Gia Van Zant, in her first run with professional wrestling, was brought in half-trained by a less-than-virtuous promoter who knew that a pretty girl on his flyers and shows would draw more ticket sales. It was sink-or-swim for her, facing whatever they could pitch her way– other women, midget wrestlers, grown men, for all she knew there might’ve been a bear in the works when she ducked out after signing onto High Octane Wrestling. HOW was disappointing and infuriating for her, because no matter how much acerbic words she poured out at the roster, they couldn’t seem to muster a better response than “lol u hav vagina”. She fell ill with typhoid after the company forced her onto the North Korean leg of the tour and hadn’t been seen in wrestling since.
Not that she’s been unknown– for what she didn’t have in skill, she overcompensated for in her verbal howitzers, and one of her indie promos went wildly viral online because of it. She turned YouTube fame into a day job, lending her unique, cutting perspective to reviewing tv shows and products and occasionally her old love of wrestling too. Lately, though, she’s felt the call once again and wondered “what if”.
She’s glad to be retrained. As it stands right now, she’s 100% savage merciless frontal offense with very little defense. Green wrestlers will generailly get turned into mulch, especuially if she can get under their skin. More tenured wrestlers will see the openings and land her hard on her ass.
Drinks on Me (2.23.18)