Oh, man, is there ever a story behind this. I'm gonna tell you that story, but you have to promise not to repeat it to anyone else.

You ready?

Cool.

I have wrestling dreams. Yeah. I admit it. I have wrestling dreams.

In them, I just happened to be a stagehand in the right place at the right time, shoved into a ring to do a run in when the person scheduled to do it never showed up. From there, it got so so involved, where I had a storyline of being woman who didn't know how to wrestle, being taught by a world champion to face the person I had run in on, who turned out to be my (in-the-storyline) abusive husband. Eventually, my teacher and I become tag champs.

Being transgendered, there was another in-ring storyline that developed (how did my "husband" not know?) of the girls in the locker room not wanting me there when I come out, but my partner backing me up. It was just a really wierd storyline all around and probably proves that I don't need drugs - I'm just naturally messed up.

The picture here? Carrie and Allison in their in-ring getup. I wore the old-school basic blue leotard, my "Teacher" wore the gothy looking thing.

Exhibit 1 in Jenn's "I'm being commited against my will" trial....