Gray Heroics: Book 1

Criminally Abrasive: Chapter 1

"Uh-oh... What is she doing? What is she doing...!?"

"I don't know, but she's climbing awfully high up, Gorbentasg! Surely she isn't gonna' actually--..." The second commentator trails off as he leans forward in his seat and adjusts his glasses. EVERYONE was on the edge of their seat. Every single individual in the noisy crowd watching in anticipation and cheering to encourage the reckless endangerment on display.

And whom are all eyes currently locking upon? Why, it's none other than the Women's Galactic Heavyweight Champion known famously as Hardy. A woman who's never afraid to chase thrills or headlines of the GWE, Galactic Wrestling Entertainment, highlighted news and hot topics.

Right now, she's climbing up one of the two massive metal joists within the spectator area and nearing the support beam connected to it. 

It's not much longer before the athletic thrill seeker reaches the top and effortlessly hoists herself up to hop onto the thick bar that leads right to the jumbo torn in front of her.

"HAR-DY! HAR-DY! HAR-DY!" 

The crowd cheers the woman on with a relentless chant of her professional name, adding to the adrenaline that fuels her madness and dedication to entertaining every fan out there watching this live pay-per-view match right now.

She looks to be a young woman around the age of 17, given the roundness and softness of her features. Her eyes are a beautiful shimmery bluish-green color, her mildly thick brows sharing a vibrant shade of platinum blonde with the long, thigh-length dutch braids she wears her hair in, and her skin a smooth shade of pale-ish ivory. Her attire consists of a fitted cyan t-shirt that hug her perky C-cup breasts, black fishnet sleeves that nearly reach up to her biceps, as well as black military pants held up by a simple leather belt. Her pants are neatly tucked into a pair of high-top combat boots, a pair of sparkly green earring studs adorn her earlobes, and lastly - a messy remnant of her tribal face painting remains on her skin that sweat and physical action during the match have brought to ruin, though in a rather complimenting savage fashion.

Her overall physique sits between being toned and ripped with a height of 5'7, but still her size belies the unfathomable powerhouse that she is.

"Oh my Lord, I think she actually DOES plan on taking a leap of faith here tonight, Gorbentasg!"

"I think that's pretty obvious by now, Jaskay! Just look at her go as she drinks in the overflowing atmosphere of blood-thirsty fans! They wanna' see her lay the hurt down on her opponent here tonight and we all know that this fascinating daredevil of a woman is all too willing to deliver violence on any given day!" The two commentators express their thoughts in the midst of the blonde far above practically skipping along the support beam like a bubbly high school cheerleader with a nice, big grin plastered across her pretty face. She comes to the end of her skippy journey and casually hops onto the enormous four-sided screen in front of her. She seamlessly shifts from skipping to walking as she moves toward the edge to her right and looks down. Surely enough, her target - her opponent for the night is still lying flat on her back within the hexagon ring below her. Though, it seems to look like it won't be for much longer, given the fact that the woman below was starting to stir from her unconscious state. Even so, Hardy takes her sweet, carefree time setting up for her intent. She extends her right arm and points her fingers vertically at her target while her left hand grips her right bicep. Her eyes squinting as she tilts her head a bit, calculating the precise amount of effort and angle she'll need to hit her mark. Then, she suddenly turns around in the most casual manner.

"Oh, did she get cold feet? It looks like she was just setting up there for a moment." Jaskay comments while using a hand to adjust his glasses.

"Right? Maybe she-- Oh No, here she comes, HERE SHE COMES!"