A Better Tomorrow

[Drago Cesar]

It’s after hours at the Wrestlution 17 arena. The ramp is torn down. The barricades have been removed. The crowd is long gone, management and most of the roster have all left the arena. All that remains is the ring.

 

The Cesars are seated on the ring apron facing the ramp. Dragana has her knees up to her head, obscuring her face as she’s sobbing. Drago stares off to the side. His nose stuffs up a bit, still feeling the effects of what has been an emotional and arduous night. He looks down at his right hand containing the key to the COO’s office. He places it back in his pocket before looking back at his younger sister.

 

Drago: …

 

He tries to come up with the words, but struggles to come up with anything. He looks up at the Azalea on her head.

 

Never changing.

 

Never wilting.

 

Still as radiant as ever.

 

After all these years.

 

You can almost see the proverbial light bulb emanate off Drago’s head as his expression changes into a goofy grin.

 

Drago: What was the other one?

 

A confused Dragana slowly lifts her head up, the eyeliner smeared all across her face.

 

Drago: The other flower? What was it called?

 

Dragana: …

 

Drago: Ama….Come on you gotta help me, my English bad.

 

Drago: Armadillo?

 

Quiet Mami starts laughing at her brother’s silly mistake.

 

Drago: Amazon? Amagon? You remember! That Nintendo game I’m could never beat? No wait…

 

She gently shoves him on the shoulder.

 

Drago: Amaryllis! That one! Can you get me one?

 

She glares at him for a moment, then wraps her arms around him in a big embrace. Drago looks up to the night sky with a smile.

 

Drago: ...Don’t really know first thing about business but…..I think I’m did the right thing today.

[Quartz]

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