It was late July 2000 and I, JT Jordan, was in my third month of training at the WCW Powerplant just outside of Atlanta, GA. A lot of people had faded out of the plant by that point since it was a grueling process that took a toll on you mentally and physically. I was in my mid 20's and was an impressive 6'3" and 230 pounds of natural muscle. I was an athlete all throughout my life, but could never crack the pro ranks in any sport, so I decided to dedicate myself to wrestling. The WCW Powerplant by this point was still doing good business although it wasn't like it was in years prior when they had to turn people away due to there being so much interest.
The plant wasn't a glamorous place, but it was a big place that had four rings and trainers that demanded the best out of their performers. Three of the rings were dedicated to the men that were there. There were 12 men being trained by a guy named Sarge with myself being the one with the longest tenure. Usually by the fourth month they call you up to the WCW roster, so I was getting there. About three weeks before some women came into the camp because the booker at the time, Vince Russo, wanted to put some women's matches out there. There were four women there being trained by Madusa. Of course the women got a lot of attention because obviously they were gorgeous. A couple of them were on TV at the time, most notably Midajah O'Hearn, Tylene "Major Gunns" Buck, who was training to wrestle and also Stacy "Miss Hancock" Keibler. My favorite woman there was definitely Madusa, though.
She was in her late 30s and even though her best days in the business as a competitor were behind her, she had a great body with massive tits, a fine ass and really strong legs. She was also married, though, so I never really thought about doing anything. Plus, as a lowly trainee there I didn't feel it was my place to do anything with any of the women. The only sort of relationship I had with her was every once in a while if we locked eyes she'd smile at me. That was really it. It was harmless.
It was a hot Friday night in July, about 8:30pm or so, like two hours after practice. Earlier in the day I got a call from Russo asking me to go to a WCW non-televised event in Birmingham on Sunday to wrestle in what would basically be my tryout match. If it went well, I could be starting as early as Monday on TV on Nitro. Everybody at the camp knew about it and was congratulating me, which was cool. I knew it didn't mean I was in officially, but it gave me a chance and that's all I was after. He also said that he wanted me to be paired up with a valet, but that it would be my choice. I told him that's fine and I'd figure something out by Sunday.
I realized I left my wallet back at the plant and I obviously needed it. So I headed back there by taxi since I couldn't afford a car at the time. When I got there, I thought nobody was there. I knocked on the door for a minute or so and got no answer. Then just as I was about to leave again, the door opened and it was Madusa.
"JT, hey, what are you doing back here at this time?"
I was shocked she even knew my name since I never even had a conversation with her.
"Oh, I think I forgot my wallet in the dressing room." I told her. "I was one of the last ones to leave and I think when I went to pack my bag I left my wallet somewhere in there."
I looked her up and down while realizing I'd never seen her dressed like that. She had on a skirt and heels along with a purple blouse and earrings on. Usually I only see her in her wrestling gear, but this was a welcome change. I could tell she was noticing me on too because I was wearing a black silk shirt along with some slacks.
"Ha," she said smiling. "The old wallet line huh?" I walked in, heading toward the dressing room. Behind me, I heard her lock the front door again.
"If you don't mind my asking, what do you mean the old wallet line?"
"You know, guy sees a girl, is too afraid to really talk to her and makes some line up about why he went somewhere."
"I don't mean to be rude but you're way off." I told her.
I walked into the room, saw my wallet sitting there on the floor under the bench and picked it up. I walked out and noticed her standing by one of the rings. I held up the wallet to let her see it, then put it in my back pocket and I was about to say something, but she spoke up first.
"Guess you were telling the truth. I'm just so used to men lying to me."
Uh oh, I thought, a chick complaining to me about guys. I don't want to hear this.
"Well, I got my wallet. Think I'll be going now." I said.
"Wait JT, could you stay a bit? I need somebody to talk to. Please?" She asked, almost begging.
I looked at my watch, pretending I had something better to do even though I didn't.
"Sure, Madusa, I can stay for a bit."
"Good." She smiled at me. Then she sat on the edge of the ring, her back against the ropes and her logs crossed in front of me. She looked real good. "Sit with me." She slapped the mat beside her as I sat next to her.
"I'm sorry for bothering you JT, but I just need some advice."
"Okay, what's the problem, career...or personal life?" I said, acting as if I was some sort of shrink.
"My husband, he's an asshole. He lives in Tampa, plays for the Bucs in the NFL, and he's on the practice squad. Can't even make the real team. I know he's cheating on me and I even caught him a few weeks ago. He said he did it because he thought I was sleeping with a wrestler. I was not. Then he starts calling me a bitch and a liar, all this shit."
"You don't deserve that. I'm sorry to hear that." I was honest about that. No man should talk to a woman like that.
"Then," she continued, "WCW brings fucking Russo back and he sends me down here to train these girls. Between you and me, these chicks are never going to make good wrestlers. They don't have a passion for it the way I do. You have to want it. You can't just go in the ring and all of a sudden be a star in there. Three fucking weeks I've been here, I've been calling to go back on TV to get on Nitro or Thunder, but no, they don't have anything for me, they say."
She crossed her legs again, this time her right leg over her left and her shoe was touching mine since I was on her left.
"I'm probably not supposed to tell you this, but after you talked with Russo I asked him if I could be your valet in kind of a mentor/student type of deal...with benefits."
"Really? That's awesome because I wasn't sure about the valet thing." I asked as I was genuinely shocked by this.
"I wouldn't lie to you, just like you wouldn't about that wallet, right?"
"Right," I said, not knowing what she meant.
"You know, JT, I've been very impressed by you since I've been down here. You really have a good grasp on what you want to do in that ring. Great timing, great psychology, terrific pacing. But most important, you've got a great look. You're gorgeous. And with me on your side, you could make it big."
"Thank you. I don't know what to say." I was starting to blush a bit as she moved closer towards me.
"You know, since we're all about honesty here, can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead." I told her.
"You ever been with a woman that's ten years older than you?"
"No," I said rather quickly.
"Have you ever had sex in the ring?"
"No."
"Ever dreamt about it?"
"Oh yeah."
