Disclosure: I do not own Bradshaw, Farooq, nor any other WWF Superstars. I
am in no way affiliated with WWFE nor Titan Entertainment.
Just a Family Friend?
Chapter 4: Wardrobe
Bradshaw showed me to the wardrobe department. We agreed to meet in the arena an hour later. He headed to the gym, leaving me in the capable hands of Joan, the head wardrobe mistress.
Joan and I say down for about 20 minutes and just talked so that she could get a sense of my personality and my character. She then carefully selected a variety of outfits and led me to a small room where I could change. All of the clothes Joan had given me were very colorful, low cut, and high rising.
I was never one of those little girls who spent their days playing dress up or having tea parties with their dolls. I would have rather been playing dodge ball or wrestling with my cousins. * I have to admit, this is fun. * I looked at my reflection in a large mirror resting against one of the walls. I was more than a little self conscious as I saw myself in a tight, black mini skirt that barely covered my behind and a low cut, iridescent purple belly shirt. Joan walked in, looked me up and down and decided this was to be the outfit for me. I was a bit relieved at that. I was way too uncomfortable.
It seemed I was trying on clothes for half the morning. There were a few outfits I really liked. Joan had even given me some wrestling attire to try. There was one I fell totally in love with. It was a short, sparkly, red tank that showed off my cleavage and my abs. * Thank goodness I work out on a regular basis. * There were hip hugging, black pants with stripes of the same sparkly red down the sides to accompany the tank. Joan and I agreed on this outfit. For her purposes it had just enough sex appeal for WWF and for my purposes it was comfortable, and I was comfortable in it.
Our hour was almost up when I tried on this short dress. It was beautiful. The bottom layer was a black satin, over which was an almost sheer layer of deep red fabric. The dress was form fitting with spaghetti straps, and the length stopped a bit higher than mid-thigh. Joan and I stared at the woman in the mirror. Neither of us had to say anything, we knew. * This is the one. * It was like the dress was meant for me. It was perfect, it didn't even need to be altered.
The next task was to find the perfect shoes. Joan was stuck on putting me into a pair of torturous 3 inch strappy heels, but in the end, I convinced her I would be better off with a great pair of 2 inch, suede, knee high boots. When the whole outfit was together I could hardly believe that was me in the mirror. * What a transformation! * When I had changed back into my own clothes I gave the dress back to Joan so that she could steam it. I was to go back later before the event to pick it up. She let me hold on to the shoes after I explained that I was meeting Bradshaw to practice walking the ramp. She gave me a sweet smile and wished me luck. I could tell she understood what this whole experience meant to me.
Just a Family Friend?
Chapter 4: Wardrobe
Bradshaw showed me to the wardrobe department. We agreed to meet in the arena an hour later. He headed to the gym, leaving me in the capable hands of Joan, the head wardrobe mistress.
Joan and I say down for about 20 minutes and just talked so that she could get a sense of my personality and my character. She then carefully selected a variety of outfits and led me to a small room where I could change. All of the clothes Joan had given me were very colorful, low cut, and high rising.
I was never one of those little girls who spent their days playing dress up or having tea parties with their dolls. I would have rather been playing dodge ball or wrestling with my cousins. * I have to admit, this is fun. * I looked at my reflection in a large mirror resting against one of the walls. I was more than a little self conscious as I saw myself in a tight, black mini skirt that barely covered my behind and a low cut, iridescent purple belly shirt. Joan walked in, looked me up and down and decided this was to be the outfit for me. I was a bit relieved at that. I was way too uncomfortable.
It seemed I was trying on clothes for half the morning. There were a few outfits I really liked. Joan had even given me some wrestling attire to try. There was one I fell totally in love with. It was a short, sparkly, red tank that showed off my cleavage and my abs. * Thank goodness I work out on a regular basis. * There were hip hugging, black pants with stripes of the same sparkly red down the sides to accompany the tank. Joan and I agreed on this outfit. For her purposes it had just enough sex appeal for WWF and for my purposes it was comfortable, and I was comfortable in it.
Our hour was almost up when I tried on this short dress. It was beautiful. The bottom layer was a black satin, over which was an almost sheer layer of deep red fabric. The dress was form fitting with spaghetti straps, and the length stopped a bit higher than mid-thigh. Joan and I stared at the woman in the mirror. Neither of us had to say anything, we knew. * This is the one. * It was like the dress was meant for me. It was perfect, it didn't even need to be altered.
The next task was to find the perfect shoes. Joan was stuck on putting me into a pair of torturous 3 inch strappy heels, but in the end, I convinced her I would be better off with a great pair of 2 inch, suede, knee high boots. When the whole outfit was together I could hardly believe that was me in the mirror. * What a transformation! * When I had changed back into my own clothes I gave the dress back to Joan so that she could steam it. I was to go back later before the event to pick it up. She let me hold on to the shoes after I explained that I was meeting Bradshaw to practice walking the ramp. She gave me a sweet smile and wished me luck. I could tell she understood what this whole experience meant to me.