Christi Simpson was 16 years old when she met Randy Savage in the hallway of the Bradley Center in Milwaukee. This wasn’t backstage. This wasn’t a fan-access event. There were no VIP wristbands or social media selfies. It was just real. She had written him a letter—pages from a young fan who didn’t idolize the character, but felt something deeper for the man behind it. Every time she met Randy, she gave him another letter. She never wrote one to anyone else. Only him. And here’s the part that gets me: He came out into the hallway during the show… and walked right up to her. No handler. No PR staff. Just Randy. Before he left, he offered her the photo and autograph. Not the other way around. And when she got that photo back days later—from a 35mm roll of film—she saw something she hadn’t even noticed in the moment: He was smiling. A quiet, sincere smile. Not the Macho Man growl or the big theatrics. Just a kind man giving a kid a moment she’d never forget. She saved that photo. She saved the shirt she wore that day. She saved the newspaper from that week. She even saved the envelope she had her ticket in. And you know what else stuck with her? He spelled her name right. “That was a big deal to me… my name is never spelled right.” It might not seem like much. But when someone sees you, when they remember you, and they treat you like you matter—that sticks with you for life. Christi didn’t just meet her favorite wrestler that day. She met an extension of her childhood. A link to her hero, Miss Elizabeth. A piece of who she used to be… still protected in a cedar chest and a soft memory. That’s what this page is about. That’s why we’re here. And Christi, thank you for bringing all that back with just one story—and a smile you didn’t even know you had. —Steve Stasiak, BPW Founder 📌 Follow all our socials at Book Pro Wrestlers