It's been a few days since Vengeance 2003, and I can't seem to shake off the events of that night. The match with Stephanie McMahon was supposed to be just another wrestling bout, but it turned into a night of wardrobe malfunctions that I won't soon forget.
Stephanie and I have had our fair share of conflicts in the past, but this match took things to a whole new level. From the moment the bell rang, it was clear that Stephanie was out for blood. She wasted no time in pulling out all the stops to try and humiliate me in front of the entire world.
The first sign of trouble came when Stephanie gave me not one, not two, but three wedgies during the match. Each one was more painful and embarrassing than the last, but I refused to let it get to me. I knew that I had to stay focused if I wanted to come out on top.
But then, things took a turn for the worse. As we grappled in the ring, Stephanie made a blatant attempt to rip my top off. The crowd gasped as she tugged at the fabric, trying to expose me to the world. I fought back with everything I had, refusing to let her get the better of me.
In the end, I emerged victorious, but the damage had been done. The images of that night, of Stephanie's relentless attacks on my wardrobe, are seared into my memory. It's a reminder of the lengths that some will go to in order to tear you down, to make you feel small and insignificant.
But I refuse to let it break me. I am Sable, a warrior through and through. I will not be intimidated or humiliated. I will rise above it all, stronger and more determined than ever before.
So here's to Vengeance 2003, a night of wardrobe malfunctions and challenges that tested my strength and resilience. And here's to the future, where I will continue to fight, to conquer, and to prove to the world that I am a force to be reckoned with.