Picture Your Ego Behind Your Belt

Chapter Two

Three weeks in and they already had a routine together. It was if instantly they were joined at the hip, almost as if they were friends before they were even assigned to each other

"We've practiced what we are going to say right?"

"Cristine, please everything is going to be fine, Christian is a great guy and will do us good."

"I know he is perfect for this."

Cesaro stared at Cristine a little differently; he knew there was already supposed to be some light smiles scripted between the two of them tonight. Though Cristine already looked a little dazed just at the thought of Christian, maybe a longtime fan or friend though he wasn't thinking about going into this further.

After three weeks, she had already made a little routine for herself. A mirror only one foot away from the black curtain, she would set herself up. Her glasses were always on, and even when she was away from the live crowds, she didn't need them because her sight was bad; she just needed them because she wanted to see even better. To be able to spot the perfect conditions for a picture. She also took her hair and pulled it into the smoothest bun, parted to the left and not a stray hair to be seen anywhere.

She didn't need the make-up department; they had already created a scene for her refusal of the getting dressed up. It was one of those WWE exclusive videos; Cesaro caught her sitting in a make-up chair the woman applying a light foundation on her face. Cesaro did what he would only do, yell and kick her out of the chair. As well as threaten her job here if she were to get back in that chair.

"You do not waste your time, putting on makeup. No one is here to see you. They are here to see me, do you understand? Now get out of here and I never ever want to see you in that chair ever again."

"Cristine go on out."

Cristine breathed in deeply, pulled down the ends of her varsity jacket, and walked out there. Her entrance wasn't anything special, though in those few seconds before Cesaro came out, she had some time to do a quick wave to the people in the crowd. It was only a few seconds though.

"Well there is our mystery Cesaro photographer, even backstage she doesn't even say her name, but she is the sweetest girl in the world, only when she is away from Antonio that is. What do you think Matt?"

"Not much is known, about her but we hope that Captain Charisma is able to tell us who she is. Though you are correct Jerry, she is very kind to everyone."

Take pictures of Cesaro, Take pictures of Cesaro that is all your job calls for, though in her innocence she snapped some pictures of the Commentators. Matt Striker looked up and she was able to create a perfect picture of him and Jerry Lawler, she also took pictures of Christian. It wasn't going to kill her.

Three bar stools for the three of them to sit on, Christian greeted both Cesaro and Cristine but Cesaro wasn't going to allow it. Before Cristine shook his hand, he pulled her away, as well as taking her stool. Cristine was forced to stand. Cesaro made her stand behind him, so she did what she was told to do, but she still continued to take pictures.

"Whoa Cesaro, that's a little harsh isn't it? I mean do you really take away her chair for almost shaking my hand? Give her some respect man."

"She does what I tell her too, and her only job is to take pictures of me."

"What is wrong with you? I mean we all saw that video. You kicked her out of the make-up chair and told her to take the barely any, may I remind you make-up off her face. Then you just sit in the chair you just kicked her out of. She is not a doll."

"No, but she is in my possession."

"You know what Cesaro I'm not here to talk to you; me and the WWE Universe are interested in her, not you. So if you will excuse me."

Christian got up, and quickly called for Cristine to come over, knowing that Cesaro was watching her she followed Christian's call. She stood up right in front of him though looking away from his stare.

"Aww, come on. Tell me he hasn't told you that you can't look at me? I just want to talk."

It was a quick pause, but Cristine looked up at Christian. They shared a smile, and she blushed slightly. It was all going according to plan.

"Come on has he also hidden you behind those glasses? Take them off and put your hair down."

Other than the fact that her face was hotter than Kane's pyro, Cristine pulled the string on her smooth bun. Her hair fell out in soft layers, and Cristine took off her glasses, and placed them in her pocket.

"Ladies and gentlemen! I would like to introduce you to Antonio Cesaro's mystery Photographer! Look at this little gem!"

"WOW! What a beauty, I wouldn't mind if she were to take pictures of me. Right Striker?"

"Jerry, I'm pretty sure that is degrading to women everywhere. Though she is quite beautiful."

"That is enough, is that all you want, because we are done here." Cesaro began to pull at Cristine's jacket, Cristine immediately pushed back on her glasses.

"I knew this was a bad idea" Cristine spoke to herself.

"Whoa, Whoa, Cesaro buddy. Please all we want to know is her name. You treat her like an insect that you can just crush under your feet.

"She is a grille, grillo, grillon, a syrsa, and for those that don't speak five languages, she is a cricket. A whimsy cricket that I can squish under my boot whenever I want to!"

"Wait tell us, is that really your name?"

Cristine swallowed hard, and the area got as quiet as it possibly could be and she spoke in the microphone, her voice slightly choking.

"My name is Cricket, and what my boss Antonio Cesaro said was true every single word of it."

Cesaro was beginning to reach the ramp when Cristine had to get out of the ring. Walking behind him her hair covering her face to hide the shame she continued up the ramp.

"Well there you have it folks, You and I just witnessed that Antonio Cesaro is an example of living scum, and how he treats other peo-

"Antonio Cesaro with an attack from behind on Christian!"

"Cesaro sure looks angry. It seems as well he has commanded that Cricket stay up on that ramp."

Cristine watched the confrontation, where Cesaro had the upper lead against Christian, though as Christian lay on the ground he called out to Cricket up on the ramp.

"Do you see what I can do?! This is what happens when you think that you can get friendly with other people! This is wh-

Christian took his time to gain the advantage for only mere seconds when Cesaro has his back turned, though it was a quick escape for Cesaro. Cesaro walked backwards up the ramp in an angry Swiss rampage, taking Cristine's arm as they walked past the screen.

Seconds after they passed shoulders became relaxed and they steadied their breathing. Cristine and Cesaro looked up at each other and embraced for a job well done.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for calling you a cricket."

"No, it's perfectly fine one of my nicknames. So I'm glad you did it."

"There was a reason behind that."

Cristine smiled, and her mind went hazy. She wasn't quite sure with how the segment was supposed to carry out, but all she knew is that she did a pretty good job of it. Smiling up once more at Cesaro, he caught her slightly frowning.

"You alright Cristine?"

"People are so excited to see us, and see this." Crickets gestured between the two of them. "So let's see how long we can take this. How long can we get under the skin of the WWE Universe, under the skin of Christian and the other wrestlers? Let's be a dominant partnership with you being the dominant part and me just taking all the good pictures. I can't tell you how much I have enjoyed your company. Though I can say truthfully and honestly that I hope that this will not be the last time that you and I are partnered together."

"I couldn't agree more with you Cristine, so are you ready for this?"

"Yeah, let's try to get by day by day as partners. Deal?"

Cesaro gripped Cristine's hand and held it in a firm grip, he thought in that moment about this partnership, he remembered the storylines of a wrestler entrance with a camera crew snapping pictures, but this was so much different.

An original idea.

It was a nice partnership between the two of them. They shared ideas, spoke their minds honestly to each other, and traveled together like two peas in a pod. Sure he remembered his partnership with Aksana, she was a wonderful, beautiful, and kind woman, but there was a friendly attractiveness to his partnership with Cristine. Maybe that is because his partnership with Aksana wasn't going to last and people didn't really need it. Though people wanted this to happen, and it seemed that all around everywhere they wanted it to continue. He wanted it to continue.

His fingers' faulted in their grip and Cristine's hand fell from his, immediately a name called to her, and away she went.

"Jay! I haven't seen you in forever! You have been missed!"

"I've been waiting to see you smile like that again!"

Cesaro watched as Cristine was twirled and hugged by Christian. Christian was a good man, but he wanted to know what was going on here.

"How long can I hold out for this."

"How many more weeks before I practically lose everything." Cesaro spoke to himself as he strictly held his Championship belt. The one title that only belonged to him, and no one else deserved that title. The title he was born to have. He looked down at glistening plates seated on a white leather strap. It was so beautiful, and it was all his.

He watched Cristine stand with Christian matching smiles and laughter. He clenched his other fist.

All Cesaro knew was that he was going to miss this, when it finally ended.