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VICTORIA: ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID
I watch her through the glass as she stands on a grassy bank, her hair whipped into oblivion by the brisk playful wind. Her arms are raised up, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She is beautiful, my breath catches in my throat as she opens her eyes and glances back at me. I raise a hand and smile. She smiles back before turning back towards the horizon. My smile widens as I take in her appearance; tight black pants like liquid skin cling to her, a black halter top reveals a bare back for me to gaze at. All her curves are perfectly accented for me to appreciate. If only she knew how beautiful she was. Even in her madness, she is beautiful to me.
It was her madness that drew me to her. That wide-eyed glare she'd perfected from days staring at her beautiful reflection in admiration. That tight shapely body she'd worked at for years through fitness competitions. That voice that sneered and cooed in turn, full of love and loathing. She never turned it against me. It was always against a diva. Someone she hated. Envied. Wanted to destroy.
I am not sane myself. My time spent trying to cleanse the WWE of its filth has certainly rendered my brain dysfunctional. All the overt violence and nearly-naked women made me mad with rage. They are affecting the children, contaminating their brains. But when my Right to Censor crumbled to dust, I discovered that my mind was never the same. It had been tainted by all that I'd seen and tried to destroy. I revel in it; the skewed view of the world it reveals to me where everything makes sense, the people it strips of their masks and disguises so that I can see them for who they truly are. I thought no one shared my unique take on the world. Then Victoria came to me and told me all that she had seen. I realised that she was talking about my dreams and the nightmares they created. She knew all that I knew and more. She had been turned more than me through being reduced to selling her body as one of the Godfather's hos. When Chyna broke her for philandering with Eddie Guerrero, she collapsed and was overtaken by intense rage. She trained hard to get back to where she is. Her mind was cracked and fragile, never the same again.
I see her scream. It is silent to me but to those passing by, it is terrifying. Like a madwoman's call for sanity to return. What does she want with sanity? It is for the weak who need something solid to fall on. Insanity is freedom from everything. Victoria understands that. That's why she tore apart Stacy and Terri. Worthless pieces of filth who are no use at all in the WWE. Piece of eye candy for perverted men to stare at. They should be staring at my Victoria. She is the most beautiful of all the divas here. She is different, expressive in her violence, the toughest and strongest of all. Sure Jazz is something of a challenge. I used to be her partner when I had not discovered Victoria's madness. Jazz was amazing, tough and pretty in her own way. She didn't fully understand me, thought I was 'weird' or 'hokey'. I told her she was a bitch who didn't deserve the vision I contained. She punched me in the face when I said that and I didn't see her for a long time afterwards. She is nearly Victoria's equal in the ring but out of it? She doesn't even come close. Victoria is incandescent.
I press a hand against the glass and watch as she falls suddenly down into a sitting position. I see her methodically begin to shred the fallen leaves at her feet. I can see her lips move in inaudible mutterings. I wish I could see inside of her. She tells me that I can, that when I look at her, she feels like I'm seeing through her into her very being. Maybe I am and just don't know it. Maybe it's all in her head. Maybe. I know she's telling the truth. She's scattering the leaves now. Tiny shreds of nature peppering the air. She tries to find the answers in the wind. She says it tells her things, things only she should know because it tells her answers to questions she asks. She sits out a lot in the wind, her hair a flowing black river as the wind pulls is every way it can, jealous of the silky texture and wanting to use it as a template. She turns again and smiles at me. I smile back. She's coming in now. Then we can find comfort together. In intertwined limbs and salty sweetness. She tells me it heals her. I know it heals me. Makes another piece of my troubled fractures mend again, like a shaft of light piercing the darkness at last. She tells me that I'm the beautiful one. The one she tried to find to help her. She says that I helped her defeat Trish, the blonde who blocked her fitness modelling career. That I helped her win her precious title, the thing she clings more to than me. That I am her centre just as she is mine.
Now she's looking at me. Those elegant black-outlined orbs that were stolen from a sleeping cat. I feel myself moving closer, wanting to be part of her again. I am overpowered by her beauty again. She's beautiful in her madness. Did I tell you that? Drawing me in until I am no more me than she is her and we are one. As the voices said we would be.
*
Victoria made a path of destruction when she entered the WWE last year. Her moves are technical and powerful. She had a long destructive feud with Trish Stratus which took women's wrestling to whole new level of brutality. They had the first ever Hardcore Women's Championship Match at Survivor Series, which ended in Victoria winning the title for the first time. She is the WWE's first loose cannon diva, destructive, unhinged and deadly with the equally crazy Stevie Richards at her side. In real life Lisa Marie Varon has been a fitness model, a personal trainer, one of the God father's hos who was powerbombed through a table and now a Diva and former Women's champion. She is the future and has done a lot to restore life and credibility to the women's division. .
VICTORIA: ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID
I watch her through the glass as she stands on a grassy bank, her hair whipped into oblivion by the brisk playful wind. Her arms are raised up, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She is beautiful, my breath catches in my throat as she opens her eyes and glances back at me. I raise a hand and smile. She smiles back before turning back towards the horizon. My smile widens as I take in her appearance; tight black pants like liquid skin cling to her, a black halter top reveals a bare back for me to gaze at. All her curves are perfectly accented for me to appreciate. If only she knew how beautiful she was. Even in her madness, she is beautiful to me.
It was her madness that drew me to her. That wide-eyed glare she'd perfected from days staring at her beautiful reflection in admiration. That tight shapely body she'd worked at for years through fitness competitions. That voice that sneered and cooed in turn, full of love and loathing. She never turned it against me. It was always against a diva. Someone she hated. Envied. Wanted to destroy.
I am not sane myself. My time spent trying to cleanse the WWE of its filth has certainly rendered my brain dysfunctional. All the overt violence and nearly-naked women made me mad with rage. They are affecting the children, contaminating their brains. But when my Right to Censor crumbled to dust, I discovered that my mind was never the same. It had been tainted by all that I'd seen and tried to destroy. I revel in it; the skewed view of the world it reveals to me where everything makes sense, the people it strips of their masks and disguises so that I can see them for who they truly are. I thought no one shared my unique take on the world. Then Victoria came to me and told me all that she had seen. I realised that she was talking about my dreams and the nightmares they created. She knew all that I knew and more. She had been turned more than me through being reduced to selling her body as one of the Godfather's hos. When Chyna broke her for philandering with Eddie Guerrero, she collapsed and was overtaken by intense rage. She trained hard to get back to where she is. Her mind was cracked and fragile, never the same again.
I see her scream. It is silent to me but to those passing by, it is terrifying. Like a madwoman's call for sanity to return. What does she want with sanity? It is for the weak who need something solid to fall on. Insanity is freedom from everything. Victoria understands that. That's why she tore apart Stacy and Terri. Worthless pieces of filth who are no use at all in the WWE. Piece of eye candy for perverted men to stare at. They should be staring at my Victoria. She is the most beautiful of all the divas here. She is different, expressive in her violence, the toughest and strongest of all. Sure Jazz is something of a challenge. I used to be her partner when I had not discovered Victoria's madness. Jazz was amazing, tough and pretty in her own way. She didn't fully understand me, thought I was 'weird' or 'hokey'. I told her she was a bitch who didn't deserve the vision I contained. She punched me in the face when I said that and I didn't see her for a long time afterwards. She is nearly Victoria's equal in the ring but out of it? She doesn't even come close. Victoria is incandescent.
I press a hand against the glass and watch as she falls suddenly down into a sitting position. I see her methodically begin to shred the fallen leaves at her feet. I can see her lips move in inaudible mutterings. I wish I could see inside of her. She tells me that I can, that when I look at her, she feels like I'm seeing through her into her very being. Maybe I am and just don't know it. Maybe it's all in her head. Maybe. I know she's telling the truth. She's scattering the leaves now. Tiny shreds of nature peppering the air. She tries to find the answers in the wind. She says it tells her things, things only she should know because it tells her answers to questions she asks. She sits out a lot in the wind, her hair a flowing black river as the wind pulls is every way it can, jealous of the silky texture and wanting to use it as a template. She turns again and smiles at me. I smile back. She's coming in now. Then we can find comfort together. In intertwined limbs and salty sweetness. She tells me it heals her. I know it heals me. Makes another piece of my troubled fractures mend again, like a shaft of light piercing the darkness at last. She tells me that I'm the beautiful one. The one she tried to find to help her. She says that I helped her defeat Trish, the blonde who blocked her fitness modelling career. That I helped her win her precious title, the thing she clings more to than me. That I am her centre just as she is mine.
Now she's looking at me. Those elegant black-outlined orbs that were stolen from a sleeping cat. I feel myself moving closer, wanting to be part of her again. I am overpowered by her beauty again. She's beautiful in her madness. Did I tell you that? Drawing me in until I am no more me than she is her and we are one. As the voices said we would be.
*
Victoria made a path of destruction when she entered the WWE last year. Her moves are technical and powerful. She had a long destructive feud with Trish Stratus which took women's wrestling to whole new level of brutality. They had the first ever Hardcore Women's Championship Match at Survivor Series, which ended in Victoria winning the title for the first time. She is the WWE's first loose cannon diva, destructive, unhinged and deadly with the equally crazy Stevie Richards at her side. In real life Lisa Marie Varon has been a fitness model, a personal trainer, one of the God father's hos who was powerbombed through a table and now a Diva and former Women's champion. She is the future and has done a lot to restore life and credibility to the women's division. .
