ivan was soon craving the attention and acceptance from the elites in Russia more than the simple loving phone calls Zelia was giving him. The phone calls starting happening less and less and they only lasted about two to three minutes and then they stopped happening. Zelia was heavily stressed about this but Viktor still called Ivanni about her progress so she kept up hope.

The elites were all over Ivan and Viktor about the fight. One night they invited the Dragos out to dinner and the dinner was grand. A long table full of important people of the Russian sports world. There was an empty seat around the middle but no one payed mind.

“So Ivan, that daughter of yours is a big star here” A man across of Ivan spoke, this caught his attention as well as Viktor “We all were a little disappointed she does not use the Drago name when she fights”

“Well I plan to talk to her about it after Viktors fight” Ivan stated and this shocked Viktor.

“What a treat it is, having both Drago children as boxing champions” a woman at the table laughed about and this made Viktor uncomfortable. “How’d you train your daughter?” Ivan didn’t know how to respond, he didn’t know if he should lie through this one or not.

“She trained herself” Viktor stated and this baffled the table.

“Woah, what a talent! The fighter in her is just like her father” the woman squealed and Ivan let out a small sigh of relief and his son side eyed his father in a judgmental manner.

“Yes, I’m very proud of my daughter. She used to shadow box over my old videos, and her stamina is inhuman” Ivan started to gloat.

“Well why isn’t she here, she could be training for future fights here while her brother trains for the Creed fight” A man asked in a small serious tone. Viktor wanted to yell at the man cause she was injured but Ivan responded for him.

“She’s in recovery for the fight. She’ll be here for the fight” Ivan stated and this calmed Viktor down a little bit.

The dinner was filled with conversations of Ivanni and Viktor, and Ivan avoiding all questions of who Ivanni’s mother was. Then the conversations stoped when Ivan’s old spokes woman walked in. Ivan didn’t know what to do, he wanted to leave more than anything but didn’t wanna disappoint the people around the table. Viktor was pissed and he stormed off and Ivan followed.

“What are you doing Viktor!?” Ivan asked in frustration and embarrassment.

“Why should I have to sit there and pretend like these people care about me! They left us to rot!” Viktor yelled and his father was saddened by his truth “and you! You go around acting like you did something for Ivanni! You didn’t!”

“That’s not my fault! If I knew she were born I would’ve been there for her!” Ivan shouted back in frustration.

“When was the last time you called Ze?” Viktor asked in a accused tone.

“What? What does that have to do with this?” Ivan was caught of guard and a little offended by the question.

“You haven’t called Ze in weeks, you’re letting this snot nosed pigs control you and take you away from the person who actually cares! Ze took care of you, took care of me when she had every right not to!” Viktor exclaimed and this made Ivan shocked but he realized what he did, and that his son was right.

“I’m sorry, I just got caught up in their acceptance and their praises I lost track of what I actually needed” Ivan’s soft tone was saddened and he hugged his son.

The dinner was over when the two men came back, all that was left was an open box full of letters. Ivan looked in the box and saw Zelia’s name on each of the letters. He grabbed the box and took it to his hotel room. Him and his son looked through each and every letter. Pictures of Ivanni were in almost all of them, from her ultra sound, to her first skating competition, up to her first won match. Ivan was teary basically getting to see his daughter grow up, and get to read of the things she loved and got to do.

After reading the letters, Ivan had called Zelia. He apologized for the lack of calls and how he got lost in the status of it all. Zelia felt guilty for not going, he said this might happen and so Zelia promised she would come down earlier to see the two men before the fight. Ivan liked the idea and couldn’t wait. Viktor was excited to see Ivanni and get to show her the training he had been going through.

Ivanni was mostly healed so she was on board with going to Russia a week early. The two women had arrived in Russia later than expected so they planned on surprising the boys the next day. Ivanni woke up early in the morning and decided to ice skate before going to meet up with Ivan and Viktor. Her mother stayed at the hotel, Ivanni skated at the ice rink her mother had ice skated so long ago. She was the only one in the ring since it was early in the morning and so she had no problems with waiting around. She was skating around for about thirty minutes until a man from the press had seen her through the window.

“Ms. Drago!” The reporter yelled and Ivanni looked at the man.

Shockingly more and more reporters had followed the man into the rink. Ivanni glided to the edge of the rink to talk to the man not realizing he was a reporter.

“Ms.Drago are you here to support your brother?” “Ms.Drago are you gonna start fighting here in Russia?” “Ms.Drago who is your mother? How’d she meet Ivan?” The reporters barked in unison, Ivanni didn’t know how to follow up the questions, and the flashing lights from their cameras distracted her as well.

Before she could answer their questions got more aggressive and they hopped over the railing and got on the ice and corralled her on the ice. She tried to skate away but they followed. She had fallen on the ice and crawled her way off the ice, when she fell she had fallen on her bad side. It wasn’t a harsh fall, it just made her side sore and when she had to run from the press she was a little slower than usual. When she got back to her room she was in tears.

“What’s wrong?” Her mother asked in worry.

“It’s nothing, I was just ice skating and these reporters came onto the ice asking me all these questions and I fell on my side and it just hurts a little bit” Ivanni answered wiping her tears knowing she was overreacting.

“No, Ivanni are you okay? Do we need to cancel?” Her mother said grazing her fingers on her daughters side.

“No! No I’ll be fine, it was a small fall I’ll be fine mom, really” Ivanni tried to reassure her mother.

“Okay, we’ll take it easy for the rest of the trip. No more ice skating” her mother demanded in a soft tone.

The two women met with Ivan and Viktor at a restaurant that was completely empty. Viktor and Ivanni shared a loving hug and so did Ivan and Zelia, Ivan being as bold as to give Zelia a small kiss after the hug. They had all sat down and started to catch up and eat. Ivanni talking about her swift recovery and the things she’s planning on doing. Viktor was excited to talk boxing with Ivanni, the siblings banter funny and inviting. Zelia lovingly looking at the two, she loving the thought of her daughter not being a only child anymore and having a brother to be around. Ivan was hypnotized at the sight of having two children and a woman who cares not only for him but also his children.

Dinner wrapped up pretty quickly and they were originally gonna split up and see each other a next day but Ivan insisted on them all heading to his hotel room to hang out. Ivanni was excited cause her and Viktor planned to swim together. Once Zelia and Ivan were alone in the room, they laid together in his bed.

“Here, I wanted to show you this” Ivan said reaching into the side table and pulling out a picture. “I wanted to you to see this, I was finally given the letters you sent me and seeing Ivanni grow was something I couldn’t get to see but because of you I got to have a sliver of what I wanted. So here” he said showing her a picture of Viktor as a young child.

“Oh my Ivan” Zelia said sweetly holding the picture “he’s beautiful, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for him” she said soberly.

“He would have loved you as a mom, you would’ve taken better care of him than I did” Ivan said in a guilty and sad tone.

“Ivan, I know it was hard for you and you did the best you could” she said holding the man close.

“It would’ve been better with you” Ivan stated softly leaving a kiss on top her head.

The two stayed together till Ivanni and Viktor came back. Once Ivanni was cleaned, her and Zelia had left the hotel room and went to their own. Zelia had seen on the news the next morning that almost all of Russia now knew Ivanni was in Russia. They had called her evasive and not anything they had hoped she was. Because of this Zelia had asked Ivanni to not go around town, just to avoid the press. Ivanni reluctantly agreed and stayed in the hotel room the majority of the trip. The times she did leave where to go see Ivan and Viktor.

The night of the fight had came quickly and Zelia and Ivanni were sitting in the front row of the match. Zelia tried to stay hidden to not draw herself a lot of attention, from the crowd, press, or Rocky and Adonis. Ivan had seen the Russian elite before he had seen Zelia and the men had made sure Ivan knew this was his ticket to getting back in with Russia. Ivanni gave Viktor a good luck hug and this made all the camera flashes happen. Ivanni allows a smile to form for her brother but tries not to smile towards the cameras. Rocky and Adonis watch this happen and they don’t know how to feel about their friend being the family of their enemy.

The fight happens and Ivanni gets really into it. She stays at the ring corner and yells and helps Viktor through out the fight. Zelia is scared of either Adonis and or Viktor getting badly hurt. She can handle boxing but it’s hard watching my the people she so deeply cared about. The back and forth in the match was tense and Viktor was visibly having a hard time. When he sees the elite leave and Ivan started to give up on coaching, Viktor started to give up. Ivanni was shouting for Viktor to keep trying and he tried his hardest but was getting beat down by Adonis. Ivan looked at his son then looked at his daughter then lastly looked at Zelia and he went to the corner that Viktor was pinned in and threw in the towel.

The crow roared for Adonis and the crowd started to crowd around the ring. Ivan went to Zelia and grabbed her wrist and helped her through the ropes. Ivanni followed and when Ivan got close to his son he held him in a close hug. Viktor crying but his father reassuring him. Ivanni pulled herself and her mother into the hug and it helped calm Viktor down. After the hug Ivan took Viktor to the locker room and Ivanni and Zelia waited outside till Ivan said it was okay.

After a few minutes Ivan let the two girls in. Rocky and Adonis where both in the locker room as well. Zelia and Ivanni gave them a nod in acknowledgment but went to Ivan and his son. Zelia saw how beat up Viktor was and wanted to make sure he was okay.

“Viktor can I look you over, I wanna make sure you’ll be alright” Zelia asked in caring tone and Viktor nodded.

Zelia grabbed a small medical kit that was in the corner of the room and started to wipe the blood from his face and started to disinfect and clean the fighter up. Viktor stared lovingly at the woman helping him. Ivan was sad but still okay with himself and his decision. Ivanni could see how distraught her father was so she stood next to him and hugged him from the side. Ivan was happy and felt better hugging his daughter.

Once Zelia finished up with Viktor, he quickly got up and hugged her. She wanted to cry in happiness that he hugged her. She accepted the hug and rubbed his back. She felt the tears in his eyes lightly stain her shirt. After the hug broke she looked at Ivan and saw his somber look in his face.

“Ivan where are you going to go after this?” Zelia asked in a soft serious tone.

“We’ll probably go back to Ukraine” Ivan said in a sad tone. Ivanni looked up at him with a sad expression.

“No, Ivan please come back with us. We’ll take good care of you guys I swear” Zelia pleaded and Viktor looked at his father with the same pleading eyes.

“Please, come with us” Ivanni begged looking up at the man holding him close.

“Well, what do you want Viktor” Ivan asked his son and Ivanni shifted her pleading gaze to her brother.

“I want to live with my family” Viktor said and a smile spread on Ivanni, Zelia and Ivan’s faces.

Zelia with tears in her eyes goes over to Ivan and he holds her face in his hands. They share a loving kiss while Ivanni and Viktor hug. They all leave the stadium and pack up Viktor and Ivan’s stuff. Even going to Ukraine and grabbing the rest of their stuff.

The family lives in Philly, Viktor and Ivanni training to fairly fight and defend their titles. Ivan partially training the two, and Zelia always there to take care of all of them. Ivan and Zelia deeply in love and happy with each other. Viktor had grown to view Zelia like a mom and Ivanni had fully embraced her dad and had changed her fighting name to Ivanni Hamlie-Drago and embraced her name. They lived happily and lovingly all together finally.

#dolph lundgren #ivan drago #ivan drago fan fiction #rocky

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The nurse of my dreams pt.4

(A Ivan Drago Fanfic)

Zelia was heavily shocked when Ivanni had offered to make dinner so her mother could relax. Zelia stayed in her office while her daughter was cooking. Right when Ivanni finished was when she heard Ivan and Viktor pulled up. She was kinda surprised they actually showed up. To not alert her mother she opened the door before they could knock or ring the doorbell. She showed them to the big dinner table she had set up. Viktor and Ivan looking at the pictures around their house, and Ivan stayed fixated on the picture of Rocky and Zelia. She sat them down on one side of the table and plated their food out and when she finally got the table set out she went to the steps and yelled for her mother.

Ivanni quickly sat down in her spot across from Viktor and waited for her mom to come down the stairs. She looked over at Ivan and could see his nervous expression.

“Don’t worry, she’ll freak out at me not you” Ivanni said right before her mother walked into the dinning room.

Zelia’s face flushed seeing Ivan at her dinner table and she couldn’t conceal her shocked expression. Her shock quickly turned to anger and she tried to not let it show.

“Ivanni, can I talk to you” Zelia gritted through her teeth and gestures for Ivanni to leave the table. Ivanni got up and walked to her mom and Ivan was kinda enamored by the fact he jsut heard his daughters name for the first time.

The mother and daughter whispered while talking to each other. Ivanni was trying to calm her mother down and trying to convince her to just enjoy the dinner. Zelia reluctantly agreed and joined her daughter at the table.

“So what do you do Ivanni?” Ivan asked cutting the tension at the table. He wanted to make him and Zelia work just a little bit. He felt bad for resenting her for no right reason.

“I box, I’m a fight away from fighting the lightweight champion” Zelia stated with a proudness in her tone. Both Viktor and Ivan were decently surprised at this statement, Ivanni didn’t seem to be the type to fight.

“She used to ice skate, she’s only really been boxing for about two years” Zelia explained and this made Ivan soften a bit knowing that Zelia’s love for ice skating was finally recognized.

“Yea, I loved skating. My training and competitions in Russia was the best!” Ivanni stated in excitement.

“How’d you get into fighting?” Viktor asked and this made Ivanni chuckle a little bit.

“Some of the girls in France didn’t really like me and so I got into a small street fight and was disqualified from my competition and I kinda went deep into the fighting circle and now I’m here” Ivanni chirps and this makes Viktor chuckle a little bit.

Dinner went well, most of the conversation surrounded Ivanni and Viktor. The two having friendly banter and getting along really well. Once they had finished dinner Ivanni took the plates and went to clean the dishes. While Ivanni did this Zelia walked Ivan and his son to the door. The two man thanked her for the meal and Viktor went into the car and waited for his father to finish up with Zelia.

“It was nice of you to come eat with us, and I’m sorry for freaking out on you yesterday” Zelia apologized in a soft tone looking away from the man.

“No, I’m sorry for accusing you. I should’ve known it would’ve been difficult to find me” Ivan replied and used his hand to move her head to face him “it was nice to see you” he said planning on leaving but before he could turn his back to Zelia she grabbed the man’s arm.

“Where are you guys staying, are you at least somewhere decent” Zelia asked in worry.

“It’s a motel down by the docks” Ivan stated trying to reassure it was no bother.

“Oh no, you’re guys will catch something there. Stay here we have plenty of room. We’re busy most of the day so you won’t have to worry about us being home and bothering you and Viktor” Zelia practically begged the man. Ivan thought for a while but finally answered.

“Okay, we’ll be over tomorrow” Ivan said and Zelia gave him a great full smile and bid the man goodnight.

They had moved in, the men perched in their own separate guest rooms. Ivan and Viktor never really got to see Zelia. They were usually busy with training all day but when they came back Zelia would be in her office working, only being able to see her at the dinner table and before she headed to bed. Zelia was was too nervous to fully face Ivan, but she enjoyed hearing about Ivanni and Viktors bond growing and developing.

It had been a week and a half and Zelia slowly starts to stay around Ivan little by little but then having to spend more time around Ivanni prepping her for the upcoming match. One night Ivanni was downstairs training hard, she was blasting her music and drowning out the world around her. Zelia was overseeing her daughters training but had to leave for a phone call but she decided to give Ivanni a hour or two. Zelia had lost track of time and it had many hours since she had checked up on her daughter and she had gone down stairs and faintly heard her music still and Zelia went down to the basement.

Fear and panic sets in when she saw her daughter passed out under the punching bag. Zelia checks her daughters vitals and comes to the conclusion that Zelia was tired and had passed out due to exhaustion. Zelia tried to hold her daughter but it was struggle, but she did the best she could and tried to drag her daughter up the stairs. Ivan had overheard the struggle and hurried over to the girls.

“What happened?” He asked in udder shock.

“She over exhausted herself while training. She has done this a few times recently” Zelia explained in a worried tone.

“Here lemme help you” Ivan used his strength to get her over the stairs but he knew he couldn’t get the girl over the stairs so he let out a quick but loud whistle and his son came out running. “Help her” Ivan demanded his son and Viktor picked up Ivanni.

Viktor carried Ivanni to her room and placed her on her bed. Zelia started to take of her daughters tape and Ivan had helped out and started to take the tape off her other hand. After the tape was dispensed of she put her daughters hair down and tucked her into bed. After she closed her daughters door her and Ivan stayed facing each other looking at each other deeply.

“Thank you so much” Zelia thanked and Ivan nodded and replied.

“It’s no problem, will she be okay?” He asked with a concerned tone.

“Yea, I just need to overview her training. Gosh I feel like this is all my fault, I was busy with work and I lost track of time. I could’ve been there to stop her” Zelia said starting to spiral and worry about her actions. Ivan grabbed her shoulders to get her attention to him.

“Stop it isn’t your fault. You’re just as overworked. Me or Viktor will over watch her when you’re busy and make sure she is okay” Ivan reassured her.

Zelia thanked Ivan and hugged him sweetly, but guarded, almost as if she was scared to hurt him. Ivan had hugged back and when they broke away from the hug Zelia looked away from the man, giving him a soft goodnight but before she could walk away Ivan used his finger to make her face him. He gently kissed the woman in front of him. Zelia almost immediately kissed him back and when he felt her accept it he held her close. When the kiss ended the two bid each other a sweet goodnight and both went to bed.

It had been a few days and it was the night of Ivanni’s match. Zelia had asked Ivan and Viktor to watch the match from home so they don’t stir up anything down at the area. Ivan protested and said he wanted to watch Ivanni. Zelia was happy to hear that from Ivan and they had planned to meet the two men there. Zelia was in the locker room with her daughter. Helping her through her nerves and getting her situated. At the canvas and waited for her title to be called, “In this corner, wearing the Gold it’s the Dirty Trick Devil, Ivanni Hamlie!”. Once the match began Zelia was helping her coach out with getting Ivanni in the best shape in her health. Zelia could hear the shouts of excitement coming from Ivan and Viktor since they were in the front row behind her. It had gotten to the tenth round and Ivanni had finally knocked out her opponent and the excitement blasted from the crowd and Zelia. Ivanni was now guaranteed a fight with the lightweight champion. 

Ivanni was crowded by the press after the game. While Zelia was putting some stitches on the side of her daughters face. Many were asking about her plans if she were to win and if she was nervous for the fight. Zelia could see Viktor and Ivan in the crowd behind the reporters and Zelia had smiled at Ivan and then went back to taking care of her daughter. After the mother and daughter left and meet up with the guys back home, they had made a small celebration in her honor of the win. Ivan and Zelia openly being affectionate and their children not overall minding.

The next morning Ivanni woke up to a phone call from her coach telling her to look at the TV, she followed her direction and switched to the sports news station. It flashed with statements and pictures of Ivan and Viktor at the match. The news reporter putting a picture of Ivanni and Ivan side by side and making it out that she was Ivan’s daughter. Ivanni didn’t know how to feel, they weren’t wrong but she doesn’t know how this’ll effect her match or her career overall. Later that morning she got visited by her upcoming opponents promoter and lawyer. Ivanni invited them in and they all sat down at the table.

“Hello Ms. Hamlie, we have to assume that you have seen the news?” The man asked and Ivanni was scared to answer so all she did was nods “so we have a proposition for you. We will let you fight the champion but under the Drago name” he said and this snapped something in Ivanni.

“Wait why? Yes he is my father but I just met the man! It’s not my fault he showed up at the match!” Ivanni exclaimed in frustration.

“Nobody wants to fight a Hamlie, especially the champ. Now if she could win against a blood thirsty Drago that would be a sight to see” the producer flaunted and this frustrated Ivanni.

“Can’t she just fight me, I worked for this not my father!” Ivanni spat and she knew this wasn’t helping her.

“The champ stated she won’t fight you unless you use the Drago name” his smug face pissing off Ivanni. She slammed her hands on the table and standing up.

“FINE! I’ll do it, but if I win I use my name” she put her hand out and the promoter smirked and shook her hand. She pulled his hand and forced him out of his seat making him stumble up “now get out of my house” she demanded and the men left her house.

Ivanni stormed down into the basement and took her anger out in her training. She didn’t even wanna listen to music or play any sort of boxing match for background noise. Her yells in frustration and harsh blows to the punching bag being the only thing being heard.

No one else in the house really heard the disturbance besides the end when Ivanni agreed tot he deal. Viktor had gone down and done some morning training alongside Ivanni, he sensed she was upset and let her take out her rage on him, not really knowing why she was upset. Ivanni planned on not even telling her mother about this, she was too upset and was wanting the news to let her mother know about the contract she had agreed too.

Sadly Zelia had figured out the news not from the TV but from a phone call from Rocky. He was upset to know his friend had hidden such a dark secret from him. Zelia expressed how she didn’t want Rocky to view her and Ivanni differently. Rocky was willing to let this go but he made it clear he was super upset and was gonna be hurt by this discovery. Parts of Zelia was lighter knowing Rocky was finally out of the dark about the relationship but she knew this hurt Rocky and he might be distant for a long time.

A few weeks had gone by and Ivanni still was overworking for the fight. She didn’t want Ivan to help her cause she wanted to learn her own style. She just didn’t want him to be on the corner of her ring and just coincidentally fill in the role her competitor wanted. Ivanni sorta distanced herself from her family and went head first into deep training. She was passing out regularly and even putting her moments passed out into her training schedule. Ivan and Zelia were getting worried, not knowing how to stop her. They know this is hard and Ivan is not wanting to be selfish knowing his daughter doesn’t want his name but he does. After a while Viktor decided to put a stop to this, he started to train with her and pace herself in training and if she wanted to train hard she’d have to spar him. It got to the point to where Ivanni was too tired she couldn’t even land a single blow to her brother. This training really helped her realize how she was going down into a unhealthy spiral and started to take her training in a more serious and healthy manner.

Soon it was the night of the match, Ivanni felt ready for the match, ready to take her name back. She found a loophole in the name game and she dawned her fathers colors to play into the match, even using the much hated black mouth guard. She was on the ring waiting for the bell to ring to punch in this girls face. The announcer comes onto the canvas and started to announce titles.

“In this corner, dawning the red and gold the Vanni Vandal, the Dirty Trick Drago, Ivanni Hamlie!” Ivanni turns to the promoters and looked and gave them a smug smile.

Ivanni could tell this was pissed off her opponent and Ivanni basked in it. The matches lasted a long time, the girls going back and fourth between winning the rounds. Ivanni had broken his competitors nose and her left eye was starting to swell shut. Ivanni channeled all her anger into this fight, depending on her harsh blows on her competitor. Ivanni taking body shots just to frustrate the champ cause Ivanni wasn’t going down. The other girl was frustrated and went to throw a harsh blow and Ivanni dodged it and landed a harsh left hook and the opposer fell. When the count ended and Ivanni was announced to be the winner. She could barley breath and Zelia could tell. The press surrounded the girl, bombarding her with questions on Ivan but Zelia needed to get her daughter off the mat. The press could barley let her through and she could see Ivanni was ready to fall.

Zelia finally pushed pass the press and felt her daughters sides and then her breathing and she’d had realized a broken rib was about to puncture her lungs. Zelia cried for a doctor and one finally showed up. Ivanni was put on a stretcher and taken to the hospital. While trying to leave the crowd Ivan and Viktor had found the worrying woman. Ivan held her close while she cried into her chest, worrying heavily for her daughter. They finally got through the crowd but was stopped by Rocky.

“Ze!” Rocky yelled and got her attention. She had broken away form Ivan and his son and went towards Rocky “what’s going on, is Vanni gonna be okay?” Rocky asked in worry.

“That final blow she took had broken her rib but i think it had almost punctured her lung. I need to go Rocky I’ll call you later” she answers quickly joining back up with Ivan and Viktor in her car and they left to the hospital.

When they arrived paparazzi swarmed them when they entered. Asking about their relationships, Ivanni’s future and her condition. Ivan and Viktor had pushed passed them giving Zelia room to head to her doctor. When she arrives to her daughters room the doctors reassure that the lung wasn’t punctured and if she rests for a few days she’ll be good to walk around and not worry about the rib. Zelia had visited her sleeping daughter sitting in the hospital bed but the staff wouldn’t let her stay. Ivan took Zelia back home and comforted the worried woman. He reassured her daughter would be fine and how proud he was of her win. Ivan stayed in Zelia’s room for the first time since they had started seeing each other again.

After a few days Ivanni was home and heavily celebrated. She held the belt up on her wall in her training den. Ivanni thanked Ivan and Viktor for supporting her and involving themselves in her life. Their domestic life was simple, mostly just them taking care and helping Ivanni through physical training therapy. One day Ivan gets a call from a Russian elite, they wanted Viktor to rematch with Adonis Creed. Ivan immediately wanted to jump on the chance, wanting to be in good graces with Russia once again. Ivan kept this quiet from Ivanni and Zelia for a few days but Viktor seemed to not want to disappoint his father so he agreed to the fight.

Once the word that Adonis agreed to the fight Ivan knew he needed to let Zelia know and Ivanni. He doesn’t doubt that Ivanni already knows from watching the news but he can’t hide this from Zelia. So he entered her office in a somber and guilty aura surrounding him.

“Hey, I need to talk to you” Ivan says getting Zelia’s attention from work. She nodded looking at him signaling she was paying full attention. “Viktor is gonna have a rematch with Creed. His training will be in Russia and I’m asking if you and Ivanni will come with us” he asked and this made Zelia wanna break down, it just like how she needed to chose to stay in Russia or go back home. She knows she can’t say yes, Ivanni can’t be in Russia with her new title and she needs to continue physical therapy.

“Me and Ivanni will come down and watch the match. We can’t go down with training, Ivanni can’t even make it from her room to her training pit. I need to stay and take care of her” Zelia says in a guilty tone and she just wants to curl up into a ball.

“Please, Viktor needs his sister to help him just like how he helped her. I need you, I’ll get lost” Ivan begged and Zelia knows this can’t persuade her.

“I’ll be there for the fight, as long as you promise to not run away I’ll be there for you both. Me and Ivanni” Zelia said holding Ivan close and all Ivan could do was hum in contempt knowing that she isn’t gonna change her mind.

(Stay tuned for part 5 😌)

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The nurse of my dreams

(A Ivan Drago fan fiction. There are some changes in this fic. Drago doesn’t kill creed in the ring, Creed dies from not taking care of himself properly after the brutal fight and Drago isn’t married. Ludmilla is his spokes woman and he just really wants her approval. Drago also is still stoic and intimidating and a little rude but he isn’t a asshole and heartless in this. Italics means they’re talking in Russian. There is also a fake medical practice in this so don’t think about it too much. I’m not a medical expert so don’t take it too seriously. Hope you enjoy 😊)

Zelia Hamlie sits at her desk filing paper work. The soft ticks of the clock keeping her mind at ease. The tv across from her softly playing the news. News of a new big shot boxer catching Zelia’s attention. His name was Ivan Drago and he was a big guy from Russia. His spoke woman seemed to do all of the taking for him and was basically promising his instant victory over his upcoming matches. Zelia is a athletic doctor, being a onsite doctor for some events. She gets the best business in boxing so Zelia takes a lot of boxing matches, big or small. She also works internally just so she can travel a bit and so she was taught how to speak Italian, Russian,Dutch and Spanish to better help her clients. Right now she is on her rare “free season” one of her few moments in time where she isn’t contracted with a athlete for a match.

Zelia stares at the boxer and thinks about how handsome he kinda is. She knows there’s no way in hell she could get contracted with him, Russians usually contract with athletic doctors from Russia; they only usually get outside help just for unimportant and small things.

Her workday ends and she heads home. Her family is a more wealthier family of doctors so her house in a little big and spacious. Not as huge as the one Rocky owned but it is a bigger house than most. Zelia and Rocky have been contracted before, she was there for his first fight with Apollo and some of his title defense matches. Rocky enjoys her work and she does enjoy the energy rocky gives her. Paulie is NOT a fan. He thinks a man could do her job much better but Rocky’s words override his. Zelia sits down for dinner and is watching TV once again and there she sees Apollos public challenge to Drago and a small part of Zelia hopes for the magical phone call saying she’s gonna be assigned to this match but it’s highly unlikely. Apollo is like a top dog and has his own little crew so there’s really no need for Zelia.

After watching the new rant and rave about how this shock of of challenge is sure to be a show for the ages. The country slightly scared of Russia and their ways but Zelia couldn’t really care all too much about the politics of it all. She turns off the tv and goes to bed sleeping like normal but not getting to sleep in a late as she usually did. Her phone line ringing and starling her awake. She gets out of bed and runs to the phone her eyes still blurred with sleep still in them.

“Hello, Hamile estate” Zelia answers after quickly clearing her throat to not sound like she was just counting sheep in her dreams.

“Woah, gettin all formal on me Ze” the sound of Rocky pushing away a small sense of fear of the phone call being from her boss.

“Oh it’s you Rocky, what is it that you need?” Zelia asks after waking up a bit more.

“Well I bet ya heard of Apollos challenge and I’m asking for a favor. Apollo has his own Athletic doctor and what’s nots, but I want yous to be there on the sides as a “nurse” of some sorts. I trusts ya and yous got good skills and I wanna makes sure my buddy is in perfect hands” Rocky states and the sleepiness makes Zelia take a little while to comprehend his question.

“You want me to be contracted to Apollo?” She wants to solidify what she thinks

“If it’s no trouble or nothin” Rocky’s laid back tone undermines Zelias deep excitement.

“Sure, I’m free. Lemme call my boss and get the schedule and paper work all done. “ she answered trying to stay as calm as possible.

The two finished the phone call and Zelia quickly got dressed in ready for work. Once she arrives to her bosses office she tells him about her call with rocky and wants to have a small sit down call with Apollo. The three have the call and everything goes smoothly. Apollo agrees to the contract and he plans to get the schedule to Zelia as quickly as possible.

Zelia got to briefly and overview Apollos training and it’s nothing out of the normal. Zelia hated the obscene amount of paper work that went into keeping up with big shots like Rocky and Apollo. It’s a new safety and guarantee of no foul play. After every passing day Zelia grew more curious about the Russian boxer. He’s all over the news but hasn’t said a singular word, but he still captured her attention. Zelia just wanted to know who he really was. Asking questions to herself if he really is stoic are is forced to stay quiet by his staff. She knows the Russians are very hush hush so they have certain professionals do the heavy work.

Today was the day of the sit down. Zelia isn’t at the table she’s busy trying to fill out papers and get her schedule in order, while being on standby in case a dug he breaks out which Zelia hopes doesn’t happen. The bickering getting to be more of an annoyance than entertaining for her. She wishes they would do the whole threatening and pissing contest in private at not embarrass themselves on TV. A argument breaks out and they are all split up and a small sigh of relief escapes Zelia cause she can finally get her work done properly at a desk.

She says some quick goodbyes to her coworker with Apollo and a small goodbye to Rocky. She is looking down at her paper work analyzing her schedule trying to fit in some personal time for herself. She isn’t paying attention and she runs into something. To her it feels like a wall but when looking up she sees it’s Ivan all out by himself.

Ivan was being lectured hard by his associates and asked for a small break from the constant bickering and so he stands out in the hallway to just get some alone time and that’s where he runs into Zelia. Himself not paying attention and just zoning out looking out a window.

“Oh I’m sorry” Zelia says looking up at him apologetically. His face confused and it dawns on her that maybe his English isn’t the greatest. “I’m sorry for running into you Mr.Drago. I should pay better attention to where I’m going”

“You know Russian?”the large man asks, he face a little shocked.

“Yes, I’m a on hand athletic medic. I go all around the world for my work so I had to pick up some languages for my job” Zelia explains and a content look plastered itself on the blondes face.

“I’m assuming that your Apollos medic?”Ivans tone clearly unamused at the thought of Apollo.

“No, well sorta. He has his own personal medic. His friend Rocky and I have worked together before and Rocky wanted me to be on standby just in case” Zelia answered and Ivan’s face softened just a bit. “But working for a big shot like Apollo is not easy. Too much paperwork and not enough free time and the actual job portion always ends just like that” she snapped her finger to emphasize her statement.

“You work these ‘big shots’ all the time?”Ivan’s monotone voice not carrying much for Zelia to go off of. For right now she’s just enjoying looking at his bright blue eyes and the fact he isn’t threatening her life right now.

“Depends. It’s just if my boss thinks I’m qualified enough.Not to sound cocky but I seem to be all to qualified for the job” She jokes and swears a small smile creeps in the corner of his mouth. “This might sound weird but I don’t understand why people are so scared of you. You’re actually really nice to talk to you”

“Well they’re scared of me cause they know I can beat them at their own game” He says with some ego in his tone and this causes Zelia to smile and this confused Ivan. For a second he thinks she’s gonna mock her.

“That’s true. Your 6’7 and almost twice their body weight so that’s actually understandable. But I don’t think your this killing machine everyone makes you out to be” Zelia says leaning against the wall looking up at him and giving him a soft smile. Moving her chocolate hair behind her ear to get a good view at the man in front of her.

“And how do you know I’m not some killing machine” he asks, Zelia not able to figure out if he’s serious or joking so she quickly glanced at her watch and saw she was late for a meeting with Apollos lawyer.

“I’m sorry to cut this off but I have to get back to work, but-“ she stands straight and goes to leave and continues but quickly says “last time I checked they don’t make killer machines as attractive as you” and with that Zelia left out the closest door to drive to her office.

When she gets in the car she wants bang her head on the steering wheel. She doesn’t understand where that confidence and flirty nature came from. Her face stays red throughout the whole drive. The only think keeping her calm is knowing that she’s probably never gonna talk to him again.

The meeting with Apollos lawyer was nothing special. Nothing really comprehending since it’s the same old same old procedure. Her flirty comment to Ivan takes center stage on her mind. Even after a day of work she still can’t believe herself. Of course when she sits down to eat and watch tv it’s Drago on the screen. Zelia just can’t wait for this while Drago era to be over with. She can’t face her actions much longer.

When the night of the fight between Drago and Apollo comes along Zelia just had to live with her comment. She wore the white Apollo pant and jacket with his name on the back. Just cause she’s not gonna be heavy in the action she just sits in a close chair by the ring. She waits for the men to at least leave their locker rooms so she glances everywhere in the stadium. The spark and glam and the over serialized American dream being all over this stadium. Red, white and blue all over and famous American symbols are impossible to escape from. She knew how much Apollo relied on the American theme but jeez this seems more like to mock and almost rub in the American “dream” into the Russians faces.

Finally the two men got in the ring but having to wait after a big U.S.A is great ballad and Apollos Uncle Sam costume. He’s really treating this fight more like a broadway show then a match. Once the ballad was over the match finally started. It was harsh to watch throughout the whole thing. Ivan’s reach much longer than Apollos and his punching force was borderline deadly. Apollo had been knocked down a few times and wasn’t looking good at all. There was a possibility Rocky just might throw in the towel. Before that could happen Ivan throws a punch and this knocks Apollo down for the count.

Rocky urged us to get on the mat while Ivan is given the title of ‘winner’. Apollo wasn’t looking good at all, probably his worst beat down ever. Zelia and her coworker had been telling Apollo needed to go to the hospital quickly. While trying to help Apollo up Zelia felt eyes burning into her. She looked back and saw Ivan, his mouth guard still in and but of blood here and there he held a weird cocky smile on his lips. Zelia couldn’t focus on that right now so she gives him a half hearted awkward smile then gets back to working.

Apollo keeps saying his fine and doesn’t need to go to the hospital, but Zelia and the rest of his team are practically begging him to go. After getting him through the crowd and into his locker room he said he’d go. Rocky and his doctor took him to the hospital, Zelia hopes he’s okay. Zelia heads to her stuff to leave and Paulie stops her and grabs her arm harshly, the smell of alcohol is very potent and Zelia can tell where this is going.

“The hell you doin here!? You’re no help” Paulie yelled at her and she just rolled her eyes, while trying to get him to let go of her “the hell do you think you are rolling your eyes at me!”

The feeling of eyes on Zelia comes back again and she tracks down Ivan staring at her. Just wanting to go home she finally gets Paulie off of her she goes home. She stays up hoping Apollo is okay. She knows that the hospital can get him in good shape in no time but she just sometimes forgets how violent things can get. Once again Zelia is woken up from deep sleep by her phone and she rushes to it. She noticed how bright it was out so she must’ve slept in till late morning. Before she could even say anything rocky spoke.

“He’s dead! He left the hospital late in the night and he went to his hotel and went into the shower and tried to patch himself up and he died this morning!” Rocky shouts, sadness and fear prevalent in his tone. This news shakes Zelia. Why wouldn’t he stay there? Who was looking over him?

“I- I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe this. I’m so sorry Rocky” Zelia says was sadness prickling in her voice.

For the next two hours Zelia stays on the phone trying to calm Rocky down, and trying comfort him. Letting him cry and express his feelings. Zelia felt so bad, she wasn’t close to Apollo like Rocky was, she couldn’t share his deep grief with him. After that day Zelia was given a free season for a little while. Having to help rocky through his loss. The funeral for Apollo was sweet and simple but it was hard for Zelia to watch rocky in such distress.

A few weeks after the funeral Zelia sits at her desk enjoying her new free time. Rocky was doing better and so the time seems to be shifting for the better. Scrolling mindlessly through the tv she stops when she sees a press conference happening and it’s from Dragos press team. They challenge the champion Rocky to a fight, but it must be done down in Russia. Zelia is shocked, there is no way Rocky would wanna fight this man. The press team promised a long period of training time in Russia to prepare Rocky.

Zelia wanted to call rocky at the second asking about his feelings but she decided against it. Rocky is his own man and he can makes his own decisions. Anxiously she waits days for Rocky’s response to the challenge, fearing the same fate Apollo had to go through will befall Rocky. Finally Rocky comes out accepting the challenge and plans to leave for Russia the next week. Zelia didn’t receive a call or visit from rocky about her working for him so she assumes that he wants someone else. Zelia was surprised to see rocky at her door. Assuming it was a late ask for her help but it wasn’t

“I need you to come with me to Russia. Not as my doctor but as a friend. I need all the support I can get over there” he asks and Zelia knows she’d be happy to help but the thought of sharing a space with Paulie for a long period and of time, the thought alone makes her head hurt.

“You know I’d come in a heartbeat but I have work to do. I-“ she doesn’t get to finish her statement when Rocky interrupted her and his sounds almost desperate.

“We are in a nice cabin out of the countryside, no distractions and you can get your work done while I train.”

“Rocky I’ll come. I’ll just be in a hotel my work owns in the city. I’ll come by and over view your training. I just can’t stay with Paulie” Zelia reassured “I’ll show up to Russia a little bit after you do. I need to get things squared away at work”

Rocky smiles in relief and thanks her for agreeing to go. After he leaves Zelia heads straight to her phone and calls up her boss. Letting them know of her absence and a trip she’s gonna go on for a while. The boss understands and allows it but tells her how a job offer might come up while she’s gone.

“I’ll come back to work if someone asks for me I promise. “ She says through the phone while starting to pack a big suitcase for her upcoming trip.

Her boss gives the go ahead and the phone call ends. Zelia packs her clothes and other things to make sure she has absolute comfort. A couple days go past and rocky had already left for Russia and Zelia left for the cold country two days later. Zelia settles in the nice hotel her work sponsored. Looking at the note on her desk of where the cabin rocky is at she uses her rental car and heads down. It was decent drive, a little longer than what she is used to but not too bad. Once she shows up to the cabin Rocky is already outside on the porch.

“I hope you aren’t waiting on me” Zelia says getting out of the car. Rocky looks at her and smiles going down the wooden steps and goes out to give a hug.

“Nah just enjoying the fresh air” Rocky says breaking the hug.

The two catch up and rocky tells her of his training plan and the two construct a schedule. Zelia would come down three times a week to overview the training. While the two were talking Paulie walks out the front door and his face frowns when seeing Zelia.

“What’s this tramp doing here!?” Paulie exclaimed and a embarrassed Rocky looks back him.

“Nice to see you too Paulie” Zelia says sarcastically and takes it as her sign to go. “Okay I’ll see you in a day or two” she says and hugs Rocky goodbye. She heads back to her hotel and it’s late. Plopping on the bed she stars to dose off but the sharp ring of the hotel phone startles her.

“Hello?” Confusion leaving her tone, shocked to be getting a phone call.

“Mrs. Hamlie you are needed at Mr. Dragos Hotel” a woman said in a thick Russian accent.

“Drago?” Zelia asks now super confused.

“Yes.” She bluntly stated then told Zelia the address and room that Drago was in.

Zelia thinks it over and goes to his hotel. It’s much bigger and fancier. She goes to the the top floor and at the end of the hall a gold for with a small board with the word Drago on it. Zelia nervous walks up to it and lightly knocks on the door.



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The nurse of my dreams pt.3

(An Ivan Drago fanfic)

Zelia sits in front of her TV watching Ivan and Rocky swap blows left and right. Both boxers bloody and bruised. Zelia having mixed feelings on who to cheer for, but when she sees Ivan lose the fight she doesn’t know how to feel. She’s glad that Rocky won since he was working hard but she cared for Ivan and hated to see him lose. After the fight was fully over she called her boss stating she wasn’t gonna be taking the job, she’s gonna continue her “vacation” with nothing to worry about. Since the fight was over her boss allowed it. Zelia gave herself a few days to relax and pack.

When she finally arrived in Russia she stayed at the same hotel the last time she was there. She kept her ears sharp in the news to hear anything for Ivan’s whereabouts. She goes to the hotel Ivan was staying at but the front desk refused to give out information on the man. Growing desperate she offered money for the information but the people at the desk just yelled at her to leave. Zelia didn’t know what to do now.

She feels so lost when she goes around the town hoping maybe just running into him or hearing anything about him. She goes to the ice rink every day hoping to see him head to the gym. She even asked the gym staff if they knew anything but they too didn’t spill anything about it. Zelia constantly calls her Russian friends asking if they have any connections, but they don’t know how to help her. Zelia stayed glued to her tv when she wasn’t out looking for Ivan. She watched and prayed the news said a single thing about where Ivan was at.

Zelia stayed in Russia for two weeks constantly thinking of Ivan and ways to find him but one day she wakes up to find a letter that was pushed under her hotel door. The address was from a official sports building in Russia and Zelia was excited, hoping it was from Ivan. Sadly when she read the letter her joy was turned into fear. It was from the elite in Russia threatening her life if she kept looking for Ivan. They had thought that she was trying to take him back to America to be a boxer in America and they won’t allow that.

Fear arose in Zelia, she felt unsafe and watched thinking her death would happen at any second. She packed up her things and left. She kept the letter hoping to use it to maybe send letters to it hoping they sent them to Ivan. She was back home and felt sick to her stomach. She had thought it was from the guttural fear of her life being threatened, but low and behold she had found out she was pregnant.

Her and Ivan had slept together many times and they had slept together the last night they got together. She hadn’t planned on this and this also meant she couldn’t go to Russia for a while. So she dedicated herself to writing letters to Ivan once a month, recapping her life for him.

Zelia kept working but not very hard, only working at her desk and not going out and watching her clients anymore. She had told Rocky of her pregnancy but not of who the father was but Rocky did not judge. Once Zelia had given birth to her daughter, she had named her Ivanni Hamlie. Zelia took and sent many pictures of his daughter to Ivan but she never got a single letter back. Every time the phone rang she hoped it was Ivan, and if a car pulled into her driveway a small piece of her prayed it was Ivan finally showing up. Zelia did plan to tell her daughter of who her father was but they’d cross that bridge when they’d get there.

30 years later….

Zelia had raised Ivanni alone. She still sent letters to Ivan but only every three months. She focused her time on her daughter. Ivanni had been an ices skater for a while. She skated throughout high school and through her early adult life. Sadly Ivanni had gotten into street fights with her fellow competitors and she had gotten into boxing. Have Ivanni dropped ice skating all together, turning it into a hobby more than a profession. Ivanni had known who her father was for a few years and had accepted it and only viewed him as a father when she’s in the ring, and not at home.

Ivanni liked to shadow box Ivan’s matches, working and training herself half to death to try to live up to his strength. She knew how upset her mother was over the loss of her lover. The frustration she felt not knowing how to find the man. Ivanni had her mother as her permanent athletic doctor and her mother overviewed all her daughters training and sadly had taken Ivanni to the hospital multiple times for over exhaustion. The mother and daughter were openly friends with Rocky and his new predecessor Adonis Creed. Ivanni planned to be the female lightweight champion and she was getting closer and closer every fight she got.

One night while eating dinner the mother and daughter watching the TV and Zelia almost spits out her food when she hears the name Drago. She sees the news story of Ivan Dragos son Viktor Drago challenging Adonis creed. Zelia doesn’t know how to feel, all that happens is tears falling from her eyes but when she sees her daughter she quickly wipes away her tears and makes a rushed decision.

“I’m not even gonna bother with it” she grumbled and heads to the kitchen. Harshly dropping her plate into the kitchen and sobs escapes her lips. She is so confused on how to feel, her body physically shaking in frustration.

Ivanni goes down into her training area in the basement. She stayed down there for hours and just exerted her frustration onto the punching bag. She hated knowing how upset this made her mother, she wished Ivan just never showed back up. Her mother was so close to moving on but no, he just has to come back and not even for her!

Zelia decided to go and visit Rocky the next day and wanted to get her mind of Ivan. She made Rocky promise not to talk about the match the whole day. Her, Rocky, Adonis, his girlfriend and Ivanni went out to a big carnival to get the stress off. Ivanni and Adonis and his girl all enjoyed their time together. They rode all the rides and were having small competitions together on who can last the longest without getting sick. Rocky and Zelia played some of the carnival games having fun and trying to see who could get the biggest prize. The night was one to remember, just a easy breezy day to jus let lose and have fun. The group took a big group photo together, Rocky and Zelia took a picture together, Zelia and Ivanni took one, Rocky and Adonis. The group took many pictures together, showing off the prizes they’d won and food they’d yet to finish. Rocky had bought lots of copies of the pictures and that night he hung them up at his restaurant. Rocky wasn’t prepared for the next night to see Ivan at his restaurant staring at the pictures, fixating on Zelia.

Rocky and Ivan talked about the match and Rocky wasn’t having any interest with it. Ivan debated asking Rocky about Zelia but decided against it. He had gotten her address from her work and he planned to pay her a visit. So after meeting with Rocky he headed over to Zelia’s home. He was sorta surprised on how big her house was, he knew it was big but not that big. Nervously he rung the door bell and we awkwardly waited. It took a while but the door finally opened but it wasn’t Zelia, it was Ivanni. She was sweaty, only jsut finishing training when she opened the door. She was shocked to see Ivan but she played it cool and uncaring. Acting like she didn’t know who he was.

“Umm, my mom isn’t home right now. She’s out for work. Come back later” she stated in a fake confused tone.

“Oh, can you make sure she knows I came” Ivan asked, his Russian accent lighter now and all Ivanni did was nod and she quickly closed the door. She turned off the entrance lights hoping he gets the message to leave.

Ivan was stuck thinking about Ivanni. He didn’t know how to feel that the one woman he cared for never came back for him and then had a child with someone else. Her blonde hair and blue eyes scary looking to him. He looked up at the cracked ceiling of his motel room. The light snores of his son sleeping on the floor reeling the Russian back into reality.

“Who was at the door?”Zelia asked when Ivanni arrived at her door. Zelia kept her eyes glued to her paperwork on her desk.

“Ivan Drago” Ivanni deadpanned and Zelia snapped her head in panic towards her daughter.

“He’s not downstairs is he!?” She asked in worry.

“No, I told him you were busy and had him leave” a sigh of relief left Zelia and she put her head down on her desk.

“Thank you” she said and her daughter came up behind her and rubbed her back in reassurance.

Rocky had let Zelia know that he wasn’t gonna be at Adonis’s fight. His guilt and fear from his and Apollos fight scared him and he doesn’t wanna relive it. Zelia reassured and comforted Rocky about it and told him how his response to this whole ordeal was normal. She promised to watch the match on TV with him to help him through the match. Rocky appreciates the offer but he stated he doesn’t even think he’ll watch the match, and Zelia understands.

When the night of Adonis and Viktors match happened, Zelia was busy at Ivanni’s match. Ivanni was having a small bit of trouble but won due to Knockout and Zelia was so proud of her daughter. While her daughter was getting washed up she had found out the news of Adonis losing the fight and cracking his ribs. So when her and Ivanni get home they send Adonis and his new wife a card wishing the fighter well.

A few nights after Adonis and Viktors fight, Ivanni was down training and Zelia was cooking dinner. She was thinking about Zelia’s next fight knowing it was a big match. If she were to beat this next woman, Ivanni would be heading off to challenge the lightweight champion. The sound of the doorbell ringing cut Zelia from her thoughts and she wiped her hands off and went to the door. She expected it to be Rocky wanting to talk about the match, but her core shook when she saw Ivan at her door step.

“Ivan. What are you doing here?” She asked flustered and nervous to be facing him.

“To see you” he stated, Zelia shocked to hear his voice once again, his accent had dwindled but his English was better, but his response kinda pissed her off.

“Don’t you have a victory to celebrate or something, I’m super busy” she said looking away from the man not knowing what to say.

“I just wanna know something, why didn’t you come back?” He asked in a desperate but hurt tone.

“What are you talking about!? I did! I didn’t know how to find you. I looked and looked but eventually my LIFE was threatened for looking for you” she lets out letting tears swell in her eyes. Ivan clearly taken aback by her statement. For years he had thought she’d abandoned him and never tried.

“Who you talking to mom?” Ivanni asked heading up the stairs and Zelia quickly pushed Ivan back and stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

“You have a daughter” Ivan stated in a accusing tone and this made Zelia a little offended.

“Yea, and you have a son” she replied in a bitter tone.

“How old is she?” He asked wanting to lighten the mood, at this point Zelia had noticed Viktor was sitting in the car in the driveway and she finally looked at Ivan.

“29” she stated shortly and this snapped something in Ivan.

“You went with different guy right after me! How could you!?” Ivan accused and this made Zelia wanna punch him.

“You can’t even talk! You have a son and I know he isn’t mine! And don’t you dare get mad at me, I wouldn’t do that to you! That is your daughter in there!” Zelia shouted pointing at the door and Ivan’s face dropped.

“Wait, you’re being serious right?” Ivan questioned in a soft and scared tone. He wouldn’t even imagine having a daughter, and the thought of his son having a sibling made his heart soften.

“Yes! Now leave, I can’t spend more time worrying about you. I’ve done enough of that for thirty years” she let out an exasperated sigh and opened the door and went to shut it behind her but let out “goodnight Ivan” before she fully shut the door.

She stormed up the steps and didn’t even notice Ivanni at the bottom of the steps. Once Ivanni heard the door of her moms office slam she ran out the door and stopped Ivan before pulling out of the drive way. He rolled down his window and anxiously looked at Ivanni.

“Hey” she spoke to him in Russian and this landed a slightly shocked brow from both Ivan and Viktor “I know she seemed really upset but I know she’ll warm back up if you visit her more, so you should come to dinner tomorrow at 6” she asked and Ivan nodded and that’s all Ivanni needed and she waved him goodbye before running back into the house. She knew it was wrong to set up a dinner party without her mom knowing, and with a man she most definitely did not want to see at the moment, but Ivanni doesn’t want this to eat her up inside so she wants this whole situation fixed already.

(Stay tuned for part 4 😌)

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