Well ladies and gentlemen, I thought I might be pretty banged up after the fatal four way match but while the other three died, I came out almost unscathed. So now it's on to Stacie. I want Carmen in the worst way but I have to focus on the match at hand.
Stacie has an impressive resume and is in the prime of her career. Tons of experience, fresh and ready - Carmen has to be hoping we pound each other to a pulp before one finally wins, setting up an easier title defense.
I am introduced first: Llllladiesss and gennntlemennnn . . . from the OC, standing in at 5'7", weighing 189 pounds, Gabi, the Big Beauty!!" It goes without saying, the place goes nuts. On comes ZZ Top and "She's Got Legs (and she knows how to use them)". I make my way down the aisle, in no particular hurry, doing a little self promoting and marketing along the way. I can't help but smile, even at the one or two who call me "fat". Ahhhhh, so silly! I get to the steps, climb them, wipe my feet on the apron and ease through the ropes, again taking my time to do so. The lights are hot, there are photo flashes by the zillions, like a lightning storm and there I stand, leaning back in my corner, waving, sometimes with one hand or the other, sometimes with both, taking it all in. The biggest match of my career, certainly. Is that Carmen in the front row??
