Victoria Wrestles	   Victoria Wrestles

 by Laurie Strode

  

 Author's website:
http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/lauriestrodeisa0/index.html

 Disclaimer: Dont own them. and sadly I wont be getting them for
christmas. 

 Author's Notes: Thanks to lisa, she makes me. 

 Story Notes: Spoiler for VS pt2 

 

 

 Disclaimer: I don't own DS or WWE, I am not making any profit so don't
sue. 

 I watch WWE wrestling and noticed that there is a wrestler there who
calls herself Victoria and plays a really crazy character. I knew :p that
this had to be the same person. Here is a little story on what happened
after the train. 

 Ps. Yeah, I know wrestling is fake. Its almost like a soap opera though.
Same bad acting. The only difference is there is blood and well shaped men
in little clothing in wrestling. 

 It's my true calling. I never knew it before. I have seen it on the
television and never really took a second look at it but then, after the
pain I saw in Ben's eyes when he fell from that train, I knew my life had
changed forever. I could no longer stay in the States; I had to leave
everything I knew. 

 I went all over Mexico. Searching for what, I don't know. Some jobs tided
me over for a while, waitress, bullfighter, dominatrix, but none of them
really seemed to fit me. 

 That was when it happened. A group of men came walking into the bar I was
working at in spandex, which wasn't at all flattering, and masks. I asked
them what kind of circus they belonged to and they got right up in my
face, telling me I needed to respect them they worked on the mat, and in
Mexico that apparently means a lot. 

 I shook it off thinking not much of them, but one evening I decided to go
to one of the matches and from the first time I saw them I couldn't take
my eyes off them. It was like poetry, but instead of all that mushy horse
shit about comparing people to summer this had blood. Blood, sweat, tears,
Shame, mockery, and even the hero being crushed... I loved it. I knew from
then on that is what I needed to do with my life. 

 After matches I asked them to show me, teach me this art. They agreed as
long as they could use my services as dominatrix for the time I was
training. I agreed, after all being able to beat up men in and out of the
ring seemed like a pretty happy existence for me. 

 A couple years later my fellow wrestlers introduced me to Vince McMahon
as "the crazy one." He listened to me talking about making not only men,
but woman suffer for about 3 hours. He had a big grin on his face and told
me he would find me a home with the WWE. 

 It has taken me a long time to work my way up the WWE but I have finally
made it. Sure none of the women want me to be in the same place as them,
as a matter of fact neither do the men, but they all respect me. I can
tell with the fear they always have in their eyes when they look at me.
Like they think I am going to castrate them, it only happened once and
that was a mistake. 

 Some times I enter the arena early and watch as they put the ring
together, and I know that this is where I was meant to be. Every day I
wake up and thank Ray for shooting Ben. Not only because of the sheer
pleasure I got from it, but because without it, I wouldn't be where I was
meant to be. And that's right here, on the mat. 

End Victoria Wrestles by Laurie Strode: laurie_strode22@yahoo.ca

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