Crysstal Clear [Private For Now]

[cryss]

November 10th 2007
Atlanta, Georgia
The Georgia Dome

"Damn. Another one. What's going on with me?"

Crysstal stepped down the ring steps after taking her third defeat in a row. It left a sour taste in her mouth just like the previous ones did. Every lost she had taken since signing with the small wrestling company had made her feel like she wasn't ready to jump into the big leagues, but this one probably had the most effect on her.

She had thought she was headed to a point where she could turn things around for her win/loss record here. But the more she wrestled the more the losses came. She was confused now. What was she doing wrong? And if she ever figured out what, how would she know how to turn things around.

It was harder to keep peace of mind now. If not for the fans who cheered her no matter what, she doubted she'd even still be doing the wrestling thing at this point.

She just made her way up the ramp with her head down and her hands on her hips, shaking her head in disbelief over the loss. She hated to think what her trainer would think about what she was doing right now.

She knew he'd be disappointed in her in ring skills lacking the way they were. And she honestly couldn't blame him if he did. She needed to re-focus on things. Get more in tune with her craft and see if she couldn't recapture that fire that she used to feel about wrestling. It was fading. Fading fast and she wasn't sure what she could do to regain that fire again.

Before long she was stepping to the backstage area, thinking, wondering just what her problem was, how to fix it and how to even get her mind ready for something so brutal and unforgiving as the wrestling business was. She needed a break. Some time away maybe. Maybe she'd call up one of her old friends and see if the time away with someone she was familiar with would help. Yea. She'd try that. It was at least worth giving a try. God knows things couldn't get worse for her with the way she felt.

Next it was off to the women's locker room to get cleaned up, into some clean clothes and off to see if she could get in contact with her old friend. Hopefully she was somewhere close enough where they could meet.

ToBeContinued

[cryss]

November 16th 2007
Outskirts of Washington D.C.

"Ohhhhh boy. Gettin' kind of cold out. Least the suns out though."


Her arm raised to cover the suns glare from her eyes as she walked out of the front door of the store, bag in hand and a magazine in the other. The wind blew at a decent pace through the bulky navy blue sweater she wore with the ULCA logo embroidered across the front of it. She could feel the slightly cold wind rippling through the gray jogging pants she was wearing, the same logo written down the sides of it. She stopped for a second, getting the things in her hands in order before starting to walk to where the bus was waiting for her and the other indy circuit wrestlers she was traveling with her on this weeks journey.

Rolling the magazine up as if it was a newspaper, she stuffed it into the bag with the few snacks and the bottle of spring water she had just bought, before reaching into her left pocket and pulling out her cell phone. She walked slow towards the bus, seeing a few of the other wrestlers already making their way back on.

By this time she had flipped through the dozens of numbers in her address book, finally finding the one she was looking for. It was the number of a old friend of hers, and someone she thought would be nice to get back in contact with since they hadn't seen each other in so long. Pressing the square shaped SEND button, Cryss let out a hard cough while she waited for the phone on the other end to begin to ring. A few seconds later it did and she stood in one spot, looking from side to side waiting for her friend to pick up.

A little more than 30 seconds passed and no answer. Her face frowning up a little she switched sides with her phone, tucking it between the bottom of her chin and her shoulder, giving her hands enough freedom to search through the bag in her hand right when the voice mail came on. She shook her head, realizing that she wouldn't be getting in touch with her friend right now like she wanted. By then the voice mail message was done and she quickly grabbed the phone again, removing it from her shoulder before starting back up towards the bus again. A weird and almost awkward smile on her face she started to speak into the phone, leaving a message for her to get in contact with her.

"Well hello stranger. Bet you didn't expect to be hearing from me now did you?I know. It's been a while since I called anybody but I've been pretty busy lately.

I know you know how that can be though. But look I was lookin' to take a break for a little while. You know do something other than wrestle for a little bit at least.

I was wondering what you were up to lately and if we could get together or something. If not, it's okay. I understand the hectic schedule thing so no biggie. But give me a call and let me know what you think. Until later girl. Buh-Bye."


Hanging up the phone she breathes a deep breath as she starts her way at the bus once again, hoping that her call was returned soon. The past few months had been rough and she felt she needed some time away with someone who she considered a friend. A few moments later a smile came over her face, thinking of the times they had years ago, taking a quick glance back at the store she had just stepped out of before boarding the bus again before the other wrestlers did.


ToBeContinued