If you knew Lisa, you knew that, down deep in her heart, she harbored a deep and abiding love: “professional wrestling.” Make of it what you will, but I shared that interest with her. Bear in mind please that she spent her childhood in the rural South, and hated the orthodoxy of her time and place. She found her place among drag queens and wrestling groupies although she was always fastidious herself. (Oh, quit. Yes, I’m sure. Jealous widower, me.) Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes, and Michael “PS” Hayes. were her faves, so when she was in her early teens and living in Dayton TN (yes, THAT Dayton, TN), “entertainment” consisted of piling into a car bound for Chattanooga and the wrasslin’ shows. Lisa saw it all as theater, of course; her friends, in drag or as groupies, saw Lisa as their young friend who helped them pass through the world and Lisa knew that very well.
Anyway: One night in Chattanooga she Maced Terry Gordy. She was 14 years old, and not very tall. Gordy was six feet God knows and marching toward the ring with no idea some little girl would confront him with Mace.
Which she delivered. Well played, love….
Right in Gordy’s chest.
To his credit, he both sold it then wrestled his match. The next week, he apparently cut a promo on Lisa. I would love to know if that’s on Youtube, because if it is I will link it to you all.
Much Love, everyone.