Post by Justice on Nov 20, 2010 3:20:59 GMT -5
That's right! For the first time ever, "The Voluptuous Vixen" tells it like it is in her own words! Also included: backstage and behind-the-scenes footage of Justice on the road, in the locker room, at home; some of the greatest matches of her career including the controversial match that started it all, the "Hell in a Cell" match with "Stone Cold" Steve Austin!
Here are some exerpts:
On her Childhood
My childhood was the bollocks! My parents were always supportive of everything I did. They were loving and caring. I never wanted for anything.......
....Moving to a new country was hard but I was fortunate enough to meet Kirsten and her sister Nicole. We really bonded and supported each other.
On her Start in Wrestling
I actually started out hating wrestling. My father is a bloke's bloke. He relishes his sports, his pints, his mates, and his birds. Not to say that my pup was a cad, far from it. He just fancied a pretty bird as much as the next bloke, but always made sure that my mum knew that she was the only bird for him.
Now, most of his sporting was done with his mates either at their flats or at the pub. Oddly, his mates did not share my pup's love of wrestling. So that he would watch on the tele at home.
Off screen interviewer: But why did you hate wrestling? Did you hate your father or something?
Not in the least! As I mentioned, my pup was a bloke's bloke. I am a lass. My pup made sure that in no uncertain terms that he loved me beyond life itself, but he did not know how to relate to a young bird. So I spent much of my young life trying to get him to notice me, but to no avail. Wrestling was the only hobby that he had that I was witness to since everything else he did was with his mates away from home and my eyes. So I blamed wrestling for stealing my father from me.
Off screen interviewer: But how did you get started in this business that you blamed for stealing your father from you?
One day, my mum said to me "Dear, instead of trying to get him interested in what you like, why not show an interest in what he likes?" So I quietly sat down on the edge of the couch, beside my pup and absentmindedly stared in the direction of the tele. I was not even paying any mind to what was on the tele. I merely sat and waited to see what my pup would do. After a time, he playfully grabbed my shoulders, pulled me back against the back of the couch next to him and put his arm over my shoulders. I had the biggest smile on my face for the remainder of the show.
In the weeks that followed, my pup would explain things to me as they happened on the tele and we would play around during the advertisements. My father, I would soon find out, was a working wrestler himself and saw an interest and potential in his little bird. This prompted him to spend a considerable amount of the family savings on converting our basement into a training facility. Who knew that at eight years old, I had already chosen my future career?
On Entering the WWE
When I was seventeen, WWE (well, WWF at the time) was in a major war on Monday nights with WCW. Both companies were in a major aquisition mode, especially for anything different. While I was far from unique, I had an overly-motivated manager that was my father. He hounded the WWF offices mercilessly trying to get a meeting with Mr. McMahon. Finally, in an effort to get him to leave them alone, Mr. McMahon agreed to a five minute meeting on the condition that regardless of the outcome, that was the last time they would hear from my pup.
WWF was putting a show on in Boston and that was where the meeting would take place. My pup did not tell me about this meeting at all. I was under the impression we were merely going to take in the show. My pup was so agitated I knew something was up but could not guess what. Then, shortly before the show was to begin, two rather large security came to escort us to our meeting. My father was relieved that Mr. McMahon did not go back on his word. They led us up to the box seating area and into Mr. McMahon's private box! I was stunned! Shane and Stephanie were there as well as this event was being used for the tele.
It was a whirlwind of a five minutes! My pup promoted the hell out of me, even going so far as to make questionable comments about my figure. We talked about it later after everyone's eyebrows were raised, including my own. It was merely a mix of his over-exhuberance as a fan meeting the McMahon family, and knowing that this was his one chance to pitch his daughter as a future WWF talent. He put a little too much pressure on himself to not fail. He was pretty embarrased himself after he calmed down and replayed his pitch in his mind!
But it worked. All of the McMahons looked me over with approval in their eyes. They did appear a little disbelieving when my pup extolled my in-ring abilities but liked enough of what they saw to try me out. I found out later that they had asked some of the local wrestlers and the promoter (who I happened to work for) about my skills. Security was asked to pass along a note that I was to remain after the show for a tryout in a dark match with one of the women on the roster.
On the "Match from Hell"
It was brutal. To this day, I will give all the respect in the world to "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. He had many good reasons to dislike me but in that match, he still behaved as a consumate professional. Sure, he did potatoe me a number of times, but I gave as good as I was given to. He had some extra incentive going into that match, but he never once took liberties with my body or health.
On being "Future Endeavored"
It was a mutual decision. Most of the fans, the smart marks included, were fooled into thinking it was a part of the storyline since we had already established a history of me being fired weekly. I should also mention that those firings were infact, real. That was not some kayfabe storyline gimmick. Mr. McMahon would routinely fire me every week because I would pull some stunt either in the ring or backstage that would not sit well with him. But everyone thought it was a storyline since I was always called back to work for the following week. This led to one of my fondest memories.
One week, he actually had not called me to come to work that week, but I went anyway. The look on Mr. McMahon's face was priceless. Take the worst face he ever made on camera and it was worse than that. He asked me why I was there and I replied that I was there to work. He responded by reminding me that I was fired the previous week. I told him that I figured that he would require my services anyway so there I was. He reminded me that he hadn't called me to tell me this. I thought it was best to end this game since the entire locker room was watching this exchange and fell silent. I let him do his whole "Mr. McMahon" skit on me and turned to leave when he was finished. He stopped me and said that since I was already there, he would find something for me to do. He promptly fired me afterward but I waited for his phone call afterward.
My "final" release was a mutual decision between myself and WWF Corporate. It actually was not meant to be my final release but things had changed in the time I was gone and I took a little longer than expected to find the desire to return. It was caused by mounting pressures from women's groups, tele watchdogs, advertisers afraid of the controversy, and others. I was drained and burnt out as much of the attacks were targetted at myself directly. So it was in everyone's best interest that I be released so that I could take the time that I needed to recharge and my release would show the advertisers et al. that they were working hard to allay their fears.
On Love and Wrestling
Z is my everything. I have never met a bloke like him. We cannot bamboozle each other as we know each other's tricks. We trust each other implicitly. I have never met a mate like him and praise every morning I wake up beside him. We support and respect each other's decisions. We do have spats, but that merely shows that we love each other enough to challenge each other and ensure that we are making the best decisions at the time.
Off screen interviewer: Are you planning on settling down and starting a family now that you've retired?
Bloody hell! Retired?!?! I have not retired! I understand that I have not been as active as of late, but I would say that rumors of retirement are still a tad premature, would you agree?
Here are some exerpts:
On her Childhood
My childhood was the bollocks! My parents were always supportive of everything I did. They were loving and caring. I never wanted for anything.......
....Moving to a new country was hard but I was fortunate enough to meet Kirsten and her sister Nicole. We really bonded and supported each other.
On her Start in Wrestling
I actually started out hating wrestling. My father is a bloke's bloke. He relishes his sports, his pints, his mates, and his birds. Not to say that my pup was a cad, far from it. He just fancied a pretty bird as much as the next bloke, but always made sure that my mum knew that she was the only bird for him.
Now, most of his sporting was done with his mates either at their flats or at the pub. Oddly, his mates did not share my pup's love of wrestling. So that he would watch on the tele at home.
Off screen interviewer: But why did you hate wrestling? Did you hate your father or something?
Not in the least! As I mentioned, my pup was a bloke's bloke. I am a lass. My pup made sure that in no uncertain terms that he loved me beyond life itself, but he did not know how to relate to a young bird. So I spent much of my young life trying to get him to notice me, but to no avail. Wrestling was the only hobby that he had that I was witness to since everything else he did was with his mates away from home and my eyes. So I blamed wrestling for stealing my father from me.
Off screen interviewer: But how did you get started in this business that you blamed for stealing your father from you?
One day, my mum said to me "Dear, instead of trying to get him interested in what you like, why not show an interest in what he likes?" So I quietly sat down on the edge of the couch, beside my pup and absentmindedly stared in the direction of the tele. I was not even paying any mind to what was on the tele. I merely sat and waited to see what my pup would do. After a time, he playfully grabbed my shoulders, pulled me back against the back of the couch next to him and put his arm over my shoulders. I had the biggest smile on my face for the remainder of the show.
In the weeks that followed, my pup would explain things to me as they happened on the tele and we would play around during the advertisements. My father, I would soon find out, was a working wrestler himself and saw an interest and potential in his little bird. This prompted him to spend a considerable amount of the family savings on converting our basement into a training facility. Who knew that at eight years old, I had already chosen my future career?
On Entering the WWE
When I was seventeen, WWE (well, WWF at the time) was in a major war on Monday nights with WCW. Both companies were in a major aquisition mode, especially for anything different. While I was far from unique, I had an overly-motivated manager that was my father. He hounded the WWF offices mercilessly trying to get a meeting with Mr. McMahon. Finally, in an effort to get him to leave them alone, Mr. McMahon agreed to a five minute meeting on the condition that regardless of the outcome, that was the last time they would hear from my pup.
WWF was putting a show on in Boston and that was where the meeting would take place. My pup did not tell me about this meeting at all. I was under the impression we were merely going to take in the show. My pup was so agitated I knew something was up but could not guess what. Then, shortly before the show was to begin, two rather large security came to escort us to our meeting. My father was relieved that Mr. McMahon did not go back on his word. They led us up to the box seating area and into Mr. McMahon's private box! I was stunned! Shane and Stephanie were there as well as this event was being used for the tele.
It was a whirlwind of a five minutes! My pup promoted the hell out of me, even going so far as to make questionable comments about my figure. We talked about it later after everyone's eyebrows were raised, including my own. It was merely a mix of his over-exhuberance as a fan meeting the McMahon family, and knowing that this was his one chance to pitch his daughter as a future WWF talent. He put a little too much pressure on himself to not fail. He was pretty embarrased himself after he calmed down and replayed his pitch in his mind!
But it worked. All of the McMahons looked me over with approval in their eyes. They did appear a little disbelieving when my pup extolled my in-ring abilities but liked enough of what they saw to try me out. I found out later that they had asked some of the local wrestlers and the promoter (who I happened to work for) about my skills. Security was asked to pass along a note that I was to remain after the show for a tryout in a dark match with one of the women on the roster.
On the "Match from Hell"
It was brutal. To this day, I will give all the respect in the world to "Stone Cold" Steve Austin. He had many good reasons to dislike me but in that match, he still behaved as a consumate professional. Sure, he did potatoe me a number of times, but I gave as good as I was given to. He had some extra incentive going into that match, but he never once took liberties with my body or health.
On being "Future Endeavored"
It was a mutual decision. Most of the fans, the smart marks included, were fooled into thinking it was a part of the storyline since we had already established a history of me being fired weekly. I should also mention that those firings were infact, real. That was not some kayfabe storyline gimmick. Mr. McMahon would routinely fire me every week because I would pull some stunt either in the ring or backstage that would not sit well with him. But everyone thought it was a storyline since I was always called back to work for the following week. This led to one of my fondest memories.
One week, he actually had not called me to come to work that week, but I went anyway. The look on Mr. McMahon's face was priceless. Take the worst face he ever made on camera and it was worse than that. He asked me why I was there and I replied that I was there to work. He responded by reminding me that I was fired the previous week. I told him that I figured that he would require my services anyway so there I was. He reminded me that he hadn't called me to tell me this. I thought it was best to end this game since the entire locker room was watching this exchange and fell silent. I let him do his whole "Mr. McMahon" skit on me and turned to leave when he was finished. He stopped me and said that since I was already there, he would find something for me to do. He promptly fired me afterward but I waited for his phone call afterward.
My "final" release was a mutual decision between myself and WWF Corporate. It actually was not meant to be my final release but things had changed in the time I was gone and I took a little longer than expected to find the desire to return. It was caused by mounting pressures from women's groups, tele watchdogs, advertisers afraid of the controversy, and others. I was drained and burnt out as much of the attacks were targetted at myself directly. So it was in everyone's best interest that I be released so that I could take the time that I needed to recharge and my release would show the advertisers et al. that they were working hard to allay their fears.
On Love and Wrestling
Z is my everything. I have never met a bloke like him. We cannot bamboozle each other as we know each other's tricks. We trust each other implicitly. I have never met a mate like him and praise every morning I wake up beside him. We support and respect each other's decisions. We do have spats, but that merely shows that we love each other enough to challenge each other and ensure that we are making the best decisions at the time.
Off screen interviewer: Are you planning on settling down and starting a family now that you've retired?
Bloody hell! Retired?!?! I have not retired! I understand that I have not been as active as of late, but I would say that rumors of retirement are still a tad premature, would you agree?
