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MISS ELIZABETH; FIRST LADY
"You've got five minutes," a voice behind the door warned suddenly
Elizabeth started and closed her eyes for a second to catch her breath. Things were always a rush at Pay-Per-Views but tonight's was extra stressed. There was a tournament all night to fill the vacant WWF title with one winner going to emerge at the end of the show. Her hands shook slightly as she carefully applied a little more eyeliner. Frustrated, she slapped the pencil down on the table in front of her. Why was she so nervous? She accompanied Randy to ringside a lot, why did she pick now to be nervous? It was because it wasn't just any PPV. It was Wrestlemania. The biggest event of the year and his biggest chance yet to be champion. She stared hard at the reflection in front of her. She could see the rest of her room backwards. The deep pink carpet, the open door to the adjoining bathroom. She could see the mobile clothes rail behind her, the outfits from the last couple of hours hanging from it.
Since she knew she might be accompanying her man to the ring a possible four times, Elizabeth had brought four outfits. She'd already used three of them. A long deep blue dress with ruffled feathers overloading the off-the- shoulder neckline, then a shiny baby pink short sleeved dress with a split and overlapping knee length skirt and recently a long black dress liquid with sequins, off the shoulder again with a black over ruffled neckline. Each one finished off by fabulous expensive jewellery bought for her by Randy. Her outfits were always immaculate and expensive looking. Randy didn't mind her buying the outfits, he said she always looked amazing but she knew that the fans wanted more and since this was the Eighties, that meant as over-loaded and obviously wealthy as possible. Elizabeth didn't mind, she enjoyed having such pretty dresses and dolling herself up in such a way. People didn't say she was slutty or sexy, they said she was beautiful and that was worth so much more.
Her hand brushed against the large white vase on the dressing table. It was full of white roses. Randy had presented them to her when they'd arrived early in the afternoon.
"For your last dress" he'd said "for when we go out to the final match and you're by my side, it's for you for believing in me"
He'd been right. Of course he was. Randy was always right. That was why she was in love with him and why she was his manager. Because he was the best, because he always got the job done and because he was a winner. They'd been through a lot together. Together. They'd always been together. She took care of every business decision, every minor detail she saw to. It was her job while he wrestled in the ring. It was a manager did. She'd seen the sneers on peoples' faces. A woman manager with a charge who was capable of greatness? She'd heard the comments especially from people like Bobby Hennan who treated her like nothing more than a feeble weak woman who didn't deserve to be at ringside. She'd show him. She was a manager because it was what she liked to do. She liked negotiating his matches, finding opponents who he could beat or would test him. Ones that would make him look good. She loved him with all of her heart. That was why she was at ringside; to make sure that no one got in the way of his victories.
It had been a good weekend. Randy had trained hard for this. For his chance at the WWF championship. They'd made appearances. He'd gone through a few last minute preparations while she'd checked everything carefully once more, just to be sure. They'd had dinner with Hulk Hogan last night. Randy and Hulk were old friends and hoped they'd face each other in the final. Then there would be no malice if the other won, as long as one of them did. Elizabeth had sat quietly, pushing her food around her plate. She'd been worried about tomorrow. She wanted Randy to win so badly, his first WWE Championship but if he went up against Hogan, she didn't know what would happen. He had such phenomenal crowd support that it pushed him beyond his outer limits. Randy would never be able to reach there if he faced Hogan.
Elizabeth smiled as she picked up the eyeliner pencil again. That wasn't to be after Ted Debiase paid Andre the Giant, Hogan's worst enemy, to take Hogan out of the competition leaving the way clear for him to succeed. Well he'd have to get through Randy first. Andre the Giant was pretty terrifying and Randy was worried about having her at ringside in case he tried anything to put Randy off his match. He'd said as much after they got backstage after he beat The One Man Gang in the Semi-Finals. She'd reassured him
"I'm going to be out there Randy" her voice was soft "because I know you can do it and nothing, not even a millionaire and a giant are going to stop you tonight, the crowd believe in you and so do I"
Nothing was going to stop her being out there. It didn't matter that she wasn't as strong as some of the managers, or as skilled in the ring. What mattered was that she knew the way the business worked; she knew what happened when and where and how to solve it. She knew how to manipulate the bookers into giving Randy the matches he deserved without making it look like a manipulation. She knew how to be a manager, so what if she was female? She put the pencil down and looked into the mirror again. She felt calm now, tranquil almost having thought about all that had happened. Her eyes were done perfectly; enhanced by the blues and blacks she'd blended over her eyelids. Her hair was softly twisted back into an almost plait, all off her neck and out of the way. Her nails were painted bright blood red and carefully manicured. She was ready to go and help her man win now. He'd told her that she'd helped already. His opponents were apparently distracted by having such a beauty at ringside and spent more time paying attention to her than was necessary.
There was a tap at the door and Randy entered, his final long sweeping cape around his shoulders. He'd changed his capes for every fight so that they'd matched her dresses. This one was glittery white with a matching headband around his head and thinning hair. Elizabeth's dress was off-the-shoulder white which poofed into an overlap of material before turning into a straight silver skirt to her knees with white leather heels and white satin arm stockings to finish it off.
"Ready Liz?" Randy asked cheerfully
"I guess so" Elizabeth turned from the mirror to her man "ready to watch you win"
"Oooh yeah" Randy dropped his playful expression for a second "you know things go wrong to stay out the way? If Dibiase brings that freaking giant out and causes trouble then I'll tell you what to do"
"Sure" Elizabeth reassured him
"Then let's go"
As they reached the door, Randy turned back for a second and gave his famous wide smile at his lady
"You've never looked so amazing, you do know that right?"
Elizabeth smiled, taken aback slightly as he turned and continued walking out into the corridor. It sure was nice to be complimented. She knew that he appreciated her support and her managerial skills. It was good to know he appreciated her outfits too. Fans often told her that she was an inspiration; quietly working at Randy's side, how she didn't degrade herself in the way she dressed and behaved. It was the best part about the business, being able to help and inspire people who looked up to her. If you didn't behave properly then you were degrading the business and letting down the fans and that wasn't right. Not at all.
She trotted quickly to Randy's side, her diminutive frame dwarfed by his muscular one. Crew members tipped their caps to her as she passed and she even gained a couple of wolf-whistles. Randy laughed in response to them and Liz smiled in return. For all the joking, it was time to get serious. It was time to help her man win. It was what she'd come here to do and she was going to do it, whatever it took. It was after all her job as his manager and his lady. And she was never going to give up being either of those things; they were what she lived for.
*
Randy Savage won his first WWF Championship that night when he told Elizabeth to run to the back and get Hulk Hogan who kept Andre out of the way. The image of Elizabeth on Randy's shoulder holding the title is immortal. Elizabeth continued to be by his side for a few more years before he swapped her for Sensational Sherri. They reunited only to leave for WCW together where they stayed until the mid nineties. The real life couple of Randy and Elizabeth divorced and she became Lex Luger's partner. Elizabeth died recently under mysterious circumstances. She was only in her thirties. We miss your smile Elizabeth. God Bless you.
MISS ELIZABETH; FIRST LADY
"You've got five minutes," a voice behind the door warned suddenly
Elizabeth started and closed her eyes for a second to catch her breath. Things were always a rush at Pay-Per-Views but tonight's was extra stressed. There was a tournament all night to fill the vacant WWF title with one winner going to emerge at the end of the show. Her hands shook slightly as she carefully applied a little more eyeliner. Frustrated, she slapped the pencil down on the table in front of her. Why was she so nervous? She accompanied Randy to ringside a lot, why did she pick now to be nervous? It was because it wasn't just any PPV. It was Wrestlemania. The biggest event of the year and his biggest chance yet to be champion. She stared hard at the reflection in front of her. She could see the rest of her room backwards. The deep pink carpet, the open door to the adjoining bathroom. She could see the mobile clothes rail behind her, the outfits from the last couple of hours hanging from it.
Since she knew she might be accompanying her man to the ring a possible four times, Elizabeth had brought four outfits. She'd already used three of them. A long deep blue dress with ruffled feathers overloading the off-the- shoulder neckline, then a shiny baby pink short sleeved dress with a split and overlapping knee length skirt and recently a long black dress liquid with sequins, off the shoulder again with a black over ruffled neckline. Each one finished off by fabulous expensive jewellery bought for her by Randy. Her outfits were always immaculate and expensive looking. Randy didn't mind her buying the outfits, he said she always looked amazing but she knew that the fans wanted more and since this was the Eighties, that meant as over-loaded and obviously wealthy as possible. Elizabeth didn't mind, she enjoyed having such pretty dresses and dolling herself up in such a way. People didn't say she was slutty or sexy, they said she was beautiful and that was worth so much more.
Her hand brushed against the large white vase on the dressing table. It was full of white roses. Randy had presented them to her when they'd arrived early in the afternoon.
"For your last dress" he'd said "for when we go out to the final match and you're by my side, it's for you for believing in me"
He'd been right. Of course he was. Randy was always right. That was why she was in love with him and why she was his manager. Because he was the best, because he always got the job done and because he was a winner. They'd been through a lot together. Together. They'd always been together. She took care of every business decision, every minor detail she saw to. It was her job while he wrestled in the ring. It was a manager did. She'd seen the sneers on peoples' faces. A woman manager with a charge who was capable of greatness? She'd heard the comments especially from people like Bobby Hennan who treated her like nothing more than a feeble weak woman who didn't deserve to be at ringside. She'd show him. She was a manager because it was what she liked to do. She liked negotiating his matches, finding opponents who he could beat or would test him. Ones that would make him look good. She loved him with all of her heart. That was why she was at ringside; to make sure that no one got in the way of his victories.
It had been a good weekend. Randy had trained hard for this. For his chance at the WWF championship. They'd made appearances. He'd gone through a few last minute preparations while she'd checked everything carefully once more, just to be sure. They'd had dinner with Hulk Hogan last night. Randy and Hulk were old friends and hoped they'd face each other in the final. Then there would be no malice if the other won, as long as one of them did. Elizabeth had sat quietly, pushing her food around her plate. She'd been worried about tomorrow. She wanted Randy to win so badly, his first WWE Championship but if he went up against Hogan, she didn't know what would happen. He had such phenomenal crowd support that it pushed him beyond his outer limits. Randy would never be able to reach there if he faced Hogan.
Elizabeth smiled as she picked up the eyeliner pencil again. That wasn't to be after Ted Debiase paid Andre the Giant, Hogan's worst enemy, to take Hogan out of the competition leaving the way clear for him to succeed. Well he'd have to get through Randy first. Andre the Giant was pretty terrifying and Randy was worried about having her at ringside in case he tried anything to put Randy off his match. He'd said as much after they got backstage after he beat The One Man Gang in the Semi-Finals. She'd reassured him
"I'm going to be out there Randy" her voice was soft "because I know you can do it and nothing, not even a millionaire and a giant are going to stop you tonight, the crowd believe in you and so do I"
Nothing was going to stop her being out there. It didn't matter that she wasn't as strong as some of the managers, or as skilled in the ring. What mattered was that she knew the way the business worked; she knew what happened when and where and how to solve it. She knew how to manipulate the bookers into giving Randy the matches he deserved without making it look like a manipulation. She knew how to be a manager, so what if she was female? She put the pencil down and looked into the mirror again. She felt calm now, tranquil almost having thought about all that had happened. Her eyes were done perfectly; enhanced by the blues and blacks she'd blended over her eyelids. Her hair was softly twisted back into an almost plait, all off her neck and out of the way. Her nails were painted bright blood red and carefully manicured. She was ready to go and help her man win now. He'd told her that she'd helped already. His opponents were apparently distracted by having such a beauty at ringside and spent more time paying attention to her than was necessary.
There was a tap at the door and Randy entered, his final long sweeping cape around his shoulders. He'd changed his capes for every fight so that they'd matched her dresses. This one was glittery white with a matching headband around his head and thinning hair. Elizabeth's dress was off-the-shoulder white which poofed into an overlap of material before turning into a straight silver skirt to her knees with white leather heels and white satin arm stockings to finish it off.
"Ready Liz?" Randy asked cheerfully
"I guess so" Elizabeth turned from the mirror to her man "ready to watch you win"
"Oooh yeah" Randy dropped his playful expression for a second "you know things go wrong to stay out the way? If Dibiase brings that freaking giant out and causes trouble then I'll tell you what to do"
"Sure" Elizabeth reassured him
"Then let's go"
As they reached the door, Randy turned back for a second and gave his famous wide smile at his lady
"You've never looked so amazing, you do know that right?"
Elizabeth smiled, taken aback slightly as he turned and continued walking out into the corridor. It sure was nice to be complimented. She knew that he appreciated her support and her managerial skills. It was good to know he appreciated her outfits too. Fans often told her that she was an inspiration; quietly working at Randy's side, how she didn't degrade herself in the way she dressed and behaved. It was the best part about the business, being able to help and inspire people who looked up to her. If you didn't behave properly then you were degrading the business and letting down the fans and that wasn't right. Not at all.
She trotted quickly to Randy's side, her diminutive frame dwarfed by his muscular one. Crew members tipped their caps to her as she passed and she even gained a couple of wolf-whistles. Randy laughed in response to them and Liz smiled in return. For all the joking, it was time to get serious. It was time to help her man win. It was what she'd come here to do and she was going to do it, whatever it took. It was after all her job as his manager and his lady. And she was never going to give up being either of those things; they were what she lived for.
*
Randy Savage won his first WWF Championship that night when he told Elizabeth to run to the back and get Hulk Hogan who kept Andre out of the way. The image of Elizabeth on Randy's shoulder holding the title is immortal. Elizabeth continued to be by his side for a few more years before he swapped her for Sensational Sherri. They reunited only to leave for WCW together where they stayed until the mid nineties. The real life couple of Randy and Elizabeth divorced and she became Lex Luger's partner. Elizabeth died recently under mysterious circumstances. She was only in her thirties. We miss your smile Elizabeth. God Bless you.
