Cage Match Blues (EoD WK4 RP 1)
Oct 15, 2020 12:37:43 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2020 12:37:43 GMT -5
Sitting on the seat of one of the very untrustworthy exercise bikes, Dakota was a sweaty mess, roused by the words of one King Brad Swann. He was right and Dakota hadn't even thought about it for a second, she would not be at her peak, fuck, she wasn't at her peak at that moment in time, her beautiful red hair wet and lank against her face as she effectively killed herself on this metal contraption from Hell, a desperate bid to build up some last-minute cardio so that maybe she could at least pace herself, provided Neo James Carner didn't beat her up too bad.
Had she bitten off more than she could chew by allowing herself to be double booked on one show, especially a show in a place well known for its heat, The Philippines? Had her own arrogance finally gotten the better of her? Was this to be her exit from the End of Days tournament, some sacrifice to the self-professed King of the XHF?
She couldn't let doubt creep into her mind, she had defied everybody's prediction, defied all the odds, to get herself this far in the tournament while having to fend off the advances of the Revenants, she wasn't going to go out without a fight, there was no way. First she had to iron out any issues she had with one Cross Recoba, who had been more and more secretive with every day. It wasn't even twenty-four hours since he had gotten really protective over his gym bag, leading her mind to run away with her to places she didn't really want to be, her thoughts threatening to tip her over the edge with paranoia.
Dakota Jennings........” I've seen it all, heard it all, and read it all. Dakota Jennings stands no chance in the cage against King Brad Swann. Maybe it's true, maybe I've gotten in a little over this redhead and now I'm going to be found out. Maybe Mueller was an absolute fluke. That's what they all say, they shit all over my accomplishments the same way they all tried before the match against Mueller. I get it, I mean, I weigh all of one hundred and fifteen pounds, soaking wet. I know that I'm a little sloppy in the ring and I don't always have the best ring awareness when I'm flinging myself around the ring, trying to find some way to outsmart or out maneuver my opponent, anything to set up the DKO”
Dakota was at the desk in the little room that she and Cross were sharing if you could call it a room. Her iPad was recording her and once again, as per usual, she was joined by her constant companion, a bottle of lager. Her red hair was tied in a messy bun and she was wearing a 100% Firecracker tee and a pair of joggers. She looked like she was concentrating and she then took a swig of her can, leaving ruby lipstick on the top of the can as she placed it back down.
Dakota Jennings........”Then Brad himself said it best, I'm not going to be at my peak, I gotta defend the United States Championship just before I face him in a freaking cage. The way this is written can only end in one thing, defeat to Dakota Jennings and another years' wait until I can get back into the End of Days tournament. It's almost like it's The King's birthright to win this tournament.”
Another swig and she smiled again, looking back towards the webcam.
Dakota Jennings........”You all know how I feel about birthrights, right? I've never put much pay to them and although I know this is an uphill battle, if you genuinely think that I am just going to roll over and let you beat me, you're almost as stupid as that crown you wear!
We all know that I'm the underdog in this fight, heck, as I said earlier, everybody and their mother's have written me out of this match, in spite of the fact that I have already beaten solid opponents while having the concern of one Neo James Carner leaning over my shoulder, desperate to remove that US Title from around this waist. But trust me, the underdog position is one that I'm not exactly a stranger to, I mean, pretty much every fight I've had in this company has been against someone who probably outweighs me by at least fifty pounds, if not more on some occasion. Yet I rise to the challenge and even if I don't outright beat them, never before have I laid down for someone and just let them walk all over me, and believe me, King, that doesn't change on Sunday. Win or lose, I'm taking a pound of your flesh. The steel cage is nowhere near my home, in fact, I think that this may be my very first, in my career. The odds are definitely in your favor there but let's not forget, you've got a damaged limb, ask Bloodied Fox what I do when I sense a damaged limb. I'm not against targeting that and please don't fall for any assumption that I am a nice person and i'm out there to get the fans to cheer me as a valiantly fight on. I'm a bitch and I will do anything to advance in this tournament.”
Another sip of her drink as she finished the can in three gulps, walking over to the fridge and grabbing another one.
Dakota Jennings........”I will admit to smiling when you actually complimented me on my two wins, you're probably the only person to do so, but that's where the smiling ends. You've made some really good points in what you've said and I do respect them, but trust me when I say the writing may be on the wall, but I want to ask you a very real question.”
She necked half of the new can, nearly burping before managing to somehow stop herself with a slight giggle.
Dakota Jennings........”What, what is going to be your excuse if I do beat you? Is it the gammy arm? Or perhaps you got some sand from the arena in your eye? Are you going to be the first one to apologize to me for doubting my abilities? Or are you going to sit there in your own piss, making excuses, when a tiny little woman beats you? I would say that maybe after I beat you, you can call me Queen, but then you need to remind yourself that you are no king of mine.”
Pushing the thoughts of Cross Recoba out of her brain for a little while, Dakota's thoughts turned back to the impending threat of King Brad Swann. She had seen his accolades and knew that he meant exactly what he had said regarding her. This was going to be the toughest fights of her life and she wasn't even sure how mentally prepared she would even be for him, should the worst happen and she loses her title, that whole first defense curse thing did seem to carry some weight after all.
Did she even have the mental prowess to even get in the ring with him? The cage was a scary place, she knew that from the matches she'd watched, it wasn't a place where she could just use her speed, she was actually going to be stuck in the thing with a man who was out to prove something, even though he probably didn't need to, he was a proud man and there was no way he was going to let a woman beat him, not in his own event, in a company where he held dominion.
The Philippines were starting to warm on her and she knew that once this stupid pandemic shit was over and if she and Cross were still together at that point, that she was going to have to ask him to return out there with her, on a more personal basis, obviously. For the time being, however, she had to swallow those nerves that were right now threatening to jump out and beat her to death with her own legs.
He could be beaten and she was going to prove it, if she could at first prove it to herself, and if she could only stop the doubt from creeping into her mind as she'd promised herself. She needed some dutch courage, she needed a beer.
Phoning Cross, she waited for about six rings before he answered, he sounded busy.
Dakota Jennings........”Hey babe, you fancy getting a couple of drinks, maybe a quick meal? I need all the energy I can get, two matches sounds a whole lot more daunting when it's only a couple of days away.”
Cross answered in the positive and Dakota smiled, hanging her phone up and making her way into the shower, after all, you couldn't exactly go to dinner wearing the sweaty gym gear she was wearing and you also couldn't go to dinner with hair that looked like somebody had painted a mop orange and placed it on your head.
Had she bitten off more than she could chew by allowing herself to be double booked on one show, especially a show in a place well known for its heat, The Philippines? Had her own arrogance finally gotten the better of her? Was this to be her exit from the End of Days tournament, some sacrifice to the self-professed King of the XHF?
She couldn't let doubt creep into her mind, she had defied everybody's prediction, defied all the odds, to get herself this far in the tournament while having to fend off the advances of the Revenants, she wasn't going to go out without a fight, there was no way. First she had to iron out any issues she had with one Cross Recoba, who had been more and more secretive with every day. It wasn't even twenty-four hours since he had gotten really protective over his gym bag, leading her mind to run away with her to places she didn't really want to be, her thoughts threatening to tip her over the edge with paranoia.
Dakota Jennings........” I've seen it all, heard it all, and read it all. Dakota Jennings stands no chance in the cage against King Brad Swann. Maybe it's true, maybe I've gotten in a little over this redhead and now I'm going to be found out. Maybe Mueller was an absolute fluke. That's what they all say, they shit all over my accomplishments the same way they all tried before the match against Mueller. I get it, I mean, I weigh all of one hundred and fifteen pounds, soaking wet. I know that I'm a little sloppy in the ring and I don't always have the best ring awareness when I'm flinging myself around the ring, trying to find some way to outsmart or out maneuver my opponent, anything to set up the DKO”
Dakota was at the desk in the little room that she and Cross were sharing if you could call it a room. Her iPad was recording her and once again, as per usual, she was joined by her constant companion, a bottle of lager. Her red hair was tied in a messy bun and she was wearing a 100% Firecracker tee and a pair of joggers. She looked like she was concentrating and she then took a swig of her can, leaving ruby lipstick on the top of the can as she placed it back down.
Dakota Jennings........”Then Brad himself said it best, I'm not going to be at my peak, I gotta defend the United States Championship just before I face him in a freaking cage. The way this is written can only end in one thing, defeat to Dakota Jennings and another years' wait until I can get back into the End of Days tournament. It's almost like it's The King's birthright to win this tournament.”
Another swig and she smiled again, looking back towards the webcam.
Dakota Jennings........”You all know how I feel about birthrights, right? I've never put much pay to them and although I know this is an uphill battle, if you genuinely think that I am just going to roll over and let you beat me, you're almost as stupid as that crown you wear!
We all know that I'm the underdog in this fight, heck, as I said earlier, everybody and their mother's have written me out of this match, in spite of the fact that I have already beaten solid opponents while having the concern of one Neo James Carner leaning over my shoulder, desperate to remove that US Title from around this waist. But trust me, the underdog position is one that I'm not exactly a stranger to, I mean, pretty much every fight I've had in this company has been against someone who probably outweighs me by at least fifty pounds, if not more on some occasion. Yet I rise to the challenge and even if I don't outright beat them, never before have I laid down for someone and just let them walk all over me, and believe me, King, that doesn't change on Sunday. Win or lose, I'm taking a pound of your flesh. The steel cage is nowhere near my home, in fact, I think that this may be my very first, in my career. The odds are definitely in your favor there but let's not forget, you've got a damaged limb, ask Bloodied Fox what I do when I sense a damaged limb. I'm not against targeting that and please don't fall for any assumption that I am a nice person and i'm out there to get the fans to cheer me as a valiantly fight on. I'm a bitch and I will do anything to advance in this tournament.”
Another sip of her drink as she finished the can in three gulps, walking over to the fridge and grabbing another one.
Dakota Jennings........”I will admit to smiling when you actually complimented me on my two wins, you're probably the only person to do so, but that's where the smiling ends. You've made some really good points in what you've said and I do respect them, but trust me when I say the writing may be on the wall, but I want to ask you a very real question.”
She necked half of the new can, nearly burping before managing to somehow stop herself with a slight giggle.
Dakota Jennings........”What, what is going to be your excuse if I do beat you? Is it the gammy arm? Or perhaps you got some sand from the arena in your eye? Are you going to be the first one to apologize to me for doubting my abilities? Or are you going to sit there in your own piss, making excuses, when a tiny little woman beats you? I would say that maybe after I beat you, you can call me Queen, but then you need to remind yourself that you are no king of mine.”
Pushing the thoughts of Cross Recoba out of her brain for a little while, Dakota's thoughts turned back to the impending threat of King Brad Swann. She had seen his accolades and knew that he meant exactly what he had said regarding her. This was going to be the toughest fights of her life and she wasn't even sure how mentally prepared she would even be for him, should the worst happen and she loses her title, that whole first defense curse thing did seem to carry some weight after all.
Did she even have the mental prowess to even get in the ring with him? The cage was a scary place, she knew that from the matches she'd watched, it wasn't a place where she could just use her speed, she was actually going to be stuck in the thing with a man who was out to prove something, even though he probably didn't need to, he was a proud man and there was no way he was going to let a woman beat him, not in his own event, in a company where he held dominion.
The Philippines were starting to warm on her and she knew that once this stupid pandemic shit was over and if she and Cross were still together at that point, that she was going to have to ask him to return out there with her, on a more personal basis, obviously. For the time being, however, she had to swallow those nerves that were right now threatening to jump out and beat her to death with her own legs.
He could be beaten and she was going to prove it, if she could at first prove it to herself, and if she could only stop the doubt from creeping into her mind as she'd promised herself. She needed some dutch courage, she needed a beer.
Phoning Cross, she waited for about six rings before he answered, he sounded busy.
Dakota Jennings........”Hey babe, you fancy getting a couple of drinks, maybe a quick meal? I need all the energy I can get, two matches sounds a whole lot more daunting when it's only a couple of days away.”
Cross answered in the positive and Dakota smiled, hanging her phone up and making her way into the shower, after all, you couldn't exactly go to dinner wearing the sweaty gym gear she was wearing and you also couldn't go to dinner with hair that looked like somebody had painted a mop orange and placed it on your head.