| Name: Amanda Storm or plain old "Blakwidow" when the visions become too strong. (The invisible "H" is silent.) |
| Hometown: Sacramento, California. (Maine has been my adopted home since 1996.) |
| Vitals: 5'8" or 170 cm 190 lbs or 1.759 metric tons on some planets (aka mesoendomorph) |
| Eyes: Green or Blue (Nictitating membrane is goldenrod in color.) |
| Natural Hair Color: Sorry, I don't remember. I think it might be red though. |
| Birthday: June 6th |
| Training: Graduate of Killer Kowalski's Wrestling School, and currently trains with Tony Atlas. Studies submission grappling with a number of different people. |
| Best Lifts: These days I concentrate more on high-rep calisthenic workouts in addition to my weight training. For example, I'll do 500 free squats instead of using a piece of aerobic equipment for my warm-up. I like what this regime does for my functional strength. In any case my best numbers back when I was concentrating on just lifting back in the mid-90's were: and no, I will not 'entwine you between my broad thighs for some squeezing' (says with eastern bloc accent) even if you ask real nice. |
| Other Education: Bachelor degrees in History & Philosophy, Master's Degree in English Literature, additional post-graduate work in History. I also am a nationally certified massage therapist and licensed personal trainer, and for what such things are worth I am also licensed to operate everything from a motorcycle to a tractor-trailer and everything in-between. |
| Greatest Weaknesses: When I'm the evil spider queen, Blakwidow, I'd have to say Sunlight and a tendency to play with my food, though I compensate for these deficiencies somewhat through my tendency to come to the ring bearing medieval weaponry. When I'm in hand-slapping, fan-appreciating mode as Amanda Storm, I'm all but invincible unless my opponent distracts the referee and hits me over the head with a steel grapefruit, which happens far more often than you might think. |
| Attitude Towards the Fans: It all depends upon who shows up to the match. As Blakwidow I see the crowd as a canvas upon which to paint a masterpiece of destruction. (My opponent is the brush.) When I haven't been sleeping in caves or inducing visions by injesting spider venom, my sunshine personality tends to come through. I gather my strength from the people rooting for me. I ride the wave of their approbation to victory after victory against the forces of Evil. (Unless the F.O.E. hit me in the head with a chair or cell phone of course.) Whether Amanda Storm or Blakwidow, one thing will never change. I would still rather that the people not throw anything at me which weighs more than I do. |
| Favorite Animals: For pets a toss up between rabbits, cats and spiders. To eat, why like everyone else sentient vegetables of course. |
| Favorite Music: I am not really into music except as I use it in my professional life as a wrestler. (I'm more into books.) For "theme music" at shows, I use all sorts of things. Hole, White Zombie, Bon Jovi, Van Halen, Judas Priest, and yes, Cher is among my favorites for entrance music. |
| Favorite Writers: This could be a long list, but Roger Zelazny stands out. He is the only author who made me love his protagonist so much that I cried when the series ended. Isaac Asmiov, and Gibbon have both given me many hours of reading pleasure. I also find Jane Austen, Mary Renault, Robert E. Howard, C.S. Forester, and William Blake diverting. These are only a few that come to mind. The word voracious could be applied to several things in my life and reading - both fiction and non-fiction - is one of them. |
| Hobbies & Interests: I'm a Gemini so I have loads of stuff I like to do. I play the soprano recorder, and recently took up Yoga. I enjoy long, solitary walks through the woods, poetry, roleplaying games, collecting stuffed rabbits and medieval weapons. One of my favorite hobbies, besides synthesizing neurotoxins, is wrestling men, whether in the pro wrestling ring or in competitive grappling. What I mean by 'deal' is dissemble their minds and bodies much in the way a curious child takes apart an old pocket watch. (Only in the nicest possible way of course.) Naturally I haven't a clue of how to put them back together again, but the need has never really come up. |