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Kristy Jackson · (02-18-2014)

From her pants pocket she dug out several twenty dollar bills for a tip and gave them to the grateful man. At the front desk she paid for the rest of the services and bundled herself back up into her coat and gloves. Snow was falling slowly outside and New York was going along as it always did, people refusing to allow their daily lives to be interrupted by mother nature. Kristy joined them and was swept up in the flow of the crowd, each step made her wince at her sore foot and it cut off her sight-seeing for the time being. The several blocks walked back to the hotel were more than enough to make her almost regret her decision but she made it back to her room fine and put a bag of ice on her foot outside of her sock, for some relief. Her fingers were still a little chilly as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and noted the several missed calls on it.

The first number she didn't recognize at all and the last one was Alex's. In fact it appeared he had actually tried to call her twice. Well well well, someone was certainly under her spell weren't they? Whether she would ever admit it or not it felt nice to be wanted by the man you hold dear she should call him back just in case it was something important rather than just sending him a text. The phone rang several times before he picked up.

Alex: Hello?

Kristy: What's up honey?

Alex: Been trying to get a hold of you, I think you need to start making some sort of strategy for your match and soon. It's not going to be enough to just say ‘you’re to get whip Morbid’s ass,' you know?

Kristy: Well considering last week maybe I should take Morbid a little seriously.

She judged by the silence on the other end of the phone that her remark didn't come across as amusing to her man. Oh well, he had it coming he should have more faith in her. Besides, if Alex is right she could lose this match and that wasn't how she wanted to start out her battle up the XWF ladder.

Alex: I'm serious. You need to train, you can’t underestimate Morbid this week but knowing what you know now I am sure that won’t happen. I know you want revenge on Morbid for what he did to you on Madness but you have to play this cool. Going into this match all heated without a plan is only going to work to your disadvantage. You did good last week; I want you to do just as good this week.

Aww, that was almost sweet of him to say. Leaning forward she idly rubbed at her ankle above her tattoo which was feeling much better with that small bag of ice on it after that she made sure to mute the TV she'd turned on when she first walked into her room. Yes, she probably should have been training with him right now instead of having ran around New York getting tattooed but ... okay, she didn't have a good reason for doing what she did other than she wanted to.

Kristy: Thanks, I want to see you after my win Alex. I'm confident I can do this. Like you said I just have to train harder and come up with a game plan which I am more than willing to do. Morbid has the slight advantage here because of his power and shit, but in this much that won’t be the case. I need this win and I don't want to let you or my fans down out there.

There, that was her attempt at being almost sweet as well though she wouldn't know if Alex found it as endearing as she felt it was. Kristy slowly laid back down on her bed, head on a pillow as she stared up at the ceiling. Her free hand slowly played with the ends of her hair, twisting them around and around the tips of her fingers while they spoke. She was still recovering from her jet-lag and it was really starting to set in, causing her to let out a loud yawn she tried to muffle with one hand.

Alex: You tired?

Kristy: Eh, a little bit. I don't think I'm down to hit the gym just yet today but if you want why you don’t come by and do a little research of Morbid with me? I'll download some of best matches if there are any and pop some popcorn.

That last part was a lie; she had no popcorn but could probably get something from room service for them to share. Alex was so picky and careful about what he ate though it was probably better just to wait until he arrived and he could order himself. That was if the hotel even served gluten free salads with steamed vegetables and a thin slice of lemon rind, or whatever the hell was in his diet. She was an oreos and redbull girl herself, but with Alex's urging she was at least making an effort to eat a tiny bit better. She couldn't argue that she did feel like she had more energy the last week when she cut half the crap out of her diet and replaced them with fresh things but she still had the occasional chocolate craving.

Alex: Popcorn? That sounds awful. You might as well ask me to pick you up a big mac on my way over.

Kristy: Ooooh, would you?

Alex: No. We'll eat real food tonight and I'll bring wine. We can have a two day long Valentine's Day; let's not spend it like losers, huh?

Wow, that wasn't exactly what she was expecting. I mean having a two day long Valentine’s Day? She thought she will spending it alone or eating big macs but the fact Alex was putting forth the effort to make her night a little bit brighter still came as a slight surprise.

Kristy: Oh ... okay, sure. Let's try and get some work done though, okay? I don't want to spend the night after Madness like a loser because I didn't prepare for this match.

Alex: I'm telling you Kristy, you'll be fine. I'll be there in twenty minutes okay?

Kristy: Sounds good, I'll see you in a bit.

With that she hung up her cell phone and jumped up off the bed. She forgot about her foot and immediately let out a hiss of pain when it hit the ground, before limping into the bathroom. The next twenty minutes would be spent getting ready to look like she didn't get ready but was still somehow effortlessly a Stunner, like her foot said. Camera fades to black.

\Its part time./

Kristy: Here we fuck go again. I see this some shit coming he asked I did I cut a promo on Valentine’s Day. I have a question for you why not? Could it be I am expressing by the claims of me being some so called whore. I actually have a man to spend my off nights with. That’s like fucking obvious! Why would I want to be like everyone else and not a socially life? See Morbid started off asking stupid questions.

All.

Fucking.

Ready!

But then you going on to ask more stupid questions of course I pre-shot that shit. Why wouldn't I? Do you think anyone would want to see me cut a promo in the Chernobyl like most fucking people? Let me say this that shit is….boring as fuck! You might want to do same simple bullshit like that; but I am not the one. I can see throughout your promo you was gasps at fucking strew. It even came to a point you had to say some shit about the tattoo I got.

Fucking Really?

You have to be bullshitting me. That is the most dull-witted shit I ever heard and I heard Peter Gilmour promo before. But Morbid you take the fucking cake. I don’t know what’s more irrelevant your promos or the fact I am going to actually going to show up for this match; it’s just so fucking pointless.

So tell some jokes, Morbid. Try to get the fans to laugh and love you but when you look out in the crowd you should know that they are only making noise because they pity you. You need to be put down like the sick dog you are You need to be punished and that is what I'm here to do. I'm here to mix up the status quo in XWF. That hard work can match talent any day of the week

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You are a shadow of what you cold have been! Literally a shadow of someone who could have been more!

Work on that English before you call me a shadow of someone I Could have been!

It’s fun how you call me a carbon copy. It truly is it’s the same way you’re trying to be like Duke. But the thing is your failure at it. The same scared talk trying to prove you’re stronger than everyone. Everyone is fucking doing that shit in XWF everyone! And it will go on again and again. What makes you any different than those people? Not a damn thing; I am surprise management even gave you a second look; Maybe because they pitied you.

Your jumping everywhere throughout your promo. Who else is fucking confused by this guy, all I can say is damn. Like where should I start really maybe the point when you said…

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They do it because they want you on their dicks! And I am guessing you will move from person to person throughout the federation until you fucked everything.

He must be extremely dense or something. Didn't I clearly say I have a boy friend? Why would I need anyone's when my Alex can put it down just the way I like it? Please come up with something better than that ass wipe. This promo is a failed attempt to get inside my head. But instead just like Charlotte Dyson I placed trap doors around you as well.

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Neonero said: trap doors are removable.

Maybe Morbid mistake me being scared of this breath than him. Because I think your breath is worst. Maybe he tried to make up false comments in his promo to hide the fact of how he is not creative; that must be it. Now I understand Morbid thanks for clearing that up for me. But do you know what comment was the most disturbing? Let me show you.

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you will scream in pain! Screaming like a little fucking bitch!

Were you masturbating when you said that? This is a sign up a virgin everyone. I am going to enjoy tearing you to shards it not even funny. I might even enjoy it more than the others that beat you in that ring. Morbid you are my target and you’re an unlucky individual that I will make an example out of. I don't know why the staff chose you or maybe they didn't know what I was going to do face in the next show… Maybe they thought I was going to a fake insane piece of shit or a high and mighty person like Angel. I'm not though. I'm not that kind of person I don't pretend to be bigger than I am and I don't bullshit either. I am here to make an impression in XWF that will be remembered.....And the third person will be you Morbid Angel.

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