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The girl walked toward the double door guarded by an African-American woman. The woman turned and glanced at her when they were standing shoulder to shoulder. The girl, wearing a white, thin T-shirt and jean bummed fist with the women and went in to the dark passage.

Through the second door, music and drinks welcomed her. A two men band played soft lounge on stage at the right, and only a skeleton was running the circular bar table. The girl sat down on the bar table closest to the door she just came in and ordered a chill lemon water with a piece of fresh mint. The bartender nodded ever so slightly and went fetching her the fresh mint.

The light dimmed down as the groovy music turned into a slow jam with the audience. The girl couldn't bear just sitting there waiting for her lemon water. She was sure what was her's would eventually arrive, but she also had a feeling that she would have to wait for an awfully long time. She looked around, finding something to remind her of this place's past. Memory didn't come easily. Not for her.

Years ago, this place, this club, was where she had the proudest moment of her life. Once a professional wrestler, she scored hits and kicks on girls in her weight class. It was not easy then. The trainer she had was tough on her, and her father, her only family had went into rehab because of his long-standing drinking abuse.

Basically, she fought for herself for that period of time. It was a hell of exercise to control her rage and all that anger. The hitting and kicking didn't do the trick to relive her suppressed emotions, but the cheers under the stage.

That guard out there, she was once the girl's toughest opponent. She didn't break no matter how many hard blow the girl gave her at face value, and she didn't react well to take down either. These matter nothing to them as the fight club closed down, and subsequently they were out of the wrestling life.

The girl was standing by the stage, listening to the music. This was her stage, a box that locked her and her opponent, causing them to fight at the beginning and hug at the end. She loved every single second that had eclipsed, but they were the memories she could not recall in the spark of the match. Too many hit on the head.

She was famous back then, back when folks would come down from around the country to see her wrestle. It was never her attention to top the rank in the female group, but she did it anyway. And when she ate defeat in the face or the leg, she was never sad.

People remember her by her smile and her craze. She looked good on camera. Short blond hair and lovely blue eyes, white complexion with a bit of tanned skin. People loved taking photo with her, and she loved her fans. She was the star to them in million ways, and she responded to the their support in showmanship.

The fights had never been dull for the girl. She was strong, stronger than anyone in her weight class. She could take down anyone she like if she wanted to. She never abuse her natural strength though, mostly because her stamina could not keep up with her energy spending.

She used to jump around a lot, walking the walks, moving the moves. Her fists followed where her eyes went, and that led her to many sorrow matches where she suffered more than a hooked trout.

The crowd slowly went away. The music was over and her lemon water with fresh mint hadn't arrived yet. The girl sat under the spotlight and closed her eyes. She could hear the cheers and the roars and the announcers voice, as if she was fighting again. The announcer was about to read out the judge's unanimous decision, and then, snap, the guard snapped her fingers at her ears and startled her. It was gone, everything she had known was no longer there.

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