Post by ☆RISA☆ on Dec 1, 2019 9:36:27 GMT
Krystal slammed her fists into the bag, heavy strikes causing the chains to creak as she weaved away before throwing two more punches in quick succession.
*WHAM WHAM*
Per KK's request, the old man who owned the gym had closed it for her today so she could focus on her training. No loud mouthed personality, no smiling and shaking hands. This woman wasn't KK. This was Krystal Lynn Kirk. Former collegiate wrestler. Intensity burned in her eyes as she continues to work the bag. She's bigger than Ceithre, but the Wild Fox is most certainly faster. The blonde's heavy fists slam the worn leather as she weaves left and right, circling the old piece of equipment, jabbing and dancing around it as hard rock music blares over the speakers.
-Dis is my opportunity. My chance ta step outta da overly popular shadow my family has cast. Ta break da expectations dat bein dey cousin has put on me.-
KK throws a knee into the bag, followed by two quick elbows. Sweat is pouring from her face, her leggings and sports bra drenched with perspiration.
-I'mma show em. I'mma show dem all.-
KK stepped back, catching the bag with her gloved hands. She let's out a heavy breath as she puts her forehead to the bag.
"Harder den diamonds. Dats me. Krystal Kirk gon win dat damned Battleground Championship. She gon defend dat title agains' anybody. Dat title will be da one ta hold in da WWR, but fast won't mattah none. Cuz KK ain't givin' it up. Ain' NOBODY can beat KK when she in da zone... and right now? KK in da mo' fuckin' Danger Zone!"
Krystal wiped her brow, took a drink from her water bottle before she knuckled up, the quiet of the gym exploding as the blonde restarted her workout, fists slamming into the faded leather as the camera slowly fades to black.
*WHAM WHAM*
Per KK's request, the old man who owned the gym had closed it for her today so she could focus on her training. No loud mouthed personality, no smiling and shaking hands. This woman wasn't KK. This was Krystal Lynn Kirk. Former collegiate wrestler. Intensity burned in her eyes as she continues to work the bag. She's bigger than Ceithre, but the Wild Fox is most certainly faster. The blonde's heavy fists slam the worn leather as she weaves left and right, circling the old piece of equipment, jabbing and dancing around it as hard rock music blares over the speakers.
-Dis is my opportunity. My chance ta step outta da overly popular shadow my family has cast. Ta break da expectations dat bein dey cousin has put on me.-
KK throws a knee into the bag, followed by two quick elbows. Sweat is pouring from her face, her leggings and sports bra drenched with perspiration.
-I'mma show em. I'mma show dem all.-
KK stepped back, catching the bag with her gloved hands. She let's out a heavy breath as she puts her forehead to the bag.
"Harder den diamonds. Dats me. Krystal Kirk gon win dat damned Battleground Championship. She gon defend dat title agains' anybody. Dat title will be da one ta hold in da WWR, but fast won't mattah none. Cuz KK ain't givin' it up. Ain' NOBODY can beat KK when she in da zone... and right now? KK in da mo' fuckin' Danger Zone!"
Krystal wiped her brow, took a drink from her water bottle before she knuckled up, the quiet of the gym exploding as the blonde restarted her workout, fists slamming into the faded leather as the camera slowly fades to black.