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I can feel the men staring at me and it ain't a good thing either. They're sneering, barely concealed behind the dumbbells they're lifting. I wish I could throw one of them in their faces. That would stop the smirking. I can just hear the comments now
"She's not female, she's a drag queen"
"Which freak show did she escape from?"
I live with this. Its part of my life. It was my choice to look the way I do and I love it, most of the time. But when some shitty male thinks he can belittle me because of my choice of appearance, well I have no time for that. Bam Bam's told me I can't make a scene in a public place like the gym; it wouldn't do me any good. I know he's right but that's not gonna stop me from doing something. I snarl nastily at one of the perfect looking pretty boys who's laughing at me right now. He looks startled and quickly drops his eyes to the floor. Ha! So easily intimidated.
I walk over to the bench press and rack up the weights. This is when people decide to investigate. They pretend they're coming over to check on a near- by machine but it's nearly always to watch the freak lift weights. That's me by the way. Sure enough, two or three gym rats wander over as I lay down in position. As I begin with a grunt, they give up any pretence and watch me work. Their faces are worth it. They're shocked and perhaps even in awe that a female can lift that much. After my reps, I drop the weight bar and get up, nodding sharply to the spectators as I do. They're too astonished to nod back. They just gape as I walk past.
I have to get through my training in a short amount of time. Bam Bam said there wasn't enough time for a proper work out and that I shouldn't bother at all. I told him I had to; Luna Vachon can never stop. Its part of who I am. I have to prepare for tonight. True, I am only gonna be allowed to fight that little piece of crap Dink while Bam Bam takes care of Doink since its Intergender tag team match rules but its still a match and its still Wrestlemania.
You heard me right Wrestlemania. I am fighting at Wrestlemania. It's going to be amazing. It's the biggest spectacular of the whole year and I'm gonna be part of it. It's the one wrestling fans talk about for weeks, months; even years afterwards and I wanna make my mark. I know that most of the fans will remember pretty little Alundra Blayze as she defends the Women's title against Leilani Kai. They won't remember the hardcore freak that loves to fight. Hey, it's their loss. I am the real deal. Not some blonde Barbie who thinks she can wrestle but a real woman who's unafraid to be herself. Bam Bam always tells me I'm the best girl he's ever had and the only one he likes but then people say he's oversized with no hair and a head tattoo so he'd settle for any female who'd look his way. I think he rocks just the way he is. He's mine and that's what matters.
I go to pick up the free weights and ignore the men staring at me. They should see me when I'm out at the ring and I'm really wild. My hair is shaved up the sides and I make sure it curls up all the way down. I paint the side of my shaved head down past my ear like black veins so they can see what I'm like underneath. That way they get nothing but the truth. I don't hide beneath pretty dresses and make-up like the others. I'm just me, stripped down to the parts underneath so that they see me for what I am.
I wear wild outfits too. Leather and silver and ripped fishnets that cover just about everything and nothing too. I'm a rock chick. I compliment Bam Bam's style. I am his main squeeze after all as I'm announced. It fits that I should dress the way it's expected but not look like a rock slut. I'm Luna and no one else
You'd be surprised at the skills I have in the ring. People think I'm nothing because in their eyes I'm trash but let me tell you that I worked hard to be taken seriously. Promoters always told me that the audiences weren't ready to see me, that I'd scare the little kids. Ha! The kids just hurl abuse at me. I am part of the show. I'm the demented diva, the bad one they must boo, not the sweet and clean face like Alundra Blayze. I'm a lot more scary than her and aggressive and worthy of the Women's title. But the suits think the fans won't accept me. Like I care, I am me and I ain't ever changing. No matter how much money they throw at me to make me try and get a boob job and re-grow my hair at the sides. I like being a freak.
I drop one weight with a clunk on the rack and drop the other one down beside it. I'm nearly done. Just some push ups and I can go back to find Bam Bam and start prepping for the match. It won't take much since it's against a couple of clowns. I walk to the mat to do my reps.
"Excuse me but are you are in the right gym, the one for the freaks is just done the road" a voice interrupts my thoughts
I turn with a sneer of black lipstick. A pretty boy athlete on the mat next to mine smiles back at me. Man I'd like to smack that smile off his face. He thinks he's so funny like I haven't ever heard that one before.
"Ok smart mark; did you leave your brain at the door?" I say patronisingly
"Where did you leave your beauty huh? Oh that's right you were never given any in the first place"
That's it. I smile and then suddenly in one movement, grab him by the collar so he's pinned against the wall before grabbing his balls with the other. The smirk on his face gives way to a gulp. I grin at him. It's an old trick my wrestling coach told me when he knew I wanted to be different. Its one to garner respect with and get instant results. By the look on its face, it's worked. I move in real close so he can hear everything I say really clear.
"Listen to me, I may wear black lipstick and I may not look like a Playmate but I am beautiful not in your eyes but in my own and in my man's so unless you start showing this beauty some respect then I am gonna have to neuter you faster than you can feel it, got it?"
He nods; unsure whether to speak or not. I release him slowly and watch him leave. I know he'll be telling all his buddies that I sucked him off or something equally untrue. He won't want to tell the truth that I squeezed balls enough for him to wanna pee his pants and that I gave him a little lesson in respect. He won't tell them that because I ain't beautiful. I'm a bitch. And if that's fine with Bam Bam then that's fine with me.
I quickly do my push ups, wanting to leave since I'm aware of all the dirty looks I'm getting from the guy's group of buddies. I finish and pick up my gym bag and saunter to the door. I'm done for today. As I open the door, a guy appears through it. He looks at me and then does a double take. I smirk at him. Doesn't he like things different? I know a man that does and it takes a real man to admit that. And he's mine and we're on a winning team tonight when we assert our dominance tonight at Wrestlemania and prove to everyone watching in the arena, at home and all the people in the back taking notes that different can be good.
*
Luna and Bam Bam won against Doink and Dink at Wrestlemania X. Luna continued to be a competitor in the women's division well into the Attitude era, having a vicious rivalry with Sable and was last seen in 2000, partnering Gangeral.
I can feel the men staring at me and it ain't a good thing either. They're sneering, barely concealed behind the dumbbells they're lifting. I wish I could throw one of them in their faces. That would stop the smirking. I can just hear the comments now
"She's not female, she's a drag queen"
"Which freak show did she escape from?"
I live with this. Its part of my life. It was my choice to look the way I do and I love it, most of the time. But when some shitty male thinks he can belittle me because of my choice of appearance, well I have no time for that. Bam Bam's told me I can't make a scene in a public place like the gym; it wouldn't do me any good. I know he's right but that's not gonna stop me from doing something. I snarl nastily at one of the perfect looking pretty boys who's laughing at me right now. He looks startled and quickly drops his eyes to the floor. Ha! So easily intimidated.
I walk over to the bench press and rack up the weights. This is when people decide to investigate. They pretend they're coming over to check on a near- by machine but it's nearly always to watch the freak lift weights. That's me by the way. Sure enough, two or three gym rats wander over as I lay down in position. As I begin with a grunt, they give up any pretence and watch me work. Their faces are worth it. They're shocked and perhaps even in awe that a female can lift that much. After my reps, I drop the weight bar and get up, nodding sharply to the spectators as I do. They're too astonished to nod back. They just gape as I walk past.
I have to get through my training in a short amount of time. Bam Bam said there wasn't enough time for a proper work out and that I shouldn't bother at all. I told him I had to; Luna Vachon can never stop. Its part of who I am. I have to prepare for tonight. True, I am only gonna be allowed to fight that little piece of crap Dink while Bam Bam takes care of Doink since its Intergender tag team match rules but its still a match and its still Wrestlemania.
You heard me right Wrestlemania. I am fighting at Wrestlemania. It's going to be amazing. It's the biggest spectacular of the whole year and I'm gonna be part of it. It's the one wrestling fans talk about for weeks, months; even years afterwards and I wanna make my mark. I know that most of the fans will remember pretty little Alundra Blayze as she defends the Women's title against Leilani Kai. They won't remember the hardcore freak that loves to fight. Hey, it's their loss. I am the real deal. Not some blonde Barbie who thinks she can wrestle but a real woman who's unafraid to be herself. Bam Bam always tells me I'm the best girl he's ever had and the only one he likes but then people say he's oversized with no hair and a head tattoo so he'd settle for any female who'd look his way. I think he rocks just the way he is. He's mine and that's what matters.
I go to pick up the free weights and ignore the men staring at me. They should see me when I'm out at the ring and I'm really wild. My hair is shaved up the sides and I make sure it curls up all the way down. I paint the side of my shaved head down past my ear like black veins so they can see what I'm like underneath. That way they get nothing but the truth. I don't hide beneath pretty dresses and make-up like the others. I'm just me, stripped down to the parts underneath so that they see me for what I am.
I wear wild outfits too. Leather and silver and ripped fishnets that cover just about everything and nothing too. I'm a rock chick. I compliment Bam Bam's style. I am his main squeeze after all as I'm announced. It fits that I should dress the way it's expected but not look like a rock slut. I'm Luna and no one else
You'd be surprised at the skills I have in the ring. People think I'm nothing because in their eyes I'm trash but let me tell you that I worked hard to be taken seriously. Promoters always told me that the audiences weren't ready to see me, that I'd scare the little kids. Ha! The kids just hurl abuse at me. I am part of the show. I'm the demented diva, the bad one they must boo, not the sweet and clean face like Alundra Blayze. I'm a lot more scary than her and aggressive and worthy of the Women's title. But the suits think the fans won't accept me. Like I care, I am me and I ain't ever changing. No matter how much money they throw at me to make me try and get a boob job and re-grow my hair at the sides. I like being a freak.
I drop one weight with a clunk on the rack and drop the other one down beside it. I'm nearly done. Just some push ups and I can go back to find Bam Bam and start prepping for the match. It won't take much since it's against a couple of clowns. I walk to the mat to do my reps.
"Excuse me but are you are in the right gym, the one for the freaks is just done the road" a voice interrupts my thoughts
I turn with a sneer of black lipstick. A pretty boy athlete on the mat next to mine smiles back at me. Man I'd like to smack that smile off his face. He thinks he's so funny like I haven't ever heard that one before.
"Ok smart mark; did you leave your brain at the door?" I say patronisingly
"Where did you leave your beauty huh? Oh that's right you were never given any in the first place"
That's it. I smile and then suddenly in one movement, grab him by the collar so he's pinned against the wall before grabbing his balls with the other. The smirk on his face gives way to a gulp. I grin at him. It's an old trick my wrestling coach told me when he knew I wanted to be different. Its one to garner respect with and get instant results. By the look on its face, it's worked. I move in real close so he can hear everything I say really clear.
"Listen to me, I may wear black lipstick and I may not look like a Playmate but I am beautiful not in your eyes but in my own and in my man's so unless you start showing this beauty some respect then I am gonna have to neuter you faster than you can feel it, got it?"
He nods; unsure whether to speak or not. I release him slowly and watch him leave. I know he'll be telling all his buddies that I sucked him off or something equally untrue. He won't want to tell the truth that I squeezed balls enough for him to wanna pee his pants and that I gave him a little lesson in respect. He won't tell them that because I ain't beautiful. I'm a bitch. And if that's fine with Bam Bam then that's fine with me.
I quickly do my push ups, wanting to leave since I'm aware of all the dirty looks I'm getting from the guy's group of buddies. I finish and pick up my gym bag and saunter to the door. I'm done for today. As I open the door, a guy appears through it. He looks at me and then does a double take. I smirk at him. Doesn't he like things different? I know a man that does and it takes a real man to admit that. And he's mine and we're on a winning team tonight when we assert our dominance tonight at Wrestlemania and prove to everyone watching in the arena, at home and all the people in the back taking notes that different can be good.
*
Luna and Bam Bam won against Doink and Dink at Wrestlemania X. Luna continued to be a competitor in the women's division well into the Attitude era, having a vicious rivalry with Sable and was last seen in 2000, partnering Gangeral.
