>>18595082Beaten and bruised, gear torn to shreds and ego shattered to pieces, Masala limps her way back to the locker room.
When Masala had first met the walking corpse in the ring its eyes were devoid of light, devoid of life.
Now there was definitely something there, something that terrified Masala more than words could possibly convey.
How far would Kryptine have gone had those gun toting agents of M.I.N.G.E. or whatever they called themselves been there to subdue her?
Another loss, how many was that now? Masala was a girl of many talents, but counting was not among them.
Neither was reading, so it was more than a little frustrating to find yet another note taped to her locker.
Words of encouragement? A profession of love? A death threat? Masala had no way of knowing.
Perhaps it would be wise to find a trusted acquaintance to read her the notes.
Onigiri maybe? She looked as though she could probably read, and being her older sister she was somewhat obligated to do things for her, right?
Yuck. Masala flung her sopping wet, soiled panties across the locker room right into the open locker of some poor unfortunate wrestler.
Words may not have sufficed to communicate the fear Kryptine was capable of inspiring, but Masala's urine soaked undies told the tale well enough.
Just whose locker was it though?
S O L A F I R E
Masala shrugged, the letters meant nothing to her.
