We are all born in someone elses blood. We come into this world kicking and screaming at the cost of someone elses pain. I am no different from you in this case. However, I was born more than once in someone elses blood.

It is like a bad dream that I relive over and over in my dreams. The screams are always on my mind, every time I’m sent out to do what I was born to do, I think of this time. It was a day like any other, one that ended in the loss of my mother. I remember the sun beating down on my blonde hair and the wind whistling through the trees. I was outside while my mother attended to my baby brother inside. Everything changed the moment the front door opened and I could hear my mothers scream. She had been unfaithful to the next in line of the mafia, my father. My baby brother was a disgrace to us and once news spread to my father it was all done. My mother had slept with someone outside of the Mafia, someone against us. She became pregnant and lied to my father's ears day in and out. It wasn't her fault, she was a loving caring women from what I remember, she just had one downfall. Love. She fell in love with the wrong man and fell into a life of crime and hate. When my brother was conceived she planned to leave and never return. She was going to turn us into the police and take me and my brother away from this life. One knife changed all that.

I had ran into the house after the scream and hid behind the door as my father and his men pinned my mother to the bed. I could hear the screams from my brothers crib only a foot away from my mother. She begged for her life and her son. I watched my father yell in her face and his men smile at the blade touching her neck. I was a child who was told to stay away, what more could I have done other than watch the cold blade cut through my mothers neck and her blood spill and stain the sheets. She was a trader to us now and by being so the punishment was life, as taken in a violent way. All life left her body and her muscles stiffened.

What about the baby? You aren't going to let it live are you? His mother is dead and we ain't taking care of some outsider. Killing it will be a mercy.

I heard the words called out from my uncle, of all people it had to be him. He bent over the cradle and I covered my mouth in a desperate attempt to not give away my position behind the door. I closed my eyes for a moment after seeing the sight of my baby brother being held down, screaming for our mother.

[i]Stop.[/i]

My fathers voice was the reason my eyes opened and I continued to watch. He walked over to my brother and let the bloody blade slide over his innocent face. A baby, something not born into the world with hate or anger. Something born from blood into a world full of hate.

Leave him. If someone finds him then they can take care of him. Just because he isn't mine doesn't mean he needs to die. He could be the only one who made it out of this.

It was the only life I've ever seen my father spare. He took the child in his arms and put him on the bed next to my mothers body. I was only 10 but I knew not to disobey or I would join my mother in that kingdom in the sky. My father turned to the door and I ran, I ran as fast as I could to my room and sat on the grown. You wouldn't see a tear in my eye as my father walked in with his men, grabbing me by the wrist, and removing me from the soon to be crime scene. This was the last day I saw my mother.

Months passed by before my father walked in with a baby in a blanket. He sat him next to me on the bed and sighed. "We are short on men" he said looking over at me and then looking at the child. It was my brother. "He can be used for a meat shield if anything." That moment he left the child with me and left for another hit. I watched for my brother from that moment and promised I wouldn't let him just be left for dead.

A year passed and my brother and I were left at home alone. I was now 12 while my brother was about 1 and a half. Again, any normal day until the door swung open to my drunken uncle and his bottle of whiskey. The pain would start again as my brother was ripped from my hands and tossed to the wall. I fought back this time...Big mistake. He took me in his hands and pushed me onto the bed. My pants were the first to go and he jerked at my panties. I cried and screamed, I knew what was going to come and my father wasn't here to protect me.

Stay still.

No!

I pulled the light from a table near by and hit my uncle over the head with it. His body fell to the ground and I grabbed my brother and ran to my room. We cowered in the corner crying before I heard my uncles foot steps above us. He was coming down to my room and he would kill us both for our defiance. I had to stop him...There was only one way to do that.

Lil bitch.

His voice called out but I had pulled something from my father's bed before leaving his room. A gun. My uncle came down the stairs and smiled. I couldn't scream, words couldn't form the pain in my chest and feeling in my gut. He lunged for me and my brother and I sent one...two three...four...five...six shots into his chest. He fell to the ground and his blood ran to my feet. My brother cried loudly as blood splashed onto my face and mixed with tears. I was just a kid and I had killed family.


Being in the Mafia it doesn't matter the reason, killing family or another member who was male resulted in death by default. I shot and killed my uncle in cold blood and I knew I was next. I was 12 and scared...I didn't want to die. I stood up and picked my brother up from the ground. Together we looked down at the body before I told him to look at the corner. I was a daddys girl, I was just like him...So I wasn't going to let anyone kill me.

Turn around Calab. Close your eyes and cover your ears.

He did as directed but turned to watch what older sister was doing. I closed my eyes, put the barrel in my mouth and bit down on it, said a prayer, and pulled the trigger. Everything went dark, like blowing out a candle, but I could hear four words ring in the darkness.

I love you sissy...


We are all born in blood, that is something you and I have in common. I was born in death and blood...That is my difference from you.

Of course I lived or I wouldn't be able to tell you this story. I hesitated and in one second moved the barrel to the side of my mouth causing the bullet to pass through my cheek simple and clean. The initial shock was what had knocked me out and I woke up in my bed with my uncle still on the floor and my father over me. We lived in a place where gun shots were normal and no one called it in due to everyone else being afraid of being searched. We all had secrets here but mine are now the biggest ones.




Pain. The question is can you tolerate it? Can you let it consume you and overcome it? Pain is a mere feeling that you can control, it is a mind over matter situation. Pain is simple to stop, just don't think about it. When it comes to pain the question isn't can you pass through it but can you feel pain. You're wrestling so you must have a thing for pain, maybe it turns you on, maybe it is just your way of personal torture. You can't go into wrestling thinking it will be as easy as fixing some mac and cheese. You have to know pain comes with the gig and baby let me tell you pain is my expertise.

I am not going to come out and say I feel no pain or I can't feel anything. I am going to say that it takes a lot to make me feel pain and you want to know why that is lucky little seven? Because I've had so much pain rush in and out of my body that I should be dead by now. Pain is part of my everyday processes so pain isn't my weakness but more to be said is my partner. I've learned to overcome pain and the reason for that is so I can cause it.

A sly smile forms on my face as I push to my knees. It isn't known where I am other than the fact that I am on a bed in a very bright atmosphere. My smile fades to a mere smirk and I continue.

I can cause a lot of pain to people. Things that used to hurt me I use as motivation and add on to them to make them even more painful. I still remember the feeling of normal pain you see and I know how to make something simple as a broken finger hurt a lot more than it should. Pain is your main goal in the ring because with pain you can control a person. A person will beg you stop just to make the pain stop, they will plead with you and some will go as far as bargaining. Yes, being able to cause pain allows you to be the controller of just about anything. It feeds to my question of if I feel less pain and can cause it how long will you last Lucky 7? Maybe 30 seconds? Probably not even that long considering the match you were so fortunate to have with me is X-treme Rules.

Lucky 7, it looks like you aren't that lucky after all are you doll? Fighting has been my life since day one and I don't just mean fist to fist, I mean life all together. In a way you could say I am a soldier while you are just a number that people barely see at a slot machine. Let's see, you are reckless correct? You are basically playing cards without the full deck. Reckless doesn't go well with people like me when it comes to fights. It's almost like bringing a knife to a gunfight, you are going to end up with so many holes in you that people will think you are Swiss cheese. Believe me buttercup it is going to take a lot more than having a 7 and lucky in your name if you want to come in with a win or even come out alive.

You know I couldn't help looking over a few things after you asked for this fight. One of them is who your managers are. Ok, so "The Mysterious and Handsome Stranger" cute name but not really threatening unless you're trying to get chicks to wet their panties and in that case the only threat he would be is to the seats. As for Miss Fortune, did you or her come up with that because this isn't League of Legends, it's real life buddy. Looking over your contract and what I could get my little hands on you look like a fool. From the manger names to just your over all get up you are about as threatening as a baby toucan.

Laughs mixed in with the baby toucan remark.

Also you are a cheater huh, most people I know that cheat end up missing if they even attempt to cheat. You know they say cheaters never win right? People who know how to trick the mind on the other hand, those people really get up in this world. Let me make this simple for you little one if you even attempt to sell me out with a cheating shot I will snap your neck in the middle of the ring, dig me swag ? My kind don't take liers, traders, or cheaters very lightly. Like I said most of those kind of people end up missing and you really don't want to be M.I.A after your first week here do you? Also are you trying to be a bird with all the flying? You know I'm pretty sure you are just being pushed out of the nest and don't know how to fly yet so if I were you I would watch my wings. You don't want a fox to some in and ding your wing so you can't fly. Then again fly as much as you want because if you are ever are on the ground long enough for me to get my hands on you then it's bye bye birdy.

As for myself.

I let out a dervish taunt and smile as I look over my nails.

I enjoy the submission aspect. There's just something so freeing about watching a grown man beg me to let him go before I break something. Let me save you some time in doing research on me, I'm a Submission specialist who doesn't mind getting her hands dirty. Violence is my life and in the ring it will be the reason to my victory. Another reason to my victory is I’m also some what of a perfectionist when it comes to my art of wrestling. I will try the damnest to land something so perfect that it not only looks great on camera but also leaves a lot more than a bruise. I really enjoy getting in your head and finding out what makes you tick and if I can get you mad in ring it makes things so much more fun for me. Over all I am just here to kick everyone's ass and show that I'm better than little boys like you. I also am just kind of here for a little extra cash in the bank because gas is not getting cheaper. Over all I am someone that everyone here should keep an eye on and someone who will have a lot of attention after I kick your ass. I like eyes on me and you fed me the attention I needed when asking for our match.

Smiling, I lean forward and lay down on the bed.

I have a few cards up my sleeve lucky 7 and a few friends that would come as a surprise to you. Over all I have every advantage while your advantages are some guy and a girl out of a computer game. I would not only watch me but watch your surroundings, you never know who might be watching you. It's my time to shine and that starts with winning this little extreme rules match with you. See you soon sucky 7.