Hardcore Debut: Heather Sunderland vs. Krystal Lee

Krystal cringed when she heard Heather's cry in pain. "Ooooh... That didn't sound good," she thought to herself. She tossed the chair to the side as she looked down at the girl. She thought about if the girl could move right now, but she decides that she's gotta try to move the girl to keep things going. It'll end up hurting less in the end afterall, right?

Krystal will slowly stand up to her feet before giving a sigh as she thought about how to move the girl. Krystal will then walk over by the girl's head as she figured out something that just might work, though it won't be the best way to move her... Krystal will try to kick Heahter's shoulder, just hard enough to hopefully roll her onto her back. If Heather ends up rolling how Krystal wants, she will then try to grab the girl's hands and start trying to drag her around the ring to the table that's setup on the outside of the ring. Krystal will be doing it carefully enough to hopefully not cause the girl too much pain along the way, but she will also be moving quickly, hoping to be able to cash in on the girl's state to secure the win.

Heather grits her teeth, trying to hold back any further sounds to give away the pain she's in. It's clear she's way too late in hiding that, and no matter how she tries it will still be obvious, but she still tries to conceal it as much as she can nonetheless. As she is kicked over to her back, a small sound lets out just from moving, reminding her of the state she's in. "Well...I can still pull this out somehow..." She thinks to herself, trying to remain as confident as she can, but it seems her chances are slipping away by the minute.

She is easily dragged around the outside of the ring. Albeit carefully, the movements still cause her small amounts of added pain as the floor, equipped with mats, isn't the smoothest. Heather notices however, that it's still much more smoother than she would have expected. Not being able to put up much of a fight at the moment, let alone think about breaking free, she'll tilt her head back and try and look at Krystal who is dragging her. Putting on the toughest tone of voice she can muster, along with a fake grin, she says to her, "What..are you doing? You shouldn't...be so careful. You know...I wouldn't..do that for you."

She says this, looking to say the least that she can as the vibrations of talking still manage to send a bit of pain through her midsection, also hoping to get some kind of reaction to slow down the advance towards the table, trying to utilize the most time she can to recover even in the slightest.

Krystal almost felt as if she should start whistling a tune or something while dragging the girl. Carefully dragging Heather was a nice distraction from the moderate pain coursing through her own body. She slowed as Heather spoke to her, and she decided to give the words a quick think. She shrugged before looking down and jokingly responding, "I'm baking a cake... What do you think I'm doing?" She knew that she was being overly careful dragging the girl, but Krystal felt a little guilty after driving the chair into her gut like that.

Krystal will give a sigh before quickly looking around to see that she's almost made it around the last corner to get to the table. "Well... In that case, I guess you'd like it rougher..." she will jokingly say before attempting to give both of Heather's arms a good, hard yank in hopes that it'll send a wave of pain down the girl's body. After that, if successful, Krystal will then continue her careful pace since the table's relatively close now and it's not really worth speeding up in her opinion. She'll be starting to feel a little exhausted from the match so far, and she doesn't want to burn out before she can secure the win...

As the dragging continues, Heather starts feeling a little clearer all around, but not very much. The relax time considering the nature of it was nice, although she wouldn't admit that. She lets out a little laugh at Krystal's first comment and does a slight nod. "Well..You're definitely being...delicate enough to bake a cake. Just..so you know though...I'm gonna kick your ass after this."

Then Heather hears Krystal's second response and grins bigger. "Well..I-" She is about to finish her sentence when Krystal yanks her arms. Heather lets out a quick, but loud yell as the yank causes a jolt of pain throughout her body. This causes her grin to completely disappear and she stops making any further comments, keeping her mouth shut for a while.

Krystal was nearing the table after their little exchange. She looked around briefly as she figured out how she wanted to put the girl through the table. "Hmm, probably should just to be safe. She seems to have recovered from me dragging her..." She thought to herself as she stopped the two a few feet from the table. With that, Krystal let go of Heather's arms and decide on how to get the girl up.

Krystal will walk over to Heather's side before leaning over slightly to jokingly tell her, "Enough laying around on the job!" With that, Krystal will raise up one of her legs and try to give a good stomp on Heather's gut to try to keep her somewhat easy to move. If successful, Krystal will then attempt to help Heather up so they're both standing again, and Krystal will try to grab onto Heather's hair and look into the girl's eyes to see if she needs to do more to the girl before moving for the table.

Still silent after the jolt of pain from the tug, Heather is dragged closer while she focuses her thoughts completely on how to recover quicker. There aren't many choices for her now, except to somehow buy some time. However, time was the very thing that was not in her favor at the moment as she was brought closer and closer to the second table, knowing if she were to go through that one, the match was a secure win for Krystal.

Suddenly, at least suddenly for Heather, the drag halted. Hearing Krystal's comment as she leans over her she clicks her tongue. "Sh..Shut up" she manages to get out just before Krystal's stomp landed onto her gut. "Guaaah DAMNIT!" She yells out at the stomp connects. Closing her eyes shut tight in pain, she is then picked up by Krystal who grabs her hair. She opens her eyes slightly with her left one squinting, and stares back at Krystal. "If..you bring me any closer to that table..I promise it'll be you who goes through it" she lets out under weak breaths, trying to sound as intimidating as she can in her current state. She'll then crack a small grin and try to spit a bit of blood out at Krystal's face.

Krystal was about to respond back to her when the girl suddenly spat blood at her face. She barely had time to turn her head so it only splat against her cheek as she glared at Heather with a mix of astonishment and deathly pissed off. "She... really just did that...?" she thought to herself as she brought her hand up to touch the blood on her cheek. She smeared it a bit as she wiped what she could off of her face and onto her hand. Krystal looked at her hand to see the blood on it, and she wasn't too happy with the girl right now.

"Bitch... That was... poor... thinking," Krystal will finally say before she will attempt to give a hard yank backwards of Heather's hair to try to make her stand up a little more. She will then quickly attempt to give her a hard slap across the face with the hand that had the girl's blood on it, which will add a little more to the girl's 'blood mask'. If she succeeds in that, Krystal will try to take advantage of a hopefully suprised Heather to grab the girl's hair with both hands and try to slam her face against the apron of the ring! Krystal will try to hold onto the girl's hair and keep her standing though, obviously a little peeved about having blood spit on her face.

Feeling the glare from Krystal and her anger rise up, Heather puts on a genuine smile. She watches as Krystal wiped the blood off her cheek, and gave a slight nod, as much as she could with her hair still being in Krystal's grasp. After hearing Krystal's comment, she begins to reply "Heh...that's right..good now you get-" she is then cut off by the yank at her hair.

"Ah!! What the hell!" She then feels Krystal's slap across her face and lets out a gasp. A bit shocked, her eyes open wide. Her shocked face then quickly turns to anger as she returns Krystal's glare, only to be pulled by her hair again and then slammed face first into the ring apron. Hitting the apron good, it sends Heather on quite the loop as she puts on a clearly pained expression. Focusing on just remaining conscious, she tries to not let out any audible cries, but can't prevent the small ones that happen as she breathes. She almost falls to the ground but is kept up by Krystal. Her eyes are shut tight with the pain as she faces her, the blood which had stopped by now running again.

Though pissed off, Krystal can't help but wince as Heather's head hit the apron. "Was that really necessary?" she thought to herself as she looked at Heather's state and couldn't help but feel slightly bad about it. However, after that little spit of blood, Krystal wasn't feeling nearly as bad as she was earlier after that chair. She decides that maybe the girl's had just enough to make a move to end the match now...

Krystal will softly comment, "Damn, you look like shit..." before she'll attempt to bring a knee up to hopefully keep Heather out of it for just long enough to secure the win. If successful, Krystal will then attempt to walk Heather over to the table and lay the girl across the middle of the table. Again, if successful in that endeavor, She will then leave Heather's side and slide back into the ring as she will briefly contemplate the method she has chosen to hopefully get this over with...

Heather keeps focusing on her breaths and keeping her state at least manageable as she stands there after the hit to the apron. She hears Krystal's comment clearly, but doesn't bother to respond, knowing not to waste any more that she needs to. As Krystal brings the knee up, it doesn't do Heather any favors, and just solidifies her beaten up state.

She is easily brought over to, and place on the table. As she lays there, a sigh of relief almost comes from her. Lying down feeling like a gift as she doesn't have to focus on keeping her knees from buckling. Adversely, the feeling of lying down makes staying conscious a bit harder, fighting the urge to just pass out on the table as she knows that will only cement her loss. As Krystal slides back into the ring, Heather will look over to where she is, and then back above her. "Oh boy, I really won't have any time to rest. It's just so hard to move and half of me doesn't even want to....Damn this." she thinks to herself, cursing at her own body's state.

Using a small amount of strength, she slowly lifts up her arm and runs it through her hair. Pulling it back, she looks at her hand and sees small signs of blood, noticing that some dripped off her face onto her hair while she lay there. Sighing once more, she looks above her at the lights, hoping that when the time comes she can act before it's all over.