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Prologue:
Where does one start off when telling an autobiography? As I ask myself this, typing away on my nifty little laptop, it occurred to be I would have to dig into the deepest parts of my memories and put them on display for the rest of the world. Which is fine if your one of those people who doesn’t mind revealing details of your life to complete strangers. For all I know, this biography of mine could influence the life of some young child who will enter the business with her as their idol, and achieve greatness under my influence. Then again, some psycho could stalk me for the next six months because they think I "meant to touch their lives" with this tale of quests, goals, and alcohol. Then there are of course the critics. The bitches who sit around, doing nothing but mock everything they see as "foreign" or "different", thus finding its imperfections, and justifying it in their mind as worthless. Either way, your reading this now, so quit your bitchings, relax, and enjoy this little tale I call, my life. This is the story, of The Femme Fatale, Crystal, or as you are about to find out... Ashley Deymonaz, of Spokane Washington.
CHAPTER ONE: Childhood.
That's right. Spokane Washington. Near Seattle, growing up there was a kind of pleasantness no other place in the world has. The forests I memorized the trails off... as if they lead off to distant lands, with princes, and mermaids, and most importantly... a happy ending. Some tale where they live "happily ever after". Not saying my parents where the worst in the world. Actual, they did quite well for themselves considering the circumstances. My dad was working at his solar plant, my mom was raising me, we where doing well, financially anyway. Let's just say that ever since they had had me, things began changing somewhat. When I was speaking with my mother one day when I was a teen, she told me stories about how it used to be back then. My dear father, Terry, not a stickler for hard liquor. If he became drunk off of tequila, he tended to have blackouts. Where he would completely lose all memory, basically black out, and have not a recollection of what he did. Generally wreck havoc against my mother.
Alas, they kept their problems well hidden from me. I had no idea that they weren't married. Engaged yes... but the vows, and "I Dos" weren't said until I was fifteen. Alas, my childhood gave me very many ideals, which I still, twenty years later, hold to myself, and am sometimes shocked when Winnie The Pooh is on television and have the entire opening memorized. "Christopher Robin!” Tell me that boy isn't gay... He has short shorts on... anyway, back onto the story of my childhood.
I never had that "giving grandfather" figure. My father's father, an evil man from what I am told, was electrocuted to death when he was fixing some wires in some mineshaft somewhere. Not a major loss for the family as I believe they did better without his rudeness, but my father's mother on the other hand... was nearly Heaven in a body. Perhaps the kindest person to walk the planet if I say so myself. Never have I met someone who could put up with my cousin's who where in & out of jail, constantly on drugs, welfare, etc... and still manage to have the heart of a forgiving mother and spend endless amounts of money to make sure their children where clothed for school and had money for food. I never appreciated her at that age; I just knew I loved her. Aside from that however, I never spoke much to my father's side of the family. Perhaps my ignorance and my liking my mother better just had me stay near her. That and the fact they where all on drugs lead me to believe "these people aren't fun to hang around."
My mother. Strong, Independent, Smart, and very funny. No wonder all my friends liked her. Many of the males wanted to have sex with her... that is of course if they weren't trying to get in my pants. Never the less, my mother & me got along very well. Being the only child for seven years, I was very used to getting all her attention. Then of course the births of my two sisters and brother in the years after that severed some of those close emotions, but they were restored after a while. I think it was when she realized her little girl was about to graduate from high school she decided to cling onto the moments she had left. Smart move. My high school years where a blast. Relationships where... random really. "O, I think you’re hot?" "Really? Lets date!” That was the general theme of how they started. They ended usually less than a month after. Either we got bored of each other of one of us found someone better.
One however was different. His name was Daniel. My limit up to that point had been a month. Something about Daniel's innocence drew me to him. In my other relations, I grew weary of their constant whining and bickering, and it was over. I don’t know what you will make of this, but one of them made me a birthday cake on my birthday. Our relationship was over a week later. I did however, go through life with many followers, so to speak, who adored me for my looks and personality. I considered it pathetic... simply because I could point out to them my best friend and say "guess what, they are better than me." Their ignorance to see there was something better than made me think, "how stupid are they", and it was over. Let's just say my self-esteem didn't carry over through puberty.
As I was saying, then Daniel came along. Five Months. I had quite the time with him, and quite the harsh time getting over him. However, I the reason that this little relationship at the end of my high school years is placed in this nifty autobiography explain what an effect this man had on me. I guess you could call it a "growing phase", because after we where through, I grew tremendously as a person. Be it maturity, looks, qualities I look for in other people... my whole outlook on life shifted after I met him. Now I know I did about 500 back flips throughout high school exclaiming, "This is who I will be for the REST OF MY LIFE!!!” but this was the only one that actually sub-sided with any long-term effects.
With high school over, and my career in journalism looking dim, I found my early college days to be weary and a nuisance. So what did I do to keep myself busy and from losing my mind? Watch television. It was there I discovered professional wrestling. That's right, the very sport which has allowed me to become such an icon as I am now, if I don't say so myself. Which wraps up chapter one for you ladies and gentlemen. I know it's short, but guess what, you weren't reading this autobiography to learn about my childhood now where you? Of course you weren't... *shh*
CHAPTER TWO: A Chilling December
Well, as I said earlier professional wrestling became a new past time for me, and I began to fall in love with such sport icons as Hulk Hogan, Sting, Medusa, and Randy Savage... the entire WCW promotion. It was from that which lead me one December to search out a pro-wrestling training facility in the Los Angeles. UCLA college dorm life wasn't very exciting, and I figured I might as well do something I enjoy while I wasted away my student loans and other college monies. Anyway, I fell upon an up and coming training facility called the "UPW". Ultimate Pro Wrestling. After reluctantly being let in (I wore a low cut top, I know that had to help), I found myself doing something very... very... degrading. I became what the people in the business call "eye candy". Trust me ladies and gentle-ladies, sure it can be flattering, but you also tend to have the word "slut" tagged everywhere you go. Now I admit I'm not the prudent person on the planet, but I am by no means a slut.
So throughout this period, I came across the man who ended up leading me into my next phase of super-stardom. I don't know how many of my dear fans followed my beginnings, but if anyone has heard of the once famous Indy wrestler named Icer, you'll realize why this chapter is named "Chilling" December. I was being rushed with college work, and had a huge mid-term due the next day in class, when all of a sudden my UPW manager Vincent Russo (I know... but that was truly his name, no matter how much of a bad coincidence that is), calls me and tells me a sad tragic story about how Banzai (better known these days as Blair Spikes) was coming into town for an event and he would need to book me (which alternately meant he needed more pairs of boobs for the audience). Not that I was not being trained to wrestle in UPW, but they needed my "assets" more than my wrestling skills, which as I look back on them now... where very, very sad. As Christmas was coming up, and I needed money, I agreed and blew off the mid-term report... which was probly the best decision I have ever made in my life. I grabbed my fake platform boots, tied my hair into pig tails (Yes... I was one of those ditzy lollipop teenyboppers named Tonya) and drove my happy ass down to the "arena".
As I arrived, there was ALOT more traffic than usual. I had heard of Banzai, but nothing much as I didn't have time to keep up with anything Indy. If it wasn't on my television, I was clueless. So as I arrive I am completely ran into by some ass hole with a dark blue shirt on and blue spiked hair. Just as I was going to start bitching (I was in a bad mood) at this moron, I met his very dark blue eyes. Which caused a momentary pause before I led on with "watch it asshole!” Just then Vincent grabs me and introduces me to this wrestler whom they call "Icer". I was to be his ring valet. O joy... the man who I just called an asshole I was about to work with. Vincent then told me by what means I was going to display my assets for the evening when in walks the tandem of Blair Spikes and Icer. Ladies... you want to talk about hormones raging... yikes.
The duo sat and began to discuss the night with Vincent whenever they brought up a Mexican tour that their federation, the "AWA" would be doing, and they were asked by their owner to ask around for any good up and comers. I couldn't help but oblige as I nearly kicked Vincent's leg so hard under the table that he was bruised. With that said, they finalized a few deals, and the rest of the night went well. From what I remember, it was rather cold, as I got a comment from a fan "Tid bit nipply". Ahh... what a chilling December. I was shortly signed to the AWA, and I took off to Mexico, leaving behind my UCLA journalism major, a few friends, and a dog named Sampson. If anyone in the LA area has seen this red haired golden retriever, I'd like him back.
CHAPTER THREE: Luchadore Rising
After the first few weeks of not only trying to learn Spanish, but get a tan so I could not be the "white chick", I eventually fell in love with all that is the Mexican culture. Maybe it was because I didn't need a translator, or perhaps the taste of the foul water no longer bothered me... whatever it was, I finally felt like I had accomplished something for me. Being able to travel on the road with a bunch of ripped shirtless men wasn't a bad benefit either. It was there in Mexico City, when the AWA and the local AAA where doing a few inter-promotional matches, that I saw Icer perform this move that simply amazed me. I had seen it performed before, but the certain majestic ness he but behind it, and the way he controlled his body just made me fall in love. Known by most as a Samurai Driver, it requires you to flip onto an opponent’s shoulders, as if they are going to power bomb you. Then you suddenly unwrap your legs and come down with a headlock into a DDT. For the next few weeks I tried learning that move OVER and OVER again until I had it perfect... or my training partner's head hurt. One of the other.
It was also in Mexico where I learned the rest of that fine wrestling style, which many call... Lucha Libre, or as the call the people who perform it, luchadors. After nearly breaking my neck from landing wrong, and millions of bruises later, I was finally given an actual match on a television show in the AAA. It was against a woman named Christine, and this woman was a pencil and half around the waist. Which also meant she was lighter than a feather. During those days I was slightly more heavy set, so when this match took place, I nearly broke her. However, she won the match... using a Samurai Driver no less... bitch, and she left the ring with all the glory. However, it wasn't until I got backstage that I was rewarded. It appeared Icer had been watching the match, as had Blair (they are always together aren't they?) and they wanted to take me under their wing. The literally said wing. I swear... if I hadn't secretly had a crush on them I would have sworn they where closer than friends.
Well, after returning to the states, Icer became the owner of a federation known as the XIW, and Banzai had went onto glory in other federations. The AWA had shut down, but with both of them mentoring me, I slowly but surely noticed that I was improving vastly in my in-ring skills. I was quite shocked. It had gotten to the point where I competed with some of the lower-carded men. Talk about flattery! And with Icer running the show, and our relationship slowly becoming more than friendly, I was in the right place at the right time. I began to enter a certain businesswoman aspect and learned about the other half of the business... the management of stars, making of matches, arranging of venues. Icer and I got into our own fair share of fights, but it wasn't until he lost the XIW to a rival that he paid any real attention to me.
However, with the loss of the XIW, we were now jobless and really had nowhere else to turn. That was... until Blair Spikes came back into the picture. He told us of a place they called, the GWF. This place had everything. Once under contract I even had health insurance. So I immediately told Spikes to put a word in for Icer and me.
However, it appeared Icer wanted us to train more. We had been out of the business for a few months and we needed a few warm up feds and training sessions if we where to ever impress anyone in the GWF. I had boobs. I could have impressed on my own. However, I chose to go along with Icer and we traveled so far in that damn car I had since college. Federations such as TWWE, EWWA, wXw, and other minorities became the traveling points between Icer and myself. We grew closer as we began winning notoriety belts in each of these places. They weren't where I wanted to be, but since Icer was happy, I reluctantly went along with him still. It wasn't until Blair had returned to me from the GWF office and told me they were interested in me being signed that I actually started pulling Icer around by his ear and exclaimed that he stop being an idiot.
One amazing bitch out fest later, he finally agreed that he would sign to the GWF. My how persuasive I can be.
CHAPTER FOUR: When it rains... it pours.
So, I gave TWWE my two weeks notice, wXw had folded, and EWWA left me open to come back. It was time to make my move, and Icer would be right alongside me. The very day I went into GWF HQ and spoke with Vern Wheeler for the very first time, Icer got into a car accident. He broke his arm and wouldn't be able to wrestle any time soon. So... I left him. Cruel, but I could no longer be held down by him. I truly did love him, but it was suppressing me from my dreams. So as I took that lea of faith, just as I had in my college days, Icer always left the door open for me whenever I visited Denver Colorado.
So onto the GWF I went. After receiving some good reviews I finally made my debut. Not having practiced with any of the other women on the roster, I knew I was in for a surprise. I was coming in with a "badass rebel" gimmick, which was only cheapened by another debuting diva in the GWF, Acid, who was a "goth". However, I didn't care. I had dental insurance damn it. So it was my big night. I had been working in the indy feds recently under the name 'Crystal', to coincide with Icer, and Vern thought the name fit, thus my debut match was Crystal & Loretta, against Tequila & Acid. Let me tell you, from that one match, I learned more than you possibly ever can from any match.
Lorretta (better known today as Mya) was the current GWF Women's Champion, and Tequila (often had her name misspelled as Tequilla) where huge rivals in the GWF, and the GWF's predecessor fed, UWF. Among other names on the GWF roster where Tara Lee, Lightning, Jake Wild, Big Nasty, Shaneo, Jackman, Thunder, and numerous others. (Sorry I keep getting off topic) Getting back to my debut match, I was teaming (unknown to myself at that time) with a woman who would become my very heated rival over a year after I was done with GWF. I was also facing Tequila, who... well, you'll find out later. By the matches end, I was pinned after Tequila hit a horrifying maneuver on my poor body, known as the Tequila Sunrise. If you have never personally experienced Phoenix DDT, pray that you don’t. I lost the match for my team, and with that said, a woman by the name of Lightning appeared on the GWFtron. She then pressed this cute little button and I became drenched in custard alongside Tequila, Lorretta and Acid. I think it was from that moment I knew this was the place for me to work.
Week in and week out, I had my ass handed to me by Tequila, Loretta, Lightning and Acid. Finally came the day when Shell made her debut match against me, and I finally won a damn match. The stress over the weeks of losing had built up to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, and Shell was my lucky victim. It was shortly after that victory that Icer had called me yet again. So just as my GWF career was finally blossoming, he tells me he has once again become owner of the XIW, and that he was desperately sorry for everything. Damn romantic pricks... I fell for it. What can I say? I had money now, so I of course helped pay much of XIW's debts, and in the process, once again became a businesswoman.
Through all these stressful meetings, I took up drinking. Slowly I began building up a tolerance. I input this sentence just so you future alcoholics of america can get the jest of how long it takes to drink like me. Getting back to XIW. Icer had actually pulled his head out of his ass and allowed me to wrestle. Hell, I won an Intercontinental Title damn it. Sure, I had other federation titles, but they didn't mean anything. TWWE was much like an "O you work here, here's a belt". XIW... I ran the place; of course I'll receive title shots. As for EWWA... I actually earned my belt there. The EWWA Women's Championship (which I won from Lorisa Stiletto) is the title I consider my "first" title. I had Tag belts sure, but that EWWA belt meant much more to me. However, its glory was VERY short lived. This being the GWF began to take favor towards me.
Back in the GWF, Tequila had been the Women's Champion for nearly five or six months. I forget... but she had that thing for a long ass time. Suddenly, with Loretta wrestling part-time, Acid, Lightning & Tara Lee leaving, and Shell being defeated time and time again... I ended up being the only competition left for Tequila worthy of anything. Vern gave me a push, and sure enough, Crystal earned a GWF Women's Title shot... along with the rest of the Women's division (what was left of it) at a GWF PPV known as Lethal Intent. I had never had a PPV appearance in my life before, much less a match. So this made me nearly cry. I had finally made a name for myself!!! *cheers*
Tequila faced myself, Lorretta, and Shell in an elimination match, in which I also got to do some promotional work for. All these "firsts" where happening for me, and I swear I felt like I was on cloud nine. My business skills where paying off as well, I had recruited a completely unique women's roster for the XIW, including Sara Lee (Tara's sister), Dominatrix, and Copycat. I was on a roll damn it! So came the match at Lethal Intent where I... lost. Tequila retained her championship, but I came in second. So that's always a plus isn't it? I wasn't about to say, "O woe is I", because everything else was so great. Even the 400-pound woman named Dora-Lynn who gave me the beating of my life post-Lethal Intent couldn't keep my spirits down. This was the beginning of a new Crystal. hehe.
CHAPTER FIVE: Glory I tell you! Glory!
Anarchy the following after Lethal Intent found me at the happiest point in my career to date. Tequila was ready to jump ship as the GWF was nearly drowning in financial problems, and I had finally coerced Icer into the GWF. A 2 out of 3 falls match was setup, Icer made his debut, and I walked out of the ring that night the 3rd (and last) GWF Women's Champion. Though it was simply convenient for myself to win the belt, I felt like I was queen of the world. So much so that Thunder, the new GWF owner, had given me a whole new gimmick, which was that of a "Goddess". Or... self-centered, self-serving individual who only does things for herself. Perfect!
It was during this gimmick, that Tequila and myself became friends. We had spoken before, and even thought highly of each other, but there was nothing more until this period. We began joking with each other one day and it eventually lead to us taking over the women's division management. We even placed a website for the GWF Divas... which was the very first origin of what we now call Divas Unleashed. Yes... such humble beginnings right? Ah, Jake Wild gave us many memorable comments during that time also.
While this was happening, Vern Wheeler saved the GWF from destruction (aka bankruptcy), and merged it with another federation to form the GeWA. The women's championship was disbanded, which gave myself & Tequila even more to grow close over... as we where pissed we had nothing to aspire for but men's belts. (Not that we couldn't fight them, it's just we wanted something that was ours damn it) Outside the GeWA, my other feds closed, or I lost interest. Either way, I stayed GeWA, and ew... that rhymed. After I believe two weeks of bliss in the GeWA, which was said to be the biggest fed on the planet, and with all it's hype, there where very few doubters... TWO WEEKS later crashed and burned. Vern had taken his profits and fled the country, while the rest of the roster nearly starved for two more weeks, wondering where the hell their checks where. With that, Tequila & Crystal stayed close, but worked separately.
Crystal went looking for work, and Icer found three federations from which Crystal could thrive. (Excuse all the third-person parts, Adrian is writing this section, I promise my point of view will come across... somewhere)(Ahh... here it is). I had no money, so I chose all three. Five Star, EWF, & WCWA. These three places completely pushed my limits. EWF took my wrestling skills, and added that "hardcore edge", because the men there where so brutal. Five Star taught me the art of wrestling like a male, simply because, just like the EWF, I was the only female period. Thus I came into my "Extreme" era. Winning an Xtreme Championship in Five Star, and competing in a Skyway to Hell match (Think cage match... now think demonic structure... then add weapons like ladders & chairs) left me with that "Oh yea, I fight men, I kick ass" attitude.
Okay, the rest became quite boring. Simply because I became a male grappler with boobs. There was no entertainment to my character... I wrestled and that was it. I became "one of the guys". That just made me sick, so I had to leave these places and fast.
CHAPTER SIX: New Beginnings
As glory had taken over my career earlier, I was now left in that shadow of what I used to be. I look back on tapes of me then and think "how boring". In my personal life, Icer was going to move with me to Houston, but his new career in snowboarding had make him choose otherwise. Don't get me wrong, I love snowboarding... but I loved wrestling more. Once again, I chose me over Icer, and I loved the decision. I unfortunately run into Icer again, but the next time we end on much better terms.
Carrying on, Tequila remembered that GWF Diva site we had made, and was thinking about revamping it. I said "sure", and it eventually turns into a quest for divas that wanted a web site to host their pictures so that their fans could learn about them. So Tequila & I called out our darkest of rivals, and asked them to come. Dominatrix, Tara Lee, Loretta (now going by Mya), and Krysta Taylor (GWF ring announcer) agreed and became part of our little project. I also had stumbled across a federation called the HIW, where I found Katrina & Taylor. Two women who later helped forge this project into the great thing it later became.
Then came out an idea that shocked us all. I mean Tequila & myself nearly squealed from the excitement of the idea. Which was to have our own little championship in this "all women" group. The group then would need a name. E-fed divas, Internet Babes... nothing worked. Then Tequila pulled out of that magical little head of hers the name, Divas Unleashed. At first I scoffed at it, but then thought... "Ah, what the hell, why not". We had to give the championship belt some sort of grasp, and firmness, so announced was a battle royal in Las Vegas, in which myself, Tequila, Taylor, Mya, Tara Lee & Dominatrix fought. This was unofficially the very first Divas Unleashed match ever. We later called it Divas Unleashed Wrestling, but that's another story. The point was, Tequila & I where in business together, and we had followers.
I was still working on other projects, so I left Divas Unleashed in the hands of Tequila for a few weeks while I visited some old federations and earned a bit of money. When I had returned, Tequila had taken Divas Unleashed from a group of divas with one belt, to a diva only federation in which we competed on a monthly basis. Little did I know then, that by May 2003, I would be apart of what I am proud to say, is the greatest federation ever... I mean ever damn it.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Divas... Unleashed
As May became evident, Tequila had gotten both an owner, a television station, sponsors.... everything Divas Unleashed needed to become a full-blown wrestling association. To imagine our little website became such a big thing is unbelievable... yet here we are. Before May, we had a trial run, in which Taylor, Myself & Katrina held the first DU(W) belt, and based on the reactions we had gotten from the public, they where aching for more. So Tequila & myself became recruiting fiends as we searched for any diva, anywhere that would join our promotion. Lorisa Stiletto, Dominique Maxwell, Cleopatra, Kaci Russell, and Jolson where just a few of the divas who came along for the ride, and became apart of the very first presentation of Exile.
With Shane Rockford leading us divas, I finally felt wrestling was no longer boring, and I was finally able to have both a public and private image. Namely due to a meeting with Shane one day. Shane Rockford and Kristin Wallace where both co-owners at the time, and each where assigning each diva a type of gimmick to help the show. Such as Kaci Russell being a perfectionist, and Star being a squeaky clean virgin good-girl. So where did I fall in? During the meeting we discussed just what exactly Crystal should be to the public. A heel was almost immediately brought up, and then a bitchy heel to top that. I then mentioned a type of comedic heel role, and we went from there. Shane finally brought up certain TV Characters whom Crystal may be like. Thus popped in my mind, the ever hilarious Karen Walker from Will & Grace, played by Megan Mullany. A drunken rich woman with both fashion sense and careless attitude. Rather than being an elder woman, like this character had been portrayed on such shows as Cybill & Cheers... I would be younger. A rebel even... but with a comedic side to attract viewers. It was so perfect, I remember not being able to sleep that night I was coming up with so many quotes and acting sets.
Thus the Divas Unleashed Crystal was born. I faced Kaci Russell on the debut Exile... jesus what a shock that was. I didn't know this chick could wrestle! She later as you all know went on to become the first Unleashed Champion... dirty bitch. Storylines aside, I became actually quite friendly with the rest of the roster off screen. The occasional mishaps occurred, but when do they not?
During a promotional stint I made off the top of my hat, I decided to mock Kaci's many boyfriend's with a show I called Dating Line. What an epidemic that started. Though I admit the crew is a bunch of lazy, no-good, pigs, when we actually do put something together, it's quite spectacular. However rare that may be.
Well my dear fans, I believe you know where you are now. The first Exile, and the origins of Dating Line have been explained. What else could I possibly have to tell you that you don't already know? Well, there is a certain select individuals who I would like to speak about. Their names being Bianca, Cleopatra, Indigo, Katrina, Kristin Wallace, Mya, Star and Taylor. So take this last chapter as your very own sneak peak into what I saw occuring inside of the business, while you watched it all unfold on Exile.
CHAPTER EIGHT: Exile Chronicles
Shortly after Kaci had won the Unleashed Championship, Katrina, Kristin & I were involved in a huge plot to be known in the infamous group, the Bod Squad. I swear, we made so many peoples lives living hell. Since on air Kristin Wallace & Shane had broken up, and in real life, they were likewise, it was so, so, SO touchy backstage when we did segments involving them. This is the very reason Christian Moralez became involved in the ownership fued, because it was taking a toll on both Shane & Kristin to have that actual hate towards each other, and then to act it out in character... things got stressful.
Now I remained as opimistic as possible... which landed myself in a match which forever went down in history as "The 13th Street Brawl". It was Friday the 13th, and Star had recently come in from some federation called 3WL, a rival all-womens fed (I thought Divas Unleashed was the only one... what a shock this was). Shane wanted to immediately pull Star up to main event status, so he took Star, combined her with me, sent us to 13th Street in New York, closed off the street ends with Taxi cabs, and let us battle it out. Wow... Star is a mean bitch. Which completely contradicted her "innocent" image, but either way, I was left so sore after that match, as was Star... who finished me off with a corkscrew moonsault off a damn taxi cab. However, Divas Unleashed was young and it needed stunts like these to get noticed. But yes... I remember pain was a huge part of that match.
Now, in Divas Unleashed we tend to use alot of backstage rivalries, turn it into a storyline, and make these fueding individuals fight it out on TV... it definately helps the reality of the match whenever they truly do hate each other you know? Well, Katrina and I had began having our differences. Namely because I thought she was putting entirely too much time into her husband, and not enough into the Bod Squad. I swear, the minute Kristin heard about this, he immediately made us patch things up. She knew that Shane would completely exploit that entire situation. So either way, I was fine.
Then came along Cleopatra... my dear protégé. It was so amazing how well her and I clicked. It was an almost instant attraction, and due to our similar looks... (Basically dark long hair) Shane allowed me to create my "Evil Majesty Inc." stable. FINALLY! I had many a failed stable before that I tried to create, but this one finally stayed. O, the excitement. This was slightly wierd for the producers because they had to balance my Tag Team storyline with Cleopatra, AND my Bod Squad duties, which often left Cleopatra to fight alone in singles matches. Cleopatra wasn't able to join the Bod Squad, for the simple fact that her and Katrina fought like cats and dogs. Or... kats and dogs if you prefer.
It was during that period that the writers and Shane where VERY LOW on Tag Teams. There where many in the federation, but they often stayed for a month or so, and even if they did fight us, myself & Cleopatra ended up winning. Causing this long Tag Team title reign that last nearly five months I think. So yes, those where quite fond memories.
As I said earlier, Cleopatra was left alone much of the time to fight in singles matches, and due to the "no-double title" stipulation, the writers didn't know what to do with the Rockford Title. Luckily, I was walking through Montrose in Houston when I ran into someone who has become a very close friend of mine, Bianca. She was a model, and I eventually found out that Cleopatra and Bianca had once had a HUGE bitch fest in at Victoria's Secret... costing each other jobs, screwing up each other's make-up. You name it, they did it. I mean... some of the things where just horrid and cruel. Breaking a heel, then glue it on again, so just as they got to the ramp, they would trip and fall. Like I said... cruel.
I of course told Bianca where Cleopatra was now employed, and her eyes lit up so wide. Coincidentally, she had been training and was very, very, very interested in joining Divas Unleashed. So I called up Christian Moralez, explained the situation, and one week later this grand entrance into Divas Unleashed came into play for Bianca, where Cleopatra & Bianca would have this huge storyline, with the history to back it up. So as Cleopatra became a Rockford State Champion, Bianca kicked her ass, and also ended up injuring Chimera. What a debut. As you have seen, Bianca has achieved much more since that day, did anyone catch that first match between herself & Mya. Wow... I thought I had seen great women's matches. Anyway... I just wanted to point out I was the one who brought Bianca into this great land called Divas Unleashed, thank you.
During that time, Indigo returned to Divas Unleashed as well. She was a HUGE rivalry not only for myself, but for the entire Bod Squad. Let's face it... she was a mean bitch. Alongside Jackman, the backstage antics where never ending. During a house show taping one time, Indigo had a can of yellow paint spilled all over her accidentally by some local workers at the arena. She went mental. Sure, she got sued, but two full grown men where beat up by this little pyscho, and working with her on television wasn't exactly pleasant either. I felt horrible for the mid-carders and low-carders who faced her. She nearly demanded perfection from them, and if they performed a dropkick sloppy, she would completely annihilate them. However, her death later in the year was quite tragic actually, but there was a silent sigh of relief coming from the low-carders that day.
Of course on Indigo's debut, she humiliated Taylor. Taylor and I had been great friends, and I was completely looking forward to her in Divas Unleashed. However... just as Cleopatra & Katrina, Taylor & Tequila didn't get along. They where on gentle speaking terms one minute, and then cursing each other the next. It wasn't until much later in the year that I was finally able to calm both of them down and bring Shane into the situation to hire Taylor. The Crystal/Katrina fued had been being fought over at two pay-per-views and it was time for that to come to an end. Enjoyable as it was, we know that the fans were beginning to grow weary of the fall-out of the Bod Squad.
So luckily for myself, since Cleopatra was leaving for 3WL, Taylor came in. Or so I thought luckily for myself. It turned out Taylor still had many problems she needed to sort out, dealing with drugs and alcohol and such, and she was by no means ready to fight in Divas Unleashed. However, she did suck it up in the beginning for my sake and was actually able to headline against Mya. After that however, she slowly went downhill again, and Shane quickly cut his losses. Taylor eventually left and I was left with the meyhem she had caused, including a pissed off Yuku Shiro.
During the European Tour, I met a young gay man in London at a local hospital. It was a traumatic expirance because his husband died because his daughter unplugged the life-support, and yea... quite distressing. So I took both of them alongside me on the European Tour, and it was also in Europe I competed in one of my very favorite matches. It was a Hard Liquor match in London against Mya, and I never had so much fun in my life. I guess all that alcohol tolerance paid off, seeing as Mya wasn't very much of a drinker. She is a hell of a competitor, probly the best of faced in my career, but when she's stulbling around... o yes. That was a glorious day for me.
Throughout the many comedic stints and minor battles I was involved in, another one of the more memorable was a "Member On a Pole" match against Mystika. Earlier in the night, Tommi had used the vibrator on herself. However, the match writers failed to pass this along to myself & Mystika. They told us that Tommi had used it as an oral practicing device, however it was switched the last minute... AND SHE REALLY DID IT!!! So, after Mystika & I where left battling in the ring, I smelt it and nearly threw up. I suddenly realized what had happened... and I knew the crowd would love what I was to do next. I put it in Mystika's mouth.
O yes, Mystika was mad at me for quite awhile after that, but she eventually got over it. *tear* I've never laughed so hard in my life. It's moments like that when you realize why you enjoy performing infront of the crowd. They never know what they are going to get.
Well, this leads up to December 2003. The main event for the December PPV was unknown, and Shane was starting to pull hairs. Star and Mya had battled numerous times, and though Star always made the match great, he needed a new main eventer. It came down to myself, and a very old friend, Lightning. (That custard debut is another one of those moments I was talking about) I ended up defeating Lightning and I found myself in the main event of a PPV. I had NEVER been in a main event before in my life. Sure I'd headlined, even had the match that "stole the night". But never had I been in the main event. Shane's eyes lit up whenever he saw the pieces fall together.
Not only was Mya (remember Lorretta?) the very person I debut with, but she had won the Unleashed Championship at the PPV named after me... Femme Fatality. So as 2003 came to a close, Exile was really starting to heat up for me. It came down to a complete character change. Thus a lower alcohol intake, and a face image. So if they hadn't liked me before, they HAD to now. I ended up aligning alongside Kaci, who turned out to be the guest referee for the cage match, and if you don't know how this one ended... you should search for the Xiak Xande results on your computer.
So there I was, Unleashed Champion... life took a HUGE twist from that night forward.
CHAPTER NINE: 2004
Divas Unleashed had a break for the rest of the holiday season... but I was far from being on a break. When Mya was champion, her character's image wouldn't allow very much promotional room. Just that "Dark alluring" champion type that didn't show any joyous emotion. However, when I won the belt, not only did I become a face, I was rushed to so many places I nearly lost my mind. Pressure to write this book, a recording album (buy that... or else), and hosting the FWA's. Not to mention about 500 mall openings and photo shoots. Press releases... you name it, I was doing it.
I became a superstar damn it! *cheers* So, the moral of this story I would suppose is... don't give up on your dreams. Shane Rockford said in an interview once that "Crystal represents that rebel stage in everyone's life, which everyone can associate with at one point in thier lives or another." Well, I don't know if that's what Crystal means to you... but what Crystal means to me has changed vastly over the past few years. From a reason for a paycheck, to a sexual icon, to valet, to "hardcore diva", to the Femme Fatale... Crystal had changed me in ways I never thought possible.
Though I remain my own person seperately from Crystal, I don't know who I'd be if it wasn't for her. So in a way... I truly am Crystal, not just the girl who acts her out on TV. I don't know what 2004 has in store for me... but what I do know is, if it plans on being as dramatic as the last three years, may god have mercy on my soul, and may the rewards be sweet.
Ladies & Gentlemen, I think it's time that you return to your lives now. Thank you for enjoying this journey with me, and be sure to buy my album when it comes out. This has been your Femme Fatale... and I hope you are now one step closer to realizing... o, what the hell do I care. If you are reading this and didn't pay for the book you should rot in hell. If you did buy it... *ah-hem*, I just want to thank all my supporters and fans, because without them... how would I pay my bills? Just kidding dolls! I shall leave you with this quote from one of my all time favorite bands...
"Don't fear tomorrow
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