The jangling of the telephone shattered Dillon’s sleep like a brick through a window pane. He rolled over, muttering obscenities as he answered. “This better be damned awful important!”
    “Dillon, you’re not gonna believe this!” It was Andy. His voice sounded distraught. “You’re flat not gonna believe this!”
    “You woke me up for that?”
    “I woke ya up to tell ya Brad’s dead.”
    Dillon was silent. Andy’s words hung iin his head, just beyond reach of his senses. “What? Run that by me again!”
    “You heard right. Brad’s dead.”
    “Are you SURE? I mean . . . how the hell’d you find out?”
    “It’s all over the morning news. He was driving on Interstate 480 and pulled in front of a truck hauling gasoline. The truck ran over the top’ve him.”
    “Holy shit! Me and Shilo saw him at the Cellar Bar last night, Andy. He was in no condition to be driving anywhere. I told him straight out not to drive home and he promised he was gonna take a cab.”
    “It seems he didn’t take your advice.”
    “Damn! This’s tough to get my head around. We’ll meet ya at the diner. Shilo’s still sleep’n.”
    “I’ll see ya there.”
    Dillon lit a cigarette. Andy’s words kept running through his mind. Shilo rolled over, her sleepy eyes smiling at Dillon. “Morning baby. Hey! What’s wrong? Who was that on the phone?”
    Dillon exhaled a thick plume of smoke. “It was Andy. Brad’s dead.”
    Shilo squinted her eyes. “What?”
    “Sorta blows your mind, doesn’t it? Brad’s dead. Got killed in a car wreck over on the 480 early this morning.”
    “But . . . we just saw him a few hours ago. I thought he was gonna take a cab home!”
    “Me to, baby. Damn. I sure as hell would’ve taken him home if I thought he was gonna try and drive.”
    Shilo’s expression froze. “Oh God! I dreamed this!”
    Dillon gave her a quizzical stare. “What d’ya mean, babe?”
    “I had a dream Dillon. I don’t remember much of it, but there was a truck. A big truck and a car under it, all mashed up. There were flames everywhere and people scream’n and yelling. I don’t remember much else.”
    Dillon was silent for a moment. “Damn babe, Brad pulled over in front of a tanker truck hauling gasoline and got run over.” A chill slithered up his spine as he recalled his conversation with Andrew. Brad had chosen to trade his soul for financial success. Now, due to an unfortunate choice he was dead. Was it coincidence? Fate? Or . . . something else.
    Andy was sitting in a booth staring out the window as Dillon and Shilo arrived. “I apologize for the rude awakening, This’s one hell of a morning!”   
    Shilo put her hand on Andy’s. “You doing okay?”
    “Doin’ fine doll, a hell of a lot better than Brad, I s’pose.”
    Dillon shook his head. “Ya know, I just realized somethin’. We don’t know much about Brad. Has he got any family that needs notified?”
    Andy took a swallow of his coffee. “Damned if I know. I think he told me once that he’s got a brother in Chicago.”
    “I know he talked about an ex-wife that’s living somewhere in New Jersey. Patterson, maybe . . .” Shilo’s statement hung in the air. “What’s gonna happen to his talent? The girls are gonna have to have a place to work. I s’pose I could talk to Velvet and see what their plans are.”
    Dillon rested his chin on his hands. “We could rotate some of ‘em into our line-up. Our girls’d have to make a few less show dates though.”
    “I don’t think the girls would mind doin’ that. Maybe we can call Howard in Vegas and see if he’s lookin’ for any new faces. I hear his promotion’s pick’n up real well.”
    Shilo, Dillon and Andy spent the remainder of the morning discussing the events of the night before. Shilo left to find Velvet while Andy and Dillon drove back to their office. Work had to go on. There were shows to plan and videos to ship. None of the three were especially close to Brad, but the shock of his sudden death still weighed on them.
    Two weeks passed and discussion of Brad’s sudden demise had mostly ceased. It was as if he’d never existed. The NAWWA gym was a hub of non-stop activity. Several of the women who’d worked for Brad chose to sign on with the group and others went to Las Vegas. Lola Marceaux decided to try her luck in the southeast. Velvet and Katrina were becoming good friends and were developing an alliance.
    It was a warm, August afternoon and Shilo was working out with the other wrestlers at the gym. Bridgette and Shilo climbed out of the ring, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily. Velvet grinned. “Hey Shi! Looks like Bridgette almost kicked your ass, girl.”
    Shilo grinned. “For sure. She’s getting too damn tough. I may have to take her down a notch or two.”
    “Denise giggled. “You might want to do that soon!”
    The friendly banter, blaring music and sounds of the action in the ring combined to create a pleasant kind of cacaphony in the gym. Andy and Dillon appeared in the doorway, watching as Cammie slammed her sister onto her back on the canvas. Andy shook his head and grinned. “Ya know, every time I think these girls have gotten as good as they can be, they get better yet.”
    Shilo smiled proudly. “There’s no such a thing as good enough, Andy! Don’t you know that by now?”
    “I do now, doll. I do now!”
    A familiar sounding voice interrupted their conversation. “Hi everyone! Hey! I got my new boots! Check these out.” Katrina beamed as she showed off a new pair of custom made wrestling boots.
    “Damn! Those look really good. Black suede! Very nice, girl. If we had the same size feet I’d trade you!” Shilo teased.
    Katrina grinned. “Go get yourself a pair. I’m sure the shop that made these would just LOVE to sell another pair! Oh! By the way, did you bounce our idea off Dillon yet?”
    Dillon glanced up. “What idea?”
    “Katrina and I have an idea. How ‘bout we do an Australian Tag Team Match?”
    Dillon paused for a moment. “You mean a tag match where both team mates have to be defeated to win?”
    “Yea. Me and Bridgette teamed against Katrina and Velvet. What d’ya think?”
    “I dunno. There’s a reason most of the promotions don’t do it. It’s tough duty.”
    “Well, we’re tough girls. We’d like to give it a try.”
    “Seems to me like it can get rough enough in the ring without us adding to it, but I s’pose we could if you all want to. What d’ya think Andy?”
    “It damn sure would make for one hell of a draw. If you gals are hell bent for election to try it . . . I s’pose it’d fly.”
    Brad shivered slightly as he stood staring out into the desert night. Next to him was an abandoned train station and beneath his feet, worn and weathered wood. He was standing on a boarding platform and he could hear the sound of a train whistle in the distance. Brad stared at the sleek, black locomotive moving slowly toward him, pulling seven rail cars behind. It came to a stop near the platform and a tall, distinguished looking gentleman stepped down from the first car. “Good evening, sir. If you’ll give me your ticket and come aboard, we’ll be on our way.”
    “I have NO idea what you’re talking about!” Brad shouted over the noise of the locomotive. “I’m not going anywhere! I don’t even know where I am!”
    The conductor smiled politely. “You’re about to board the Hitchcock Railway sir. I believe your boarding pass is in your trouser pocket.”
    Brad reached in his pocket and much to his amazement, felt a scrap of paper. He pulled it out and handed it to the conductor. Without a word, the conductor took the paper and motioned him aboard. Brad walked slowly down the aisle, peering intently at the riders sitting quietly in their chairs. Panic swept over him. It was as if he were staring into the eyes of the dead. He hurried on his way and soon found himself in a deserted dining car. A voice from behind startled him. “Won’t you join me for a cup of tea?”
    Brad spun around and saw a man standing behind him with long, gray hair and piercing grey eyes. The man seemed familiar. “Haven’t I seen you before?”
    “You have. It was I you made an agreement with regarding your soul. I am Andrew. Come. Join me at a table won’t you?” Andrew poured tea while Brad sat silently staring out the window.
    “Where in the hell am I and why am I here?”
    “We’ll discuss your questions soon enough. For now why not just relax and enjoy the ride? After all, there’s nowhere you need to be and there’s someone I’d like you to meet. He’ll be along shortly.”
    Brad sipped his tea and squirmed nervously in his chair. His mind was racing almost as rapidly as his heartbeat. There was a foreboding sense of dread cloaking his consciousness. A man approached and Brad recognized him instantly. “Dillon? What the hell are YOU doing here.”
    Andrew smiled and shook his head. “This isn’t Dillon, Brad. I’d like you to meet Vincent. He’s another spirit guide.”
    Vincent took a seat next to Brad, a steely smile on his face. “You DO remember me, don’t you Brad? I’m sure you remember Brandy to.”
    Brad was speechless for a moment. “Jesus! What in the hell’s happening? Brandy’s here to?”
    “No, Brandy’s occupied elsewhere at the moment, but I’m sure she’d enjoy seeing you again.”
    “Good gawd! We’ve DONE it!” Andy leaned back in his chair and smiled broadly.
    Dillon jumped as if he’d been poked with a cattle prod. “Dammit man, you scared the dickens out’a me! So what is it we’ve done?”
    Andy was beaming. “We’ve officially got a sell-out for the show, my friend.”
    “What? Get out’a town! You mean we’re sold out already?”
    “We’re sold out. Three days and we’ve sold every ticket in the house! It doesn’t get any better than this!”
    Dillon leaped out of his chair. “I’ve gotta let the girls know. They’re gonna positively shit a wheatie.” He disappeared into the gym. Moments later the sounds of elation filled the air.
    With less than two weeks before the show was scheduled to occur, the work-out schedule at the gym intensified. Velvet, Katrina, Shilo and Bridgette all knew how grueling their match was going to be and all of them wanted to be the ones with their hands raised in victory. Despite their friendship, there was a strong sense of competition. Every detail had been reviewed more than once. Dillon and Andy finalized the show's preparation and the women had been featured guests on several local radio talk shows as well as a television appearance. Dillon was so pleased that he offered to buy the entire organization dinner at Magellan’s Dinner House, a posh but delightfully casual eatery on the river front.
    The night before the show they all met together and enjoyed a wonderful meal as well as plenty of friendly conversation and good-natured banter. Dillon raised his glass and made a toast. “Here’s to each and every one of you, my friends. Everyone’s done an incredible job of making this what’s gonna be the best show to date for the NAWWA! I love all of ya, one in particular!” He leaned over and gave Shilo a long, passionate kiss.
    It was late evening when Dillon and Shilo returned to their apartment. She was barely able to stay awake, yet she was a bundle of nerves. Dillon smiled as he lay down next to her. “I’d pounce on you and make love to you until dawn, but I don’t want ya goin’ to sleep in the middle of everything!” He teased.
    “M’mmmmm, as much as I’d love for you to, can we keep that thought until after the show baby?”
    “You’ve got a deal!” They drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
    The ringing of the phone roused Dillon from a sound sleep. He opened his eyes and squinted as the morning sun shined in his eyes. He answered with a sleepy voice. “Yea, what?”
    “You’re NOT gonna believe this!” It was Andy.
    “You woke me out’ve a dead sleep to tell me that?”
    “Pull your pants on and come’n on down to the diner. I’ll buy breakfast.”
    “That’d be the LEAST you could do. See ya in a few.”
    Dillon hurriedly dressed, wrote a note to Shilo explaining where he’d gone and hurried out the door. Traffic was heavy at this hour of the morning and Dillon cursed as he inched his way through the sea of vehicles. Andy was impatiently waiting as he entered the diner. “Okay Mr. Early Bird. What the hell’s so important it couldn’t wait?”
    Andy peered intently at his friend. “Ever have something happen that you swore was real but just KNEW it couldn’t be?”
    Dillon grinned wryly. “Sure do. It’s happening right this god damn minute!”
    “Piss on you! You want me to tell you, or not?”
    “Something tells me it’s not gonna matter how I answer, you’re gonna tell me anyway.”
    “Damn sure am! I stopped by Heidi’s on my way home last night.”
    Dillon interrupted. “Damn! You FINALLY got a piece of ass? Well, no wonder you’re so fuck’n excited.”
    Andy stared up at the ceiling, struggling to summon his patience. “You need a job at the Laugh Factory, asshole. You’re a regular fucking comedian! Now. You gonna be silent long enough for me to tell ya what happened?”
    “Sorry, it’s just my sparkling wit shining through.”
    Andy ignored his comment and continued. “Heidi had to catch an early flight down to LA this morning, so I drove her to the airport. I dropped her off and decided to stop for coffee. For some reason I decided to take a different route to the diner. Here’s where it gets weird.”
    “Okay . . . weird as in how?”
    “I saw Brad walkin’ down the street. Right there plain as day!”
    “You saw Brad? Don’t you mean you saw someone that LOOKED like Brad?”
    “Plain as day. It WAS Brad!”
    “You do realize Brad’s dead?”
    “Hell yes, I do. But it was Brad. And there’s more. I damn near wrecked the car when I saw him. And I talked to him.”
    “Oh! So you not only saw him, you talked to him to?”
    “Yup. And then he disappeared. Just flat disappeared.”

   Gavin’s eyes slowly opened and he smiled as he saw Victoria, her head lying on the pillow next to him, staring at him. “M’mmmm, what a delightful way to wake up, my sweet. Have you been watching me sleep?”
    “Yes. I love to watch you. Even when you’re sleeping. Does that surprise you?”
    “Nothing surprises me. I’m beginning to realize anything’s possible.”
    Victoria giggled. “Anything? You really think so?”
    “I do. Here. Feel this.” Gavin took Victoria’s hand and put it on his pulsing erection. “After last night you wouldn’t think I’d be able to muster an erection for days, but feel this!”
    “O’oooo . . . I  DO like that.”
    Gavin wrapped his arms around Victoria and pulled her close. She glanced at the clock. “Ohhhh! I can’t believe I slept so long! If it wasn’t so late I’d make love to you all morning long, but I’ve got to be at the gym in an hour and I still need to shower.”
    The phone was ringing as Shilo and Dillon walked into the office. Shilo settled into a chair and listened as Dillon spoke. She concluded he was speaking with Brad and waited patiently for the conversation to end. Dillon concluded the conversation and turned to Shilo with an amused smile. “Well, I figured out what Brad’s been fish’n for. He wants the next show we do with him to be a championship match for your NAWWA Title. He wants to sign his new gal to go against ya.”
    “Oh yea. Victoria!” Shilo broke into laughter. “Brad would shit his pants if he knew what we do about his new girl.”
    “I know. It’s funny as hell. He thinks he’s being real cool. I told the dumb bastard awhile ago not to underestimate us. He doesn’t listen very well. I didn’t want to seem over anxious, so I sorta gave him the golly-gee-whiz number. He swallowed it whole. I’ll let him simmer for a couple’ve days before I call him back. That ought’a drive him nuts!”
    “Don’t leave him hang’n too long. You don’t want him changing his mind.”
    “Yea right! Like he’s gonna let go of this. He’s in a groove. He won’t let go. I’m sure of it.”
    Shilo slid out of her chair and gave Dillon a long, passionate kiss. “I’m gonna go meet the girls for breakfast. What time’s Andy’s flight arrive?”
    “Not for a couple’ve hours yet. “
    “So you’ll be back in time for the video shoot this afternoon?”
    “Of course! Andy wants to bring along a guy that’s interested in marketing some of our stuff. Andy figures once he sees you gals topless in the ring he’ll make an order on the spot.”
    “We’ll make sure of it! I’ll talk to the girls and make sure they know to spice things up a little.”
    Dillon grinned. “Careful now. You girls are liable to send the poor guy into cardiac arrest.”
    Brad was waiting impatiently as Victoria arrived at the gym. He glanced at his watch and scowled. “I wondered if you were gonna pry yourself away from your lover long enough to work out!
    Victoria stared at him blandly. He continued, a conciliatory tone in his voice. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that I’m busy putt’n together the match that’s gonna get you top billing and I need you to be ready.”
    That comment got Victoria’s attention. “Oh really?”
    “Yep, really! How ‘bout a championship match with Shilo, The Wolf Lady?”
    “That sounds fantastic, Brad. There is a matter of payment, though. I’ve thought a lot about it and I’m not signing any more contracts until I’m sure I’ll get paid what I’m promised. Don’t cheat the numbers. I DO know how many spectators there are in the arena.”
    Brad frowned. “I know. You keep telling me that, but Victoria, here’s the reality. You can’t POSSIBLY know that by standing in the ring counting heads. It just isn’t possible.”
    Victoria turned and walked toward the locker room. She shouted back. “You’d be surprised what’s possible!”
    The next two weeks were a blur of activity. Shilo stepped up her training schedule. She intended to be in top form for her championship encounter with Victoria. Dillon was busy in the studio helping Scotty finish the video orders pouring in. Andy was immersed in promotional activities, making sure the flyers were printed and posted throughout the city as well as making arrangements for Shilo to appear on a few local radio talk shows.
    With one day left before the wrestling show, it appeared everything was ready. Andy paced around the office, nervously puffing on a cigarette. “I feel like I’ve overlooked something!”
    Dillon grinned at his friend. “Dammit man, sit down and relax. You’re gonna give yourself a subdural hematoma. I swear! I’m gonna get you some Prozac if you don’t calm down.”
    Andy peered at his friend. “Awright smart ass, keep a straight face and tell me you’re not nervous.”
    “Do I look nervous? Hell no. I’m the picture of serenity. Look up serenity in the dictionary and you’ll find my picture right there with the definition.”
    “Yea right! More likely I’d look up the definition of bullshitter and find your picture!”
    Shilo walked in as the friendly banter continued. “If bullshit was music you two’d be in Carnegie Hall! Now! Which one of you divine gentleman’s gonna buy this lady dinner?”
    Andy chortled. “Well doll, I’d offer but on the amount I’m paid around here, I’ve barely got enough for the rent!”
    Dillon rolled his eyes and laughed. “Aw jeez! Now I’ve heard it all! C’mon, I’ll buy!”
    They entered Al’s Diner and took a seat in the back. Al grinned as he met them. “I wondered when ya’ll was gonna be in! The big show’s tomorrow night, huh?”
    Shilo smiled. “It sure is! I’ve got a surprise for you Al.” She reached out and pressed a complimentary pass into his hand. “Close the diner, come down to the arena and watch the show live! It’s a lot better than watching it on television. That’s a ringside seat you’ve got!”
    “Ya know, I think I might just do that. Ever since Kate died I haven’t taken much time off. It’s sort’ve easier that way . . .” Al’s voice trailed off. He and his beloved Kate had been together for nearly fourty years and when she’d passed on a year ago it was devasting for him.
    “Damn right, Al! C’mon down to the arena. It’ll be a great show and you’ll have a hell of a good time.” Dillon grinned at his friend. “I’ll even pop for a burger and fries.”
    Al was like a kid in a candy store. He arrived at the arena and was waiting outside when Shilo, Christi and Bridgette arrived. They went inside and Shilo pointed him toward the crows nest. “Dillon, Andy and the camera crew are up there. Go on up and say hi while you’re waiting for the show to start. They’ll show you all the stuff they do to tape the show.”
    Al pushed his way through the crowd and ran up the stairwell. Andy glanced up and saw him. “Hey Al! Good to see ya made it! C’mon over here and I’ll introduce you.”
    The crows nest was a hub of activity as Scotty and the crew finished setting up and adjusting the equipment. Andy and Dillon bantered back and forth as they went over their notes for the evening’s matches. Dillon glanced at his watch. “Hey Al! Better get on down to ringside and take a seat, my friend. It’s show time in five minutes.”
    The house lights dimmed and Spanky, a tall, atrractive woman climbed into the ring and began to announce the first bout of the evening. The crowd applauded loudly as the contestants made their way to the ring. A few minutes later the show began and the crowd became noisier as they hooted and howled, shouting encouragement to their favorites. Several exciting matches concluded and an intermission began. Al was thoroughly enjoying himself. He struck up a conversation with two fans sitting next to him, proudly proclaiming that he was friends with both women appearing in the main event. They chatted amiably for a bit and then the lights dimmed again.
    Several matches followed, then the semi-main event got underway. It was an excellent bout featuring Bridgette and Velvet. They battled back and forth for nearly fourty minutes before Bridgette was able to wrestle Velvet into submission. Thrusting her arms in the air, Bridgette pranced proudly across the ring proclaiming her victory much to the delight of the crowd.
    Al fidgeted in his seat, anxiously awaiting the start of Shilo and Victoria’s match. He didn’t have to wait long. The crowd cheered as Victoria came into view, vaulting from the floor into the ring with a catlike movement.
    Victoria stood in her corner watching as Shilo made her way through the crowd. She strode purposefully up the aisle and with an air of supreme confidence walked up the stairs to the ring and ducked through the ropes. She glanced at Victoria with an evil grin and went to her corner.     The crowd roared and chanted as Shilo and Victoria were introduced. The referee took her place in the center of the ring and the bout got underway. Victoria sprang out of her corner like a jungle cat after it’s prey. Shilo sidestepped and trapped her opponent in a painful arm hold slamming her to the canvas with a resounding thud. Victoria fought her way free and leaped to her feet. They locked arms and struggled for position. The minutes ticked away as both women fought for an advantage, trading hold for hold as they sweat and struggled, growling and gasping with exertion.
    A half hour passed and neither woman showed a hint of weakening. Dripping with sweat, they thrashed and struggled. Victoria forced howls of pain from her opponent, only to find herself trapped in Shilo’s grasp, squealing in pain as she fought to free herself. As the bout wore on, it appeared Shilo was in danger of losing her championship title as Victoria caught her in a crushing scissor hold. She continued to struggle, but Victoria kept the pressure on, urging her opponent to give in. Shilo responded with a burst of strength and slipped free, landing on top of Victoria. The women rolled across the canvas in a tangle of arms and legs. Shilo lashed out with her legs and trapped Victoria’s head in a withering headscissors, slamming her onto her back. The crowd was on their feet, urging Shilo on. Within a few minutes Victoria waved her arms in submission.
    Shilo struggled to her knees, too exhausted to stand. Victoria sat up and smiled at her. Slowly they stood up and Victoria hugged her opponent, congratulating her. She pulled Shilo close and whispered in her ear. “It's me! Katrina! Victoria's gone away with Gavin.”

    It was nearing midnight when Vincent entered the Cellar Bar. A wall of sound crashed into him as he took a seat at the bar. He smiled as he turned to watch the band playing one of his favorite blues tunes. Blind Willie put his mouth harp to his lips and the notes poured out, blending in perfect harmony with the keyboards, guitars and horn. Fond memories of his time spent jamming blues with Willie and the band flashed through Vincent’s mind. Willie looked much the same; older, but still the same as Vincent remembered him.
    A tall, bespectacled man ambled down the bar. “Good evenin’ sir. What’ll ya have to drink?”
    Vincent ordered rum and ginger ale and turned his attention back to the band. He reached in his pocket and fingered his old Hohner Blues Harp. He had done what was expected of him. He’d found the man named Paul and the man was standing behind the bar. Now it was time to indulge himself, if only for a short time. He slid off his stool and made his way across the crowded dance floor. Willie was mopping sweat from his face with an oversized handkerchief as Vincent leaned close to him. “Mind if I sit in with ya for a few?”
    Willie glanced up and squinted. Suddenly a shocked expression spread across his face and his eyes widened. “Damn! You look just like an old friend of mine.”
    Vincent grinned. “Maybe I am! An old friend of yours, I mean.”
    With a wistful look Willie shook his head. “Naw, my friend died two years ago. But you sure do remind me of him. He played the blues real well. You play to, huh?”
    Vincent pulled his blues harp from his shirt pocket. “Yea, some.”
    “Son of a bitch but this is just too damn weird. My friend had an old Hohner just like yours.”
    “Yup and one of his favorite tunes was There’s A Man Down There.”
    “Sweet Jesus, man! You’re scare’n the hell outa me. Aw, what the hell. Lets do it!” With that the band launched into the song and Vincent began to play. By the time Vincent got to a harmonica solo Willie was standing next to him, an incredulous expression on his face. Vincent closed his eyes and lost himself in the music. It was as if his entire soul was pouring out through his harmonica. As the song came to an end the lounge erupted in applause and shouts for more. An hour passed and the band climbed down from the stage to take a break. Willie’s face mirrored a mixture of amazement and confusion. “C’mon over to my table and tell me what the fuck’s goin’ on. Damn! I can’t believe how much you remind me of my old friend, Vincent.”
    “What if I told you I AM Vincent?”
    Willie leaned back in his chair and peered at Vincent. “It ain’t nice to pull an old man’s balls. Vincent died in the desert out west of Las Vegas near the California border two years ago. Him and his lady, Brandy.”
    “Yup, I’m pleased to tell ya Brandy’s doin’ just fine and she send all her love. I am Vincent, Willie. It’s hard to explain, but trust me my friend, I am Vincent.”
    “I ain’t followin’ this at all. Either you be dead or you ain’t.”
    “Well, clinically I am. Dead, that is. I’m a spirit guide and I’m here to do some business with a man named Paul and Paul’s standin’ right over there behind the bar.”
    “Aw shit man, you’re scare’n me with this spirit guide talk and all. I must be dream’n all’ve this.”
    “It’s no dream, Willie. Now don’t be worry’n and remember this. You’ll be see’n me around again.” Vincent reached out and shook his friend’s hand, stood and disappeared into the crowd. Willie peered across the dimly lit, smoky bar. Vincent was nowhere to be seen.
    Cammie reached down grabbed Bridgette by the hair and slammed her to the mat. Bridgette rolled over and wrapped her arms around Cammie’s leg and pulled with all her strength. Cammie landed on her back and Bridgette pounced on her, twisting her arm into a painful position.
    Walter smiled at Dillon and Andy. “I can see why you call this the world’s sexiest sport. Sheesh! I wasn’t sure what to expect when I heard you were promoting topless women’s wrestling, but this is amazing! I figured there’d be a couple’ve barbie dolls dressed in thongs rolling around in a wrestling ring, but this! Jeez! These gals are tough! And gorgeous! I can tell you, this’ll be the main feature of next month’s issue of Entertainment Digest.”
    Dillon grinned proudly. “Thanks for  the compliments, Walter. The women’ll be thrilled to hear your gonna do a spread on them. I’m look’n forward to seeing it. If there’s anything else we can help you with don’t hesitate to ask." The men shook hands and William turned to leave.         “Now all I’ve gotta do is figure out a way to pry my camera man outa here.”
    Shilo ran across the room and threw her arms around Dillon’s neck. “We did good, huh?”
    “Good enough for a feature article in next month’s edition of Walter’s mag. I’d say that’s damn good! Let’s wrap it up and go get some lunch. I’m hungrier than a bitch wolf with a litter of pups.”
    Victoria flew through the air, both feet striking Sheena squarely in the chest and sending her reeling backward into the ring ropes. Sheena bounced off and Victoria caught her in a painful arm hold as she slammed her face first onto the canvas. Scrambling on top of her opponent, Victoria increased the pressure, forcing howls of pain from Sheena. A sadistic grin spread across Victoria’s face as she watched her victim intently. Sheena screamed her submission and Victoria stood up, reaching down to give Sheena a hand up. “Damn girl! You are SO ready for tonight’s show I can’t believe it. I don’t think Lola knows what she’s in for.”
    “I DO feel ready, but I’m still nervous. You really think I’ll do alright?”
    “You’re gonna knock ‘em dead!” The voice startled Victoria. She turned to see Brad smiling at her. “You’ve gotta know I wouldn’t put you in the line-up if I didn’t think you were ready.”
    Sheena scowled. “Yea, right Brad!” She instantly recalled how many inexperienced women Brad had thrown to the wolves in the past. He only cared about one thing; the profit his shows made. The wrestlers were expendable.
    Victoria showered and left the gym. It was a warm, sunny day and she felt more alive than ever. She walked aimlessly for nearly an hour until she found herself nearing Al’s Diner. Victoria entered and took a seat at the counter, smiling as she noticed her old friend busy in the galley. She ordered tea and a bowl of salad, watching Al as she ate. He glanced up and saw her at the counter. “Vic! How are ya?” He hurried out front and approached her. “Give me a hug! God! I ain’t seen ya in awhile. How’ve you been?”
    “I’ve been good, Al. Really good!”
    They sat together laughing and talking as Victoria finished her lunch. “Brad’s scheduled me for the main event at tonight’s show. Can you believe it? Me in a main event. I’m so nervous I can hardly stand it!”
    Al’s big hand closed around hers. “You got nuthin’ to be nervous about, Vic. You’re gonna be fantastic. I just know ya are!”
    The afternoon passed quickly. Victoria roused herself from her perch on the fire escape and went back into her apartment. She was amazed by how calm she felt. Her nervousness had dissipated and she felt a surge of confidence coursing through her body. She changed clothes, packed her gym bag and left for the arena, arrriving a short while later. Fans were lining up to buy tickets as she entered the building and went directly to the dressing rooms. She changed into her suit and slowly laced her boots. The door opened and Victoria glanced up to see Velvet standing in front of her. “Well kid, this’s your night to shine.”
    Victoria didn’t respond immediately as she continued to tie her laces. “Yes, I suppose it is.”
    “Look. I know we sorta got off on the wrong trail awhile back, but you’ve done one hell of a job. You’re good. Real good. Just don’t underestimate the Cajun Sensation. She’s one tough bitch in the ring, but you’re tougher. You’re gonna do just fine.”
    Before Victoria could answer, Velvet turned and walked out of the room. Victoria watched her leave. Velvet’s encouragement was the last thing she expected, but it made her feel much better. The sounds of friendly banter filled the dressing room. Victoria stretched out on a bench in the corner and closed her eyes. The cacophony assailing her senses seemed to subside as she drifted deeper into her own thoughts. She was barely aware of the roaring crowd outside the door. Suddenly she felt a hand shaking her shoulder. “Hey Vic! You’re up girl!”
    Victoria opened her eyes and saw Sheena smiling down at her. Without a word she stood up, pulled on her robe and disappeared out the door. The crowd erupted in applause as they saw her approaching the ring. Fans thrust autograph books into her hands, hoping to get her signature. She ascended the stairs to the ring with a regal flair and ducked through the ring ropes. Standing in her corner, she turned and bowed slightly to the crowd. The applause was deafening and it was difficult to hear the introduction of her opponent. Victoria peered into the crowd, watching as Lola Marceaux approached. She was a formidable woman. Powerfully built, Lola carried herself with an air of supreme confidence. There was a fierceness in her eyes that was unnerving as she stood in the opposite corner staring at Victoria.
    With the introductions concluded, the referee gave the signal for the match to begin and Victoria moved slowly and deliberately toward Lola. The women circled each other warily, then locked arms. With a powerful lunge, Victoria sent Lola reeling backward into the ring ropes. She followed her opponent and caught her in a headlock as she rebounded. Lola was surprised by the move, but not for long, as she broke free and twisted Victoria’s arm into a painful hammerlock. Victoria panicked for a moment, sure that her arm would break. Her instincts and training surfaced rapidly and she slipped free, only to be trapped in another painful hold. Lola seemed unstoppable.
    The crowd chanted and yelled encouragement as Victoria withstood the barrage of holds that Lola unleashed. The women were dripping with sweat, a combination of exertion and the heat of the ring lights. Victoria continued to evade Lola’s attacks and secured one painful advantage after another. Lola found herself caught in Victoria’s powerful grasp and it appeared she’d have no choice but to submit. Much to Victoria's surprise, Lola managed to muscle her way to freedom. The women rolled to their feet and lunged at each other. With a cat-like move, Victoria slammed Lola to the mat and trapped her in a crushing scissor hold. Leaning back on her arms, Victoria increased the pressure, squeezing unmercifully as a sadistic grin spread across her face. The crowd was on it’s feet, urging her to finish her helpless opponent. Lola waved her arms in submission and Victoria struggled to her feet. The referee raised her hand in victory and with a smile and a wave, Victoria slid under the ring ropes and ran to the dressing room.
    Sheena and several of the other wrestlers met her at the dressing room door, crowding around her, congratulating her on her triumph. Grinning proudly, Victoria thanked them for being so supportive. “Right now all I want is a drink!”
    “Get a shower and meet us down in Brad’s office, Vic! First round is on me!”
    Victoria stripped off her sweat-soaked suit and stepped into the shower, letting the steamy water splash across her body. Every muscle ached and she closed her eyes, feeling the pain slowly subside. She dressed and hurried to Brad’s office. As she entered she saw Sheena leaning across Brad’s desk and heard the angry words. It was clear Sheena was upset. “You chiselin’ bastard. You can’t tell me this’s what the gate receipts were tonight. The fuck’n place was standing room only!”
    “Believe what you want. There were a lot of comp tickets out for tonight’s show.” Brad gave her a bland smile. “Anyone else wanna bitch about their pay?”
    Victoria approached. “Where’s my money, Brad?”
    Brad handed her an envelope. Victoria ripped it open and counted the bills. Anger flashed in her eyes as she stared at Brad. “This is NOT correct, Brad. I know precisely how many people were in the arena tonight and I know how much the gate receipts are.”
    Brad’s expression turned cold. “You don’t know shit, Victoria. Now take your money and get out’a my office.”
    Victoria drew a deep breath and looked at Sheena. “This isn’t right. Not at all.”
    “No shit, girl. It happens around here a lot. Too damn much. This’s bullshit!”
    As the women turned to leave Brad called out to them. “You’ll feel better once you calm down. I’ll see you all at the gym tomorrow. I’ll buy lunch.”
    Sheena slammed the door as she and Victoria stormed out of the office. “That drink sounds REAL good right about now. You got wheels here Vic?”
    “Wheels?” Victoria appeared puzzled.
    “A car. Did you drive to the arena tonight?”
    “No. I walked. I don’t have a car.”
    “Well c’mon then. You can ride with me. I know a place not far away that serves a damn fine drink.”
    Sheena and Victoria entered the dimly lit Cellar Bar and seated themselves at a corner table. Victoria looked around the room. “It seems familiar here. Yes! This is the place I  came to meet Brad the first time.”
    “Let’s don’t discuss that no-count son of a bitch!” Sheena scowled. “That bastard’s screwed me for damn near the last time. I’m think’n about check’n in with the NAWWA promotion. Brad says if I do he’ll make sure I’m blackballed on the entire west coast, but I just might take the chance.”
    Their conversation was interrupted as the bartender approached to take their drink order. “What would you ladies like to drink?”
    Victoria and Sheena gave him their order. He hesitated for a moment before returning to the bar, staring intently at Victoria. “You seem familiar. I know you’ve heard this more times than you’d like to remember, but don’t I know you?”
    A strange sensation teased Victoria’s senses and she shivered slightly. “Yes. You do seem familiar, but I don’t think we’ve met.”
    The bartender smiled shyly. “My name’s Gavin.” He extended his hand and took Victoria’s in his.
    Victoria returned his smile as she shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Gavin. My name is Victoria and this is my friend Sheena.”
    Gavin’s face froze. “Victoria?”
    “Yes.”
    Gavin fidgeted nervously. “It’s certainly nice to meet you, Victoria. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
    As he walked away Sheena grinned. “Damn girl! I do believe the bartender’s got a thing for you!”
    Victoria blushed slightly as she stared at Gavin. There was something about him that touched her deep inside. He returned with their drinks and set them on the table. Without a word he hurried back to the bar. Victoria sipped her drink, lost in thought and barely hearing what Sheena was saying to her. The evening slipped by and Victoria heard Gavin make last call for drinks.
    “I really should be going. I’m so tired I can barely hold my head up.”
    Sheena smiled. “Me to. C’mon. I’ll give you a ride home.”
    As they were leaving, Gavin called out to them. “Nice to meet you, ladies. I hope I see you again!”
    Victoria smiled slightly, certain she’d see Gavin again. She was quiet as Sheena drove. They arrived at Victoria’s apartment and she thanked Sheena for the company. “I’ll see you at the gym later today?”
    “Count on it! And hey! Congrats on the match! You really knocked ‘em dead girl.”
    Victoria watched as Sheena sped away, turned and walked into her darkened apartment. The streetlights cast an eerie glow into her living room as she fell onto the couch, too exhausted to go farther. Victoria drifted slowly off to sleep, thoughts of Gavin crowding into her mind. Somewhere in the distance she heard a familiar sound. It was the haunting refrain of a long, lonesome train whistle. Victoria found herself once again on a worn boarding platform next to an abandoned train station deep in the desert. A sleek, black locomotive appeared, pulling seven railcars behind. A tall, distinguished looking conductor stepped down to greet her.
    Victoria smiled. “Jensen! I didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”
    Jensen returned her smile. “This is a special time for you m’lady. Come aboard. There’s someone waiting to share a cup of tea with you in the dining car.”
    “Andrew, I assume?”
    “No ma’am. It’s someone else.”
    Victoria hurried to the dining car, anxious to discover who could be waiting for her. As she entered her eyes widened. It was Gavin, sitting at  a table by the window. He seemed as surprised to see her as she was to see him. “Victoria! What a pleasant surprise! Won’t you join me?”
    “Hello Gavin. It is wonderful to see you again so soon. How did you know to find me here?”
    Confusion showed in Gavin’s eyes. “I’m not sure. It’s as if my fondest dream came true.”
    Victoria took a seat and Gavin poured her a cup of tea. Suddenly she heard a familiar voice. She turned to see Andrew smiling at her. “May I join you two?”
    Gavin glanced up and smiled. “Andrew! Yes! Please do join us! By the way, I’d like to introduce you to Victoria.”
    “Yes, I know Victoria quite well, Gavin. Perhaps I should reintroduce you to each other. Victoria, you might remember Gavin as the one you once knew as Anthony, the man who created you.”        

   Andrew steadied Victoria as she fumbled with the key in the lock. She was knee-crawling, commode-hugging drunk and barely able to stand, let alone unlock the door. With an expression of sheer exasperation he took the key, unlocked the door and carried Victoria inside, laying her gently on the bed. She mumbled incoherently. Andrew undressed her, hesitating to admire her nude body lying peacefully in front of him. Carnal thoughts crowded his mind, but now was not the time. Andrew knew what needed to be done. He covered her with a quilt and quietly left her apartment.
    The Cellar Lounge was neary empty except for a few customers who’d stopped off for an after-work drink. Andrew seated himself at the end of the bar, ordered a glass of rum and ginger ale and waited, patiently watching the door. Nearly an hour had passed when he saw Brad enter. He waited while Brad ordered a drink, then moved down the bar to the stool next to him. “Excuse me, but aren’t you Brad Hemsley, the wrestling promoter?”
    Brad looked up and peered at Andrew. “I am. I seem to be at a disadvantage. I don’t believe I know you.”
    “I’m Andrew, the man who’s going to connect you with the goose who lays eggs of gold.”
    Brad was intrigued. “Oh really? You’re gonna sell me a goose?”
    “Not sell, but rather point you in the right direction. I assume you met a woman recently named Victoria and I assume Victoria told you she was interested in a wrestling career?”
    “You assume correctly. How do you come to know so much about Victoria?”
    Andrew ignored Brad’s question. “Victoria was at your gym today. You heard what happened?”
    “You seem to know quite a bit about my business. Too bad you’re wrong about Victoria. My girls tell me she’s damn good, but weird and unfortunately impossible to find.”
    “So you want to find her?”
    “Hell yes! She comes into my gym to audition, bullshit’s me about having no wrestling training, takes on the toughest woman in my stable and finishes her in a matter of minutes. Then she goes hysterical and flies off like a big-ass bird.” Brad leaned closer as if he was sharing a little-known secret. “Whoever this woman is, she’s got potential. A lot of potential. That potential translates into big bucks. Damn straight I want to find her.”
    Andrew smiled. “I can bring Victoria to you.”
    “So you say, but what’s in it for you?”
    “Something more valuable than your bank account and your assets. I want your soul in exhange for Victoria.”
    Brad stared at Andrew for a moment. “You are WAY too weird for my tastes and as full of shit as a Christmas goose.”
    “Have it your way my friend.” Andrew reached out and shook Brad’s hand. Suddenly he disappeared. Brad blinked his eyes and peered around the room. “Bartender! Did you see where the man I was speaking to went?”
    The man behind the bar gave him a blank stare. “I didn’t see ya talk’n to nobody.”
    Victoria found herself once again standing on a worn boarding platform next to an abandoned train depot deep in the desert. She heard the familiar sound of a long, lonesome train whistle in the distance and smiled slightly as she saw a sleek, black locomotive come into view pulling seven rail cars behind. A tall, stately appearing conductor stepped down from the rail car and Victoria ran to him, threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Jensen! It’s wonderful to see you again!”
    The conductor blushed as he struggled to maintain his composure. “Hello Victoria. It is surely wonderful to see you again to! If you’ll come aboard m’lady we’ll be on our way.”
    Victoria climbed up the stairs and made her way to the dining car assuming Andrew would be there to meet her, but he was nowhere to be seen. She took a seat at a table by the window and nervously fidgeted with her cup. An unfamiliar looking porter appeared, smiling at her as he approached. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
    Victoria nodded and turned her attention to the view of the desert. The gentle rocking of the railcar seemed to soothe her as the train got underway. She watched as the sun slowly sank behind the high ridge in the distance. A flood of strange emotions flooded her mind and she found herself feeling more alive than she had ever felt before.
    Darkness settled over the desert as the train slowly rolled to a stop and Victoria stepped down from the railcar, the boarding platform awash in moonlight. She stood motionless, watching as the train disappeared from sight. She jumped slightly, startled by the voice from behind her. “Hello Victoria. Are you feeling better?”
    “Andrew! I wondered where you had gone!”
    “I was never far away. Shall we go?” Andrew took her hand and led her up the path toward the ocean. Victoria was silent as they continued on in the moonlight. The strange sensations she’d felt while riding in the dining car were still with her. As they neared the familiar looking cabin near the sea, Victoria stopped and stared at Andrew. “I feel like I’m outside my body watching myself. Why do I feel this way?”
    “It’s part of a progression. Part of the transformation I told you about.”
    “Then I am becoming Katrina?”
    “You are, sweet lady. It is happening as we speak.”
    Victoria smiled. “That is a good thing?”
    “Only as good as you choose to make it, Victoria.” Andrew gave her a reassuring smile. “You are becoming human. A warm and sensitive, yet strong and capable woman.”
    They ascended the porch and stood in the doorway. The sounds of lovemaking wafted through the evening air. Andrew immediately recognized the voices. It was Brandy and Vincent. Victoria’s eyes widened. “Perhaps we should leave them alone for awhile?”
    Andrew’s response was a mischievious grin as he stepped through the door pulling Victoria into the cabin with him. They quietly slipped across the room and seated themselves at the table watching the erotic tangle of arms and legs thrashing on the bed. Suddenly Vincent glanced up, a look of shock and surprise changing instantly to a scowl. “You old reprobate! I thought you were due in tomorrow.”
    “It is tomorrow. It has been for the past two hours.”
    Brandy propped herself up on her elbows and giggled. “Maybe you two’d like to join us?”
    Andrew chuckled. “As enticing as your offer is, we can’t. Victoria’s transistion is causing her some consternation and I feel you two might just be the ones to help her through it.”
    Brandy slid into Vincent’s shirt and busied herself making coffee. Vincent sat down next to his friends and peered intently at Victoria for a moment. “So tell me. What has happened?”
    The words came tumbling out as Victoria recounted her painful rejection by the man named Gary and the emotions she experienced as she wrestled with Velvet. Brandy sat next to Vincent, listening intently to what Victoria was saying. When Victoria finished speaking, Brandy smiled slightly and shook her head. “First of all, not all the men you’ll meet share Gary’s attitudes. There are wonderful men in this world who love unconditionally. There are others that aren’t worth a second look. Your instincts’ll guide you. Trust what you feel inside. As far as what happened between you and Velvet, that happens sometimes. There’s a few women in the business like her.”
    Victoria frowned. “I was so angry. I didn’t intend to be, but before I knew it I wanted to hurt her. I have no wish to harm anyone yet I harmed her.”
    “You didn’t cause her any harm. She’s fine. You’re going to meet all kinds of women in the wrestling business. Some you’ll enjoy working with and most don’t want to injure you any more than wanting to get injured themselves. You’ve got to remember though, wrestling’s a rough sport. You’ve got to make your holds hurt enough to force a submission and you’ve got to learn to endure a lot of pain so you can keep going when you get caught in a painful position. It’s all part of what makes wrestling a thrill. Sometimes you’ll feel sadistic and sometimes you’ll feel kind of masochistic. It all blends together with the reactions from the crowd and gives you a high that’s hard to explain.”
    Vincent nodded his agreement. “It’ll come together as you make your transition to human form. The wrestling  business isn’t for everyone. You might discover it’s not something you want to continue doing or you might discover it’s something you really enjoy.”
    “That’s what’s strange. I DID enjoy myself. But then I thought I’d damaged Velvet and I felt terrible. I suppose dealing with my feelings will be something I’ll learn as I go whether it’s relationships or wrestling.”
    Andrew interrupted the conversation. “There is one other detail you should all be aware of. Brad is enamored with Victoria. He has dollar signs dancing in his head as he ponders his shows with Victoria as the headliner.”
    An expression of disgust spread across Brandy’s face. “You think that’s a good idea, Andrew? Brad’s a walking, talking rip-off just waiting to happen and the last thing Victoria needs is Brad screwing with her.”
    “I agree. But remember; Victoria will soon become Katrina. Oh! And there is one other detail. Brad and I have an agreement. Once I bring Victoria and him together, he allows me ownership of his soul.”
    An ominous smile showed in Andrew’s eyes. “He has yet to fully understand the ramifications of his decision, but he will. I assure you. He will.”