 | Here I am making my entrance, and also showing Chris why the Mike Hollow, the chief instructor down at Killer Kowalski's, is always saying, "Give him chops, Amanda. Light him up!" |
| I've heard a lot of good things about Yankee Pro Wrestling down in Massachusetts. So when they started matching me up with the boys, well, I was hooked. First in line was Chris Blackheart. Now Chris and I didn't exactly get off on what you would call the right foot. Our conversation went a little like this: |
| "So you're that girl wrestler. You were on MTV, right?" Blackheart sneered as he shook my hand. |
| "Yuppers. That'd be me. The girl wrestler." |
| Here I am making my entrance, and also showing Chris why the Mike Hollow, the chief instructor down at Killer Kowalski's, is always saying, "Give him chops, Amanda. Light him up!" |
| "Where's the other girl you're with?" he asked. "Don't see what the big deal is about you anyway." |
| "Um, I don't have a girlfriend," she said. "Had a valet for awhile but it didn't work out between us. I guess we weren't compatible." Amanda smiled a little and twisted a strand of hair around her finger as she spoke. |
| "The other girl you're wrestling. Listen, don't get cute with me or you'll be sorry, little girl!" |
| Blackheart jabbed his finger at Storm like a dagger. Amanda took a step back. Her eyes narrowed as she shifted her weight to the balls of her feet." |
| "I see you two have already met," the booker said as wandered by. He looked at his clipboard for a moment. "Since you're getting along so well, it's Chris and Amanda for the second match." |
| "What?!" Blackheart yelled, chasing after the booker who beat a hasty retreat. It was definitely going to be a dark and stormy night.... |
| Those of you who have followed my career to this point probably know that I have considered "the rules" and fair play first and foremost as a constraint placed upon my opponents for Amanda Storm's convenience. Secondly as a palette from which to paint a portrait of hate and disgust for the fans, the referee and anyone else involved in my matches. Well, for once I met someone in Chris Blackheart who was at least my equal in the fine art of malevolence. Unfortunately I was used to wrestlers who thought of a match more as a popularity contest rather than something resembling athletic competition. |
| So there I was, standing up on the ropes before the match started, doing my bit to let the people know where I stood. I closed my eyes and reveled in the cascade of boo's when the unthinkable happened. I was suddenly laying on my back looking up into the leering maws of about three-and-a-half Chris Blackhearts. The bastard had yanked me off the ropes and dumped me in the middle of the ring! Now this was just the sort of stunt I would have pulled. And now here I was getting the everliving crap beat out of me by some blonde goof in kung fu pant pants. |
 | Click on the image to read more about Blackheart's and my first battles. |