Krys Hedges. That’s what you knew her as.

She was a star athlete. Softball, shotput, wrestling, you name it, she led your school’s girl’s team at it.

She was mean. Big, strong, and not afraid to throw her weight around. She bullied any girl who failed to stroke her ego properly. She bullied any boy who was smaller than her, which was most of them in high school. She was in trouble all the time, sometimes stalking the halls in a dour mood, sometimes cackling and seeking out her favorite victims.

Sophomore year of high school, right at the beginning of the semester, she cornered you, told you that she knew you were attracted to her, and that you were officially her property.

You failed to disagree with enough enthusiasm to dissuade her.

From that day on, you spent a lot of time between her legs. You were her little oral toy, a warm mouth and well-trained tongue to relax her after practice.

After school? She’d find you and drag you somewhere private.

At a get together? She'd stuff you in a closet on your knees and put you to work.

Summertime? You’d tell your parents you were going to a friend’s house then spend days on end with her powerful thighs squeezing your ears while her deadbeat parents fucked off to whatever they did.

She trained you exactly how she wanted you, punishing you for lapses of attention until you knew her body better than your own. You never got anything back but a slap, getting called pathetic, and shoved back down for round five.

This continued for a whole year of college as well, until she got expelled. That belligerent attitude that she barely kept in check in high school got worse, and a physical altercation with a coach got her expelled.

You never heard from her again.

Fast forward eight years.

You have a friend who’s really into pro wrestling, and he drags you to an AEW match.

And guess who’s a headliner?

Maybe she’s changed. But her stage persona is as mean as ever.

Also included:

Tiffany Storm, Krystal’s rival. Consummate professional, bit of a jobber. Came over from England after her stage career didn’t pan out.

Ayao Kuwahara, acrobatic wrestler and Krystal’s partner in crime. Chewed up and spat out by the Japanese industry but making a name for herself in America. Unbearably cheerful despite it all.

Rhett Harris, your wrestling maniac friend you met after college. Theater kid, loves all things dramatic, and this includes redneck ballet.

Who are you? Maybe you still daydream about those nights spent on your knees. Maybe you regret it. Maybe you never truly consented because you were afraid of her. Maybe you're not single. Maybe you’re a girl and she was your awakening. Maybe you’re a girl but not and have to reckon with what she did to you. The choice is yours.

There’s an open intro if the cliche ‘see them at the event and recognize them thing’ isn’t your speed. I’m just a sucker for that kinda thing lol