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Kristy Jackson · (02-25-2014)

Eyes closed, head resting against the window Kristy was only awoken by the sudden stop the Greyhound bus made, jerking her forward slightly in her seat. She grunted her dismay at being awoken in such a manner but by the time her eyes were fully open and her brain back to some sort of functioning manner she realized she’d reached her destination. The bus was mostly empty by this point so at least she didn't have to fight her way off with the giant duffle bag she had slung over one shoulder. It was cool enough outside that she instinctively pulled her military camo jacket a little bit tighter over a black t-shirt that said in sloppy lettering on it ‘I Love Tattooed Boys.

Outside the stadium now Kristy hated to admit it, she was awe struck. Neck craning back for a few quiet minutes she took in the site of the building before her. This was it, the place the Independent circuit fan fest will be held. Not too long ago; maybe in a matter of years on end she’d gone from wrestling in the dilapidated basements of old high schools and gyms in Richmond to signing herself a contract, packed her things and headed out across the states to start a brand new career. God was she really that green?

But it was thanks to Alex; he helped her find a trainer and been there for her from that moment on. In her whole life there was no one there to help her besides her Aunt. Her mother was out of the question and her father at that point of time was a deadbeat so you could count him out. Now she has found some one that will be there for her no matter what.

Kristy shook her head and the thoughts from it, she couldn't stand out here forever but ... but her feet suddenly felt caked in cement. Just nerves, this reminded her of the time when he enter the Madness area for her first match against Kid Ant she reminded herself and that they was still setting up for the fan fest. But she wanted to check it out anyway; she begins to walk up to the entrance. This was the easy part remember, but this is not even the day of the event yet; It was 3 weeks from now? But for some reason that self-serving thought gave her cause to laugh under her breath a bit. This was going to be the last stop before she made her first appearance in in an wrestling fan fest. She paused briefly at the garbage can just outside the back door and reached into her pocket and palmed the small cardboard pack. Camel Menthols, half of the pack already smoked and the lucky cigarette still in tact. But we weren't going to need luck here were we? That decision made, Kristy dropped the pack off with the refuse and opened the front door entrance. It was just her luck she almost ran over someone in the process......

Aunty?

Camera screen slowly fades to black.

The Next Day.

Her head was pounding a steady message of “Fuck You” in morse code when she came too. Sun light poured through the curtains that she had neglected to close last night and blinded the woman the moment she dare open her eyes. In response to this assault Kristy only buried her head underneath several pillows and let out a pitiful grown. The gods of the hangover were angry and vengeful ones and had come to visit her for the prior nights’ sin of a simple drinking game. It’ll be fun, Kristy thought before. I’ll get to engage with the other women here, Kristy reasoned previously. I’ll get plastered and wake up hating the day, Kristy didnot consider at the time. If it had been possible she would have spent all day in that bed but half an hour after waking up and trying to will herself back to sleep she could no longer ignore the feeling that her bladder was about to explode if she didn't do something about it. Against every fiber of her being Kristy pulled herself out of her hotel bed and started a shuffle to the bathroom, accidentally kicking the last night’s now empty rum bottle that lay on the floor on her way there.

Kristy: Mother of fuck!

It was always good to start the day with a string of obscenities. The pain in her pinky toe at least had her fully awake now. Her first stop in the bathroom was the sink instead of the toilet and she turned the cold water on full blast, sticking her mouth beneath the faucet and gulping in mouthfuls until her tongue no longer felt as dry as sandpaper. After that refreshment the day seemed to be a little easier and she climbed in the shower to continue easing into her normal routine.

God she hoped she hadn’t said anything too stupid last night. It was all after the fifth shot things started to get a little blurry. Oh god ... they had tweeted the XWF owner hadn't they? They had, but she seemed to recall that going quite well. Truth be told this morning she actually felt kind of bad about the game. There was all that ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ guilt going on in her head and here she had been throwing back shot after shot. Oh boo hoo. You think anyone is going to give you that consideration? Trust me Kristy, you’re just another girl trying to get her party on so nut up, her conscience reminded and she nodded in agreement.

While she still wasn't feeling on top of her game the young woman was starting to feel a little bit more human and so she seized the moment after her shower to finish getting dressed, throw her hair in a messy ponytail and catch a cab down to Gary’s Gym. Much to her pleasure and surprise the place was absolutely dead. Wonderful, no one could judge her hung over self as she half-assed today’s work out. Of course her wrestling trainer that helped her with the basic of wrestling Sophie Logan's voice would be in her head the whole time telling her to work harder, but without the stout old woman there to physically push her it just wasn't the same. Not feeling up to the fast pace of anything cardio wise Kristy headed over the selection of free weights and grabbed a pair and started off with some standing bicep curls. Even though she was facing the mirror and supposed to be watching her form, she had her eyes scrunched shut as she powered through each set and quietly began to sing her own version of “Eye of the Tiger” to herself. After all, what better song was there to pump yourself up?

Kristy: Risin’ up! Back on the street. Did my time, took my chaaances. Went the distance now I’m back on my feet. Just this girl and her will to surviiive.

And no, she never wondered if she was a good singer. She knew she wasn't and had been reminded it many times back in her amateur wrestling days every time she stepped into the shower by all the other girls within earshot. It never seemed to stop her.

Kristy: It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight! Rising up to the chaa---Aaah shit!

However, when she opened her eyes she had not been expecting to see the reflection of someone else in the mirror and she dropped her dumbell, the weight thudding to the floor and just barely missing her foot.

Kristy: Do you always sneak up on people like that?

Liz!

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To Be Continued....

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