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Kristy Jackson · **02-17-2014, 04:20 PM**

She followed him behind the counter and to one of the smaller rooms in the shop. Set out on his work table were several variations of the tattoo she requested and Kristy took her time to look over them all before finally deciding on one. She started slipping her foot out of her shoe and sock and took a seat so they could get down to business.

Kristy: That one, it's perfect.

Louis: You chose a hell of a spot to get this. I'm not gonna bullshit you, it's gonna hurt.

Kristy: Eh, that's one of the points of getting a tattoo. Besides, I can handle my pain.

Louis: Yes you can, I've seen you out there before.

Kristy: You've seen me wrestle?

Louis: No, I've seen you walking the streets.

He paused as he was putting the outline of the tattoo on her foot and looked up to Kristy and saw the blank look on her face. Louis laughed and shook his head.

Louis: I'm joking; yes I've seen you wrestle. My kids are really into all that stuff so I kinda got dragged into watching it to. Then soon enough I was the one making sure that we didn't miss it. I'll tell you, you guys picked a hell of a time to come to New York though. I figured they would be planning all your shows over on the West coast so you weren't freezing to death before the show.

Kristy: Oh come on, a little snow never hurt anyone. Besides, I am not here for a show. I am here networking for modeling deals and other things. But if I was here for a show; we would have came out here to show the fans just how much we do love them! Sure I could be on a beach somewhere sun burning my ass, but I'd rather be here in the big city getting inked up.

The man took his time putting together the gun and pulling out several different shades of ink. He braced Kristy's foot in his lap and decided in his head how exactly he was going to go about this piece.

Louis: Whatever you do, don't kick me in my junk okay?

She laughed, but tried to stay as still as possible.

Kristy: Okay, okay. I'll save that for Morbid Angel on Madness.

Louis: That's more like it. Sucks they put you up against that crazy fucker, wouldn't you bf be worried about you?

Kristy was sure Alex knew in her career she will have so big guys she would have to face off against. But, for some reason she felt a little protective about what Alex would think. Kristy shrugged and cleared her throat.

Kristy: Eh, he understands I won’t go down without a fight. He even helped me train all last week and look what happened? I won that match against Charlotte now. I owe him something, I guess.

The room grew silent for a moment before it was interrupted with the now steady buzz of Louis tattoo gun. He wasn't lying about the pain she found out when the needle came in contact with her skin and it was too late to back out now. It took concentration and will power but she made her foot stay still even though everything in her body was saying to pull it away. Yeah, it smarted something fierce but Kristy knew if she took her mind off it wouldn't be so bad. Her tattoo artist reluctantly agreed with her.

Louis: Yeah I guess if you say so. Hell of a match you against Morbid Angel though.

Kristy: You're telling me. I really thought management was gonna throw someone else against me but I was wrong there. I have no idea what was going management’s mind when thy made this match either but I can tell you his Bullseye hurts like a son of a bitch. I'm gonna have to be on my A-Game, like last week. Two on one was a hell of a challenge* let’s be honest here Morbid did help out the slut in the match; We all seen it.* I think this is gonna be even tougher though. This isn't a girl I am facing this time, it's a mentally disturbed nutcase I am facing; But that shit is played out in XWF. First we had Cyren then it was Cyren’s clique of

and the list goes on and on like a cancer. I really wish I had someone in my corner for this. I mean I am in the ring with some that should be death row, eating his last peanut butter sandwich before he takes the long walk for the electric chair! Damn, I feel like I might be in over my head.

Louis: Nah, you got this.

It felt good to have someone on her side, even if it was a complete stranger. The bit of panic that had started to well up in her chest began to dissipate and she was able to relax back into the chair she sat in. Every now and then she would glance down at her foot and make sure the tattoo was coming along well. It was. Even though it was a very simple design, Louis was sure to take his time on it and make sure the line work was nothing less than stellar.

Kristy: Well I appreciate your confidence Louis. I guess you're not the only one with any in me if they're booking me in high level matches already. Here's to praying I don't go out there and tear my quad in the first half of the match though. That would only be too fitting with my luck some days.

It wasn't the most positive way to think, so maybe she'd be better off not entertaining those thoughts. Kristy needed to put out good energy into the universe or some shit, right? That's how you got good energy back? Some hippie had told her something like that once and she didn't believe a word of it still. You put hard work out into the universe and that was how you got rewarded in the end. It looked like she'd put in her fair share of hard work so far, didn't it?

Louis: I doubt that's going to happen, you seem to be a little on the young end when it comes to those other wrestlers out there. Yep, I think you have a long and successful career ahead of you that's only going to continue this Madness.

Kristy: If you're trying to stroke my ego so you get a bigger tip buddy it's definitely working.

The man neither confirmed or denied this and kept his attention focused on Kristy's foot and the gun in his hand. He was still taking his time and making sure that the lines were even and the slight shading was there, but not overly noticeable or overdone. Every now and then he paused to wipe away the blood and excess ink on her skin with a damp paper towel.

Kristy: I really want to be a contender for a title but I guess that just wasn't in the cards right now. But I really want to face Mr. Supernova, title or non-title it will certainly helps take away some of the sting of a title shot. But that’s beside the point.

Louis: When would you like to face him?

Kristy: Well it doesn't matter really; but I would like to make more of a name of myself first.' So I've got a little bit of time to bust my ass some more and do my homework on Mr. Supernova. But right now my focus is or Angel. Here's to hoping no riots break out during my match, right?

He laughed.

Louis: You never know. From what I hear it was good for ratings. You could be the woman who starts the third riot in XWF history.

Kristy: Nah, I don't want to be the third at anything. I want to be remembered for being the one who did things first and broke the mold. No reason trying to succeed if you don't want to be the very best right? It’s okay being a pretty face, I don't mind if I'm considered attractive but I need a little more recognition than that. I haven't busted my ass for a year straight to spend the rest of my career jobbing out.

At some point Kristy had started thinking out loud more than having an actual conversation with the man. It was the gun running back over a particular tender spot on her foot that brought her back to reality with a sharp gasp. She looked down at the tattoo again that was just about done and noticed that her foot was starting to swell a bit. She hoped it would fit back in her shoe at the end of this. Louis pulled the gun back and wiped her tattoo clean one last time. It was a mirror image of the picture he'd drawn up, or even better if he said so himself. The new piece of art was gently covered in some 'Tattoo Goo' and then bound in some plastic wrap. Kristy loosened the laces on her sneaker and slid the tender appendage in.

Louis: You know the drill. Keep it well lotioned, but nothing with dyes or scents, don't scratch at it, try and leave the wrap on for the rest of the day and on and on and on. Other than that you're good hun.

Her body was experiencing a small high from the endorphins released during the tattoo and she was feeling especially good on top of all that with everything in her life going so well right now.

Kristy: Thanks for the work man. I'll be sure to recommend you if anyone asks and hell, if things go well at Madness maybe I'll come see you again!

To Be Continued....

\Its party time/

Kristy: I am sure Theo is thinking right now "This is the promo when that hot chick name Kristy is about to cut that fool named Morbid like wonder bread?" You are damn right! But who is Morbid Angel though? He is a guy that claims to be The Morbid Mortician....Boring. Everyone wants to be big and strong and trying and be some dominating force in this company. It is a boring claim and one I will never make. You can't be some dominating force when you are barely memorable though like Mr. Angel. Don’t get me wrong though the man has ability and under the right circumstances and the right situation he can be dangerous. Yet his own ego taints him and makes him vanilla. He is plain and he doesn't bring anything to XWF that it really needs. He is a washed up version of Duke; Come on now that dark spooky shit has been done all through XWF. That is like a cookie cutter of a wrestler and there are hordes of that same person in the back or waiting in other federations for a chance to come to XWF. Being plain is his crime, people.
I knew he was going to go this fucking route; from the part of you being gay. Yes you’re fucking gay! It’s better off saying it then having it bottle up in side you. Look at Mr. Supernova he is happy. Or him going the whole Cyren route and saying stupid shit about setting people on fire. It’s been fucking done before!

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

God!

Maybe I should get to the point of you claiming to be undefeated. But what really happened to you lost your first match, or when Jessie tore you shards. Maybe I will get into the time when Griffin MacAlister tore you a new asshole. The list goes on and on. I'll respect his ability but not him as a man. That is why when I get inside that ring I won't be showing him any real respect. I'll be wary of what he is capable of doing but when it comes to anything else I'll tear him apart piece by piece. He can come at me with his big bad wolf breath and his bravado but he only acts like that as a bluff. He acts big and bad so that people will believe he is. He acts like he is the shit because he knows deep down all he is really is a pile of shit.

But don't worry Morbid; everything I do to you isn't for you. When I try to break your legs it isn't because I hate you even though it should after sexual assault. No! Fuck that shit that is exactly why I am going to break your fucking legs. I hope you are ready for this ass whipping I am ready to give to you.

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