Heavy is the head that wears the crown (EoD Wk 4 RP #2)
Oct 16, 2020 12:49:42 GMT -5
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She'd never seen a cage before, let alone been in one. This thing was impressive and scary at the same time. It scared her, it scared her to the same level as her opponent, King Brad Swann. This was the match of her lifetime, this was the match that would make her stand out to everybody, no matter what the result.
She knew what the stakes were, she had Neo James Carner in her first match and then the bars that she now touched, would descend and confine her to a prison with a man that many classed as one of the best in the XHF. She knew that now more than ever, she needed to show exactly what the fuck she was about and she needed to do it with gusto.
But she knew better. This time there would be no kick to the face that rendered her unconscious, there would be no ridicule that she couldn't get the job done. She was a far different woman now and the octagon had only taught her a little of that. Life with Cross Recoba had taught her many things, namely that to actually get things out of life, sometimes, you had to be mean, even if you didn't want to. It was the mean streak that had caused her ex-boyfriend to suddenly not be able to cheat again with the little slut with the broken nose.
It was the mean streak in her that had caused her to abandon her friend at Valor, the mean streak that caused her to finally team with her boyfriend as ReKota and win the VPW Chimera Tag Team Championships. It was the mean streak that would cause her to debut in the AWF full of “piss and vinegar.” and then go on to beat Graysie Parker in her debut match, the first-ever all-female match in the AWF.
It was the mean streak that would cause Dakota to smash Tommy Strychnine's guitar in what was merely a message.
It was the mean streak that would cause the slow and systematic breakdown of Bloodied Fox en route to her first championship reign with the AWF, United States Champion.
This mean streak would carry on throughout the End of Days tournament as she laid waste to Misha Valentine and then James Mueller but she knew, looking up at the cage that the mean streak would have to supplement to a new kind of offense. King Brad Swann would bring a whole new challenge because he was the very best of the best.
Step by step, she climbed up the cage before she reached the top....Then, she soared.
Cleithrophobia
The fear of being trapped.
Dakota Jennings........” So, the cards are drawn, both The King, Brad Swann and now Neo James Carner have stated their cases as to how they think they're going to beat me. I'm left full of doubt again and I cannot help but feel that I have made a massive mistake in allowing myself to be booked in back to back matches. I know that I can fight, that much is obvious, otherwise, I would not be in the semi-finals of this fucking tournament, but let's be honest with ourselves for a second here. I am trapped, I am backed into a corner, more so by Brad Swann, who is a multi-time champion across different brands here. It's impressive and I cannot help but feel intimidated by the whole lot. After all, everybody has already counted me out, so it's only right that I feel a little scared, I feel like a trapped animal.”
Dakota is sat in front of a handi-cam, to her back is a simple background and in her left hand is the all too familiar can of Budweiser, in her right is the United States Championship. Things are just a tad different this time around as there is no desk in sight, no hoodie, no joggers, just a redhead clad in her wrestling gear, this time in gold with the word Dakota, in black, embossed on her chest. To her left is the all too familiar DKO Chair and to her right is what looks like a gym bag.
Dakota Jennings........” Except, you know what they say about a trapped animal? Don't venture too close because when an animal feels that threatened they tend to bite. They tend to fight back until the very last breath is taken from them and believe me, Bradley, I am going to fight until my last breath. I've heard you talk and talk and talk about how you're going to spike my head to the canvas with the, what was it you called it? Fine Ending? You're going to sap my blood against those steel chains? You better make sure to keep those promises because trust me when I say, you better put me the fuck down. If you think you have any chance of progressing in that tournament, you'd fucking better destroy me because all the while there's passion in this heart and venom in these veins, I will keep coming at you until you put me the fuck down!”
She necks a third of the can, her ruby lips leaving a mark on the neck of the can as she wipes an errant strand of hair from her eyes, looking steadfast at the camera.
Dakota Jennings........”I can't see you doing it though. I think there's this air of complacency about you. I spoke earlier about this supposed birthright you think you have, that you are destined to win this tournament for years to come, you are the Golden Boy. But underneath it all, isn't there this shred of doubt from you that if you don't do it this time, you'll have the knowledge that the King got his balls torn off by a girl? You give it the high and mighty while you have servants to blow smoke up your ass on the constant but underneath it all, isn't there this scared little boy who has been handed so much that he perhaps fears having it all taken away one day? The beauty of a tournament like this is that everybody has a chance. From someone like a Misha Constantine all the way to an Adrien Cochrane, everybody has a chance.....Until they supposedly reach you, that is.”
Another sip as a shit-eating grin is suddenly present on her features.
Dakota Jennings........” You're the King elect, nothing more. Trust me Bradley, a fancy crown does not make you a King, maybe a King in your own mind, perhaps....But nothing more. According to your records, you have five championship reigns and I won't lie, they're all impressive and they've taken you since 2017 to achieve that accolade....I've been here six months and I'm already AWF United States Champion. I was part of the very first all women's match and I'm a semi-finalist in a tournament that by all rights, people predicted I'd be out in the very first round, all very simple accomplishments and most that one would laugh at, compared to your record. But you have to ask yourself, if after six months I'm already in a ring with you, after eliminating Misha Constantine and James Mueller, you have to begin to wonder what am I gonna be capable of after Twelve months? Eighteen months? Your star has peaked, mine is still very much on the rise. You have to be looking at yourself and thinking, holy shit, AWF has a star who could beat me, could take my golden crown. Me personally, I'd do what everyone wants to do, which is to take that crown and stamp on the damned thing, destroy the very object that makes you think you're a King. You're just a man, Bradley, and trust me when I say, you can and will be beaten and it will be by the three most dangerous letters in not only the AWF but the XHF.”
She mimes with her fingers the silhouette of the initials DKO.
Dakota Jennings........” You know what, Bradley? After all this, I don't think it is I who should be the frightened animal backed into the corner, I think it should be you. Question is, can you bite, or are you just going to sit there and whimper? I am going to say now that if I even hear the slightest whimper from you, I am going to take you by your neck......I'm going to look out at the crowd as they boo me and then I'm going to drop you in the middle of that cage with the DKO, then I'm going to climb up the thing, soaking in the despair of your subjects as I advance to the Finals of the End of Days tournament....Then as I smirk, I'm going to wipe the blood from my forehead and I am going to look at it as the first mark of attrition in my journey to becoming the Queen of The XHF.”
She knew what the stakes were, she had Neo James Carner in her first match and then the bars that she now touched, would descend and confine her to a prison with a man that many classed as one of the best in the XHF. She knew that now more than ever, she needed to show exactly what the fuck she was about and she needed to do it with gusto.
But she knew better. This time there would be no kick to the face that rendered her unconscious, there would be no ridicule that she couldn't get the job done. She was a far different woman now and the octagon had only taught her a little of that. Life with Cross Recoba had taught her many things, namely that to actually get things out of life, sometimes, you had to be mean, even if you didn't want to. It was the mean streak that had caused her ex-boyfriend to suddenly not be able to cheat again with the little slut with the broken nose.
It was the mean streak in her that had caused her to abandon her friend at Valor, the mean streak that caused her to finally team with her boyfriend as ReKota and win the VPW Chimera Tag Team Championships. It was the mean streak that would cause her to debut in the AWF full of “piss and vinegar.” and then go on to beat Graysie Parker in her debut match, the first-ever all-female match in the AWF.
It was the mean streak that would cause Dakota to smash Tommy Strychnine's guitar in what was merely a message.
It was the mean streak that would cause the slow and systematic breakdown of Bloodied Fox en route to her first championship reign with the AWF, United States Champion.
This mean streak would carry on throughout the End of Days tournament as she laid waste to Misha Valentine and then James Mueller but she knew, looking up at the cage that the mean streak would have to supplement to a new kind of offense. King Brad Swann would bring a whole new challenge because he was the very best of the best.
Step by step, she climbed up the cage before she reached the top....Then, she soared.
Cleithrophobia
The fear of being trapped.
Dakota Jennings........” So, the cards are drawn, both The King, Brad Swann and now Neo James Carner have stated their cases as to how they think they're going to beat me. I'm left full of doubt again and I cannot help but feel that I have made a massive mistake in allowing myself to be booked in back to back matches. I know that I can fight, that much is obvious, otherwise, I would not be in the semi-finals of this fucking tournament, but let's be honest with ourselves for a second here. I am trapped, I am backed into a corner, more so by Brad Swann, who is a multi-time champion across different brands here. It's impressive and I cannot help but feel intimidated by the whole lot. After all, everybody has already counted me out, so it's only right that I feel a little scared, I feel like a trapped animal.”
Dakota is sat in front of a handi-cam, to her back is a simple background and in her left hand is the all too familiar can of Budweiser, in her right is the United States Championship. Things are just a tad different this time around as there is no desk in sight, no hoodie, no joggers, just a redhead clad in her wrestling gear, this time in gold with the word Dakota, in black, embossed on her chest. To her left is the all too familiar DKO Chair and to her right is what looks like a gym bag.
Dakota Jennings........” Except, you know what they say about a trapped animal? Don't venture too close because when an animal feels that threatened they tend to bite. They tend to fight back until the very last breath is taken from them and believe me, Bradley, I am going to fight until my last breath. I've heard you talk and talk and talk about how you're going to spike my head to the canvas with the, what was it you called it? Fine Ending? You're going to sap my blood against those steel chains? You better make sure to keep those promises because trust me when I say, you better put me the fuck down. If you think you have any chance of progressing in that tournament, you'd fucking better destroy me because all the while there's passion in this heart and venom in these veins, I will keep coming at you until you put me the fuck down!”
She necks a third of the can, her ruby lips leaving a mark on the neck of the can as she wipes an errant strand of hair from her eyes, looking steadfast at the camera.
Dakota Jennings........”I can't see you doing it though. I think there's this air of complacency about you. I spoke earlier about this supposed birthright you think you have, that you are destined to win this tournament for years to come, you are the Golden Boy. But underneath it all, isn't there this shred of doubt from you that if you don't do it this time, you'll have the knowledge that the King got his balls torn off by a girl? You give it the high and mighty while you have servants to blow smoke up your ass on the constant but underneath it all, isn't there this scared little boy who has been handed so much that he perhaps fears having it all taken away one day? The beauty of a tournament like this is that everybody has a chance. From someone like a Misha Constantine all the way to an Adrien Cochrane, everybody has a chance.....Until they supposedly reach you, that is.”
Another sip as a shit-eating grin is suddenly present on her features.
Dakota Jennings........” You're the King elect, nothing more. Trust me Bradley, a fancy crown does not make you a King, maybe a King in your own mind, perhaps....But nothing more. According to your records, you have five championship reigns and I won't lie, they're all impressive and they've taken you since 2017 to achieve that accolade....I've been here six months and I'm already AWF United States Champion. I was part of the very first all women's match and I'm a semi-finalist in a tournament that by all rights, people predicted I'd be out in the very first round, all very simple accomplishments and most that one would laugh at, compared to your record. But you have to ask yourself, if after six months I'm already in a ring with you, after eliminating Misha Constantine and James Mueller, you have to begin to wonder what am I gonna be capable of after Twelve months? Eighteen months? Your star has peaked, mine is still very much on the rise. You have to be looking at yourself and thinking, holy shit, AWF has a star who could beat me, could take my golden crown. Me personally, I'd do what everyone wants to do, which is to take that crown and stamp on the damned thing, destroy the very object that makes you think you're a King. You're just a man, Bradley, and trust me when I say, you can and will be beaten and it will be by the three most dangerous letters in not only the AWF but the XHF.”
She mimes with her fingers the silhouette of the initials DKO.
Dakota Jennings........” You know what, Bradley? After all this, I don't think it is I who should be the frightened animal backed into the corner, I think it should be you. Question is, can you bite, or are you just going to sit there and whimper? I am going to say now that if I even hear the slightest whimper from you, I am going to take you by your neck......I'm going to look out at the crowd as they boo me and then I'm going to drop you in the middle of that cage with the DKO, then I'm going to climb up the thing, soaking in the despair of your subjects as I advance to the Finals of the End of Days tournament....Then as I smirk, I'm going to wipe the blood from my forehead and I am going to look at it as the first mark of attrition in my journey to becoming the Queen of The XHF.”