La Vie En Rock: Prologue

Prologue


Ehem... Hello, everybody! My name is Lilith.
Well... being frank, that's not my real name, but my stage one. If you wanna know... I'm Anne-Marie Vega Wilson... see why I want to be called Lilith?...

Apart from that, my surname may be familiar to you. Yes, that's right. I'm the only daughter of the owners of the 'Wilson' hotel chain. So yes, that's right too. I'm filthy rich beacuse of my parents. But this story isn't about them or their hotels or their money... It's about me, and how I made my way into my passion: wrestling. Yes, yes, you had read it well. I'm a wrestler –not a damn Diva, I'm a wrestler... stupid sexists... – and I've been on business since I was 16 years old.

So, now you know a little bit about me, it's time for me to start....

Being only daughter in a multimillionaire family, my childhood was an easy one. I had all I wanted, when I wanted. But as I grew up, I learned that wasn't my thing, and that money won't ever give me what I wanted. So I decided to make my own way in my life. So I took my stuff, my credit card, my mobile phone and went to start my life from the beggining in Los Angeles.

My mother always wanted me to be a gymnast. She said I had the perfect body for that. So until my 16th birthday, I practiced everyday, trying to be the best. Being the best. But that wasn't what I wanted, so the day of my birthday, I told my parents that was the last time I was gonna do that. I remember my father saying: "And if you don't want to be a gymnast, what are you gonna do then, Annie?" . I just pointed at the TV, where RAW was showing as I said with spicy voice: "That".
My mom nearly died in that moment. But daddy... he was excited. I don't really know why, but he liked the idea.
Weird...

That's when I left home and went to L.A. . Too young? Maybe, I don't know. I just knew I wanted to be a big star, crashing heads and kicking people's asses. So I went to a wrestling academy, but all my dreams crashed when they told me I was too young to enter. I cried all night long. I felt alone, I felt tiny, and I felt so disappointed.
But I didn't give up, and decided to go to a martial arts dōjo. There I met my sensei, Hayakawa Hatori. He was the one who taught me the most, and not only about martial arts. I owe him everything  I know, and each time I need advice, training, or just some time to relax, I go to his home at Japan.
During two years I was trained by him, day and night, until I was 18. Then I was old enough to enter in the wrestling academy, so I left the dōjo being the best student of Hayakawa-sensei, and I keep on pursuing my dream there.

While on my first wrestling months, I was known as Vega, my second name, and I started to develop my more than characteristic rocker side. Despite being little and weak, the training both from my gymastic and martial arts years made me the fastest, smartest and most flexible wrestler. The boys were so ashamed beacuse they keep on losing to a girl, even though most of them already had big muscled bodies or years of experience compared to mine. But, well, that's why people say that being strong doesn't mean you always have to win everything, right?

But it was a day, a day I still remember perfectly, the one that changed my life entirely. It was the 15th of November, when they told us a famous wrestler was going to be on the academy teaching us some advanced techniques. A lot of names popped in my mind, but believe me when I say I didn't expect him at all: Michael Hickenbottom.
Shawn "HBK" Michaels.
My idol.

Uh, yes, I forgot to say that. Since I was a little kid, I watched WWF/WWE like everyday, not missing a single show. I went to like... 10 Wrestlemanias and a lot more of PPVs. Luckily, my father loved wrestling, and my mother... well, let's say she got wrestling 'in her veins'. The thing is that he was, at least for me, the best wrestler ever. I saw him since his beginnings, and I was like mad for him. He was way cute, funny, and a professional in his stuff.

So when he came into the academy and just said hello to all of us... I couldn't believe it. It was like a dream to me. He just took seat and watched us, in like a 'special show' where we fought against some dudes from other academies to see who'd win the "Young Wrestling Champion".
Being frank, those had no chance against me that time. I came into the ring like a bulldozer and 'took out the rubbish' without any mercy. I had to do my best, not for that stupid Championship, but to impress Shawn.
In the final match, against a muscled boy called Figgins from another wrestling academy, when it was time for my finisher move, I took a look to "The Heartbreak Kid", winked an eye, and made his signature "Sweet Chin Music". My best buds just stood up and clapped as much as they could while my arm was raised up in a victory sign. I was so happy to see them, of course, but I was even more thrilled when Shawn, Shawn Michaels, was the one who stood up and appaluded at my victory.

The next thing I remember clearly from that day was Shawn greeting me personally, and offering me particular classes. He didn't even have time to finish that sentence, because I just shouted "YES!!" and huged him, still teary –man, you'd be crying too!.

And that day started my real career as a wrestler, by the hand of one of the greatest wrestlers of all time.

Sounds good, doesn't it?