Post by Isabella Verratti on Oct 13, 2018 15:14:57 GMT
We see a standard episode of LAW television happening in the LAW arena in Boyle Heights, LA. Cameras pan backwards to pull behind the curtain and see a beautiful brunette standing there with her arms folded, fixated on the monitors. She wears a studded black leather jacket and a bright red crop top with skinny jeans ripped at the knees and black boots. A sparkle in her eye, Isabella Verratti watches as the matches go on for the night. After a while, she glances over at the camera and can’t hide the joy in her face, speaking with her elegant Italian accent.
“It is still so... questo è mozzafiato! I just can’t seem to wrap my mind around the fact that I have made it this far! To be here with the Lethal Angels is the biggest stage I have ever performed on. But do not let my excitement fool you. I am Isabella Verratti dí Firenze. I was born to perform.”
Isabella looks back towards the monitors as she continues to talk, but obviously not watching them anymore as she drifts into her own mind.
“When I was a little girl, I can never forget... I always knew I could do more than other children, but I did not understand how much. Run along a wall. Dive through a gap. Swing between two platforms. I would simply see myself doing something in my mind and I would do it. They did not like playing ce l’hai with me... I believe you call it ‘tag’... because they could only rarely catch me.” She places her fingers briefly over her lips as she giggles at the memory. “We would play through the city streets from the moment our parents would let us out until they called us home for supper. And it was one night when I was only eleven years old during supper that my life changed forever. My family did not have much, but my momma and poppa, they always took care of me. When I left the table, my belly was full. Always. And at first I did not realize how much they had sacrificed to make this so until one night I realized momma wasn’t eating anything. She was getting sick.”
Isabella seems to choke for a second, remembering the time. She takes a deep breath and continues.
“Polmonite. I do not know what you call it here. But she needed medicine. But to me I just saw that she was not eating while I had a full plate. I tried all night to give her my food but she refused to take it from me or poppa because he needed his strength for work. So the next day, I made a choice. I saw a stand in the street with a family selling groceries and a fresh loaf of bread sat on the edge. When the man wasn’t looking, I stole the bread and ran. He chased after me and I used everything I knew to get away, to the point that I saw an open window on the second floor of a building and hopped up from a crate in the street. I used the traction of my feet and my free hand to quickly climb the side of the building and into the window to escape, but trapped myself inside by doing so. The man came in the door of the building and found me curled in a corner clutching my prize to my chest with all that I had. He demanded that I give him the bread or he would have the police come and take me away. I just cried and told him about momma. She wasn’t eating because we did not have enough food for everyone. She was coughing a lot. And I was trying to help. After I told him my story and my tears had soaked into the loaf of bread, he took my hand and led me back to his stand where he gave me a bag full of fruits and vegetables before placing the loaf of bread on top and then he told me something I have never forgotten. Roughly translated, he said ‘Little one, to care for those you love is always good. But you have a gift. Help them by running towards something, not stealing and running away.’”
She dabs at her eye with her index finger to prevent tears from running.
“His kindness meant we could all eat that night. But momma was still sick. And the next day, I listened to his advice. I spent the next several days doing what I could to draw a crowd. I told them that I would run any obstacle course they could put together with whatever was around if they donated some money into the cup I would set on the street corner. I leapt over crates and cans, swung from bannister poles, flipped over barrels. Whatever goal they set for me, I ran towards it with all my might. And despite a thief stealing my cup one day, I managed to raise the money for momma’s medicine. And just a few weeks ago, she was here to watch my debut match here in LAW.”
Still adrift in her memories, Isabella smiles with pure happiness.
“And it was in that time that I ran those courses where I discovered how much I loved the sound of a crowd. How much I loved to perform. And I kept doing it. Eventually discovering my flexibility as well and performing more and more elaborate stunts and shows to provide for my family. I would get invited to performances and began to actually draw crowds with my name alone, a fact that still leaves me in a state of shock. I would hit backflip after handspring after contortionist position after walking handstand after aerial corkscrew after tightrope after trapeze until I eventually became known by my nickname, ‘The Perfect Storm’. This went until I was sixteen years old. The day I discovered professional wrestling and I knew what my life was meant for. So I began learning English and when I was eighteen, I left home to train under Daria McKenna in San Francisco who herself had learned from Vivian Marshall of Valiant Wrestling fame. Since that day, I have lived my life running towards something like the kind man told me to. I ran towards my dream to be a wrestler. Then I ran towards my love for the industry these last couple of years on the independent scene. And now I am running towards becoming the top champion here in LAW.”
Full of fire and still with a twinkle in her eye, Isabella stands tall and proud as she faces the camera.
“The Perfect Storm has come to strike like lightning. And her name is Isabella.”
“It is still so... questo è mozzafiato! I just can’t seem to wrap my mind around the fact that I have made it this far! To be here with the Lethal Angels is the biggest stage I have ever performed on. But do not let my excitement fool you. I am Isabella Verratti dí Firenze. I was born to perform.”
Isabella looks back towards the monitors as she continues to talk, but obviously not watching them anymore as she drifts into her own mind.
“When I was a little girl, I can never forget... I always knew I could do more than other children, but I did not understand how much. Run along a wall. Dive through a gap. Swing between two platforms. I would simply see myself doing something in my mind and I would do it. They did not like playing ce l’hai with me... I believe you call it ‘tag’... because they could only rarely catch me.” She places her fingers briefly over her lips as she giggles at the memory. “We would play through the city streets from the moment our parents would let us out until they called us home for supper. And it was one night when I was only eleven years old during supper that my life changed forever. My family did not have much, but my momma and poppa, they always took care of me. When I left the table, my belly was full. Always. And at first I did not realize how much they had sacrificed to make this so until one night I realized momma wasn’t eating anything. She was getting sick.”
Isabella seems to choke for a second, remembering the time. She takes a deep breath and continues.
“Polmonite. I do not know what you call it here. But she needed medicine. But to me I just saw that she was not eating while I had a full plate. I tried all night to give her my food but she refused to take it from me or poppa because he needed his strength for work. So the next day, I made a choice. I saw a stand in the street with a family selling groceries and a fresh loaf of bread sat on the edge. When the man wasn’t looking, I stole the bread and ran. He chased after me and I used everything I knew to get away, to the point that I saw an open window on the second floor of a building and hopped up from a crate in the street. I used the traction of my feet and my free hand to quickly climb the side of the building and into the window to escape, but trapped myself inside by doing so. The man came in the door of the building and found me curled in a corner clutching my prize to my chest with all that I had. He demanded that I give him the bread or he would have the police come and take me away. I just cried and told him about momma. She wasn’t eating because we did not have enough food for everyone. She was coughing a lot. And I was trying to help. After I told him my story and my tears had soaked into the loaf of bread, he took my hand and led me back to his stand where he gave me a bag full of fruits and vegetables before placing the loaf of bread on top and then he told me something I have never forgotten. Roughly translated, he said ‘Little one, to care for those you love is always good. But you have a gift. Help them by running towards something, not stealing and running away.’”
She dabs at her eye with her index finger to prevent tears from running.
“His kindness meant we could all eat that night. But momma was still sick. And the next day, I listened to his advice. I spent the next several days doing what I could to draw a crowd. I told them that I would run any obstacle course they could put together with whatever was around if they donated some money into the cup I would set on the street corner. I leapt over crates and cans, swung from bannister poles, flipped over barrels. Whatever goal they set for me, I ran towards it with all my might. And despite a thief stealing my cup one day, I managed to raise the money for momma’s medicine. And just a few weeks ago, she was here to watch my debut match here in LAW.”
Still adrift in her memories, Isabella smiles with pure happiness.
“And it was in that time that I ran those courses where I discovered how much I loved the sound of a crowd. How much I loved to perform. And I kept doing it. Eventually discovering my flexibility as well and performing more and more elaborate stunts and shows to provide for my family. I would get invited to performances and began to actually draw crowds with my name alone, a fact that still leaves me in a state of shock. I would hit backflip after handspring after contortionist position after walking handstand after aerial corkscrew after tightrope after trapeze until I eventually became known by my nickname, ‘The Perfect Storm’. This went until I was sixteen years old. The day I discovered professional wrestling and I knew what my life was meant for. So I began learning English and when I was eighteen, I left home to train under Daria McKenna in San Francisco who herself had learned from Vivian Marshall of Valiant Wrestling fame. Since that day, I have lived my life running towards something like the kind man told me to. I ran towards my dream to be a wrestler. Then I ran towards my love for the industry these last couple of years on the independent scene. And now I am running towards becoming the top champion here in LAW.”
Full of fire and still with a twinkle in her eye, Isabella stands tall and proud as she faces the camera.
“The Perfect Storm has come to strike like lightning. And her name is Isabella.”