Everyone remembers important days in their lives. Anniversaries, birthdays, the births and deaths of close loved ones, their wedding day and yes, 9-11 falls into that category. You remember what you were doing almost vividly; you could recall every moment and every detail. That’s how it was with me the day I found out my parents would be shipped to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region>.<o:p></o:p>

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Retired for five plus years from Military services, they still worked heavily with the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">US</st1:place></st1:country-region> army in training the new recruits. They were extremely good at what they did and were even moved from their quaint home in <st1:City w:st="on">Houston</st1:City> to live on the base camp at <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Fort</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Hood</st1:PlaceName> in <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Texas</st1:place></st1:State>. They received word from their superior that they were needed in <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Not for fighting, but for other tasks. My father, a skilled computer tech and Army trainer, my mother an experienced surgical nurse and Army trainer, they were shipped with duties that specifically kept them in those areas. They’d assist with training of some of the more inexperienced soldiers, getting them ready for a war that everyone predicts will happen, getting the recovered soldiers back into combat condition. They’d also work with the Army in a more “backstage�?feel. My father would help run the computer tech area; my mother would work as a nurse in the area hospitals that were kept for US Army personnel only. Things seemed perfect for them; they were safe and doing what they loved to do; protect their country. Despite my pleas to keep them from going, I knew that they’d go regardless. When their country called, they’d answer hands down.<o:p></o:p>

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I worried for months, wondering when I’d see them again…if I’d ever get to see them again. Hearing all these hotels, schools, buildings getting randomly targeted and bombed, kids being used as suicide bombers �?none of it left an easy feeling in my stomach. I found myself extremely conflicted between work and worrying about my parents. In September of 2008 I said goodbye to my parents for what was supposed to be only 6 months, but would turn out to be more like a lifetime. In the early days of October, I filed for administrative leave from competition with WGEF. I couldn’t focus on work, keep my concentration on competition let alone focus on being a champion all the while worrying hysterically over the well being of my parents. You’d think, someone that’s spent her entire life living on an Army base camp in <st1:place w:st="on">Puerto Rico</st1:place> would be used to this sort of lifestyle by now. See, funny thing about that is; my parents did their training and their war time. They spent the early years of their marriage and young life traveling between <st1:State w:st="on">Hawaii</st1:State>, <st1:State w:st="on">Alaska</st1:State> and <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Germany</st1:place></st1:country-region>. By the time I was born, they’d been fully committed to their positions on the base camp in <st1:place w:st="on">Puerto Rico</st1:place>. There’d be no more moving, there’d be no more shipping off for war. My mother worked as a surgical nurse and my father as a computer tech. When we were moved to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Houston</st1:City></st1:place>, a few years following the move they “retired�?from their specific job duties. Though you never really get out of the army or retire, they were now done working and done with fighting. Or so they thought. They were asked to work as Recruiting Trainers to help assist in getting the new recruits that would come in from all areas of the country ready. Was I used to the Army lifestyle and being held to a certain standard as an Army brat? Yeah, I really was. Would I ever get used to knowing my parents are stationed in one of the most dangerous areas to ever be stationed in right now? Not until I knew they were safely back home in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Houston</st1:place></st1:City>, where they belonged. Call it selfish but, those are my parents we’re talking about. You’d be the same way if it were your parents. Am I proud of them, do I resent them for going? Of course not. I love my parents and I knew that they were in the Army long before I came along. I also know that they are fighting for the freedoms I enjoy daily. But still, as proud as I am of them, as much as I admire them, I still worry.<o:p></o:p>

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I spent October in my newly bought home just outside the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:City w:st="on">Houston</st1:City></st1:place> area, and spent a month trying to find the right person to occupy my parent’s house during their six month absence. I found the lucky couple. They were newlyweds and both successful in their careers. They were stationed to the <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Houston</st1:place></st1:City> area for six months to help start up a new office that was placed there and they seemed like the perfect people to stay there. I made monthly payments on my parent’s house and they paid me, it was a little system we worked up. It took me a month to find the right people, maybe a little over a month, but I finally did. After I did that, Kevin and I spent a weekend away, trying to help me cope with the danger my parents were in. We traveled to the gorgeous <st1:place w:st="on">Hawaii Island</st1:place>, and spent two glorious weeks alone together, talking, and getting even closer then we already were. After what happened between myself and Justin, it was hard for me to really see myself opening up again to someone. Justin and I had an extensive past, we’ve known each other for years and we decided to take our friendship to a new level…which proved to be costly. He and I haven’t spoken since our break up in August, which goes to show…sometimes, moving from friends to more isn’t always a good choice. The difference between Kevin and I and my relationship with Justin is…we were very much in synch. We trained together for a little while, he helped to train me even more, and we stayed as close as humanly possible, no matter the numerous relationships between us. There was always a little something there, between Kevin and me…but we never acted on it. Our friendship was much too important to jeopardize. After a while, we just couldn’t resist. When Justin and I were in the midst of a heartbreaking break up, Kevin was there for me from beginning to end, which eventually lead to us getting together. Four months later, we’re even closer then before. In fact, during our trip to <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hawaii</st1:place></st1:State>, we became as close as possible; we got engaged. Our wedding is set for the early part of next year, the late part of this year and it’ll be a quiet, intimate setting for close friends and family. Nothing public…we’re private people; we want everything to be as quiet and as serene as possible.<o:p></o:p>

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Which brings us to the next huge chapter in my life; my return to the ring. I’m officially off my administrative leave and ready to get back to doing what I do absolutely best, wrestling and kicking ass…and, of course, reclaim a belt that should still be mine, the WGEF Women’s Championship belt. Ivy Stratus a champion? Really? No offense to the whole Stratus name or anything but…she’ll only be a transitional champion. Someone to keep the belt nice and shiny until it returns to its rightful owner…me! Well, thanks Ivy but your services are no longer needed…her Majesty is back now…and I want my belt back. Luckily for me, I can still cash in my rematch clause and I fully intend on doing that at the next pay-per-view event, reclaiming my rightful spot as the reigning Queen of WGEF and no one is going to stand in my way!<o:p></o:p>

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Things seemed peaceful in the wide world of wrestling, as far as WGEF is concerned. Chris McKenzie was still champion and defended his championship belt quite successfully at On the Edge against five other opponents. Huge congratulations to him, they were well deserved. He seems to have finally settled down with his girl of choice in Kia Mitchell, of course now that Kia is out of the company, as well as one of my closest, best friends Summer and her fiancée Blake, it seems like I’d missed quite a bit of drama. What happened between the three of them and management no one knows, details were never released…but they will most certainly be missed. Drew Stevenson, one of my trainers managed to grab himself a championship belt and has successfully defended it time and time again, huge kudos to him. I’ll soon join him as a champion, once I reclaim my WGEF Women’s Championship belt. Funny thing about it is, in less then a year I will find myself as a two time Women’s Champion for this fine company, and a damn proud one at that.<o:p></o:p>

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As I walked the hallowed halls of the WGEF corporate building, my thoughts ran away from me. I starred at myself, the picture of me as the champion and rekindled all those memories of successful title defenses, of successfully won matches, of the era and the reign I was racking up and I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t that long ago that I was on top of the world and, as soon as they sign off on it, I’ll be on top again. Do I hold personal animosity towards Ivy, do I hate her? Not at all. This is strictly business and she should remember that. But, like any business I busted my ass to get that belt, to hold it proudly and be a successful champion…I’ll do whatever I have to, to be champion again and she nor anyone else is going to get in my way or stop me. It’s at the top of my priority list and I’ll not rest until I get my belt back.<o:p></o:p>

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As I looked over the picture, at the bottom the name plate read “Jeanette Salazar �?WGEF Women’s Champion �?July 6^th, 2008-October 26^th, 2008. Doing the math, I held the belt for 3 months and twenty days. Not long enough, if you ask me. Coming up behind me, I heard the taps of some high heels against the tiled floor that surrounded us, and a sigh. Turning slowly, I came face to face with Jessica Andrews, one of WGEF’s interviewers. She smiled and leaned in, hugging me tightly. �?SPAN>We’ve all missed you, Jeanette�?she said, with a warm, comforting tone. �?SPAN>Trust me, I’ve missed all you guys too. I’ve missed the fans, the ring…the competition. I’ve missed fighting…I’ve missed it all. Even the bickering between myself and Courtney Helmsley-McMahon whose retired…or so I heard�?I said with a light laugh. �?SPAN>Yeah, been a few months since she’s been around…a little before your leave went into full affect, actually. Personally, I couldn’t be more happy…she was a raging bitch!�?she said, rolling her eyes. I laughed some, shaking my head, remembering all those times. �?SPAN>Yeah, she really was a bitch. A horrible person but, you know, I still would’ve liked one chance to really kick her ass. Oh well, right now, my focus is this�?I said, as I pointed to my picture. �?SPAN>Regaining the belt?�?she asked, looking at the picture. �?SPAN>Damn right�?I responded, with a proud smile on my face. �?SPAN>Well, if you’re ready, we can start this interview. I’m sure you’ve got lots to say and lots to clear up�?Jessica said, as we walked to one of the green rooms for the interview. Sitting in two rather large, comfortable black leather chairs across from each other, my black dress that had a cup affect at the bottom slid up my thigh just slightly. Crossing my legs, right over left, my black pantyhose-covered legs were still as perfect as ever…and the black, five inch stiletto heels I wore only showed them off that much more. My hair was still a dark auburn color and curled slightly, left down, rounding my face in the most perfect manner. My make up was done perfectly, as always and my strawberry flavored lips glistened as the lights hit them. I looked just as perfect and gorgeous as I had months ago, the last time I was seen on WGEF cameras. Looking around, I took it all in as Jessica crossed her legs to mimic mine, lying the clipboard on her lap.<o:p></o:p>

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�?SPAN>Well, first off allow me to extend the warmest welcome back ever. You’re truly a gem within the walls of WGEF and to the wrestling community and, through your absence you’ve been missed tremendously by all your peers. I’ll be the first one to say that I’ve missed your smiling face around here�?she said, with a smile as she looked at me. I could feel the camera’s around us, taping the entire segment. �?SPAN>Thanks Jessica, I couldn’t be happier to be back then I already am. Honestly, it feels absolutely fantastic to be back in WGEF and I look forward to my huge return match as soon as Trish or Kaylee make it. And knowing the two of them, it’ll probably be against someone they think will be great competition for me, that’ll beat me and put a damper on my hopes of becoming champion again but…the way I feel right now, they could put me against Chris McKenzie and I’d still feel confident. I’ve waited for this day, longed for this day for months and nothing could take that feeling away. I trained hard, I worked hard and I waited anxiously to come back and, well, now I am back and trust me when I say, I am better then ever. I’ve got new focus, a new style, a new outlook on my career and life, and I am more ready now then I was before, to make sure everyone remembers me as the greatest female fighter to ever grace the WGEF. I’ve got an adrenaline rush right now, so much energy and pint up aggression that I look forward to taking it all out next week in my huge return match. I only feel sorry for whatever fool they get to face me…they’ll be in for the ride of their life�?I responded, in an extremely confident manner. My rock; the engagement ring from Kevin shun nicely in the light and, I’m sure so many people would notice…Jessica being one of those people.<o:p></o:p>

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�?SPAN>Well, be that as it may Jeanette, a lot of people �?fans included �?are due some sort of explanation. You just vanished, without a trace for months and then come back out of no where. Granted, everyone is definitely happy to see you and have you back but, our fickle fans want to know what was going on with Jeanette. As you may have heard, so many people ran rampant with numerous rumors, one of the main ones being that the pressure was just too much to handle. You couldn’t handle being a champion, the pressure of the competition, the pressure of your career. Is any of it true?�?Jessica asked. Way to jump the gun, right? �?SPAN>Yeah, I heard the rumors; I checked the site constantly, in fact. People mentioned me almost every chance they could and most assumed that I couldn’t handle the pressure. Is any of it true? Ya know I walked into this company in April of this year, not knowing what to expect. I had limited professional experience and only signed with one other company as a competitor, before this one. I was there a month and a half and took their world �?their women’s division by storm. I was on the brink of being named their champion for the entire women’s division and they abruptly closed their doors. I knew what was in store for me when I signed with WGEF, but I couldn’t help but remind myself that I had what it took to be here, to be crowned a champion multi-times over. That I could beat anyone and everyone they threw at me and I did, for months on end. The only two matches I happened to lose were against two of my best friends and two amazing stars in the company; Summer Fox and Chris McKenzie. Yet, I still managed to be named a contender weeks shy of my debut and then proceeded in being named a champion a month or so later. I held that belt with pride and challenged anyone that dared say they could dethrone me, including Courtney Helmsley-Michaels. That match never came to be, but I still laid out the challenge to her. I had thee single greatest entrance to this company then anyone else. I walked in, took the company by storm, became the best the division �?and company �?had to offer and managed to earn the respect of hall of famers and true legends in the business. I even took time out of my busy schedule and posed for Playboy…something I’m extremely proud of. Was the pressure too much, Jessica…was that your question?�?I asked, and she nodded. �?SPAN>Not even close. I was under pressure many times over. Look at who I had to beat to become champion, Sharmaine James. The women’s held the belt a couple times…yeah sure, they were like for a month each reign but still, she’s a previous champion. She is well known throughout this entire company and she’s got so many resources. Not to mention, she’s got the confidence to back up most of what she says. The only difference between her and I is, I wanted it more. On that night, I wanted it more…I had the passion, the heart…I put more of me into that match then she did or ever could and it all paid off. I walked out the champion. And a proud one, at that. Pressure’s never been an issue for me, I’ve taken everything in and walked out more strong and better then I was before it. People can speculate what happened with me, what caused my sudden leave all they want but, when it’s all said and done none of it really matters. What matters is, my skill is untouchable, my matches are remarkable and I will become the WGEF Women’s Champion for a second time…and there isn’t a damn person in this company that has the merit to stop me.�?I responded, my face was serious. Sure, I had fun, I made jokes and I smiled and laughed a lot. But when it came down to business, I was as serious as the next person…especially when it pertained to my WGEF Women’s Championship.<o:p></o:p>

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�?SPAN>So, if you don’t mind me asking…what did happen that caused the sudden leave? You seemed on top of the world and then suddenly POOF, you were gone�?she said, with a concerned look on her face. �?SPAN>Truth is something sort of popped up…literally. As many of my fans and fellow co-workers know, my parents are both Army vets. I am an Army brat. Though they retired and would probably never see the face of war, they will always remain a part of the US Armed Forces family, regardless of where we live and what we do. In the late months of September, they were called to duty and were immediately transported from the base <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">camp</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Fort</st1:PlaceName> Hood, where they worked as recruiting trainers to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region> to continue training some of the recovering and rehabbed soldiers and even some of the new recruits that were�?well, inexperienced. They also had other duties, my mom working in the hospital and my dad working with the computer tech support thing. That’s why I had to take the sudden LOA. When they were called to duty, I had to get all their stuff from <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Fort</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Hood</st1:PlaceName>, transfer it back to their home in <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Houston</st1:place></st1:City> and spent a month there, trying to find someone to house sit while they complete their tour. It’s a six month tour and it took me a while to find someone. I was probably a little too picky but, this is my parent’s home we’re talking about…how could I be anything but picky? After that, Kevin and I took a vacation to <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hawaii</st1:place></st1:State>. I needed to get away in the worst way…I was having a little trouble dealing with my parents so close to danger, I worried constantly…as any person would. I wasn’t psychotic, I didn’t have some sort of mental break down or go into some sort of hysteria or anything. I just worried a lot. We went to <st1:State w:st="on">Hawaii</st1:State>, spent two weeks over there alone and then shipped off to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Iraq</st1:place></st1:country-region> with a group of wrestlers to put on a special show for our troops. It was the first time my parents got to see me fight a match, up close and in person. I had three matches over there and they saw all three. Two were singles and one was a tag match with Kevin. I won all three and to see my parents watching proudly at what I do for a living, that’s embedded in my heart forever. After that week, and spending Thanksgiving with my folks, we came back to <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Texas</st1:place></st1:State> and I immediately called WGEF, removed myself from leave and here I am. Back in the flash�?I said, with a smile on my face. �?SPAN>Wow. I don’t think anyone expected that. How are your parents, Jeanette? Safe, I hope�?Jessica asked, as she scanned her clip board. �?SPAN>Actually they are. They are doing very well as a matter of fact. They’ll be back for Christmas and I’ve already signed up for another exclusive show for our troops so my parents can see me perform again and I’m really excited. They are as far away from the fighting and bombings as possible, which puts an unbelievably huge feeling of ease over me. I sleep better now, knowing they are in good hands�?I responded, nodding my head as my right leg swung around a bit.<o:p></o:p>

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�?SPAN>Now Jeanette, I couldn’t help but notice a certain object blinding me. Any news you’d like to update our fantastic fans on?�?Jessica asked, with a huge grin on her face. �?SPAN>Actually, I would. While on vacation in <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Hawaii</st1:place></st1:State>, Kevin proposed and I happily accepted. We didn’t tell my parents until he talked to them, got their approval like a true gentlemen, and then publically proposed again in front of all the troops and my parents. Both times were insanely romantic in their own way and I’ve spent the last three weeks as an engaged women happier then I’ve ever been�?I said, with a smile on my face and a gleam in my eye. You could really sense my happiness in my body tone and smile. �?SPAN>Has a date been set yet?�?Jessica questioned, as she looked at the rock on my hand…a pretty nice sized one, at that. �?SPAN>All we’re telling people is that it’s sometime between the ending of this year and the beginning of next. We’re trying to keep the ceremony as small and private as possible, only a few close family and friends. We’re not aiming to do anything public or anything at all involving it airing on WGEF cameras. I’d never ask Trish and Kaylee to allow me the time for that. Especially since my fiancée isn’t even a part of the company. God, I can’t get used to the sound of that…my fiancée. Don’t worry Jess, you’re invitation will come in the mail with everyone else’s�?I joked, as we shared in a bit of laughing. �?SPAN>Wow, seems like things are back on track for you Jeanette. I couldn’t be any happier for you. As we’ve all heard, as the rumors circulated when word of your return began to roll around, and as you plainly stated a few minutes ago…you want to cash in your rematch clause for the WGEF Women’s Championship. Any idea on when it’ll be or whether it’s been Okayed?�?she asked…and I didn’t really know yet. �?SPAN>Well, not officially. I stated the moment I came back, the first meeting I had with Kaylee and Trish that I was cashing it in and I wanted to do so at the next pay per view, the first chance I could get. I want to reclaim my belt and my spot as the top female in this company. Naturally, they both looked at each other with doubts and questions, I’m sure they have other plans for the belt and for their supposed nemesis, Ivy. But their plans and my plans are two separate entities. And being that no new contender has been named, they really have no merit to decline my request. Not to mention the fact that it’s stated in my contract, I can cash in my rematch clause at any time of my choosing. And I choose to cash it in now, to take on Ivy at the next pay per view, for the belt. And if they were true to their word, they wouldn’t find any problem approving my request. Especially since, legally, they really can’t. But, you and I both know those two. They’ve got something up their sleeve so I’m prepared either way. And if they do decline it, then they can rest assured that I will get that belt back, no matter who I have to beat for it. Whether it’s Ivy, Kaylee, Trish or God himself. It will be back around my waist. I’m very focused on getting that belt back, Jessica, and not even the great Trish Stratus-Copes and Kaylee Adams will be able to stop me�?I stated, adamantly. I knew that Trish and Kaylee, by now, had acquired other plans for Ivy and her title reign. Neither of them like the girl or they didn’t when I left and I seriously doubt anything has changed since. Just like they both knew, placing her against me was a quick way to declare a new champion. I knew, they knew…even Ivy knows �?she can’t beat me and I’ll be the champion again. It’s just a matter of what Trish and Kaylee would like to see more. Me back on top, back as champion or to keep the belt around the waist and in the possession of someone like Ivy Stratus.<o:p></o:p>

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�?SPAN>Well Jeanette, I wish you the best of luck sweetheart. I know you won’t need it or anything and God willing, we’ll see you as a proud champion for a second time. And I just can’t tell you how glad we are to have the Beautiful Phenomenon back. It was truly an honor and a pleasure to sit with you today, Jeanette�?Jessica said, as our interview came to a close. �?SPAN>Oh, the pleasure is all mine sweetie. I look forward to a follow up interview, and hopefully one where I’ll be able to proudly boost and display my newly won Women’s Championship belt. God, I just can’t wait!�?I exclaimed happily. We both rose to our feet and hugged, before parting ways. My smile couldn’t be sand-blasted off, even if you tried. Newly engaged, back to reclaim my throne as the Queen of WGEF and my championship belt…and back to kicking ass the way I always have. I was floating on cloud nine right now, and nothing could change that.<o:p></o:p>

Everyone remembers important days in their lives. Anniversaries, birthdays, the births and deaths of close loved ones, their wedding day and yes, 9-11 falls into that category. You remember what you were doing almost vividly; you could recall every moment and every detail. That’s how it was with me the day I found out my parents would be shipped to Iraq.

Retired for five plus years from Military services, they still worked heavily with the US army in training the new recruits. They were extremely good at what they did and were even moved from their quaint home in Houston to live on the base camp at Fort Hood in Texas. They received word from their superior that they were needed in Iraq. Not for fighting, but for other tasks. My father, a skilled computer tech and Army trainer, my mother an experienced surgical nurse and Army trainer, they were shipped with duties that specifically kept them in those areas. They’d assist with training of some of the more inexperienced soldiers, getting them ready for a war that everyone predicts will happen, getting the recovered soldiers back into combat condition. They’d also work with the Army in a more “backstage�?feel. My father would help run the computer tech area; my mother would work as a nurse in the area hospitals that were kept for US Army personnel only. Things seemed perfect for them; they were safe and doing what they loved to do; protect their country. Despite my pleas to keep them from going, I knew that they’d go regardless. When their country called, they’d answer hands down.

I worried for months, wondering when I’d see them again…if I’d ever get to see them again. Hearing all these hotels, schools, buildings getting randomly targeted and bombed, kids being used as suicide bombers �?none of it left an easy feeling in my stomach. I found myself extremely conflicted between work and worrying about my parents. In September of 2008 I said goodbye to my parents for what was supposed to be only 6 months, but would turn out to be more like a lifetime. In the early days of October, I filed for administrative leave from competition with WGEF. I couldn’t focus on work, keep my concentration on competition let alone focus on being a champion all the while worrying hysterically over the well being of my parents. You’d think, someone that’s spent her entire life living on an Army base camp in Puerto Rico would be used to this sort of lifestyle by now. See, funny thing about that is; my parents did their training and their war time. They spent the early years of their marriage and young life traveling between Hawaii, Alaska and Germany. By the time I was born, they’d been fully committed to their positions on the base camp in Puerto Rico. There’d be no more moving, there’d be no more shipping off for war. My mother worked as a surgical nurse and my father as a computer tech. When we were moved to Houston, a few years following the move they “retired�?from their specific job duties. Though you never really get out of the army or retire, they were now done working and done with fighting. Or so they thought. They were asked to work as Recruiting Trainers to help assist in getting the new recruits that would come in from all areas of the country ready. Was I used to the Army lifestyle and being held to a certain standard as an Army brat? Yeah, I really was. Would I ever get used to knowing my parents are stationed in one of the most dangerous areas to ever be stationed in right now? Not until I knew they were safely back home in Houston, where they belonged. Call it selfish but, those are my parents we’re talking about. You’d be the same way if it were your parents. Am I proud of them, do I resent them for going? Of course not. I love my parents and I knew that they were in the Army long before I came along. I also know that they are fighting for the freedoms I enjoy daily. But still, as proud as I am of them, as much as I admire them, I still worry.

I spent October in my newly bought home just outside the Houston area, and spent a month trying to find the right person to occupy my parent’s house during their six month absence. I found the lucky couple. They were newlyweds and both successful in their careers. They were stationed to the Houston area for six months to help start up a new office that was placed there and they seemed like the perfect people to stay there. I made monthly payments on my parent’s house and they paid me, it was a little system we worked up. It took me a month to find the right people, maybe a little over a month, but I finally did. After I did that, Kevin and I spent a weekend away, trying to help me cope with the danger my parents were in. We traveled to the gorgeous Hawaii Island, and spent two glorious weeks alone together, talking, and getting even closer then we already were. After what happened between myself and Justin, it was hard for me to really see myself opening up again to someone. Justin and I had an extensive past, we’ve known each other for years and we decided to take our friendship to a new level…which proved to be costly. He and I haven’t spoken since our break up in August, which goes to show…sometimes, moving from friends to more isn’t always a good choice. The difference between Kevin and I and my relationship with Justin is…we were very much in synch. We trained together for a little while, he helped to train me even more, and we stayed as close as humanly possible, no matter the numerous relationships between us. There was always a little something there, between Kevin and me…but we never acted on it. Our friendship was much too important to jeopardize. After a while, we just couldn’t resist. When Justin and I were in the midst of a heartbreaking break up, Kevin was there for me from beginning to end, which eventually lead to us getting together. Four months later, we’re even closer then before. In fact, during our trip to Hawaii, we became as close as possible; we got engaged. Our wedding is set for the early part of next year, the late part of this year and it’ll be a quiet, intimate setting for close friends and family. Nothing public…we’re private people; we want everything to be as quiet and as serene as possible.

Which brings us to the next huge chapter in my life; my return to the ring. I’m officially off my administrative leave and ready to get back to doing what I do absolutely best, wrestling and kicking ass…and, of course, reclaim a belt that should still be mine, the WGEF Women’s Championship belt. Ivy Stratus a champion? Really? No offense to the whole Stratus name or anything but…she’ll only be a transitional champion. Someone to keep the belt nice and shiny until it returns to its rightful owner…me! Well, thanks Ivy but your services are no longer needed…her Majesty is back now…and I want my belt back. Luckily for me, I can still cash in my rematch clause and I fully intend on doing that at the next pay-per-view event, reclaiming my rightful spot as the reigning Queen of WGEF and no one is going to stand in my way!

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Things seemed peaceful in the wide world of wrestling, as far as WGEF is concerned. Chris McKenzie was still champion and defended his championship belt quite successfully at On the Edge against five other opponents. Huge congratulations to him, they were well deserved. He seems to have finally settled down with his girl of choice in Kia Mitchell, of course now that Kia is out of the company, as well as one of my closest, best friends Summer and her fiancée Blake, it seems like I’d missed quite a bit of drama. What happened between the three of them and management no one knows, details were never released…but they will most certainly be missed. Drew Stevenson, one of my trainers managed to grab himself a championship belt and has successfully defended it time and time again, huge kudos to him. I’ll soon join him as a champion, once I reclaim my WGEF Women’s Championship belt. Funny thing about it is, in less then a year I will find myself as a two time Women’s Champion for this fine company, and a damn proud one at that.

As I walked the hallowed halls of the WGEF corporate building, my thoughts ran away from me. I starred at myself, the picture of me as the champion and rekindled all those memories of successful title defenses, of successfully won matches, of the era and the reign I was racking up and I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t that long ago that I was on top of the world and, as soon as they sign off on it, I’ll be on top again. Do I hold personal animosity towards Ivy, do I hate her? Not at all. This is strictly business and she should remember that. But, like any business I busted my ass to get that belt, to hold it proudly and be a successful champion…I’ll do whatever I have to, to be champion again and she nor anyone else is going to get in my way or stop me. It’s at the top of my priority list and I’ll not rest until I get my belt back.

As I looked over the picture, at the bottom the name plate read “Jeanette Salazar �?WGEF Women’s Champion �?July 6^th, 2008-October 26^th, 2008. Doing the math, I held the belt for 3 months and twenty days. Not long enough, if you ask me. Coming up behind me, I heard the taps of some high heels against the tiled floor that surrounded us, and a sigh. Turning slowly, I came face to face with Jessica Andrews, one of WGEF’s interviewers. She smiled and leaned in, hugging me tightly. �?SPAN>We’ve all missed you, Jeanette�?she said, with a warm, comforting tone. �?SPAN>Trust me, I’ve missed all you guys too. I’ve missed the fans, the ring…the competition. I’ve missed fighting…I’ve missed it all. Even the bickering between myself and Courtney Helmsley-McMahon whose retired…or so I heard�?I said with a light laugh. �?SPAN>Yeah, been a few months since she’s been around…a little before your leave went into full affect, actually. Personally, I couldn’t be more happy…she was a raging bitch!�?she said, rolling her eyes. I laughed some, shaking my head, remembering all those times. �?SPAN>Yeah, she really was a bitch. A horrible person but, you know, I still would’ve liked one chance to really kick her ass. Oh well, right now, my focus is this�?I said, as I pointed to my picture. �?SPAN>Regaining the belt?�?she asked, looking at the picture. �?SPAN>Damn right�?I responded, with a proud smile on my face. �?SPAN>Well, if you’re ready, we can start this interview. I’m sure you’ve got lots to say and lots to clear up�?Jessica said, as we walked to one of the green rooms for the interview. Sitting in two rather large, comfortable black leather chairs across from each other, my black dress that had a cup affect at the bottom slid up my thigh just slightly. Crossing my legs, right over left, my black pantyhose-covered legs were still as perfect as ever…and the black, five inch stiletto heels I wore only showed them off that much more. My hair was still a dark auburn color and curled slightly, left down, rounding my face in the most perfect manner. My make up was done perfectly, as always and my strawberry flavored lips glistened as the lights hit them. I looked just as perfect and gorgeous as I had months ago, the last time I was seen on WGEF cameras. Looking around, I took it all in as Jessica crossed her legs to mimic mine, lying the clipboard on her lap.

�?SPAN>Well, first off allow me to extend the warmest welcome back ever. You’re truly a gem within the walls of WGEF and to the wrestling community and, through your absence you’ve been missed tremendously by all your peers. I’ll be the first one to say that I’ve missed your smiling face around here�?she said, with a smile as she looked at me. I could feel the camera’s around us, taping the entire segment. �?SPAN>Thanks Jessica, I couldn’t be happier to be back then I already am. Honestly, it feels absolutely fantastic to be back in WGEF and I look forward to my huge return match as soon as Trish or Kaylee make it. And knowing the two of them, it’ll probably be against someone they think will be great competition for me, that’ll beat me and put a damper on my hopes of becoming champion again but…the way I feel right now, they could put me against Chris McKenzie and I’d still feel confident. I’ve waited for this day, longed for this day for months and nothing could take that feeling away. I trained hard, I worked hard and I waited anxiously to come back and, well, now I am back and trust me when I say, I am better then ever. I’ve got new focus, a new style, a new outlook on my career and life, and I am more ready now then I was before, to make sure everyone remembers me as the greatest female fighter to ever grace the WGEF. I’ve got an adrenaline rush right now, so much energy and pint up aggression that I look forward to taking it all out next week in my huge return match. I only feel sorry for whatever fool they get to face me…they’ll be in for the ride of their life�?I responded, in an extremely confident manner. My rock; the engagement ring from Kevin shun nicely in the light and, I’m sure so many people would notice…Jessica being one of those people.

�?SPAN>Well, be that as it may Jeanette, a lot of people �?fans included �?are due some sort of explanation. You just vanished, without a trace for months and then come back out of no where. Granted, everyone is definitely happy to see you and have you back but, our fickle fans want to know what was going on with Jeanette. As you may have heard, so many people ran rampant with numerous rumors, one of the main ones being that the pressure was just too much to handle. You couldn’t handle being a champion, the pressure of the competition, the pressure of your career. Is any of it true?�?Jessica asked. Way to jump the gun, right? �?SPAN>Yeah, I heard the rumors; I checked the site constantly, in fact. People mentioned me almost every chance they could and most assumed that I couldn’t handle the pressure. Is any of it true? Ya know I walked into this company in April of this year, not knowing what to expect. I had limited professional experience and only signed with one other company as a competitor, before this one. I was there a month and a half and took their world �?their women’s division by storm. I was on the brink of being named their champion for the entire women’s division and they abruptly closed their doors. I knew what was in store for me when I signed with WGEF, but I couldn’t help but remind myself that I had what it took to be here, to be crowned a champion multi-times over. That I could beat anyone and everyone they threw at me and I did, for months on end. The only two matches I happened to lose were against two of my best friends and two amazing stars in the company; Summer Fox and Chris McKenzie. Yet, I still managed to be named a contender weeks shy of my debut and then proceeded in being named a champion a month or so later. I held that belt with pride and challenged anyone that dared say they could dethrone me, including Courtney Helmsley-Michaels. That match never came to be, but I still laid out the challenge to her. I had thee single greatest entrance to this company then anyone else. I walked in, took the company by storm, became the best the division �?and company �?had to offer and managed to earn the respect of hall of famers and true legends in the business. I even took time out of my busy schedule and posed for Playboy…something I’m extremely proud of. Was the pressure too much, Jessica…was that your question?�?I asked, and she nodded. �?SPAN>Not even close. I was under pressure many times over. Look at who I had to beat to become champion, Sharmaine James. The women’s held the belt a couple times…yeah sure, they were like for a month each reign but still, she’s a previous champion. She is well known throughout this entire company and she’s got so many resources. Not to mention, she’s got the confidence to back up most of what she says. The only difference between her and I is, I wanted it more. On that night, I wanted it more…I had the passion, the heart…I put more of me into that match then she did or ever could and it all paid off. I walked out the champion. And a proud one, at that. Pressure’s never been an issue for me, I’ve taken everything in and walked out more strong and better then I was before it. People can speculate what happened with me, what caused my sudden leave all they want but, when it’s all said and done none of it really matters. What matters is, my skill is untouchable, my matches are remarkable and I will become the WGEF Women’s Champion for a second time…and there isn’t a damn person in this company that has the merit to stop me.�?I responded, my face was serious. Sure, I had fun, I made jokes and I smiled and laughed a lot. But when it came down to business, I was as serious as the next person…especially when it pertained to my WGEF Women’s Championship.

�?SPAN>So, if you don’t mind me asking…what did happen that caused the sudden leave? You seemed on top of the world and then suddenly POOF, you were gone�?she said, with a concerned look on her face. �?SPAN>Truth is something sort of popped up…literally. As many of my fans and fellow co-workers know, my parents are both Army vets. I am an Army brat. Though they retired and would probably never see the face of war, they will always remain a part of the US Armed Forces family, regardless of where we live and what we do. In the late months of September, they were called to duty and were immediately transported from the base Fort Hood, where they worked as recruiting trainers to Iraq to continue training some of the recovering and rehabbed soldiers and even some of the new recruits that were�?well, inexperienced. They also had other duties, my mom working in the hospital and my dad working with the computer tech support thing. That’s why I had to take the sudden LOA. When they were called to duty, I had to get all their stuff from FortHood, transfer it back to their home in Houston and spent a month there, trying to find someone to house sit while they complete their tour. It’s a six month tour and it took me a while to find someone. I was probably a little too picky but, this is my parent’s home we’re talking about…how could I be anything but picky? After that, Kevin and I took a vacation to Hawaii. I needed to get away in the worst way…I was having a little trouble dealing with my parents so close to danger, I worried constantly…as any person would. I wasn’t psychotic, I didn’t have some sort of mental break down or go into some sort of hysteria or anything. I just worried a lot. We went to Hawaii, spent two weeks over there alone and then shipped off to Iraq with a group of wrestlers to put on a special show for our troops. It was the first time my parents got to see me fight a match, up close and in person. I had three matches over there and they saw all three. Two were singles and one was a tag match with Kevin. I won all three and to see my parents watching proudly at what I do for a living, that’s embedded in my heart forever. After that week, and spending Thanksgiving with my folks, we came back to Texas and I immediately called WGEF, removed myself from leave and here I am. Back in the flash�?I said, with a smile on my face. �?SPAN>Wow. I don’t think anyone expected that. How are your parents, Jeanette? Safe, I hope�?Jessica asked, as she scanned her clip board. �?SPAN>Actually they are. They are doing very well as a matter of fact. They’ll be back for Christmas and I’ve already signed up for another exclusive show for our troops so my parents can see me perform again and I’m really excited. They are as far away from the fighting and bombings as possible, which puts an unbelievably huge feeling of ease over me. I sleep better now, knowing they are in good hands�?I responded, nodding my head as my right leg swung around a bit.

�?SPAN>Now Jeanette, I couldn’t help but notice a certain object blinding me. Any news you’d like to update our fantastic fans on?�?Jessica asked, with a huge grin on her face. �?SPAN>Actually, I would. While on vacation in Hawaii, Kevin proposed and I happily accepted. We didn’t tell my parents until he talked to them, got their approval like a true gentlemen, and then publically proposed again in front of all the troops and my parents. Both times were insanely romantic in their own way and I’ve spent the last three weeks as an engaged women happier then I’ve ever been�?I said, with a smile on my face and a gleam in my eye. You could really sense my happiness in my body tone and smile. �?SPAN>Has a date been set yet?�?Jessica questioned, as she looked at the rock on my hand…a pretty nice sized one, at that. �?SPAN>All we’re telling people is that it’s sometime between the ending of this year and the beginning of next. We’re trying to keep the ceremony as small and private as possible, only a few close family and friends. We’re not aiming to do anything public or anything at all involving it airing on WGEF cameras. I’d never ask Trish and Kaylee to allow me the time for that. Especially since my fiancée isn’t even a part of the company. God, I can’t get used to the sound of that…my fiancée. Don’t worry Jess, you’re invitation will come in the mail with everyone else’s�?I joked, as we shared in a bit of laughing. �?SPAN>Wow, seems like things are back on track for you Jeanette. I couldn’t be any happier for you. As we’ve all heard, as the rumors circulated when word of your return began to roll around, and as you plainly stated a few minutes ago…you want to cash in your rematch clause for the WGEF Women’s Championship. Any idea on when it’ll be or whether it’s been Okayed?�?she asked…and I didn’t really know yet. �?SPAN>Well, not officially. I stated the moment I came back, the first meeting I had with Kaylee and Trish that I was cashing it in and I wanted to do so at the next pay per view, the first chance I could get. I want to reclaim my belt and my spot as the top female in this company. Naturally, they both looked at each other with doubts and questions, I’m sure they have other plans for the belt and for their supposed nemesis, Ivy. But their plans and my plans are two separate entities. And being that no new contender has been named, they really have no merit to decline my request. Not to mention the fact that it’s stated in my contract, I can cash in my rematch clause at any time of my choosing. And I choose to cash it in now, to take on Ivy at the next pay per view, for the belt. And if they were true to their word, they wouldn’t find any problem approving my request. Especially since, legally, they really can’t. But, you and I both know those two. They’ve got something up their sleeve so I’m prepared either way. And if they do decline it, then they can rest assured that I will get that belt back, no matter who I have to beat for it. Whether it’s Ivy, Kaylee, Trish or God himself. It will be back around my waist. I’m very focused on getting that belt back, Jessica, and not even the great Trish Stratus-Copes and Kaylee Adams will be able to stop me�?I stated, adamantly. I knew that Trish and Kaylee, by now, had acquired other plans for Ivy and her title reign. Neither of them like the girl or they didn’t when I left and I seriously doubt anything has changed since. Just like they both knew, placing her against me was a quick way to declare a new champion. I knew, they knew…even Ivy knows �?she can’t beat me and I’ll be the champion again. It’s just a matter of what Trish and Kaylee would like to see more. Me back on top, back as champion or to keep the belt around the waist and in the possession of someone like Ivy Stratus.

�?SPAN>Well Jeanette, I wish you the best of luck sweetheart. I know you won’t need it or anything and God willing, we’ll see you as a proud champion for a second time. And I just can’t tell you how glad we are to have the Beautiful Phenomenon back. It was truly an honor and a pleasure to sit with you today, Jeanette�?Jessica said, as our interview came to a close. �?SPAN>Oh, the pleasure is all mine sweetie. I look forward to a follow up interview, and hopefully one where I’ll be able to proudly boost and display my newly won Women’s Championship belt. God, I just can’t wait!�?I exclaimed happily. We both rose to our feet and hugged, before parting ways. My smile couldn’t be sand-blasted off, even if you tried. Newly engaged, back to reclaim my throne as the Queen of WGEF and my championship belt…and back to kicking ass the way I always have. I was floating on cloud nine right now, and nothing could change that.

Everyone remembers important days in their lives. Anniversaries, birthdays, the births and deaths of close loved ones, their wedding day and yes, 9-11 falls into that category. You remember what you were doing almost vividly; you could recall every moment and every detail. That’s how it was with me the day I found out my parents would be shipped to Iraq.

Retired for five plus years from Military services, they still worked heavily with the US army in training the new recruits. They were extremely good at what they did and were even moved from their quaint home in Houston to live on the base camp at Fort Hood in Texas. They received word from their superior that they were needed in Iraq. Not for fighting, but for other tasks. My father, a skilled computer tech and Army trainer, my mother an experienced surgical nurse and Army trainer, they were shipped with duties that specifically kept them in those areas. They’d assist with training of some of the more inexperienced soldiers, getting them ready for a war that everyone predicts will happen, getting the recovered soldiers back into combat condition. They’d also work with the Army in a more “backstage�?feel. My father would help run the computer tech area; my mother would work as a nurse in the area hospitals that were kept for US Army personnel only. Things seemed perfect for them; they were safe and doing what they loved to do; protect their country. Despite my pleas to keep them from going, I knew that they’d go regardless. When their country called, they’d answer hands down.

I worried for months, wondering when I’d see them again…if I’d ever get to see them again. Hearing all these hotels, schools, buildings getting randomly targeted and bombed, kids being used as suicide bombers �?none of it left an easy feeling in my stomach. I found myself extremely conflicted between work and worrying about my parents. In September of 2008 I said goodbye to my parents for what was supposed to be only 6 months, but would turn out to be more like a lifetime. In the early days of October, I filed for administrative leave from competition with WGEF. I couldn’t focus on work, keep my concentration on competition let alone focus on being a champion all the while worrying hysterically over the well being of my parents. You’d think, someone that’s spent her entire life living on an Army base camp in Puerto Rico would be used to this sort of lifestyle by now. See, funny thing about that is; my parents did their training and their war time. They spent the early years of their marriage and young life traveling between Hawaii, Alaska and Germany. By the time I was born, they’d been fully committed to their positions on the base camp in Puerto Rico. There’d be no more moving, there’d be no more shipping off for war. My mother worked as a surgical nurse and my father as a computer tech. When we were moved to Houston, a few years following the move they “retired�?from their specific job duties. Though you never really get out of the army or retire, they were now done working and done with fighting. Or so they thought. They were asked to work as Recruiting Trainers to help assist in getting the new recruits that would come in from all areas of the country ready. Was I used to the Army lifestyle and being held to a certain standard as an Army brat? Yeah, I really was. Would I ever get used to knowing my parents are stationed in one of the most dangerous areas to ever be stationed in right now? Not until I knew they were safely back home in Houston, where they belonged. Call it selfish but, those are my parents we’re talking about. You’d be the same way if it were your parents. Am I proud of them, do I resent them for going? Of course not. I love my parents and I knew that they were in the Army long before I came along. I also know that they are fighting for the freedoms I enjoy daily. But still, as proud as I am of them, as much as I admire them, I still worry.

I spent October in my newly bought home just outside the Houston area, and spent a month trying to find the right person to occupy my parent’s house during their six month absence. I found the lucky couple. They were newlyweds and both successful in their careers. They were stationed to the Houston area for six months to help start up a new office that was placed there and they seemed like the perfect people to stay there. I made monthly payments on my parent’s house and they paid me, it was a little system we worked up. It took me a month to find the right people, maybe a little over a month, but I finally did. After I did that, Kevin and I spent a weekend away, trying to help me cope with the danger my parents were in. We traveled to the gorgeous Hawaii Island, and spent two glorious weeks alone together, talking, and getting even closer then we already were. After what happened between myself and Justin, it was hard for me to really see myself opening up again to someone. Justin and I had an extensive past, we’ve known each other for years and we decided to take our friendship to a new level…which proved to be costly. He and I haven’t spoken since our break up in August, which goes to show…sometimes, moving from friends to more isn’t always a good choice. The difference between Kevin and I and my relationship with Justin is…we were very much in synch. We trained together for a little while, he helped to train me even more, and we stayed as close as humanly possible, no matter the numerous relationships between us. There was always a little something there, between Kevin and me…but we never acted on it. Our friendship was much too important to jeopardize. After a while, we just couldn’t resist. When Justin and I were in the midst of a heartbreaking break up, Kevin was there for me from beginning to end, which eventually lead to us getting together. Four months later, we’re even closer then before. In fact, during our trip to Hawaii, we became as close as possible; we got engaged. Our wedding is set for the early part of next year, the late part of this year and it’ll be a quiet, intimate setting for close friends and family. Nothing public…we’re private people; we want everything to be as quiet and as serene as possible.

Which brings us to the next huge chapter in my life; my return to the ring. I’m officially off my administrative leave and ready to get back to doing what I do absolutely best, wrestling and kicking ass…and, of course, reclaim a belt that should still be mine, the WGEF Women’s Championship belt. Ivy Stratus a champion? Really? No offense to the whole Stratus name or anything but…she’ll only be a transitional champion. Someone to keep the belt nice and shiny until it returns to its rightful owner…me! Well, thanks Ivy but your services are no longer needed…her Majesty is back now…and I want my belt back. Luckily for me, I can still cash in my rematch clause and I fully intend on doing that at the next pay-per-view event, reclaiming my rightful spot as the reigning Queen of WGEF and no one is going to stand in my way!

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Things seemed peaceful in the wide world of wrestling, as far as WGEF is concerned. Chris McKenzie was still champion and defended his championship belt quite successfully at On the Edge against five other opponents. Huge congratulations to him, they were well deserved. He seems to have finally settled down with his girl of choice in Kia Mitchell, of course now that Kia is out of the company, as well as one of my closest, best friends Summer and her fiancée Blake, it seems like I’d missed quite a bit of drama. What happened between the three of them and management no one knows, details were never released…but they will most certainly be missed. Drew Stevenson, one of my trainers managed to grab himself a championship belt and has successfully defended it time and time again, huge kudos to him. I’ll soon join him as a champion, once I reclaim my WGEF Women’s Championship belt. Funny thing about it is, in less then a year I will find myself as a two time Women’s Champion for this fine company, and a damn proud one at that.

As I walked the hallowed halls of the WGEF corporate building, my thoughts ran away from me. I starred at myself, the picture of me as the champion and rekindled all those memories of successful title defenses, of successfully won matches, of the era and the reign I was racking up and I couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t that long ago that I was on top of the world and, as soon as they sign off on it, I’ll be on top again. Do I hold personal animosity towards Ivy, do I hate her? Not at all. This is strictly business and she should remember that. But, like any business I busted my ass to get that belt, to hold it proudly and be a successful champion…I’ll do whatever I have to, to be champion again and she nor anyone else is going to get in my way or stop me. It’s at the top of my priority list and I’ll not rest until I get my belt back.

As I looked over the picture, at the bottom the name plate read “Jeanette Salazar �?WGEF Women’s Champion �?July 6^th, 2008-October 26^th, 2008. Doing the math, I held the belt for 3 months and twenty days. Not long enough, if you ask me. Coming up behind me, I heard the taps of some high heels against the tiled floor that surrounded us, and a sigh. Turning slowly, I came face to face with Jessica Andrews, one of WGEF’s interviewers. She smiled and leaned in, hugging me tightly. �?SPAN>We’ve all missed you, Jeanette�?she said, with a warm, comforting tone. �?SPAN>Trust me, I’ve missed all you guys too. I’ve missed the fans, the ring…the competition. I’ve missed fighting…I’ve missed it all. Even the bickering between myself and Courtney Helmsley-McMahon whose retired…or so I heard�?I said with a light laugh. �?SPAN>Yeah, been a few months since she’s been around…a little before your leave went into full affect, actually. Personally, I couldn’t be more happy…she was a raging bitch!�?she said, rolling her eyes. I laughed some, shaking my head, remembering all those times. �?SPAN>Yeah, she really was a bitch. A horrible person but, you know, I still would’ve liked one chance to really kick her ass. Oh well, right now, my focus is this�?I said, as I pointed to my picture. �?SPAN>Regaining the belt?�?she asked, looking at the picture. �?SPAN>Damn right�?I responded, with a proud smile on my face. �?SPAN>Well, if you’re ready, we can start this interview. I’m sure you’ve got lots to say and lots to clear up�?Jessica said, as we walked to one of the green rooms for the interview. Sitting in two rather large, comfortable black leather chairs across from each other, my black dress that had a cup affect at the bottom slid up my thigh just slightly. Crossing my legs, right over left, my black pantyhose-covered legs were still as perfect as ever…and the black, five inch stiletto heels I wore only showed them off that much more. My hair was still a dark auburn color and curled slightly, left down, rounding my face in the most perfect manner. My make up was done perfectly, as always and my strawberry flavored lips glistened as the lights hit them. I looked just as perfect and gorgeous as I had months ago, the last time I was seen on WGEF cameras. Looking around, I took it all in as Jessica crossed her legs to mimic mine, lying the clipboard on her lap.

�?SPAN>Well, first off allow me to extend the warmest welcome back ever. You’re truly a gem within the walls of WGEF and to the wrestling community and, through your absence you’ve been missed tremendously by all your peers. I’ll be the first one to say that I’ve missed your smiling face around here�?she said, with a smile as she looked at me. I could feel the camera’s around us, taping the entire segment. �?SPAN>Thanks Jessica, I couldn’t be happier to be back then I already am. Honestly, it feels absolutely fantastic to be back in WGEF and I look forward to my huge return match as soon as Trish or Kaylee make it. And knowing the two of them, it’ll probably be against someone they think will be great competition for me, that’ll beat me and put a damper on my hopes of becoming champion again but…the way I feel right now, they could put me against Chris McKenzie and I’d still feel confident. I’ve waited for this day, longed for this day for months and nothing could take that feeling away. I trained hard, I worked hard and I waited anxiously to come back and, well, now I am back and trust me when I say, I am better then ever. I’ve got new focus, a new style, a new outlook on my career and life, and I am more ready now then I was before, to make sure everyone remembers me as the greatest female fighter to ever grace the WGEF. I’ve got an adrenaline rush right now, so much energy and pint up aggression that I look forward to taking it all out next week in my huge return match. I only feel sorry for whatever fool they get to face me…they’ll be in for the ride of their life�?I responded, in an extremely confident manner. My rock; the engagement ring from Kevin shun nicely in the light and, I’m sure so many people would notice…Jessica being one of those people.

�?SPAN>Well, be that as it may Jeanette, a lot of people �?fans included �?are due some sort of explanation. You just vanished, without a trace for months and then come back out of no where. Granted, everyone is definitely happy to see you and have you back but, our fickle fans want to know what was going on with Jeanette. As you may have heard, so many people ran rampant with numerous rumors, one of the main ones being that the pressure was just too much to handle. You couldn’t handle being a champion, the pressure of the competition, the pressure of your career. Is any of it true?�?Jessica asked. Way to jump the gun, right? �?SPAN>Yeah, I heard the rumors; I checked the site constantly, in fact. People mentioned me almost every chance they could and most assumed that I couldn’t handle the pressure. Is any of it true? Ya know I walked into this company in April of this year, not knowing what to expect. I had limited professional experience and only signed with one other company as a competitor, before this one. I was there a month and a half and took their world �?their women’s division by storm. I was on the brink of being named their champion for the entire women’s division and they abruptly closed their doors. I knew what was in store for me when I signed with WGEF, but I couldn’t help but remind myself that I had what it took to be here, to be crowned a champion multi-times over. That I could beat anyone and everyone they threw at me and I did, for months on end. The only two matches I happened to lose were against two of my best friends and two amazing stars in the company; Summer Fox and Chris McKenzie. Yet, I still managed to be named a contender weeks shy of my debut and then proceeded in being named a champion a month or so later. I held that belt with pride and challenged anyone that dared say they could dethrone me, including Courtney Helmsley-Michaels. That match never came to be, but I still laid out the challenge to her. I had thee single greatest entrance to this company then anyone else. I walked in, took the company by storm, became the best the division �?and company �?had to offer and managed to earn the respect of hall of famers and true legends in the business. I even took time out of my busy schedule and posed for Playboy…something I’m extremely proud of. Was the pressure too much, Jessica…was that your question?�?I asked, and she nodded. �?SPAN>Not even close. I was under pressure many times over. Look at who I had to beat to become champion, Sharmaine James. The women’s held the belt a couple times…yeah sure, they were like for a month each reign but still, she’s a previous champion. She is well known throughout this entire company and she’s got so many resources. Not to mention, she’s got the confidence to back up most of what she says. The only difference between her and I is, I wanted it more. On that night, I wanted it more…I had the passion, the heart…I put more of me into that match then she did or ever could and it all paid off. I walked out the champion. And a proud one, at that. Pressure’s never been an issue for me, I’ve taken everything in and walked out more strong and better then I was before it. People can speculate what happened with me, what caused my sudden leave all they want but, when it’s all said and done none of it really matters. What matters is, my skill is untouchable, my matches are remarkable and I will become the WGEF Women’s Champion for a second time…and there isn’t a damn person in this company that has the merit to stop me.�?I responded, my face was serious. Sure, I had fun, I made jokes and I smiled and laughed a lot. But when it came down to business, I was as serious as the next person…especially when it pertained to my WGEF Women’s Championship.

�?SPAN>So, if you don’t mind me asking…what did happen that caused the sudden leave? You seemed on top of the world and then suddenly POOF, you were gone�?she said, with a concerned look on her face. �?SPAN>Truth is something sort of popped up…literally. As many of my fans and fellow co-workers know, my parents are both Army vets. I am an Army brat. Though they retired and would probably never see the face of war, they will always remain a part of the US Armed Forces family, regardless of where we live and what we do. In the late months of September, they were called to duty and were immediately transported from the base Fort Hood, where they worked as recruiting trainers to Iraq to continue training some of the recovering and rehabbed soldiers and even some of the new recruits that were�?well, inexperienced. They also had other duties, my mom working in the hospital and my dad working with the computer tech support thing. That’s why I had to take the sudden LOA. When they were called to duty, I had to get all their stuff from FortHood, transfer it back to their home in Houston and spent a month there, trying to find someone to house sit while they complete their tour. It’s a six month tour and it took me a while to find someone. I was probably a little too picky but, this is my parent’s home we’re talking about…how could I be anything but picky? After that, Kevin and I took a vacation to Hawaii. I needed to get away in the worst way…I was having a little trouble dealing with my parents so close to danger, I worried constantly…as any person would. I wasn’t psychotic, I didn’t have some sort of mental break down or go into some sort of hysteria or anything. I just worried a lot. We went to Hawaii, spent two weeks over there alone and then shipped off to Iraq with a group of wrestlers to put on a special show for our troops. It was the first time my parents got to see me fight a match, up close and in person. I had three matches over there and they saw all three. Two were singles and one was a tag match with Kevin. I won all three and to see my parents watching proudly at what I do for a living, that’s embedded in my heart forever. After that week, and spending Thanksgiving with my folks, we came back to Texas and I immediately called WGEF, removed myself from leave and here I am. Back in the flash�?I said, with a smile on my face. �?SPAN>Wow. I don’t think anyone expected that. How are your parents, Jeanette? Safe, I hope�?Jessica asked, as she scanned her clip board. �?SPAN>Actually they are. They are doing very well as a matter of fact. They’ll be back for Christmas and I’ve already signed up for another exclusive show for our troops so my parents can see me perform again and I’m really excited. They are as far away from the fighting and bombings as possible, which puts an unbelievably huge feeling of ease over me. I sleep better now, knowing they are in good hands�?I responded, nodding my head as my right leg swung around a bit.

�?SPAN>Now Jeanette, I couldn’t help but notice a certain object blinding me. Any news you’d like to update our fantastic fans on?�?Jessica asked, with a huge grin on her face. �?SPAN>Actually, I would. While on vacation in Hawaii, Kevin proposed and I happily accepted. We didn’t tell my parents until he talked to them, got their approval like a true gentlemen, and then publically proposed again in front of all the troops and my parents. Both times were insanely romantic in their own way and I’ve spent the last three weeks as an engaged women happier then I’ve ever been�?I said, with a smile on my face and a gleam in my eye. You could really sense my happiness in my body tone and smile. �?SPAN>Has a date been set yet?�?Jessica questioned, as she looked at the rock on my hand…a pretty nice sized one, at that. �?SPAN>All we’re telling people is that it’s sometime between the ending of this year and the beginning of next. We’re trying to keep the ceremony as small and private as possible, only a few close family and friends. We’re not aiming to do anything public or anything at all involving it airing on WGEF cameras. I’d never ask Trish and Kaylee to allow me the time for that. Especially since my fiancée isn’t even a part of the company. God, I can’t get used to the sound of that…my fiancée. Don’t worry Jess, you’re invitation will come in the mail with everyone else’s�?I joked, as we shared in a bit of laughing. �?SPAN>Wow, seems like things are back on track for you Jeanette. I couldn’t be any happier for you. As we’ve all heard, as the rumors circulated when word of your return began to roll around, and as you plainly stated a few minutes ago…you want to cash in your rematch clause for the WGEF Women’s Championship. Any idea on when it’ll be or whether it’s been Okayed?�?she asked…and I didn’t really know yet. �?SPAN>Well, not officially. I stated the moment I came back, the first meeting I had with Kaylee and Trish that I was cashing it in and I wanted to do so at the next pay per view, the first chance I could get. I want to reclaim my belt and my spot as the top female in this company. Naturally, they both looked at each other with doubts and questions, I’m sure they have other plans for the belt and for their supposed nemesis, Ivy. But their plans and my plans are two separate entities. And being that no new contender has been named, they really have no merit to decline my request. Not to mention the fact that it’s stated in my contract, I can cash in my rematch clause at any time of my choosing. And I choose to cash it in now, to take on Ivy at the next pay per view, for the belt. And if they were true to their word, they wouldn’t find any problem approving my request. Especially since, legally, they really can’t. But, you and I both know those two. They’ve got something up their sleeve so I’m prepared either way. And if they do decline it, then they can rest assured that I will get that belt back, no matter who I have to beat for it. Whether it’s Ivy, Kaylee, Trish or God himself. It will be back around my waist. I’m very focused on getting that belt back, Jessica, and not even the great Trish Stratus-Copes and Kaylee Adams will be able to stop me�?I stated, adamantly. I knew that Trish and Kaylee, by now, had acquired other plans for Ivy and her title reign. Neither of them like the girl or they didn’t when I left and I seriously doubt anything has changed since. Just like they both knew, placing her against me was a quick way to declare a new champion. I knew, they knew…even Ivy knows �?she can’t beat me and I’ll be the champion again. It’s just a matter of what Trish and Kaylee would like to see more. Me back on top, back as champion or to keep the belt around the waist and in the possession of someone like Ivy Stratus.

�?SPAN>Well Jeanette, I wish you the best of luck sweetheart. I know you won’t need it or anything and God willing, we’ll see you as a proud champion for a second time. And I just can’t tell you how glad we are to have the Beautiful Phenomenon back. It was truly an honor and a pleasure to sit with you today, Jeanette�?Jessica said, as our interview came to a close. �?SPAN>Oh, the pleasure is all mine sweetie. I look forward to a follow up interview, and hopefully one where I’ll be able to proudly boost and display my newly won Women’s Championship belt. God, I just can’t wait!�?I exclaimed happily. We both rose to our feet and hugged, before parting ways. My smile couldn’t be sand-blasted off, even if you tried. Newly engaged, back to reclaim my throne as the Queen of WGEF and my championship belt…and back to kicking ass the way I always have. I was floating on cloud nine right now, and nothing could change that.