Post by Karari Makelah on Jul 3, 2017 13:33:01 GMT -5
October 1, 2005
I was sitting in a hotel in Little Rock. MY home in New Orleans was destroyed. Katrina...was lucky I got out when I did. I almost never made it. I was pacing the floor. The phone was silent and that was not good. I needed good news after over a month of bad news. I also needed to start training. MMA and wrestling was my calling, but Katrina is holding me back in more ways than one.The phone finally rang and I was hoping that it was good....hoping that the news could make me smile....
"Miss Anderson?"
"This is her."
"This is Officer Morris with the sheriff office. I don't know how to say this...your parents home was underwater."
"Did they make it out alive?"
The phone fell silent.
"Dear god no..."
"I am so sorry Rari. I don't know what to say..."
"It's ok. I now need to plan the burials of my parents."
I hung up the phone, wiping a tear from my face. My dreams will have to be put on hold while I bury my parents. Katrina...taking so many things from people. Damn, at only eighteen as well. I am all that is left, with a lot to prove.
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July 2, 2017
AFTER THE AFI MATCH
I was sitting in my locker room. A small place, and shared with a few of the girls but it was a quiet place overall. I made it. Finally, my dream was becoming a reality. There was a lot to be said for my resolve, but this was something I needed to do. This was something I had to do. I looked down at my wrist, a small tattoo below my thumb. It was a ring...my parent's wedding ring. It was the only thing saved from their house in 2005 and I was not taking such a valuable keepsake on the road with me. I rubbed the tattoo once or twice, smiling to myself.
"I did it, guys. Sweet sixteen in the tournament. I know that you both are watching me, and how proud you both must be of me. Hell, you both were proud of me when I told you this was my passion."
I then got a text message on my phone. It was from my manager Leon. The boy sure was fast at keeping me informed. I looked down to see what it said.
'Next Opponent: Julianna DiMaria. WCG Wrestler'
A smirk crossed my face. I then quickly sent him a text back.
'Home to NOLA late tonight. Did trainer set up?'
I took a quick sigh, trying to get my breath from the match before.
"Never a dull day in the wrestling world."
I sent the text back to him and started sliding off my elbow and knee pads. I needed to get done here in the arena and get back home as soon as possible. The phone went off again and I looked at the message.
'Will be ready Wednesday morning at six.'
I just smirked again.
"Perfect. Julianna is getting a new level of Rari come next show."
I finished taking off my gear and headed for the showers. I was ready. I was on a new level.
I have a lot to prove.