Intellectual Suicide
His name is Christian, and he is my best friend.
I met him in the sixth grade. It's kind of hard to believe we had been friends for so long. Thirteen years? My god, it doesn't seem that long. I remember the first day we met. I didn't like him. He was too…sullen for me, too quiet. Our friendship didn't spark until I noticed something…
…he had a crush on me.
Christian Faz? The quiet, soft-spoken, white boy Christian? Gee…I guess I wouldn't had noticed that. I already had a boyfriend. Matthew was his name, Matthew Williams. A real jerk. Loved to pretend to kill people. Mean. Called me ugly. Why the hell did I put up with him?
During the summer, I found out he was cheating on me. Yes, even in the sixth grade he was that demented. I was not devastated. I felt free of his insults. And free to look at Christian. We hung out everywhere. He came over to swim, we'd go bike-riding, we'd wrestle in my den…it was so fun.
In seventh grade, we got together for the first time. It was on February 6th. We were together for six months. We hugged. We held on to each other. Was it perfect? Yes, I was happy. I'd call him Fazzy. He called me Cleo. He was the first person ever to call me Cleopatra. I suppose my destiny was intertwined with his since we first met.
We went through middle school and high school together as friends. In the ninth grade, I became his girlfriend again, but that lasted only about a month. Better friends, right? Wrong. I found myself missing him. He missed me. We joined a small, independent indie federation to wrestle. It was what we loved. What we wanted. What we dreamed. We dreamed together, and we were meant to be together. That's why we got together again in the tenth grade. That lasted a two years. TWO YEARS. It didn't matter when we broke up, because by now I knew we were soulmates, never to be parted.
We graduated together. We excelled in wrestling class together. When we graduated from wrestling school, he at the top of the boys team and I at top of the girls, we were ecstatic. The happiest moment of my life is when the WCW approached us with auditions. They had even heard of us. They were giving us a chance.
We took that chance, and succeeded. We both earned contracts, only a year after graduating from wrestling school. I was twenty. He was twenty one. Our first show was on August 3rd, 1996. His stage name was Blitz. Mine was just Liza. We made a stunning tag-team. Fans were thinking, who are these two unknowns, already making Nitro?
Years pass. Three. And finally, at the fourth year, the moment I had been waiting for occurred. The WWF called. They wanted Blitz and me. They wanted us on our show. Vince McMahon provided killer contracts. Money. Fame. Most of all, he provided wrestling. My biggest dream was to walk down a Smackdown and Raw ramp. The year 2000 was my year. Christian and I signed our contracts. We had made it.
At the WWF, our new named were Blue Terror and Cleopatra. Again, we were a tag team. The WWF fans cheered for us on Sunday Night Heat. I felt like I was floating. But my real success didn't come until…until I met HER.
HER name was Stephanie McMahon Helmsly. I bumped into her backstage. Her hot coffee spilled all over me. I was burnt. She apologized. Kurt Angle was with her. She invited me to sit down with her and drink a mocha with her. I did. Is it safe to say we clicked instantly? Yes. We did.
We became inseparable…