Picture Your Ego Behind Your Belt

Chapter Six

Cricket strolled along the hallways. Something felt so irregular about this, but it didn't take long for her to realize that she was alone. This hasn't been the first time, but she had never felt like this in a long time. She had made herself a routine, but that was gone. Though wasn't this apart of the job description. She knew something like this was going to happen, but it went away so quickly.

"Cricket, I hope you don't mind if I can speak to you for a moment."

Cricket swallowed hard but she didn't need to worry, at least not at that exact moment. Stephanie greeted her. Hands gripping a clipboard, fingers tapping impatiently.

"I am quite pleased with you. Though this is our first official meeting together, it will not be our last meeting I can promise that. I've convinced my father to allow this new storyline to be my new pet project. I've noticed things about you that I would like to fix, and I would like to work with you this week. In your spare time we will film your segments, but you will follow me for the week."

Cricket had no problem with this, it was always good to be critiqued and the face that someone actually cared about her storyline was always a good thing to see.

Stephanie began to walk south, and Cricket followed her. Stephanie stopped behind a woman and her sewing machine.

"Sandra, I've given you a new Diva to work on. If you have any spare time I would like you to talk to her."

"Well. If it's a request from you, I automatically have free time. Who is she."

Cricket slipped forward for Sandra to look at her.

"You. Well I've been expecting you. I've seen you around these part's more than once. It's only my fault I haven't introduced myself to you. Your father and I were good friends. Is he well."

"He is, I will ask him to tell me more about your history."

"Well now that you are acquainted, I hope I can see a rough draft in a little while. If you will excuse me."

Stephanie turned away and Cristine grabbed a metal chair and pulled it up to the seamstress.

"Let's get down to business. You have no attire, but it's good that you wear the same thing most of the time. Do you have any comments, specifically?"

"I don't like skin tight wrestling gear. I've been put into those on many occasions when I was in TNA and it was never a good thing for me."

"Well, that's probably why you wrestle well in just those shorts, but to make you comfortable I'm thinking maybe some nice knee length pants, maybe with a draw string, so you can tie it to your knee."

"What about plenty of pockets and zippers?"

"I mean if that's what you like I can do that, the zippers though are a good idea."

Cricket watched as Sandra was taking everything that she was saying. As Cricket spoke she watched as Sandra dragged her pencil around on paper, sketching out ideas. It might have been the most peaceful conversation about clothes she ever had.

"Ladies. If I may."

It seemed as if Stephanie showed up a lot faster than Cricket would have thought. Casually taking the paper Sandra was drawing up she looked at it. Eyes moving around the paper, her mouth was caught in a smile.

"Sandra this is perfect. If you can work on this as soon as possible it will be a great favor to me. I must take Cricket somewhere else. Come along."

"So far, you've been doing the basics in your wrestling and I know that you were just thrown in the deep end, all of a sudden but I want you to learn how to swim without going back to the shallow end. Do you understand me?"

Cricket slightly nodded her head, as she stood inside an empty ring. Stephanie stood outside the ring casually looking at her clipboard.

"Layla here is going to help us deal with some of your rough edges, and I know you take things up easily, I mean you did work your own promo."

"First thing's first I want to see how long you guys can headlock for."

Cricket learned this trick, and it really helped. She practically had a heavy foot, which allowed to keep her grounding. She could push Layla but she couldn't push Cricket.

Stephanie smiled, and scribbled on her clipboard.

Cricket learned quickly in a week, and she had constant repetition. It was deemed that Cricket's strongest asset to wrestling was her legs. Cricket's whole move set was 70% focused on primary attacks with her legs. Stephanie looked everything over once, twice, before she was satisfied with everything.

"You learn well, and now you can swim and win the race as well."

Cricket smiled and hopped on her feet.

"Get ready for RAW. You have a segment and a match. Sandra should be working on your set of wrestling gear."

"You mean I have more than one?"

"Of course, it's gross if you have to wear the same one every time you wrestle."

Cricket flushed. "Oh, yeah I'm sorry, I forgot about that."

So the WWE wasn't going to quit on Cricket being a photographer, so that's why her segment would be hosted in a dark room, or a makeshift dark room from one of the closets in the arena.

The story goes that Cricket would be working in a dark room and someone that needs to talk to her walks in and etc. They would have to go on from there.

Cricket didn't mind. In fact she was probably in the dark room the whole entire time, even before the segment.

A knock against her door possibly gave the signal that her segment was about to happen. When Cricket peeked through the door she saw the cameras and prepared herself for someone to enter her darkroom.

"Has anyone seen Cricket?!"

"Nope."

"Can anyone tell me if you have seen Cricket?"

"Cricket!"

"Tell me where Cricket is?"

"She is in the dark room, like normal."