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High school before all the beauty pageants was the catalyst. It was where she'd won her first tiara, as homecoming queen. The pictures of herself, in a beautiful blue dress and her hair all curled up onto her head with the tiara rested at the front, made her smile. She held the pictures up, taking in the people jostling around her, smiling and laughing. That night she would remember, goodbye to high school on the heels of a triumph. She still had that tiara, she picked it up, it wasn't as flashy or jewelled as the ones she'd brought home from the pageants but somehow, it meant more, it was her first.
She'd been a cheerleader too which made people think she was a Barbie. That had been hard work, it's harder than most people think. It forced her to focus, one move wrong the routine was wrecked. Then there was track, she'd been passionate about that but somehow managed to balance studies, cheerleading and track equally in her time. She'd been tough on herself, pushing herself hard to be the best she could in the time she was there. She had been.
"Which brings me back to Steve"
He was the same. He pushed himself too hard, constantly at the front of the company because of his immense popularity, fan favourite character and box office status. It wasn't Vince's fault, it was simply good business to keep him at the forefront of the action, as a business woman she could understand his reasons for this but as Steve's wife, there were times when she silently wished she would take time off before he burnt out and was forced to leave for a break. But she supported her husband through everything, it kept him strong to have that and kept her strong too. As she mulled this over, a blinking light on the glass top coffee table caught her attention. It was her cell phone; someone had left a message while she slept. She picked it up and listened
"Um..hi Debra, it's Amy, I..er.I just wanted to say that I'm gonna miss you in the locker room,.you made me feel real comfortable when I was there in my rookie year.." There was an awkward pause as Amy, known to WWE fans as Lita struggled for words "I've ..heard some stuff about you and Steve and I hope you're..you're ok, bye"
Debra smiled sadly as she put the phone down. The role of a diva had changed so much in the time she'd been there. When she first came, it was ringside eye candy to manage or valet for the male talent. Now, it had evolved to being more physical, the audience expected the divas to wrestle or get involved in the matches. The other divas and additions had shouldered this well; Amy was the first daredevil diva; being as risk- taking as the Hardyz she valeted and beating the men too, Trish was like an improved version of herself; blonde, beautiful, curvy and she could wrestle, Torrie and Stacy had come as eye candy but had made efforts to learn so they could have decent matches, Jazz was a ferocious newcomer from ECW who fought nastily and the three veterans; Ivory, Jacqueline and Terri still made their mark, the two former as wrestlers and the latter, knowing her limited ring skills though she had improved had become a backstage reporter. Was there any place for her here anymore?
"I don't know if there is" she said softly to herself, putting the high school pieces down.
Then did it matter that she had gone? Her place would be filled soon enough by one of the others. That was probably one of the reasons she didn't feel so bad about leaving, her role wasn't integral anymore, she was Mrs Stone Cold Steve Austin, his wife, attached to his name, no longer the queen of the divas she once had been. But back then, there were only a few divas and even fewer female wrestlers; there had been herself, Terri, Sable, Chyna, Jacqueline and Ivory, now they practically overflowed with divas. She was one of the pack, or was it one of the past? She'd read the reports on the internet; that she couldn't act, that her accent was awful, that since she didn't have any ring training she was pretty much useless to the WWE diva roster. She'd heard the whispers. But what they didn't realise was that she had chosen this, to work with Steve, to be by his side, they had both wanted to elevate her character by having her interact with the best in the business. And it happened. And they both loved it. Until, until Steve started getting upset, he didn't like that he wasn't wrestling as much as before, becoming more of a comic character than a wrestling superstar. So he took his frustrations out on her. But that wasn't the beginning or the heart, that was back after the beauty pageants when she first set eyes on sports-entertainment.
High school before all the beauty pageants was the catalyst. It was where she'd won her first tiara, as homecoming queen. The pictures of herself, in a beautiful blue dress and her hair all curled up onto her head with the tiara rested at the front, made her smile. She held the pictures up, taking in the people jostling around her, smiling and laughing. That night she would remember, goodbye to high school on the heels of a triumph. She still had that tiara, she picked it up, it wasn't as flashy or jewelled as the ones she'd brought home from the pageants but somehow, it meant more, it was her first.
She'd been a cheerleader too which made people think she was a Barbie. That had been hard work, it's harder than most people think. It forced her to focus, one move wrong the routine was wrecked. Then there was track, she'd been passionate about that but somehow managed to balance studies, cheerleading and track equally in her time. She'd been tough on herself, pushing herself hard to be the best she could in the time she was there. She had been.
"Which brings me back to Steve"
He was the same. He pushed himself too hard, constantly at the front of the company because of his immense popularity, fan favourite character and box office status. It wasn't Vince's fault, it was simply good business to keep him at the forefront of the action, as a business woman she could understand his reasons for this but as Steve's wife, there were times when she silently wished she would take time off before he burnt out and was forced to leave for a break. But she supported her husband through everything, it kept him strong to have that and kept her strong too. As she mulled this over, a blinking light on the glass top coffee table caught her attention. It was her cell phone; someone had left a message while she slept. She picked it up and listened
"Um..hi Debra, it's Amy, I..er.I just wanted to say that I'm gonna miss you in the locker room,.you made me feel real comfortable when I was there in my rookie year.." There was an awkward pause as Amy, known to WWE fans as Lita struggled for words "I've ..heard some stuff about you and Steve and I hope you're..you're ok, bye"
Debra smiled sadly as she put the phone down. The role of a diva had changed so much in the time she'd been there. When she first came, it was ringside eye candy to manage or valet for the male talent. Now, it had evolved to being more physical, the audience expected the divas to wrestle or get involved in the matches. The other divas and additions had shouldered this well; Amy was the first daredevil diva; being as risk- taking as the Hardyz she valeted and beating the men too, Trish was like an improved version of herself; blonde, beautiful, curvy and she could wrestle, Torrie and Stacy had come as eye candy but had made efforts to learn so they could have decent matches, Jazz was a ferocious newcomer from ECW who fought nastily and the three veterans; Ivory, Jacqueline and Terri still made their mark, the two former as wrestlers and the latter, knowing her limited ring skills though she had improved had become a backstage reporter. Was there any place for her here anymore?
"I don't know if there is" she said softly to herself, putting the high school pieces down.
Then did it matter that she had gone? Her place would be filled soon enough by one of the others. That was probably one of the reasons she didn't feel so bad about leaving, her role wasn't integral anymore, she was Mrs Stone Cold Steve Austin, his wife, attached to his name, no longer the queen of the divas she once had been. But back then, there were only a few divas and even fewer female wrestlers; there had been herself, Terri, Sable, Chyna, Jacqueline and Ivory, now they practically overflowed with divas. She was one of the pack, or was it one of the past? She'd read the reports on the internet; that she couldn't act, that her accent was awful, that since she didn't have any ring training she was pretty much useless to the WWE diva roster. She'd heard the whispers. But what they didn't realise was that she had chosen this, to work with Steve, to be by his side, they had both wanted to elevate her character by having her interact with the best in the business. And it happened. And they both loved it. Until, until Steve started getting upset, he didn't like that he wasn't wrestling as much as before, becoming more of a comic character than a wrestling superstar. So he took his frustrations out on her. But that wasn't the beginning or the heart, that was back after the beauty pageants when she first set eyes on sports-entertainment.
