Brittany finished her beer while everyone else at the table tried to get over their shock. “Who else has got one?”

Michelle smiled. "One? Hard to pick just one."

She downed the last of her first Heineken, looked towards the bar help and was fairly quickly in possession of a fresh Heinky.

"I share things in common with Ivy and with Brit. I started out in RPW, where the women were thinly-disguised excuses for eye candy and caricatures for the Barbie doll. I'm serious, I was the only woman in there that wasn't wandering around with a pair of fake Ds. And I married a guy who was crazy."

The women around the table nodded.

"But Rob isn't as bad....nearly as bad as I thought, compared to Bear..."

Michelle giggled, and gave Chambers a sympathetic arm around her shoulders.

"The worst sin, I think, is to try to compete on the same level as the men out in the ring. I remember the first time I was ever booked against... a certain male wrestler."

The table hushed. Ivy read Michelle's eyes...

"Someone we know?" Ivy guessed.

"Yes. And I'd rather not say who."

Siobhan nodded. Ivy grinned. "You'll have to tell me later. If I don't figure it out myself by the story. Go on."

"He walks into the production meeting, tells the room, no way any one will buy "that wispy fire-covered cunt" as a legitimate threat to him, and that he might as well be wrestling a tackling dummy."

A few scattered glares and angry groans rang around the table. Siobhan asked, "what did you do?"

"Well, the guy threw a fit, threatening not to come out and threatening to rip all my clothes off and threatening to break my neck and do this and that. I asked Rube (Ross) to take my place. When I told him why, he told me not to back down."

"Good advice." Ivy said, "I hope he told you to break his fucking neck, too."

The table laughed.

"So I came out there and fought the guy. About halfway through, he reached out and pulls a clump of my hair out of my head. Just rips it right out."

Siobhan looked appalled. "He defaced your hair? Just because he didn't like facing a woman?"

Michelle nodded.

"Ouch! Tell me you kicked his ass." Brittany said.

"Did I, smashed the shit out of his nose and gave him several bruised ribs, but after he TORE OUT MY HAIR!, that wasn't quite enough. So, before the show, I had found some panties left behind in Rube's car..."

Ivy chuckled. "Oh, Ross... some things never change."

Michelle nodded. "That's my hubby's best friend Ruben Ross - the Wilt Chamberlain of fWo. Yeah, I went back out to Rube's car, grabbed some girl's discarded panties, and planted them in the guy's bag with a detailed note, a lipstick kiss, and a phone number."

"Guy had a girlfriend at the time. I emphasize had. Never started any crap with me after that. Ross dated his girlfriend for about a week after that, too."

The giggling and laughs started up full force. Michelle turned to Siobhan. "So what are you getting yourself into? A world where you're gonna have to fight for every ounce of respect you get, and a world where you may just have to fight dirty to get any at all."

Michelle raised her tallboy, toasting the other girls.

"Anyone else care to share?"