WWE Magazine
December 2006 Issue
Your Lunch Money, Please

In high school, Superstars were just like the rest of us: bullies, troublemakers, acne-challenged outcasts. This month, a young Victoria.

Tell us if we’re wrong, but we’re guessing you were the class bully?
Hell no! I was so competitive academically. Let’s be honest, here, I was a nerd. This guy and I were ranked one and two in our class, respectively. Once when he was sick, I was supposed to tell him about a homework assignment and “forgot” just so I could beat him.

Were guys attracted to Victoria the valedictorian?
Well, there was this one guy. His name was Mike. He was a jock and on the student council. I mean, he really had his crap together. A guy you’d bring home to mom. And my friend, Sherri, took it upon herself to tell him I had a crush on him!

Oh my God! Did you guys, like, hook up?
Well, one time I spent the night at Sherri’s house. I remember she and her sister were teaching me how to French-kiss using a pillow. They’re kissing the pillow and saying, “This is how you do it. Some people go in circles, some people go in and out of the mouth.” It got really detailed.

Hold it. Taking a mental picture… Ok continue.
So, after practicing on the pillow, we sneak out and head down to the beach where Mike is hanging out with friends. So Mike and I are on the sand, waves are crashing, the moon is out. He goes in for the kiss, and it’s nothing like what my friends described! He was all up in my lips and teeth, licking my gum line.

Um, gross. Who has time for boys, anyway? There’s extra credit to be won.
I never did extra credit, but I took certain classes to score easy A’s and boost my average. I got credits for cheerleading, which, believe it or not, was actually considered a class in my high school.

Sounds intense.
It was! And things could get especially nasty between rival schools at championship competitions.

Ever have to bring it on?
My thing was that I could do 10 back handsprings in a row. If we were ever taunted by other cheerleaders, my friends would say, “Hey, Victoria! Do your handsprings!” One time, though, I did my flips and everybody started laughing and I was like, “What?” I looked down and saw that my shirt had come up over my boobs! The next day at school, flowers were sent to my chemistry class from the other school’s basketball team.