Wrestlers mourn a tough colleague

The bartender poured 21 shots of Sex on the Beach, three of them virgin. The burly arms raising the plastic cups belonged to middle-aged men with strange stories of the good ol' days of being spat on, punched out or clobbered with a folding chair. Their toast was to a complicated woman, who was smaller and tougher than them all. They called her Angel. The world knew her as a lunatic.