March 2003
She laid there on the bed, her ears perked up quietly listening carefully to the sounds around her, wondering of it all. Wondering if this was the end of her life or just the beginning. It couldn't be the end already. Could it?
Three years have had passed and the whirlwind of it all had taken her to levels she would have never imagined. Today, today was quite possibly the last day where she would ever step down from that squared circle. Last time ever she locked up with an opponent of either gender and prepared to take her body to the limit. It was the hardest decision she ever had to make.
Her brain child, The Green Weasel was a living legend, a Green Goddess, as she became known the past year. It was all she knew, all she had wanted to know. But now was the time where she stepped away and went her own way to prepare for the life that had so brutally kept her down. That was until the day her savior came along.
It was no longer history but her story and Her story would shock anyone, shrouded with the mystery she inherited upon first entering the business to the secrets that slowly came to light. It was all a part of the game, a game that she played well.
She sat up at the edge of her bed, crossing her legs, and turned her head to stare out the window as the full moon began to rise overhead. She listened to the sounds of her sleeping son in the toddler bed beside her own and smiled. Her name may be a legacy. But so was the story of her life, a life that restrained her to be roughly aware of realities; the life that she still tries to live.
She laid there on the bed, her ears perked up quietly listening carefully to the sounds around her, wondering of it all. Wondering if this was the end of her life or just the beginning. It couldn't be the end already. Could it?
Three years have had passed and the whirlwind of it all had taken her to levels she would have never imagined. Today, today was quite possibly the last day where she would ever step down from that squared circle. Last time ever she locked up with an opponent of either gender and prepared to take her body to the limit. It was the hardest decision she ever had to make.
Her brain child, The Green Weasel was a living legend, a Green Goddess, as she became known the past year. It was all she knew, all she had wanted to know. But now was the time where she stepped away and went her own way to prepare for the life that had so brutally kept her down. That was until the day her savior came along.
It was no longer history but her story and Her story would shock anyone, shrouded with the mystery she inherited upon first entering the business to the secrets that slowly came to light. It was all a part of the game, a game that she played well.
She sat up at the edge of her bed, crossing her legs, and turned her head to stare out the window as the full moon began to rise overhead. She listened to the sounds of her sleeping son in the toddler bed beside her own and smiled. Her name may be a legacy. But so was the story of her life, a life that restrained her to be roughly aware of realities; the life that she still tries to live.
