Brutally Honest

Today we find ourselves at a bar of some kind. Why? Because we were invited by the blonde sitting opposite to us at this table as near her are a few empty cocktail glasses. Yet, as if noticing us trying to count the empty drinks and not wanting us to know the exact number, Krystal begins to speak up.

“I made my wrestling debut not too long ago and, to be brutally honest, I think that I’ve been relatively shitty so far.”

A soft sigh leaves Krystal’s lips as a waiter comes along and places down a bright blue cocktail in front of the Englishwoman. Though instead of drinking it straight away the Manchester native grabs the end of the straw and stirs said liquor.

“Don’t get me wrong, I've made some amazing friends, even if one would probably not want me to imbibe too much, and have had my generous share of fun…but…other than lasting a lot longer than what many expect during my debut at the CruiserHavoc rumble…I’ve hardly done anything except for one simple thing…losing…a lot. Well to be fair it was only three times, including my debuting match, but the right amount of momentum can turn a couple raindrops into an absolute storm. And unfortunately this storm hasn't gone in the direction that I would desire it to go.”

Krystal admits with a soft sigh before downing half of the beverage in front of her. The rapid pace of such a manner is quite alarming…and so is the fact that she doesn’t seem at all affected by the alcohol. Past experience perhaps?

“Well momentum is like a pendulum, which can easily swing from one way to the other, and the good news is that I clearly must have impressed somebody well enough to be in this Women’s Championship qualifier. Which itself means that if I obtain my first victory then I could end up becoming Women’s Champion…the bad news is that I’d need to overcome the likes of Kitsumi to get that first victory. Not only is she more experienced than me but is also one who knows how to win a multitude of matches. Hell, the fact that she once held a Championship makes it more than obvious that Kitsumi holds more of an edge over me…as well as…well…”

She slumps her shoulders lightly.

“She just creeps me out. The way she speaks, acts and even the type of smile she makes just send shivers down my spine.”

Miss Hale actually shivered in front of us right after finishing her words and seemingly needed a sip of her drink to calm her nerves before returning her attention to us.

“But cowards don’t win wars, soldiers do and I’ll have to soldier on through her. She has an experience edge and has tasted great victories…but that won’t stop me. I’ll strike her down with all I’ve got, for while she may see this match as another chance of success…this match means so much more to me. This match is no tale of is this former Tag Team Champion better solo than she could as a team?’ Nonono. The story of this match is can I, the over forty year old bitch, hang with the younger, more mobile, generation? Am I, the Six Foot Thunderbolt, able to do what she loves in the form of wrestling? And is Krystal Halestorm worthy of competing in Action Wrestling? So, if you’re watching this Kitsumi, you’ll have to understand that I have to…no…”

Krystal lifts her glass up to finish the last of her drink before slamming it back down on the table with a much more serious look in her now focused eyes.

“That I NEED to win this match…and there is no limit to what I am willing to do to achieve my first victory.”

Sharply leaves the Englishwoman’s lips as she stares directly at us before getting up from her seat and leaving our point of view. The moment we tried to get up however a waiter was quick to show up and place a bill down in front of us. Did she invite us here to pay for her binge?