Post by Katic Potočnik on Nov 8, 2022 4:44:18 GMT
It's a quiet, calm night in Naples as the moon shines bright overhead, its flight glistening in the sky as it reflects off the stars. Not a sound outside of the owls and cicadas can be heard, with most of the homes in the street having their lights turned off, the majority of the residents having tucked themselves into bed and fallen to sleep. There is one home on this street that has its lights, or at least the one in the lounge room still on. It is a modest and quaint home hidden on the corner of the street with a design that would feel more at home in the 1900s as opposed to the more modern yet still modestly sized homes that line the remainder, though that gives it a certain charm. One that the resident of this house has embraced.
The interior is very much designed in the same fashion as the exterior, with antique vases adorning oaken shelves that line the pale violet painted walls of the lounge, alone with a black leather one seat couch positioned in front of an oaken coffee table. Atop the couch, sits a woman who looks to be no older than nineteen or twenty, wearing a black t-shirt, figure-hugging denim jeans and white Nike sneakers with black accents. On the table in front of her, is a glass that is about half, or just over half full of water alongside with pieces of paper that are neatly placed into piles about nine inches from the glass and five inches from the edge of the table. The woman glances across at the papers, the writing on which is unable to be fully made out but the smile on her face seems to indicate, they are positive or something positive to her. Returning her focused stare forward, the look within her eyes holding a certain happiness to it as a gentle smile crosses her lips.
Woman: "The time has come for me to take my first steps along the journey. To commence bringing about the honor and respect that I promised I would... To uphold the name of which I bare and reveal to the world what it means to be a Valkyrie. To be a warrior who holds the fate of those around me in her hands. Just like those who came before."
The woman lets out a soft breath, as her soft voice and chocolate brown eyes reveal her identity as being Katic Potočnik, otherwise known as the "Slovene Valkyrie" and recently signed addition to IIW. Raising her right hand, she pushes her hair back before placing it back down on her lap, her eyes holding their stare forward the entire time as she imagines herself sitting at the head of one of the long oaken tables that are within the halls of Valhalla or the fields of the residence of Freyja, Folkvagnr, looking at the sky overhead.
Katic: "I promise I won't let you down, for you are the ones who have allowed me to be here. To reside within the light that you bring into the world. A light that I will shine upon the IIW to guide them down the path you have created. To provide them with the salvation and honor they deserve. The one who will carry them upon her chariot and toward Valhalla where they belong."
A joyful, sincere smile across her face, she envisions people beginning to sit down at the table, plates of fish and rice in front of them. Glancing downward, she imagines she is staring at her own plate containing the same fish and rice as everybody else, preparing to commence a feast fit of a warrior or a Valkyrie. Casting her stare back upward, she regains her professional demeanor before continuing on with her prayer slash statement.
Katic: "They do not have to accept me. They do not need to understand what I have been called upon to do, but they will see it for themselves when I step into their arena. When I step into their ring and do battle with the ones they throw in my way. The ones they wish for me to decide whether they live or whether they fall, as is the song of the Valkyrie. It is what is needed if the IIW is to be portrayed in the image that it deserves. If the fountains are to be purified and the image that has been called for it by those above is to be attained. I promise that. They will watch as I stand before them, knowing that their fate. Their path is in my very hands and waiting for its fulfillment. It will be for your glory, in your names."
Her voice softens, as if she is reading a lullaby to a baby to get them to fall asleep.
Katic: "I cannot wait to see who the first one shall be. The first name that I must bring to you, as I ride toward the glory. Toward the pantheon that awaits me for it is the only thing I truly desire. It is what I have wanted to do, ever since I was a mere child and first laid my eyes upon your books. Upon the artistry that played out before my eyes. I just knew I had to be a part of it. That it held the key for me to become the warrior I was born to be. The fighter who not just women could be proud of, but one who the world can admire as one. The one who can unify where others divide and bring tranquility where war currently exists. That is what they deserve. It is what is needed in order to be able to ascend into the skies and enter the gates. To revel in heaven's light."
A small yet surprisingly devilish smile then manages to crack through on her face, yet she quickly hides it by turning it into her typical sweet, innocent smile. Hoping that nobody saw the more devious side of her, at least not yet. Raising her right hand once again, she pushes back the strands of hair that had dropped in front of her eyes.
Katic: "This is what must be done."
Shuffling herself forward, she raises her left hand, placing it atop her heart as she drops her right hand by her side. A soft thud being heard as it hits the couch's cushion. Her mind focusing solely on what lies ahead of her. The foes and potential friends that she will meet within the IIW. The joy she has that it is where her road toward the light begins. Sliding her hand down her body, she brings it back by her side, softly giggling to herself. Rising, she calmly saunters across the room, envisioning the lush grass of Folkvangr under her feet, though in reality, it is her soft gray carpeting. Stopping about three feet away from the couch, she looks around her home.
Absorbing the sights of the Nordic themed pictures she has on her wall and the miniature statues of Freyja and Jörð that adorn a shelf she crafted, it hits her that soon, she will be spreading her wings and leaving the place she has called home ever since she left her parents. She can't help but be a little bit emotional as tears begin to well up in her eyes. She knows it will still be here when she returns and that this move is for the best, yet this place holds some of her soul. Memories that to most people, simply exist but to her hold sentimental value. Squeezing her eyes shut, she attempts to dry the water within them, only for it to run down her face as she re-opens them. Her heart beating a rhythmic beat like a orchestral melody, she lets out a few deep breaths before allowing her mind to drift off as she gazes at a silver ornate frame hanging on the right-hand side wall. One of a picture she painted i0th grade, depicting the Battle on the Ice of Lake Vänern.
Katic: "Soon, they will be looking at my battles like they do you. Warriors, fighting for what they believe in and upholding what they desire. It is what has been written and what will be told."
A smile crosses her face once again as she remains fixated on the picture. Not allowing anything around her to distract her.
Katic: "Your sacrifices won't be in vain. I will ensure that, even if it means I must fall alongside you."
Bowing her head, she closes her eyes, envisioning the war that awaits her.
Katic: "You will always be with me in spirit. Guiding me to deliver the verdict upon those who cross our path. The IIW better be ready, because a storm is on its way, riding on her horse and ready to engage in battle."
Opening her eyes, Katic begins to methodically make her way out of the room, ensuring that everything is ready to go when she flies out in the morning.
Katic sits on her favorite bench at Red Fleet State Park, wearing a navy-blue t-shirt, denim jeans and black Nike sneakers. Taking a breath, she inhales the cold, swirling air as she ponders her next move. Her choice to sign with the IIW with both joy and nervousness filling her body. She believes in herself, but at the same time cannot help but wonder what will happen if she fails. If she is unable to fulfil the promises she made last night to the Aesir and goddesses. That is what worries her the most. Letting them down. Casting her glance from left to right, she surveys the park and the three people that are walking the path about three feet in front of her, her thoughts beginning the swirl much like the wind.
Katic: "Remember, they are always with me..."
Her words drift off, as she re-affirms that to herself. As long as she does right by them, they will guide her to where she needs to be. Where she must take the fallen once she has caused them to feel the taste of defeat. Just like the Valkyries she idolizes.
Katic: "I cannot fail as long as I remember who I am. As long as I fight the way those who came before did. With honor and loyalty. That is what the IIW can expect. It is what they should expect for I don't need to play dirty. I do not need to attack from behind, for I want those who face me to know what is coming. To see the light that emanates around them as they fall to their judgement. One that shall be cast upon them by me."
A calm, joyful laugh leaves her lips as she notices a woman walking in her direction out the corner of her eye. Attired in a charcoal grey suit and skirt combination with black leggings under the skirt, the woman has her chestnut brown hair tied into a ponytail, giving off as professional an appearance as possible. Smiling, Katic slides over so as to offer the woman a seat once she realizes that she is here to see her and has a recording device in her right hand.
Katix: "Hey."
Walking over to the seat, the woman flashes a smile back at the nineteen-year-old soon to be professional wrestler.
Woman: "Hey, you're Katic, right? I was told to meet you here by my boss last night. He said you had told him you'd be waiting."
Katic: "Yeah, that's me."
Her smile grows in warmth.
Woman: "I'm Melissa Corvine from the Salt Lake Tribune. Wondering if you're willing to do an interview before you fly out to join the IIW?"
Katic nods enthusiastically.
Katic: "Of course! I'm more than happy to talk to you, Melissa."
Melissa: "Great!"
Placing her hand on the 'record" button, Melissa places it between the two of them so that she can get as clear vocals and soundbites from Katic as possible while making sure her questions are just as audible.
Melissa: "Ready?"
Katic: "Ready."
Melissa pushes her hand down.
Melissa: "Hello. This is Melissa Corvine with the Salt Lake Tribune and today, I'm lucky enough to have newly minted IIW superstar and Utah native Katic Potočnik with me to talk about her impending debut with the IIW as well as what she hopes to do in wrestling. Ecstatic to have you with me."
Katic: "Sweetie, the pleasure is all mine."
Melissa smiles, trying to remain professional despite her cheeks beginning to redden.
Melissa: "First and foremost, tell the world a little bit about yourself. What got you into wrestling in the first place?"
Taking a breath, Katix prepares herself to answer the question. Fondly remembering the event that got her hooked on the sport. The artform of wrestling.
Katic: "Well, I moved here from Slovenia when I was five months old and have an older sister named Ankica. Growing up, I was, and still am, obsessed with Nordic Mythology. Especially Valkyries and warriors and pride myself on embodying everything they strove to uphold while bringing light to the world. Doing what's right for the people and those who come before me. What made me fall in love with wrestling? It was the first time I went to a Deviation Championship Wrestling event with my friend. I was only seven but remember how wrestling mixed art and sports and knew that it was made for me. That it was what I wanted to do."
Melissa: "Was there any one competitor who stood out to you?"
Katic gently shakes her head.
Katic: "No. It was the sport itself that lured me in. Now, I am just days away from being able to say that I made it. That I can consider myself in the same category as them. Sitting at the table they sit at."
Melissa smiles, making sure she remembers the next question she wishes to ask. She had left her cue cards in the car and can't be bothered to go and get them.
Melissa: "Speaking of sitting at the same table as them, how are you feeling knowing that the IIW. One of the biggest companies in the world is just around the corner for you? Are you nervous or excited? Does it intimidate you knowing the level of competition you will be going up against?"
Katic looks at Melissa, calm both externally and internally as she readies herself to answer. Deep down, she knows that she can't fully hide the nerves inside of her. Something that Melissa notices, shooting her a reassuring smile to help ease them.
Katic: "I'm nervous and excited at the same time. I don't want to let the Aesir and Goddesses who have entrusted me with their faith and belief that I can carry out what they desire but also overjoyed that I am getting the chance to go up against some of the best competition in the world. Wrestlers who have inspired and made their name for themselves. That is where I eventually want to be and I know I can get there. I just have to go out there and show the world the might of the Valkyrie. Uphold the traditions and honor that they set for me."
Melissa: "Is there anyone in particular you're looking forward to facing?"
Katic: "I'm just planning to take things one opponent at a time. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself just yet... I am still just starting out after all. Does that mean I'm not aiming for the top? No. I want to be the best. I want to lead the IIW into Valhalla, but I don't want to think beyond the step that awaits me."
Melissa nods. That approach sounding similar to her own, albeit in a different field. One day at a time. One interview at a time. One match at a time in Katic's case.
Melissa: "Smart. So, I know you said you wanted to lead the IIW toward Valhalla, but what does that mean? What are your main aspirations in the IIW?"
Katic laughs, playfully smiling.
Katic: "It means I want to bring IIW into the light. I want to be able to say that I was able to be the warrior I was destined to be and that I did so with the honor and grace I promised I would. I want to be the one to not only be glorious and victorious, but the one you can point to when you ask who was it that shone down upon the IIW. That became the bearer of respect within its ring."
Melissa: "So, respect and honor is what you are basing yourself around?"
Katic: "Yes. It is what has led me here and it is what will continue to lead me as I walk into the IIW. I am not naive and know that sometimes, I may need to stray and fight fire with fire but that is a bridge I will cross when it arrives."
Melissa: "I was just about to ask, what if an opponent tries to force you to stray. What if your beliefs aren't enough? You answered that though, so I'll just ask if there's anything you want to state before we go, because I know you have a flight to catch soon?"
Katic glances down at the phone on her lap, realizing the time.
Katic: "Soon, there will be a storm in the IIW. One that will be awaiting those who wish to stare into the eye of the Valkyrie and face her judgement. A storm that will sweep you away if you are not ready for it."
Melissa: "I think that's enough. Once again, thanks for your time, Katic, and good luck in the IIW. This has been Melissa Corvine, signing out."
Katic: "Thank you."
Melissa makes her way to her feet, extending her arms out for a hug, which Katic obliges once she stands up herself.
Melissa: "Good luck in the IIW. I know I'll be watching you every step of the way. Make us proud."
The nod Katic gives her in response says all that it needs to. She fully intends on making not just Melissa and the state of Utah proud, but those who wish to be warriors. Those who wish to follow in her footsteps. Pulling away from one another, the two women turn and begin to head in opposite directions.
Katic: "This is my time. My opportunity and I am going to grab it with both hands. I'm not going to let this go to waste."
Her footsteps are the last thing heard as she wanders down the path. Heading toward her car, and then to the airport to fly off to the home of the IIW.
The interior is very much designed in the same fashion as the exterior, with antique vases adorning oaken shelves that line the pale violet painted walls of the lounge, alone with a black leather one seat couch positioned in front of an oaken coffee table. Atop the couch, sits a woman who looks to be no older than nineteen or twenty, wearing a black t-shirt, figure-hugging denim jeans and white Nike sneakers with black accents. On the table in front of her, is a glass that is about half, or just over half full of water alongside with pieces of paper that are neatly placed into piles about nine inches from the glass and five inches from the edge of the table. The woman glances across at the papers, the writing on which is unable to be fully made out but the smile on her face seems to indicate, they are positive or something positive to her. Returning her focused stare forward, the look within her eyes holding a certain happiness to it as a gentle smile crosses her lips.
Woman: "The time has come for me to take my first steps along the journey. To commence bringing about the honor and respect that I promised I would... To uphold the name of which I bare and reveal to the world what it means to be a Valkyrie. To be a warrior who holds the fate of those around me in her hands. Just like those who came before."
The woman lets out a soft breath, as her soft voice and chocolate brown eyes reveal her identity as being Katic Potočnik, otherwise known as the "Slovene Valkyrie" and recently signed addition to IIW. Raising her right hand, she pushes her hair back before placing it back down on her lap, her eyes holding their stare forward the entire time as she imagines herself sitting at the head of one of the long oaken tables that are within the halls of Valhalla or the fields of the residence of Freyja, Folkvagnr, looking at the sky overhead.
Katic: "I promise I won't let you down, for you are the ones who have allowed me to be here. To reside within the light that you bring into the world. A light that I will shine upon the IIW to guide them down the path you have created. To provide them with the salvation and honor they deserve. The one who will carry them upon her chariot and toward Valhalla where they belong."
A joyful, sincere smile across her face, she envisions people beginning to sit down at the table, plates of fish and rice in front of them. Glancing downward, she imagines she is staring at her own plate containing the same fish and rice as everybody else, preparing to commence a feast fit of a warrior or a Valkyrie. Casting her stare back upward, she regains her professional demeanor before continuing on with her prayer slash statement.
Katic: "They do not have to accept me. They do not need to understand what I have been called upon to do, but they will see it for themselves when I step into their arena. When I step into their ring and do battle with the ones they throw in my way. The ones they wish for me to decide whether they live or whether they fall, as is the song of the Valkyrie. It is what is needed if the IIW is to be portrayed in the image that it deserves. If the fountains are to be purified and the image that has been called for it by those above is to be attained. I promise that. They will watch as I stand before them, knowing that their fate. Their path is in my very hands and waiting for its fulfillment. It will be for your glory, in your names."
Her voice softens, as if she is reading a lullaby to a baby to get them to fall asleep.
Katic: "I cannot wait to see who the first one shall be. The first name that I must bring to you, as I ride toward the glory. Toward the pantheon that awaits me for it is the only thing I truly desire. It is what I have wanted to do, ever since I was a mere child and first laid my eyes upon your books. Upon the artistry that played out before my eyes. I just knew I had to be a part of it. That it held the key for me to become the warrior I was born to be. The fighter who not just women could be proud of, but one who the world can admire as one. The one who can unify where others divide and bring tranquility where war currently exists. That is what they deserve. It is what is needed in order to be able to ascend into the skies and enter the gates. To revel in heaven's light."
A small yet surprisingly devilish smile then manages to crack through on her face, yet she quickly hides it by turning it into her typical sweet, innocent smile. Hoping that nobody saw the more devious side of her, at least not yet. Raising her right hand once again, she pushes back the strands of hair that had dropped in front of her eyes.
Katic: "This is what must be done."
Shuffling herself forward, she raises her left hand, placing it atop her heart as she drops her right hand by her side. A soft thud being heard as it hits the couch's cushion. Her mind focusing solely on what lies ahead of her. The foes and potential friends that she will meet within the IIW. The joy she has that it is where her road toward the light begins. Sliding her hand down her body, she brings it back by her side, softly giggling to herself. Rising, she calmly saunters across the room, envisioning the lush grass of Folkvangr under her feet, though in reality, it is her soft gray carpeting. Stopping about three feet away from the couch, she looks around her home.
Absorbing the sights of the Nordic themed pictures she has on her wall and the miniature statues of Freyja and Jörð that adorn a shelf she crafted, it hits her that soon, she will be spreading her wings and leaving the place she has called home ever since she left her parents. She can't help but be a little bit emotional as tears begin to well up in her eyes. She knows it will still be here when she returns and that this move is for the best, yet this place holds some of her soul. Memories that to most people, simply exist but to her hold sentimental value. Squeezing her eyes shut, she attempts to dry the water within them, only for it to run down her face as she re-opens them. Her heart beating a rhythmic beat like a orchestral melody, she lets out a few deep breaths before allowing her mind to drift off as she gazes at a silver ornate frame hanging on the right-hand side wall. One of a picture she painted i0th grade, depicting the Battle on the Ice of Lake Vänern.
Katic: "Soon, they will be looking at my battles like they do you. Warriors, fighting for what they believe in and upholding what they desire. It is what has been written and what will be told."
A smile crosses her face once again as she remains fixated on the picture. Not allowing anything around her to distract her.
Katic: "Your sacrifices won't be in vain. I will ensure that, even if it means I must fall alongside you."
Bowing her head, she closes her eyes, envisioning the war that awaits her.
Katic: "You will always be with me in spirit. Guiding me to deliver the verdict upon those who cross our path. The IIW better be ready, because a storm is on its way, riding on her horse and ready to engage in battle."
Opening her eyes, Katic begins to methodically make her way out of the room, ensuring that everything is ready to go when she flies out in the morning.
***The Next Day***
Katic sits on her favorite bench at Red Fleet State Park, wearing a navy-blue t-shirt, denim jeans and black Nike sneakers. Taking a breath, she inhales the cold, swirling air as she ponders her next move. Her choice to sign with the IIW with both joy and nervousness filling her body. She believes in herself, but at the same time cannot help but wonder what will happen if she fails. If she is unable to fulfil the promises she made last night to the Aesir and goddesses. That is what worries her the most. Letting them down. Casting her glance from left to right, she surveys the park and the three people that are walking the path about three feet in front of her, her thoughts beginning the swirl much like the wind.
Katic: "Remember, they are always with me..."
Her words drift off, as she re-affirms that to herself. As long as she does right by them, they will guide her to where she needs to be. Where she must take the fallen once she has caused them to feel the taste of defeat. Just like the Valkyries she idolizes.
Katic: "I cannot fail as long as I remember who I am. As long as I fight the way those who came before did. With honor and loyalty. That is what the IIW can expect. It is what they should expect for I don't need to play dirty. I do not need to attack from behind, for I want those who face me to know what is coming. To see the light that emanates around them as they fall to their judgement. One that shall be cast upon them by me."
A calm, joyful laugh leaves her lips as she notices a woman walking in her direction out the corner of her eye. Attired in a charcoal grey suit and skirt combination with black leggings under the skirt, the woman has her chestnut brown hair tied into a ponytail, giving off as professional an appearance as possible. Smiling, Katic slides over so as to offer the woman a seat once she realizes that she is here to see her and has a recording device in her right hand.
Katix: "Hey."
Walking over to the seat, the woman flashes a smile back at the nineteen-year-old soon to be professional wrestler.
Woman: "Hey, you're Katic, right? I was told to meet you here by my boss last night. He said you had told him you'd be waiting."
Katic: "Yeah, that's me."
Her smile grows in warmth.
Woman: "I'm Melissa Corvine from the Salt Lake Tribune. Wondering if you're willing to do an interview before you fly out to join the IIW?"
Katic nods enthusiastically.
Katic: "Of course! I'm more than happy to talk to you, Melissa."
Melissa: "Great!"
Placing her hand on the 'record" button, Melissa places it between the two of them so that she can get as clear vocals and soundbites from Katic as possible while making sure her questions are just as audible.
Melissa: "Ready?"
Katic: "Ready."
Melissa pushes her hand down.
Melissa: "Hello. This is Melissa Corvine with the Salt Lake Tribune and today, I'm lucky enough to have newly minted IIW superstar and Utah native Katic Potočnik with me to talk about her impending debut with the IIW as well as what she hopes to do in wrestling. Ecstatic to have you with me."
Katic: "Sweetie, the pleasure is all mine."
Melissa smiles, trying to remain professional despite her cheeks beginning to redden.
Melissa: "First and foremost, tell the world a little bit about yourself. What got you into wrestling in the first place?"
Taking a breath, Katix prepares herself to answer the question. Fondly remembering the event that got her hooked on the sport. The artform of wrestling.
Katic: "Well, I moved here from Slovenia when I was five months old and have an older sister named Ankica. Growing up, I was, and still am, obsessed with Nordic Mythology. Especially Valkyries and warriors and pride myself on embodying everything they strove to uphold while bringing light to the world. Doing what's right for the people and those who come before me. What made me fall in love with wrestling? It was the first time I went to a Deviation Championship Wrestling event with my friend. I was only seven but remember how wrestling mixed art and sports and knew that it was made for me. That it was what I wanted to do."
Melissa: "Was there any one competitor who stood out to you?"
Katic gently shakes her head.
Katic: "No. It was the sport itself that lured me in. Now, I am just days away from being able to say that I made it. That I can consider myself in the same category as them. Sitting at the table they sit at."
Melissa smiles, making sure she remembers the next question she wishes to ask. She had left her cue cards in the car and can't be bothered to go and get them.
Melissa: "Speaking of sitting at the same table as them, how are you feeling knowing that the IIW. One of the biggest companies in the world is just around the corner for you? Are you nervous or excited? Does it intimidate you knowing the level of competition you will be going up against?"
Katic looks at Melissa, calm both externally and internally as she readies herself to answer. Deep down, she knows that she can't fully hide the nerves inside of her. Something that Melissa notices, shooting her a reassuring smile to help ease them.
Katic: "I'm nervous and excited at the same time. I don't want to let the Aesir and Goddesses who have entrusted me with their faith and belief that I can carry out what they desire but also overjoyed that I am getting the chance to go up against some of the best competition in the world. Wrestlers who have inspired and made their name for themselves. That is where I eventually want to be and I know I can get there. I just have to go out there and show the world the might of the Valkyrie. Uphold the traditions and honor that they set for me."
Melissa: "Is there anyone in particular you're looking forward to facing?"
Katic: "I'm just planning to take things one opponent at a time. I don't want to get too far ahead of myself just yet... I am still just starting out after all. Does that mean I'm not aiming for the top? No. I want to be the best. I want to lead the IIW into Valhalla, but I don't want to think beyond the step that awaits me."
Melissa nods. That approach sounding similar to her own, albeit in a different field. One day at a time. One interview at a time. One match at a time in Katic's case.
Melissa: "Smart. So, I know you said you wanted to lead the IIW toward Valhalla, but what does that mean? What are your main aspirations in the IIW?"
Katic laughs, playfully smiling.
Katic: "It means I want to bring IIW into the light. I want to be able to say that I was able to be the warrior I was destined to be and that I did so with the honor and grace I promised I would. I want to be the one to not only be glorious and victorious, but the one you can point to when you ask who was it that shone down upon the IIW. That became the bearer of respect within its ring."
Melissa: "So, respect and honor is what you are basing yourself around?"
Katic: "Yes. It is what has led me here and it is what will continue to lead me as I walk into the IIW. I am not naive and know that sometimes, I may need to stray and fight fire with fire but that is a bridge I will cross when it arrives."
Melissa: "I was just about to ask, what if an opponent tries to force you to stray. What if your beliefs aren't enough? You answered that though, so I'll just ask if there's anything you want to state before we go, because I know you have a flight to catch soon?"
Katic glances down at the phone on her lap, realizing the time.
Katic: "Soon, there will be a storm in the IIW. One that will be awaiting those who wish to stare into the eye of the Valkyrie and face her judgement. A storm that will sweep you away if you are not ready for it."
Melissa: "I think that's enough. Once again, thanks for your time, Katic, and good luck in the IIW. This has been Melissa Corvine, signing out."
Katic: "Thank you."
Melissa makes her way to her feet, extending her arms out for a hug, which Katic obliges once she stands up herself.
Melissa: "Good luck in the IIW. I know I'll be watching you every step of the way. Make us proud."
The nod Katic gives her in response says all that it needs to. She fully intends on making not just Melissa and the state of Utah proud, but those who wish to be warriors. Those who wish to follow in her footsteps. Pulling away from one another, the two women turn and begin to head in opposite directions.
Katic: "This is my time. My opportunity and I am going to grab it with both hands. I'm not going to let this go to waste."
Her footsteps are the last thing heard as she wanders down the path. Heading toward her car, and then to the airport to fly off to the home of the IIW.