Brackish
By GothicOne
Disclaimer: All your WWE is belong to Vince! XD
Summary: 18 year old Krystal finally makes her debut, even though she isn't exactly alone. She is being 'stalked' by someone going under the name of 'La Diabla'.
Will help come when she needs it most? (Taker-OC, Kane-OC, in later chapters: JohnCena-OC, ReyMysterio-OC)

Chapter One - Debut

Krystal's POV

I checked my watch for the hundreth time... Time was going very slowly... I was going to make my debut today, and show the world what Krystal was made of.

Well, my debut was supposed to be a long time ago, but I kept arguing with Vince about the lights. He wanted green on mine (eww) and I wanted blue (can I get a hell yeah!).

So around 2 months later I was finally making my... debut. I hate that word. Its way too nerve recking. They should just call it a match... That way it won't remind you that this would be your... first. I hate that word too...

I looked at the moniter. Kane's match was canceled, because Edge wanted to be a bitch and taunt him. (A/N:I'm a Edgefan, by the way. Take no offense.)Its going to be awesome watching Edge get his ass kicked by Kane at the next Pay-Per-View. Hah.

Wait a minute... MY match was going to be after Kane's. That meant...

Holy SHIT!

My match was next, and I wasn't even ready... SHIT!

I put on my in-ring gear in seconds, and ran out the door. I was wearing a blue strapless top with a heart that had angel wings on the left, while my pants were simple... black with a cut towards the sides. Nothing to plain, nothing too slutty.

I continued running, not really paying attention to nearly knocking down Chris Jericho.

"Sorry!" I yelled at Chris and continued my way before bumping into...

Undertaker.

"He looked really pissed, and as he was about to talk I cut him off in a nice way. Well, atleast I tried.

"Look, I would give a whole 5-hour apology, but I'm making my debut in a minute. Sooo..." I paused for a second.

"Um... I'm reeeealy sorry. Really. Uhm... I gotta run. Catch you later!"

He calmed down after I said sorry and I sighed softly.

Then the lights flickered baby-blue with flashes of black light, and 'Safe' by KiTTiE began morbidly, but then broke into the remix (the KMFDM one) and the lighting ended and small sparkly pyros appeared all around.

I ran out smiling toward the crowd. I was going against a newbie like myself, named Clover. She was a skinny blonde (while myself a curvey, spicy, Puerto Rican. Gotta represent. XP) and despite her sweet name, had a big attitude problem. She came down in a pink top and a slutty pink miniskirt that showed most of her ass.

Why wear it at all?

The match went quickly, she was a very bad wreslter.

But then again, she was eye candy, not sour power. She got ticked off quickly from me blocking her moves, and she went out the ring and got a chair.
...Talk about anger issues...

I was still on the mat, and I looked up just as she was about to hit me, and dropped it right next to my head in fright. My vision was blurry from the suplex she gave me before, (She didn't pull it off right and I landed on my face, hard.) so I winced to see was happening. All I saw was red. Red and darkness...

Wait, thats not right... I rubbed my eyes to see, and my vision got clearer to see...

The lights had gone out.

Authors Note: Thank god thats over. I had to adapt the story to the current storyline, and try to remember the plot over. This been in my head for 3 years, written in my notebook for 1 year (when I was 11), and written just now. (I turned 12 in December) Review, please! The next chapter is going to be surprising, trust me... Well, I don't know whats going on in your heads, so I can't see if it will be surprising... Oh, whatever. Just read it! XD
Yeah, I know, small chapter. This might turn out as a long story, though... Review, please!