The Wrestler Magazine
May 2003 Issue
Q&A – Victoria

“I consider myself a woman of many tastes. I crave the taste of fear, the prickly caress of goosebumps under my tongue. I consume fear. I feed on it and thrive on it. It drives me to heights others cannot understand, and it intoxicates me.”

JUST A FEW short years ago, the woman now known as Victoria was competing in fitness competitions and planning to become a doctor. Since making her WWE debut, that affable and studious young woman has vanished. In her place is an aggressive, violent, and seemingly demented raven-haired monster who’s intent on injuring opponents and menacing colleagues.

Victoria’s first run in WWE came in 2000 as one of The Godfather’s prized hos, and was followed by stints in developmental territories Memphis Championship Wrestling and Ohio Valley Wrestling, where she became the self-proclaimed Queen of Doug Basham’s heel clique, The Revolution.

Victoria gained valuable experience in MCW and OVW, battling the likes of Lita, Ivory and Molly Holly on occasion, as well as taking part in numerous mixed tag team matches alongside Basham and Damaja. By the time she made her return to WWE TV, Victoria had already become something of a seasoned veteran. Anyone who had seen her in OVW knew she would become a force in WWE if given the proper opportunity.

On August 5, in her first televised WWE match since her stint as a ho, Victoria upset Trish Stratus after feigning a leg injury and then brutalizing Stratus once her guard was down. She has gone on to dominate the women’s division and win the women’s title. She’s also exhibited some bizarre behavior, such as licking a terrified Steven Richards.

Senior Writer Dan Murphy has known Victoria since she started out in OVW. In this sitdown interview, he expected to chat with an old acquaintance. Instead, he encountered someone else entirely. “This wasn’t the woman I first interviewed a year or so ago,” Murphy reported. “I don’t know what happened to her. After interviewing for this feature, I still don’t know.”

Q: How are you today, Victoria. This is the first time I’ve had a chance to talk to you since Survivor Series, so I’d like to congratulate you on winning the women’s title from Trish Stratus. I always knew you’d make it in WWE.
A So did I.

Q: Uh, is everything okay? You seem a little short-tempered today. Is something bothering you?
A: Am I exciting you right now?

Q: Excuse me? What are you talking about?
A: Look at you, blushing like a schoolgirl. I can smell the lust seeping from your greasy pores, you disgusting thing you. I can hear your heart pounding when you’re in my presence. You’re trying so hard not to stare at my body. You’re like a vile little animal, gleaming with perversion and teeming with inadequacy. Who do you think I am, Trish Stratus? I don’t need people to stare at me all the time.

Q: What in the world are you talking about here? Geez, Vic, what’s gotten into you lately? I know you’ve been acting odd on TV lately, but what is all this about? You and I go back a while now.
A: You and I do not “go back” at all. You reek of filthy urges and base thoughts.

Q: Oooooo-kay. Sure. Let me refresh your memory a little bit here, Vic. I interviewed you about a year ago for our “Introducing” feature in The Wrestler. I went to you for comments in several OVW stories I filled throughout the year. You have been on of my best contacts in this business and — up until now — I always considered you to be one of the classiest people I’ve ever had the opportunity to work with in this business.
A: And maybe now you’ve outlasted your purpose.

Q: Excuse me?
A: Danny, I used you. Some people just deserve to be used for all they are worth. I wanted to be promoted, so I used you. I asked you for your opinion on things I never cared about and pretended like you were just the sweetest guy in the whole wide world. It worked. You’re so gullible. I don’t need anyone to advance my career, but I used people like you because I could. Trish Stratus, I didn’t need anyone to open doors with WWE for me, but I enjoy having power over others. It excites me like you wouldn’t believe. Now I’m the champion. I don’t need a piece of crap like you anymore.

Q: Well, I…
A: You’re pitiful. Truly pitiful. You’re so easy to manipulate.

Q: So this is the real Victoria? Is what we’re seeing on Raw the real deal? You’re just a scheming opportunist who manipulates people to get what she wants and then laughs about it?
A: Is that the same as saying “champion”? Hmmmmmm. I am the champion, I can tell you that. I’m also the best female wrestler WWE has ever seen. There’s no doubt about that.

Q: I have to say I’m truly disappointed, Victoria. This is all … I thought you …
A: Aw, you thought I was your friend! How sweet. How repugnant! Why don’t you try kissing up to Trish Stratus instead? We’ve wasted enough time on your broken heart. Let’s talk about me.

Q: Fine by me. What’s the deal with Steven Richards? What kind of hold do you have over him, and why? The two of you make a bizarre couple, but what does he offer you?
A: (Cackles) Are you jealous, Danny boy?

Q: I thought we were talking about you now.
A: Of course … of course. We’ll give your readers what they want — me. Steven is an associate of mine. And I happen to like the way he tastes. He offers me whatever I want from him.

Q: That leads me to my next question. What’s with all this licking you’ve been doing lately? You accosted Stacy Keibler, licked her throat, and said you loved “the taste of fear.” You’ve been doing the same thing to Richards. Does he fear you, too?
A: I consider myself a woman of many tastes. I crave the taste of fear, the prickly caress of goosebumps under my tongue. I consume fear. I feed on it and thrive on it. It drives me to heights others cannot understand, and it intoxicates me. Steven supplied me with another taste. He offers the sticky sweet flavor of absolute subservience. He is my soldier. He satisfies my every need.

Q: Really? You’re getting freaky with Steven Richards?
A: You don’t understand me at all, do you, you simple fool? My bond with Steven is not carnal. It goes deeper than the flesh. He will do anything I ask of him. His reward will be great.

Q: But why Richards? I mean, I could understand if you wanted to make Batista or Booker T your “soldier.” What does “Dancin'” Stevie have to offer you?
A: Steven is without ago. He is genuine and pure. If I asked him to, he would forego all individual glory for my sake. He is selfless and loyal.

Q: Right. And you like the ways he tastes. Talk to me some more about Trish Stratus. You have said that Trish has some sort of dark secrets and that she worked to keep you out of WWE. How exactly did she do that, and what are these alleged secrets?
A: That woman is a harlot, plain and simple. Everything she has comes from the favors she has granted foul men in defiled motel rooms and vile back alleys.

Q: Of course you can’t substantiate any of this, I presume.
A: I don’t need to — it’s self evident. Anyone with a pair of eyes can see the real Trish.

Q: And how did she hold you back, as you allege?
A: Trish Stratus fears me. She always has. I can smell the fear on her skin like the smell of lilacs on a May breeze. She wanted the women’s title, and she knew she could connive and blunder her way to it in time — unless I was here to stand in her way. She cozied up to Vince McMahon. You know the story. As I toiled, she pulled Vince’s strings to make sure I never got my break. Eventually, Vince saw through her scheme. Now I’m finally in WWE, and I’m Trish’s worst nightmare. She’ll with she could be back to barking like a dog before I’m through with her.

Q: So you’re trying to tell me that Trish’s entire “affair” with Vince was just her way of keeping you out of WWE so that she could have the title all to herself? How come you never ran this little theory by me until now?
A: Why should I? You’re an insignificant reporter. I flash you a smile and a little bit of cleavage, and you’re virtually running your own public relations machine for me. There was no reason for me to reveal my aspirations to you.

Q: That’s convenient. By the time this magazine hits newsstands, Jazz should be back in action, and Lita won’t be far behind. If you’re still champion at that time, how do you think you’ll fare against them?
A: I gave Lita all she could handle when I was still a rookie. I’d beat her in under two minutes, and I’d send her straight back to her hospital bed. As for Jazz, I have to admit I’m a fan of hers. I think she’d be smart enough not to involve herself in my business, but she and I could have a match for the ages.

Q: That’s all I need. Enjoy your new life as a WWE head case.
A: I can smell the anger and resentment seeping out of you. Come over here and let me have a taste.