Post by ☆RISA☆ on Nov 11, 2019 4:16:46 GMT
A loud hollow thump sounds from across the track as the camera crew arrives. It's cold today, but Krystal Kirk can be seen wearing leggings and a sports bra, along with her signature oversized shades, as she bends down, lifting the massive tire with great effort and a loud grunt. The tire slams down again as the large woman gives a roar to flip the tire one last time. She waves at the camera crew as they arrive.
"Come ta see KK doin her thing huh? Well, film all ya want. See dat sand pit in da middle of da field?"
Krystal points to a large sand pit, easily 50 yards long, and just over half the width.
"Dats where KK does her runnin'. Dat or da beach on da lake."
The larger than life personality takes a sip of water from a bottle she has in a kind of holster tied to her lower back.
"See, people think dat KK is all about stunnin wit her looks, but dats only partially true."
She chuckles as she begins to stretch, bending over and touching her toes. She looks up at the cameraman and laughs.
"Dats KK's ass hunny. My eyes are down here."
She stands to her full six feet in height, stretching her back and her arms before beginning to stretch her calves.
"El Sin Rostro is gon be a tricky match for ol' KK. I ain't the most agile girl in da ring. I ain't da quickest either. But I's got stamina fo days. ESR? I haven' faced a lucha gal in awhile, outside of training with Supah Tiggy."
Krystal sits now, reaching and grabbing her toes to stretch her legs.
"But! KK got dat powah hunny. I'm da biggest girl on dis rosta. I outweigh Aura by a solid 15 pounds. I ain' gon go down easy. Rostro bettah bring all she got, cuz KK gon bring it."
Krystal ties her shoes, pushing herself to her feet. She steps into the sand pit, planting her feet.
"We're both havin our debuts in a match for a title opportunity, ESR. May da best woman win. Just know dat I plan on walkin outta Dangerous Games as da numbah one contendah. No hard feelings, an I respect the hell outta ya and ya culture. But KK needs gold hunny, and you're in da way of that."
"Come ta see KK doin her thing huh? Well, film all ya want. See dat sand pit in da middle of da field?"
Krystal points to a large sand pit, easily 50 yards long, and just over half the width.
"Dats where KK does her runnin'. Dat or da beach on da lake."
The larger than life personality takes a sip of water from a bottle she has in a kind of holster tied to her lower back.
"See, people think dat KK is all about stunnin wit her looks, but dats only partially true."
She chuckles as she begins to stretch, bending over and touching her toes. She looks up at the cameraman and laughs.
"Dats KK's ass hunny. My eyes are down here."
She stands to her full six feet in height, stretching her back and her arms before beginning to stretch her calves.
"El Sin Rostro is gon be a tricky match for ol' KK. I ain't the most agile girl in da ring. I ain't da quickest either. But I's got stamina fo days. ESR? I haven' faced a lucha gal in awhile, outside of training with Supah Tiggy."
Krystal sits now, reaching and grabbing her toes to stretch her legs.
"But! KK got dat powah hunny. I'm da biggest girl on dis rosta. I outweigh Aura by a solid 15 pounds. I ain' gon go down easy. Rostro bettah bring all she got, cuz KK gon bring it."
Krystal ties her shoes, pushing herself to her feet. She steps into the sand pit, planting her feet.
"We're both havin our debuts in a match for a title opportunity, ESR. May da best woman win. Just know dat I plan on walkin outta Dangerous Games as da numbah one contendah. No hard feelings, an I respect the hell outta ya and ya culture. But KK needs gold hunny, and you're in da way of that."