Stepdaughter to the infamous Butcher Vachon, and niece to the notorious Mad Dog Vachon, Gertrude Luna Vachon was practically wrestling freak royalty. Despite her familys reluctance to allow her to enter the industry, Luna was practically raised in a wrestling ring, and more than matched her feared forebears in sheer, jaw-dropping ferocity. Hair shaved at the sides, spiked and serrated war paint covering her grimacing face it would be completely fair to say that Luna Vachon was an icon of womens wrestling: but more than that, she left her twisted footprint in the industry as a whole. Rarely have any other wrestlers committed to their character so completely. When on, Vachon seemed unhinged, possessed, screaming like a banshee in that great gravelly roar. A wrestlers wrestler, she fitted in with the prototypical Divas of the WWFs Attitude Era like a werewolf at a cocktail party: as she put it in a 2008 interview, In this world of butterflies, it took balls to be a caterpillar. Vince Russo, a great admirer of hers, said, I swear to you, Luna Vachon could kill you. I don't care how big and tough you are, she'll rip out your eyes and eat them in front of you.
Professional writer, punk werewolf and nesting place for starfish. Obsessed with squid, spirals and story. I publish short weird fiction online at desincarne.com, and tweet nonsense under the name Jack The Bodiless. You can follow me all you like, just don't touch my stuff.
