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SABLE: ABUSE ME
I can't remember how it all started, how everything changed so quickly. It seems all so sudden looking back on it and it probably was. Love and hate are so closely linked that it can change from one to the other in an instant. That's what happened with Marc I think. He just switched sides before I realised what was happening. Jealousy can be a bitter thing.
I look into the mirror and look at the woman staring back. She's wearing black of course. Tight fitting black that hugs every curve and shows enough skin to keep the men happy. And I'm showing a lot of skin tonight. But not Marc. He wants me to cover up. He hates other men looking at me.
"That's my woman" he'd yell at some poor crew member who'd eyed me up casually
That's why I'm wearing it I think. To annoy him. He deserves everything he gets and more. People don't know what I've been through. They don't know the abuse I've suffered and I don't just mean on-screen either. Marc is a master at keeping things secret and my abuse at his hands is one of his masterpieces. My fists tighten at the thought. I can see them in the mirror, knuckles whitening from the pressure.
I begin to brush my hair. It's an idle action that keeps my hands from smashing the mirror into thousands of little pieces. That's why I won't have to look at my reflection any more. Or the marks that only my eyes can pick out. The large bruise across my stomach hidden under my top, some more bruising on my knees and by my ear. I can cover it up; I'm a master at that. Years have taught me how, with make-up and female magic. It's not a skill I'm proud of. I never thought I'd have to use it. How wrong could I have been?
I fight every time it happens. He laughs and carries on beating me. He thinks it's amusing to see me try and fight against his fists. Well I don't. I loved him once but now, he's nothing to me. Just an abusive asshole. He'll always be that way now. I know he won't change again. He likes this new aggressive persona he's discovered and wants to continue to use it in the ring. I'd kill him if I could get away with it.
And no one knows about it. I continue to brush my hair, it becomes spiteful and my scalp hurts from the force of it. I'm taking my frustrations out on my own hair. It's pathetic and he'd laugh to see it. He'd know he's gotten to me, that it's finally worked and I am literally his bitch. I never will be to his face, never.
I slam the brush down onto the table so that it makes a loud smack as it lands. The sound rebounds off the walls and flies right back to me. It feels like a fist has punched me in the face. Wait, no it doesn't. I know that feeling well and that's not really it. It was a sound and no more. Not what I feel. I don't feel it every night; in fact I don't know when I feel it. It seems regular but it might just be every month or so. No, it can't be. It's a lot more than that, that I know.
How long has it been going on? A while I guess. When we first got together back when he rescued me from that blue-blood Hunter Hearst Helmsley, he was sweet and attentive and so intense. I'd watch him practise sparring as I worked the weights. He was magnificent to watch; completely focused on the punch bag in front of him. He was Marvellous Marc Mero. He always will be.
But now he can't handle the fact that me, Sable, his girlfriend is higher up the roster than him. Hey I've worked hard to get where I am and he can't handle the fact that I'm flying high. I deserve this success. I really do. I've had some tough bitches to plough through on the way like one Luna who deserves everything she gets from me but the challenges exhilarate me. It's all part of the game. So why did he stop playing it right?
Sure in this business women can get treated like shit. They can be shoved at ringside as meaningless eye candy and just stand there looking trashy. They can get lousy paydays and do endless travel for nothing while their relationships with people back home get torn to shreds by the tough shell they have to grow to get used to the comments and critics. But we can also have a great time. We can fight in the ring if promoters are forward thinking enough to allow it against equally tough women who want to prove something too. We can be tough as hell and sexy with it. We can claw our way to the top and grab that women's belt when the time is right by having rivalries and catfights. The women here have no problem beating the hell out of each other if it means getting to the top. I admire that and I crave it, its all part of the job. I love looking good too, its all part of my package; the sexy diva who can fight too. And people know who I am in the mainstream; they've seen my pictures and they love my curves. They think I just stand around and look good. They have no idea.
That's why Marc's jealous. I'm a mainstream star and he isn't known outside of the ring. More than that when people want autograph's they want mine. He's been talking about Jacqueline recently too. She's this diva who can fight really well. She's excellent between the ropes, I love trying to kill her. Only Marc thinks she'll be better at ringside, that she won't cause problems like I do. She won't overshadow him.
He tries to hurt me because he knows I'll be ashamed with bandages covering the marks and excuses shrugged out. He knows that I can't be seen this way. He's gonna be in for a big shock tonight because I've challenged him to a match. Yeah you heard me; I've challenged my man, Marc Mero to an on-on-one match tonight on Raw which I'm just getting ready for. He laughed but he's gonna be Sable-bombed before tonight's over. I promise you that. Tonight I'm making my stand against him because I don't want to take this abusive shit any longer.
I tie my hair back into this big thick ponytail, making sure that the marks by my ear are covered sufficiently. My make up is applied as perfectly dark as ever. No one will ever know but when I bust out of this relationship then my star can shine properly, the way it should do. No man is holding me back. I'm going straight to the top.
*
Sable won her match that night against Mero with a Sable Bomb. She continued to rise in the WWF as the first crossover diva into the mainstream. She was a Playboy cover girl and began her acting career. She was a great talent in the ring (Women's champion and intergender matches) and at ringside. She was released from the WWF accused of being a bitch backstage and having a huge ego and filed a lawsuit against them for the treatment she received. In real-life, she and Marc Mero are married and have been for a while now. She recently returned to the WWF on Smackdown and has been causing problems for Torrie Wilson ever since. Sable will always be the first ever super-diva who's popularity exploded into the mainstream.
SABLE: ABUSE ME
I can't remember how it all started, how everything changed so quickly. It seems all so sudden looking back on it and it probably was. Love and hate are so closely linked that it can change from one to the other in an instant. That's what happened with Marc I think. He just switched sides before I realised what was happening. Jealousy can be a bitter thing.
I look into the mirror and look at the woman staring back. She's wearing black of course. Tight fitting black that hugs every curve and shows enough skin to keep the men happy. And I'm showing a lot of skin tonight. But not Marc. He wants me to cover up. He hates other men looking at me.
"That's my woman" he'd yell at some poor crew member who'd eyed me up casually
That's why I'm wearing it I think. To annoy him. He deserves everything he gets and more. People don't know what I've been through. They don't know the abuse I've suffered and I don't just mean on-screen either. Marc is a master at keeping things secret and my abuse at his hands is one of his masterpieces. My fists tighten at the thought. I can see them in the mirror, knuckles whitening from the pressure.
I begin to brush my hair. It's an idle action that keeps my hands from smashing the mirror into thousands of little pieces. That's why I won't have to look at my reflection any more. Or the marks that only my eyes can pick out. The large bruise across my stomach hidden under my top, some more bruising on my knees and by my ear. I can cover it up; I'm a master at that. Years have taught me how, with make-up and female magic. It's not a skill I'm proud of. I never thought I'd have to use it. How wrong could I have been?
I fight every time it happens. He laughs and carries on beating me. He thinks it's amusing to see me try and fight against his fists. Well I don't. I loved him once but now, he's nothing to me. Just an abusive asshole. He'll always be that way now. I know he won't change again. He likes this new aggressive persona he's discovered and wants to continue to use it in the ring. I'd kill him if I could get away with it.
And no one knows about it. I continue to brush my hair, it becomes spiteful and my scalp hurts from the force of it. I'm taking my frustrations out on my own hair. It's pathetic and he'd laugh to see it. He'd know he's gotten to me, that it's finally worked and I am literally his bitch. I never will be to his face, never.
I slam the brush down onto the table so that it makes a loud smack as it lands. The sound rebounds off the walls and flies right back to me. It feels like a fist has punched me in the face. Wait, no it doesn't. I know that feeling well and that's not really it. It was a sound and no more. Not what I feel. I don't feel it every night; in fact I don't know when I feel it. It seems regular but it might just be every month or so. No, it can't be. It's a lot more than that, that I know.
How long has it been going on? A while I guess. When we first got together back when he rescued me from that blue-blood Hunter Hearst Helmsley, he was sweet and attentive and so intense. I'd watch him practise sparring as I worked the weights. He was magnificent to watch; completely focused on the punch bag in front of him. He was Marvellous Marc Mero. He always will be.
But now he can't handle the fact that me, Sable, his girlfriend is higher up the roster than him. Hey I've worked hard to get where I am and he can't handle the fact that I'm flying high. I deserve this success. I really do. I've had some tough bitches to plough through on the way like one Luna who deserves everything she gets from me but the challenges exhilarate me. It's all part of the game. So why did he stop playing it right?
Sure in this business women can get treated like shit. They can be shoved at ringside as meaningless eye candy and just stand there looking trashy. They can get lousy paydays and do endless travel for nothing while their relationships with people back home get torn to shreds by the tough shell they have to grow to get used to the comments and critics. But we can also have a great time. We can fight in the ring if promoters are forward thinking enough to allow it against equally tough women who want to prove something too. We can be tough as hell and sexy with it. We can claw our way to the top and grab that women's belt when the time is right by having rivalries and catfights. The women here have no problem beating the hell out of each other if it means getting to the top. I admire that and I crave it, its all part of the job. I love looking good too, its all part of my package; the sexy diva who can fight too. And people know who I am in the mainstream; they've seen my pictures and they love my curves. They think I just stand around and look good. They have no idea.
That's why Marc's jealous. I'm a mainstream star and he isn't known outside of the ring. More than that when people want autograph's they want mine. He's been talking about Jacqueline recently too. She's this diva who can fight really well. She's excellent between the ropes, I love trying to kill her. Only Marc thinks she'll be better at ringside, that she won't cause problems like I do. She won't overshadow him.
He tries to hurt me because he knows I'll be ashamed with bandages covering the marks and excuses shrugged out. He knows that I can't be seen this way. He's gonna be in for a big shock tonight because I've challenged him to a match. Yeah you heard me; I've challenged my man, Marc Mero to an on-on-one match tonight on Raw which I'm just getting ready for. He laughed but he's gonna be Sable-bombed before tonight's over. I promise you that. Tonight I'm making my stand against him because I don't want to take this abusive shit any longer.
I tie my hair back into this big thick ponytail, making sure that the marks by my ear are covered sufficiently. My make up is applied as perfectly dark as ever. No one will ever know but when I bust out of this relationship then my star can shine properly, the way it should do. No man is holding me back. I'm going straight to the top.
*
Sable won her match that night against Mero with a Sable Bomb. She continued to rise in the WWF as the first crossover diva into the mainstream. She was a Playboy cover girl and began her acting career. She was a great talent in the ring (Women's champion and intergender matches) and at ringside. She was released from the WWF accused of being a bitch backstage and having a huge ego and filed a lawsuit against them for the treatment she received. In real-life, she and Marc Mero are married and have been for a while now. She recently returned to the WWF on Smackdown and has been causing problems for Torrie Wilson ever since. Sable will always be the first ever super-diva who's popularity exploded into the mainstream.
