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| The Origin of a Death Dealer - Karari | |
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| Deaths Dragons | Jul 24 2017, 10:21 PM Post #1 |
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Hello, one and all. MY name is Karari Anderson, but most in the wrestling world know me as Karari Makelah. I have kept my story very secret. I have had my reasons, but I think it is now time I share my story. How I came to be The Death Dealer and part of Death's Dragons with Ricky Molaroni. My childhood was a rather interesting one. I was an only child, so I got spoiled. Even though I really didn't want to be, my parents were always so awesome to me. They supported me in everything. I was in the band, playing the drums starting in the seventh grade. I was also in colour guard and my mom was especially supportive. My passion though? Wrestling. I was nine when my dad took me to my first show. To see the stories unfold in front of my eyes, that is what drew me in. I didn't have a favourite wrestler nor story. Each one drew me in for a different reason. Since that age, I knew then and there that this was my calling. I did whatever I had to in order for me to go to shows. Chores for my parents, help friends with their chores, anything. I managed to go to as many shows as possible while keeping up my grades and did everything for band and colour guard.The next nine years of my life were wrestling shows, band and colour guard. My life was normal as could be then.... Then Hurricane Katrina happened. Eighteen was the worst year for me. The hurricane hit and it hit hard. My parents sent me with friends to Missouri, they wanted to stay with the house. It was the worst decision in my eyes they could ever make. I got the call, and the sheriff tore my heart out of my chest. Eighteen years of age was when my parents passed on from this world. I stopped everything. Wrestling training, my work as a song writer is what saved me. My heart went into notebooks and a guitar. I hadn't really picked up guitar long before they passed and it was the only thing I had after Katrina hit. It was the thing that saved me. I never loved anyone ever. My dating life was never really that. It was just dinner and a drink and sex. That was it. The thing with love? I wasn't really one for it. MY life after Katrina was rebuilding and making sure that I had a safe place. Some call it being a loner. After the last 12 years of rebuilding? I call it knowing and studying people. There is much more to my story. You will find out about it over time. For now? I hope you all understand my mind at least a little bit. |
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