(Aleksei has insisted I start a journal. He says I have a good fanbase and that I am the only person in the family who can write English better than most Americans. I think when he uses words like fanbase he sounds like a stupid fool, but what else is new. He bought me a cell phone that has way too many options and tells me to take a moment to quit training every day and write. I don’t think he knows what he is getting into.)
Day One: Mexico City
Also known as City of Palaces or City of Hope
Population: Way too many people.
Size: Way too big.
Fun Fact: The city was built on a lake and is constantly sinking. It has sunk 30 feet in the last hundred years.
We have arrived in Mexico City. The city is big, stinky and filled with people who accidently bump into me. It is day one of our great South American tour and already I miss Vegas. At least I have match this Sunday.
Day Two: Somewhere outside Guatemala City
We are stopped in the parking lot of some seedy hotel off the PanAmerican Highway. Aleksei thought we should stop because there was a party going on. Ends up it is a wedding but big stupid head does not care. So the boys are crashing the party while I try to train.
Strange thing happened to me in the city. We were stopping for drinks when a mumbling hobo grabbed me and looked at me as if he knew me. Then he said “Fordlandia” and ran off. The word sticks in my head like it has spikes and I can’t shake it.
Day Three: The Panama Canal
My brother has spent the last thirty minutes trying to communicate with the passengers of a cruise ship. I think he is trying to get them to show him their breast. He is an idiot. I have decided that I am not sharing space with him anymore. So I have decided his old trailer has become my new trailer for this trip. He can sleep with the Lions. I have taken all his clothes, his collection of lady undergarments and his mountains of booze over to the fancy new trailer. Let the boys have their fun. I have match to prepare for.
Loki agrees and has spotted an old electronics store nearby. We are going to buy some monitors. I have three fighters to keep my eye on.
Day Four: Somewhere in the jungles of Columbia
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The camera turns on and we see that Karina is sitting in the cleaned out trailer that use to belong to Aleksei. Gone is the chaos and trash. It has be replaced by mostly empty spaces except for a small group of monitors that are set up on the table. Match highlights from Roxanne, Necra and Amy Marshall play in the background. A storm rages outside the trailer.
Karina: It appears we are lost. My driver is good man but is not use to roads of South America. We turned left when we should have gone right, then the rain came. We have been wandering for a while now. Loki says we will be okay but I know these jungles. I have been down these roads.
So if we are about to go down in some crazy mudslide or other terrible fate, I have some closing thoughts.
Karina lifts off her hood and stares right at the camera.
Karina: To my brothers I will say simply this...you are all idiots. That is all.
And to the three ladies that I am set to face this Sunday. If I don’t make it to the match I want to say how sad I am not to have broken each and every one of you in the ring. I watch the tapes of how you fight and all of you have talent in your own ways. I was looking forward to battle....but there is something bothering me....
Outside the ring you three make no sense. How sad is your group when Amy Marshall is the most grounded. We have a woman who claims to be the goddess of death and Roxanne who has built up this whole little sad life where she is the dark and deadly Mistress. But none of this is new. You ladies have been around for awhile and have never made much of the sense. To be honest most of the roster makes little sense..but this is what bothers me.
But now you come out and call yourself Sisters of Light. That is quite the strong name you have. Quite a statement you try to make. First of all your lot are not sisters. Less than a month ago you were not even friends. But then Eric Staggs starts a revolution and finds three ladies desperate enough to join up, and you get called a team. You are not a team and you are not family. You are simply minions to some jerk on ego trip. All three of you women claim to be strong. You take on titles of power and respect. You demand to be called goddess, or Mistress yet in the end you answer to a MAN.
Karina laughs more than one would expect after such a comment but a loud crack of thunder causes her to stop. The camper has stopped as well. A gruff voice in Romanian says something and Karina narrows her eyes.
Karina: I am told big tree is in the way. So now we try to figure this mess up but I have one more thing to say if this is to be my last rites. Eric Staggs is a snake in the grass. He is a grifter. I am Romani I know these things and this man is nothing but a grifter. This is coming from a lady who would love nothing more than to smack Mark Ward around like little bitch, but that does not change who Eric is. He speaks of revolution and liberation but all he has done was get a bunch of whiney children and convinced them they deserve better. I don’t trust him and if these “Sisters” were real fighters they would get away from that man quick. Now if you don’t mind I am going to try to move a tree or find shelter...I refuse to die in my brothers crap camper.
Karina looks to her right and nods her head to Loki. She turns off the camera.
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Day Five: Crossing into Venezuela
I LIVE!
When my brother talks about Romani luck he is not joking. Myself and Loki are fine. Our driver is fine. The camper is not so fine but at least I was able to get my bike off the back of it before it was washed up by surprise river. My brother and his fancy tour bus is fine, they crossed the border a few hours ago. Now it is just me, my bike and my computer. To be honest I prefer it that way.
Going back to Venezuela is odd. I have a year of my life that I spent in South America but I remember very little. Venezuela is the part that is less foggy. I came here for a man the first time, now I come to this country for much better reasons. Will send out another video blog when I get into town.
Day Six: Outside Caracas, Venezuela
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The video cuts into a strange site. A vast cave of concrete filled with tents and homes made from cardboard and fabric. As the camera pans out we see that this is not a cave at all but the inside of an abandoned skyscraper. Well at least abandoned by the original builders. The space appears to be reclaimed by hundreds of squatters. The camera finishes its pan to see that it is Karina holding her computer. She smiles.
Karina: This is called Tower of David. It is abandoned building that now belongs to the people. Back before I lived here for three months and had great times. I thought it would be nice place to tell fans what is going on.
Karina sets the computer down in a place where it has a good view of her. She stands with her purple and black hoody on. Various people walk around in this city within the city of Caracas.
Karina: The last time I was here I was a pickpocket and small criminal. Back then I did not want to be anyone’s hero or anyone’s anything. I was just living life and running from chaos. I have lived many lives since then and things change. I have found reason to change.
Someone once asked me if I thought I was a hero and I told them that I was not one yet, but I think I could be. I see now that I have gifts that can be used to be that person. When I meet fans I can see it on their faces. I read many things in peoples faces and with a little help I now see the good in most of what I see.
So now I am thinking I can be hero for these fans. These people who watch me in the ring and root for me. I can take their expectations and go even beyond them. I can do more than win a few matches. I can prove that anyone can be a hero or a champion.
And so it comes to this Sunday. Three women have gathered together to call themselves “Sisters”. They say they come from the light but I don’t think they fool anyone. They are talented fighters that think they deserve the world. They are bound together for selfish gains and I can see in their eyes they will do anything to win.
I see now that this is the first step towards becoming a hero. I am going to go to war with these women and expose them for what they are. The first match I am given two allies. I will not pretend to know these women or call them sisters. They are good fighters though and I will lead them to victory. They will have my support from the moment the bell rings until each Sister of Light is broken. My hope is as a team we do this thing, but if I have to I will take each woman down on my own.
Karina takes a deep breath, her right hand shaking a little. She looks off camera and smiles to her invisible partner in crime.
Karina: Roxanne, you say I am the ripoff of Kitty. You know what I think. You are cheap ripoff of Misty. Both of you think you are queen of the world, the only difference is Misty is better at doing something beyond words. Kitty was a real bad ass chick, you would be lucky to be as good a fighter as her. You say you don’t bow to anyone, but I will bring you to your knees.
Necra, you are a crazy lady and I like that about you. Not to mention you are decent fighter in the ring. I look forward to facing you. I hope it happens on Sunday but don’t worry we will have plenty of chances. I know what it is like to loose a title. Out of desperation you will make some foolish choices and so you have. You have put yourself under the control of a snake but hey that is fine. Either way, a fight is a fight no matter what brought us to the ring together. You are still just a human who can be broken. You have joints that I can bend and pressure points that I can use to make you cry out to your dark gods. So as they say, let us do this thing.
That leaves Amy, a brat princess going to war that is way beyond her depth. Being a hero should be about fighting good fight and that is true. Yet a hero should have a little fun from time to time. That is why it is so good you are in this match because beating you will be a whole lot of fun. Making you cry for mercy. It is like icing on cake.
So that is what I wanted to say. I wanted to let you fans know that I am going to become your hero. For every person who thinks a little different or just the people that like watching me kick the asses...I will be your hero. It starts this Sunday and it won’t end until I am champion. Welcome to the journey.
Karina smiles after saying that and looks around her. A small group of children have gathered to watch her. She makes a silly face at them and grins. She walks over to the computer to turn it off.
