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Miss Hacncock: A Real Sweetheart By Ernie Santilli Believe it or not not, you may have been familiar with the supersexy Stacy "Miss Hancock" Keibler for quite some time and just not realize it. Watch NFL football? If so, there is a strong likelihood the first time you eyed stunning Stacy was when she shook her pom-poms as part of the Baltimore Ravens cheerleading squad. Not particulary tuned in to pigskin? Well, you probably still caught Ms. K earlier than you think. Remember when WCW was running the "Become A New Nitro Girl" contest? To refresh readers' memories, women were invited to send try-out tapes to WCW headquarters. Each Monday thereafter, a video montage of the top submissions from a region would air on Nitro, then the two highest-rated hopefuls would be presented live to drum up viewer support. As you probably guessed by now, Stacy was one of those finalists, making her WCW debut when the Nitro caravan rolled into Philidelphia in 1999. In fact, the blonde beauty not only qualified, she was among the llucky nandful who made the dynamic dance team. Oddly enough, after making such a big fuss about selecting a second squad of shapely senoritas, the new crew was pushed far into the background--much to the chagrin of male viewers everywhere. The original dancers were marketed perfectly. We knew all their names. We had our personal favorites (Hooray for Chae!). The announcers acknowledged the gals and treated them respectfully. Now, they get next to no TV time and, unless you visisted the website, you'd have no clue who was whom. This bonehead business decision was trumped by an even more confound conception, one that transformed the ladies from choreographed kittens to catfighters. It was a disaster all around. The bits looked like amateurish, the anticipated ratings boost never materialized, and most of the women were very uncomfortable in their new roles. One dancer, though, thrived on the attention and seemed to enjoy instigating trouble amongst the troops. When a pro-censorship group came down on Leni & Lodi, coniving Keibler saw the situation as an opportunity to further stir things up and get individual face time on national TV. Reinventing herself as Miss Hancock, the mischeiveous minx began appearing at ringside during the matches of the West Hollywood Blonds. In her new persona, Miss Hancock looked like a long-legged librarian, what with her nerdy eyeglasses, buttoned-tight collar, pulled-up hair and clipboard. Nonetheless, it didn't take a Sherlock Holmes to uncover the clues indicating Hancock was hardly a wallflower. If her skirt were any shorter, she'd have two more cheeks to powder! Pretending to be a marl crusader on behalf of Standards & Practices--a forerunner of Stevie Richards' current WWF schtick--it soon became abundantly clear Miss Hancock's "prim and proper" routine was a ruse--especially when she started jumping on the announcer table to bump and grind. Care for her personally or not, there's no denying the 5'11" dazzler is quite a formidable distraction. Apparently, though, disrupting male members of the WCW roster wasn't enough. First, it was Kimberly Page with whom Hancock had heat. But Kim had higher-priority fish to fry--like ditching DDP--and didn't provide the troublemaker with the amount of attention she sought. Intrigued by the odd relationship between Daffney and David Flair, Hancock just couldn't resist butting into the dizzy duo's business. True to form, sneaky Stacy wasn't satisfied messing with Daff's daffy mind--she wanted to steal the Nature Boy's boy away from the valet too! In the midst of this premarital mayhem, MIA's Major Gunns also had a score to settle. The result was the ROTC (Rip Off The Clothes) ruckus on the August 13th pay-per-view event. Slopping around in a mud pit, the contest came to a screeching halt when a Gunns gut shot sent Stacy to the hospital, making reference to "losing the baby." Many eyebrows were raised at the "remarkable" recovery the "injured" Hancock made, appearing 100-percent fit when she walked the aisle on Nitro the very next night. After implying a mistcarriage 24 hours earlier, Flair's filly informed him "I'm pregnant, David." Overwhelmed with what he tought was great news, gullible Dave invited his squeeze in-ring on the following Thunder. As he was beginning to propose marriage, Sgt. AWOL laid Flair out for manhandling the Major earlier. How concerned was Stacy over her "love's" condition? She picked his pocket for the engagement ring and left him KO'D on the canvas! What a sweetheart, eh? |