I know none of my followers care about wrestling, but please care about Chyna
She had a groundbreaking career, including many championships and titles that had yet to be held by any woman, and often talked of how she didn’t want her career judged on the standards of being a male or female wrestler - she represented a very early discussion and identity that I (and probably other young people) would hold on to while building gender non-conforming identities. And for all of her female fans, her identity had a huge part in building the WWE Diva community that now exists.
In 2015, Triple H commented on the legitimacy of Chyna being a Hall of Fame candidate. For those not aware of the epic that is the Hunter and Chyna saga: Chyna’s stardom began with Triple H, which lead to their very real and long-term relationship. As the evil baddie couple, they were successful and popular, but of course their characterization as bad guys made it easy to plan a story of deceit and exile without repercussion. It would later be reviled that Triple H was having an affair with Stephanie Mcmahon, the daughter of the Mcmahon family, who owns the WWE.
The only reason I’m bringing this up is because in that interview, Triple H said he agrees she deserves to be in the Hall of Fame, but that it wasn’t something the WWE could endorse because of her career in porn and the issues it might cause for young fans interested in knowing who Chyna is. You can go into the details if you would like on the numerous cases where other inductees have been guilty of far worse and even similar career choices - but its interesting to hear the man that built a career in being a terrible, abusive, evil person say that Chyna’s morality disqualifies her from being given recognition. Triple H by the way headlined this year’s Wrestlemania with his wife Stephanie helping him by the ring - whereas Chyna has for quite some time now, very publicly, tried to apologize and return to the WWE, without any respect from the company.
To crudely summarize her, Chyna was a strong woman whose personal vulnerabilities were used against her. She was a team player who supported her colleges, only to see her male college rise to the absolute top and then use his power to completely remove her and use her as a marketing device. She was someone in charge of her sexuality and sexual energy and used it to navigate her world and her career, only to have it be inevitably used to make her feel ashamed and worthless. She was a sex worker who lost all credibility for any of her accomplishments due to whorephobic mentalities. She was a survivor who, surrounded by extreme machismo, found herself unable to find help that was really suitable, whose mental health struggles were mocked on reality television. She flourished in a masculine space but was still very connected to femininity, and who often hated peers validating her athletic accomplishments by labeling her as “one of the guys”.
It’s perfectly fine if you don’t care about the WWE - I assure you it is a giant dump truck of a mess and problematic, and most fans on tumblr will agree - but please be kind in your considerations of Chyna.
I had just finished in wardrobe before I heard my stomach grumbling. Dammit. “Looks like someone is hungry.” Sandra, our seamstress giggled, removing a piece of thread from my shorts. “Starving.” I rubbed the exposed part of my stomach. “Is catering still open?” She nodded. “Okay I think I’ll head down there. My match is only in the next hour.” I picked up my title and thanked Sandra before leaving the room.
I skipped into catering and grabbed a sandwich before running back out, heading for The shield’s locker room. “Everyone decent?” I knocked on their door and heard them all shout yes before I opened the door just a crack to peep and see for myself. Sometimes they would lie and I would find myself in a room with Dean parading in his jockeys or Seth still wrapped in just a towel.
“Wow you look nice. No vest?“ Dean hugged me from the side before taking a bite of my sandwich. "Not tonight.” I shook my head, wiping the crumbs from the side of his mouth.
I was currently a part of the Shield storyline. Some nights I was out there with them and other nights I was on my own (still representing them), like tonight.I won’t lie - sometimes it was nice to not have to wrestle in the heavy gear.
“Put this on.” Roman tossed something at me. “What is it?” I couldn’t open it up properly cause I still had my sandwich in my hand. “Here let me help.” Dean walked over and took my sandwich, biting into it.
“Ambrose!” “What? I said I would hel- oh you thought with that? No.” He bit into the sandwich again before walking to the other end of the room. I dusted my hand before examining the piece of material. I looked at Roman questioningly – it wasn’t cold, it was actually quite humid today.
“I don’t want you parading around like that,” he pointed at me, “for the next hour.” Roman was always really protective of me – all the members of the Shield were.
“C’mon Rome.” I whined. “On.” He didn’t even bother looking up at me. “I walk around backstage like this all the time!” I reasoned with him. “Yeah – with US at your side. We have a match now and your little admirer is out there.” He raised his thumb over his shoulder to point at the door. There was no arguing with him.
I heard Seth sigh deeply before he walked over to me and took the jacket from my hands. “who’s your opponent tonight? Keeping the title, right?” he unzipped the jacket and held it behind me. “Charlotte. Yup.” I extended my arms backward, allowing him to put it on for me. “What’s the storyline like?” he stepped in front of me, adjusting the hood neatly. “Dana’s gonna come in and kick my ass.” All three boys turned to face me.
“I’ll be fiiiiine!” I raised my hands, palms up. Of course they were worried - I wasn’t exactly best of friends with Dana behind the scenes. “Hey guys. They need you in the gorilla now.” Stephanie peeped through the door. The boys nodded.
“(Y/N). Please. No funny business.” Seth kissed my forehead and left first. “Kick ass out there kiddo.” “You too.” I smiled at Dean who quickly ruffled my hair.
“Keep that jacket on.” Roman zipped it right up to my neck, making me laugh.
“Gosh. So protective.” He let me leave the room first and we went in our different directions.
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