Brackish
By GothicOne

Summary: 18 year old Krystal finally makes her debut, even though she isn't exactly alone. Shes being stalked by someone going under the name od 'La Diabla'.

Will help come when she needs it most? (Taker-OC, Kane-OC, in later chapters: JohnCena-OC, ReyMysterio-OC)

This is a Thought, by the way. Any thing slanted...

Chapter Two - The best things in life drive her to cry...

...No POV here...

Krystal looked around in the darkness, it was there for a second, then the sound of what seemed to be a cat screeching was heard... This confused her, but she shook it off quickly. She had a match to finish.

The chair was thrown out the ring by the referee, Kris gave Clover a DDT, and she was out. Krystal went for the pin...

1...

2...

3!

She had won her debut match... It wasn't as hard as it seemed. Clover probably got the job because she posed for playboy. Or at least it seemed like it...

Clover dusted her skirt off as Krystal walked slowly and cheerfully backstage. This wasn't the end. Clover thought to herself bitterly.

Krystal sighed too herself again.

Wow. I just won. Won... I like that word...

The though of the screeching cat rang through her ears again... What was that?

Maybe if I just go to my room I can think it through... It can't be that difficult...

Well, earlier, I ran into the Undertaker... Well, his entrance is black 'n' all, right? Whatever...

She highly doubted he would help a newbie, but she might as well ask him...

Well, this can't be too hard...

Krystal started getting that nerve-recking feeling, just like she had before her match... Then went looking off for him...

...about 10 minutes later...

Kris was starting to get ticked off... She looked everywhere, where was his damn locker room!

Then she got the most life-threatning idea. (Well, she was really exaggerating...)

Uhm... Kane and Undertaker were brothers... Right?

She decided to look for Kane... How hard could that be?

She kept on looking around... and looking around... Geeze, where the hell are these people...?

Krystal stopped for a minute and went towards the referee that was refereing her match.

"Do you have any clue were Undertaker is?"
"No... sorry."

Krystal paused for a moment...

"What about Kane..?"
"Well, his room is over there."

The ref pointed towards a door that was right next to hers... And Krystal suddenly felt stupid. Very stupid.

"Umm... Thanks. I think."
"No problem..."

She walked up to the door and took ina deep breath... All she was going to do was ask a question, right? Yeah, thats right... As soon as she was going to knock on the door, she saw a glimpse of Clover, so she walked up to her.

"Hey Clover, great match. Besides the part when you were going to hit me with a chair." Krystal said jokingly.
"..." She got no reply from Clover, obviously Clover still was mad about loosing.

Krystal offered her hand and Clover just walked by her to get a soda from the machine near her. Great work in stalling, Kris thought to herself sarcasticly. Back to buisness...

She went up to Kane's door and knocked softly, and got no reply. She did it again, no reply, and she looked back towards the ref who pointed out that room.

"Yo Ref, you sure hes in there?"
"Hes there. Trust me..."

She just decided to open the door again, and he was sitting down in a corner, and he glanced at her and gave her one helluva glare.

"Umm... Do you, like, know where your bro is?" She stuttered around fifteen times while trying to get that out.

He just shrugged and looked back down at the floor, then back up at her.

"Your that newbie, right?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, that blackout during your match wasn't Taker. He left the building ages ago."

The last thing he said made her blink a little. What the hell...

"Then, do you mind explaining who it was?"

He just shrugged.

"Thanks anyway..."

With that she just walked out... Now that wasn't so bad... She thought to herself softly. Gawd, your such a wimp. She thought to herself mockingly. That was something her twin sister, Emily, used to say all the damn time. Thinking about it too much got her pissed.

With that last thought she went into her room, got her bags, and left to the hotel. She had enough shit going on for one day... Well, thats what she thought, untill she got to her hotel room.

Authors Notes: I was listening to Slipknot while writing this... :shrugz: How... inspiring...

:ecco:

(Oh, and if you didn't notice, I changed the chapter titles to match the lyrics of the song, Brackish, by KiTTiE...)