Death of Miss Elizabeth (friend & wrestling manager/valet)

Miss Elizabeth was a flower among the weeds. She died Thursday morning in Hobb County, Georgia, of causes yet to be determined. She was forty two.

To wrestling fans Liz is best remembered as the prim and proper manager/valet of her real life husband, Randy Macho Man Savage. Not to take anything away from Randy, but I’m sure he’d agree that Elizabeth’s classy appeal had no small part in his rise to the top. Away from the spotlight the real Liz was very much like the character she played. She was shy and quiet and her elegant grace was easy on the eyes. She and Randy were great together and had already been married for years before their live on pay per view wedding at Summerslam ‘91. Even though it was part of the storyline it was obvious to anyone back stage that the ceremony was very real to Liz, who looked at it as renewing their vows and was emotional and beaming.

About a year later insiders in the wrestling world were shocked when Randy and Liz divorced. The fans found out a few years later when the split up was presented as part of a storyline.

I remember envying Randy for being able to bring his wife on the road all the time but in hindsight, it seems to me anyway, that never being out of each other’s sight probably contributed to the demise of their fairy tale romance more than anything else. When my kids were young and I brought them on the road with me Liz would often graciously offer to watch them while I had to work. When my oldest daughter, Jade (twenty) was still in single digits she idolized Liz and enjoyed getting all dolled up like her. One thing that shouldn’t be overlooked about Liz is that when the wrestling business slid into sleaze in the late 90’s, she remained a lady., more than earning the moniker, first lady of wrestling, which, in no small irony, was also the title given to my mother by fans and wrestlers alike. Both my mother and Miss Elizabeth somehow managed to stay true to themselves, civilized and polished, sharp and articulate, even though they were constantly surrounded by ruffians and chaos. I don’t recall ever seeing Liz in a bad mood. She was always courteous and polite and never, ever developed not a trace of a prima dona attitude. She never walked around with her nose in the air thinking she was bigger than the wrestlers, even though for a time she was! - unlike most of the women who came up after her.

When I arrived in WCW, in December, 97, I was pleasantly surprised to find Liz there, managing Lex Luger. One of my last conversations with her was in the Spring of 1999, shortly after my brother Owen died. She sensed my heartache as she gently told me that after watching me for all these years she just wanted to thank me. For what I wasn’t sure. But she went on to say that I was her favorite and although she didn’t pretend to be an expert she said that she’d seen with her own eyes how hard I’d worked - for everybody in the dressing room - year after year. She said that she wanted me to know how truly sorry she was that things had turned out so dark for me at the end and that I deserved so much better. She gave me a sincere hug and over the years her kind praise has meant so much more to me than she will ever know.

Miss Elizabeth was my friend. I loved her dearly and will miss her dearly. I only wish I’d have told her how very much she meant to me too.

All those wrestlers in heaven will have to part and make way for the little angle of wrestling.