PART ONE OF "ANGEL IN DISGUISE"

*Denise*

I met Jason four years ago. He was twenty-three years old and I was twenty-one. It wasn't love at sight or anything like that, me and him just...met. I've always been a wrestling fan and there has always been tons of independent promotions in Canada. Well, my friends took me to a show for my birthday. Jason and Adam were on the card. They were on the fourth match of the night and when they came out, I thought they were cute but that was it. They got the hell beat out of them and I admitted the guys for trying. I remember Jason limping out of the ring. He broke his ankle when he took his big bump. Their opponents were very big. My friends were more worried about him than I was.

Anyway, after the show, somehow we got backstage and found Jason surround by a bunch of people. I got a peek and saw him grinding his teeth with his eyes closed holding his leg. From what I over heard, an ambulance was on the way. The next thing I knew, Adam was called me by saying "Hey, girl!", go get some ice. I ran away and got some. I made my way through the crowd and knelt to his side. I placed the ice to his leg and asked him did that feel better. These days, Jason tells me that my voice was so angelic, he had to open his eyes. For like two seconds, we looked in each other's eyes. He told me that the ice helped a little. That was the very time we talked. Little did I know, that was my future fiancee. Little did I know, that would be one of the many times I would have to nurse Jason's wrestling injuries.

*Jessica*

Ever since I met Chris, my life has been a dream come true...and a living hell. I guess you could call it the best of both worlds. In the past five years, even though he's my man, Chris has managed to put me through more stress and trauma than I have ever experienced in my life. It's not his fault though, I can't blame him nor myself. The only thing I can blame is wrestling.

Our first encounter was when he was in ECW. He was the Extreme Championship Wrestling World Television Champion at the time. It was at a gas station, actually. I was filling up my tank when this black Jeep pulls up right beside me. Sure enough, it was Chris. The window rolled down and I could hear Metallica on his CD Player. That turned me on a little for some reason. He asked me how to get to Motel 6. He had a green sweat shirt. I had on a Disney World t-shirt and some tight jeans. My little cousin, Kevin, who was in my back-seat, immediately hoped out of the car. He said, "Jessica, it's Chris Jericho!" I didn't who the hell that was but Kevin asked him for his autograph. I told Kevin to get back in the car.

Chris and me started a conversation and I told him to follow me to Motel 6. Anyway, we got there and he thanked me. I'm usually not the one to give my number to a guy after one day but Chris was looking damn fine that day. While we were exchanging numbers, I noticed Chris had a little cut on his forehead. I asked him where he got it from. He said, "Don't you know who I am?" Kevin interrupted and told me he was a wrestler. I felt so stupid. I smiled at Chris, blew on his cut and kissed it softly. We said our good-byes and he promised to call me. Who would've known he was my future husband and that would be the beginning of the million times I would be helplessly forced to look at Christopher's blood.

*Amy*

I get this question all the time when I tell people about me and Matt. Where did we first meet? Well, it was at a NWA show when I was working on the Indy scene in early '99. I was trying to get booked for the card that night. Matt and Jeff were the only people in the building at the time. I was excited that they were there so I asked them who was the boss. They told me who the boss was and I found him later on that night. Then, he gave me a managerial spot. I found Matt & Jeff later and told them to watch my match.

While I was accompanying some dude to the ring, I briefly brawled with this other girl. I guess Matt and Jeff were impressed with what they saw since they were the only ones who complimented me. I thought what me and the girl did was horrible but Jeff asked me who had I been trained by. I told them and I guess they admired all the things I had been through to become a wrestler since I told them my whole story. Matt told me he wanted to see more of what I could do and asked me did I live in North Carolina. I asked him why did he wanna know and he said he wanted to know because he wanted me in his wrestling organization, OMEGA. I got so excited since I thought Matt was somebody special and said yes. I didn't even know that they were in the WWF. From then on, I was with them 24/7. They were just real. We had so much in common, especially me and Matt.

The training at OMEGA wasn't rigorous but it was very beneficial. Eventually, I noticed that Matt was really flirting with me and since I'm a flirt myself, I returned the favor. Matt and Jeff were known as Surge and Willow The Whisp in those days. They went through a lot of battles with Shannon, Shane, Joey Matthews and Christian York in OMEGA even though Matt was the boss. I was really the only girl there and I had to wrestle all of them here and there. It was hard and I got so high off of being in a ring really wrestling but still, some nights I got really fucked up. If that was the case, Matt and Jeff were always there in the back asking me if I was okay and was catering to my every whim. You see, Matt and me go through the same stuff together because we both get hurt when we go out to the ring. We both are worried about each other when we're wrestling but we both believe in each of our talents so it's not really a problem. Then again, when Matt is in those Ladder Matches, Table Matches and things of that nature, I have to admit that while I'm watching those matches...it gets to point where it hurts me so bad that I wanna curse the day that Matt started wrestling.

*Allanah*

I love to reminisce on these days since they don't involve the WWF. Sometimes, I have to wake up and realize that I'm living in a daydream when Adam is on the road. Anyway, my uncle had a wrestling promotion in Canada when Adam first started. He came to my uncle's school and that's where we first met. I had just gotten out of high school when he came, I think I was eighteen and he was twenty-two.

Anyway, when my uncle let his students on a break, he would call me to bring in some water and towels. I enjoyed that because these guys always had their shirts off and they were sweating real hard when I came in, which always excited me. Adam excited me the most. He was so cute and his chest was definitely developing quite well. Whenever I came in, I usually had on a short top and some biker shorts. Those guys always looked at my legs, Adam wasn't the only one. When I would him his water and towel, he would always say thank you and hello. He was the only one that was respectful to me and my uncle was really impressed with him so Adam was around the house all the time. We would talk when he wasn't training. Somehow, I became his girlfriend and we've been together ever since.

You know, when I sit down and think about it...I find it very amusing that my fiancee is a WWF Superstar. I find it very amusing that some people look up to him. I find it very amusing that a lot of girls would kill to be me...but if they only knew how difficult it is to just know him personally and watch Adam do the things he does, they wouldn't even consider being in my shoes.

*Beth*

Jeff and I met in mid '99. It was at McDonalds. I was working there at the time...don't ask why. I was only seventeen years old so you can't blame me. I was trying to make some money! Anyway, I was living in Fayetteville, North Carolina, at the time. I've been watching wrestling ever since I was a baby. My daddy always made us watch it. I remember first watching Jeff and Matt way back when Matt took on this wrestler named Crush way back in '94. My first time watching Jeff was when he took on Razor Ramon. He actually beat him. Still, they kept showing up showing up on RAW here and there so I eventually learned who they were but they were still wearing plaid tights and bandannas to match in the ring so they weren't as huge as they are now. I still liked them though. Believe it or not, I thought Matt was more cute than Jeff!

One day, I was at the cash register and there was Jeff. He had on a leather jacket and a white t-shirt with some red zebra-striped pants on. I had on that ugly purple McDonalds uniform. My jaw dropped but I didn't make a scene. He told me his order and I gave it to him after he paid his money. I asked for his autograph and Jeff was very flattered since he was a nobody in those days. We striked up a conversation and I was getting off anyway so we sat in his car & talked. He was such a sweet and sensitive guy. He ended up taking me home that night since my mother couldn't come get me that day. I told him we would meet again because he told me McDonalds was his favorite fast food place. We did meet...again and again and again and again. One thing lead to another and now, he's my man.

Jeff is a daredevil in the ring and I know he's crazy about me but I can never talk him out of doing the shit he does when he wrestles. It hurts me when Jeff takes a big bump and ends up injuring himself. It hurts like hell since I see the softer side of Jeff. Hell, I've seen the naked side too. But still, life is so depressing when he's away. I feel worthless at times with no boyfriend at home to comfort me. I want to be in his arms constantly. I want to hear his voice constantly. I want to fuck him constantly. The list goes on and on. I love him dearly and when someone you love gets the hell beat out of him every week, sometimes I wonder when all this sadness and worthlessness will all end for me...and for Jeff.

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