Tick Tick Boom (EoD Finals RP #1)
Oct 22, 2020 14:00:37 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer and mosler like this
Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2020 14:00:37 GMT -5
PROLOGUE:
Everything had gone into autopilot for the thirty-one-year-old “Firecracker” after the steel chair and then the second Fine Ending. The only thing she had consciously noted was that her hair and now seemingly face had adopted what the pros called The Crimson Mask.
Dragging herself along the canvas, she could feel a change and she wasn't sure what it was, all she knew was that the noise was deafening, almost like the assembled crowd, who she could have sworn were only in their hundreds, sensed a seismic shift in the building and were now willing her along. She had felt it steadily rise since the opening to her ill-fated match against The ReVenants (It might as well have been, given how she had coughed up her title, the curse still very much alive.) but now it was at fever pitch, it was like these very fans were giving her the energy to drag herself to the cage door and subsequently the floor, winning her the match in what could only be described as pure brutality
Laying on the floor, she had her Grinch moment, not only was she enjoying the rapture of the crowd, she was feeding off of it and she smiled, making a point to tell Brad Swann exactly what she thought of him, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. Then Cross is there, lifting her up gently before raising her arm. The smile is a shit-eating one that escapes her face, but this time, she means it, the fans deserve that smile, after all, it was them willing her on.
Dakota Jennings........”Babe, I think I might need a shower.” She said with a smirk as Cross frowned at her.
They made their way through to the Gorilla area where one of the backstage announcers essentially pounced on a very weary Dakota Jennings. Cross went to speak for her, but Dakota just nodded.
Miss Jennings, what an eventful night, losing the United States Championship in very controversial circumstances, all the way to one hell of a redemption, beating King Brad Swann in a vicious mat that has left you bleeding, I have to ask a silly question, how do you feel?
Rage built up in Dakota at what was a harmless question, but still pretty infuriating, like a scab had just been picked off, one that definitely wasn't ready to be picked off. The pretty redhead kept her calm though, choosing to focus her rage on the intended victims who deserved it.
Dakota Jennings........” Seth Dillinger and his band of Merry Men will have to wait until the next Prestige to find out why you don't cross The Redheaded Bombshell, but first, let me ask you a question.”
The announcer handed the microphone over to Dakota with no question, even she knew that a pissed-off redhead was somebody you just didn't trifle with.
Dakota Jennings........” I have been saying from the get-go in this tournament, that I would be in that final, I told Misha Constantine, I told James Mueller and I told that false king who's still sat out in the ringside area, wondering what the fuck just happened. Now I'm telling Pepe Morales, the End of Days tournament is mine. See, in stripping away the distraction of defending the US Title, Neo James Carner has helped me to just see clearer in this tournament. I have no distractions now. I should thank him for that, really, but I'll get him some roses next week, with a lead pipe in them. Pepe Morales, AWF, XHF.......Are you taking me seriously now?”
Handing the microphone back to the announcer, Dakota flipped off the cameraman with a smile and then disappeared into her locker room, Cross Recoba in tow.
Dakota Jennings........”Revenge. It seems to be a common theme lately. I want revenge on those idiotic bastards for leaving me without one prized possession, Bloodied Fox wants revenge on Seth Dillinger and I will bet my ass that Adam Sanders wants revenge on Pepe Morales. Sadly, he got a lot banged up and even got stabbed and set on fire so, Morales, you know what that means, right?”
A slightly darker room than normal gave off an eerie atmosphere that the redhead had yet to really adopt, yet. Clad in a black hoodie, this time with the hood pulled over her head, red hair flailing out from each side of it, a pair of cycle shorts finishing the combo and her lips painted a dark shade of red. In her right hand was the all too familiar can of Budweiser and in her left was her trusty sidekick, the DKO custom chair. Opening the can, she took a sip and then continued.
Dakota Jennings........” Leave it up to me to get that revenge. See, I feel no love lost for Adam whatsoever, in fact, I don't really like many people at all, but after what very nearly happened to me at the hands of the false king, when he went at me with a fucking sword, I have made a promise that psychopaths like you, Morales, don't belong in this sport, let alone an XHF ring! I mean, I thought I was evil, taking chairs to people's heads, but Jesus, you make Patrick Bateman look normal!”
She took another sip of the can, pulling the hood off, revealing the stitches from the injury she sustained at the hands of King Brad Swann. Poking it, she winced at the pain that still emanated from it.
Dakota Jennings........” I went through Hell in that cage, shortly after getting well and truly screwed over because of my own stupidity. That bastard tried to kill me and he came fucking close. Now I don't know too much about you, Morales and to be honest, I don't care, but if you seriously think that you can sit back and claim that this tournament is yours, you are very fucking wrong, pal. I went through too much in this tournament, from nearly losing at The Floor is Lava, to getting my head nearly caved in and losing a shit ton of blood in the process. Hell, the only thing I haven't done in this tournament yet is do a duet Broadway style! I went through all of that to call myself the winner of the End of Days tournament, not to be an also-ran.”
Another sip of the can and Dakota smiled, making a satisfied “ahh” noise as she finished off the can in three more swallows.
Dakota Jennings........” Something happened at Fright Night, Morales, something that I never could have predicted. The fans started to show their appreciation for the effort that I have put into not only this tournament but into my whole career since joining the AWF and do you know something? It was never something I would have even thought I'd enjoy, but this rush has been forming since the opening days of this tournament when they began to realize that I was not just this flash-in-the-pan fluke. It is something that you will soon realize too, Morales.”
Disappearing for a second, she walked over to the fridge and got another beer out. What had started out as a slight alcohol problem was now beginning to define her as a person, it wasn't something she was going to stop doing either, it was her edge and she was happy to walk it. Smiling again in front of the camera, she cracked open the can and took a massive mouthful of it.
Dakota Jennings........” I'm certain that, much like everyone else, you assumed you were going to be facing Swann in this match and I know that a lot of people lost money on that bet, which I would apologize for, if I gave a shit, but the fact is, here we are Morales, you face down The Firecracker in the finals of this tournament and it's in a match that I should be scared of. The idea alone of being closed and trapped in a casket is enough, I'm sure I even spoke of the fear of being trapped when I last spoke to Brad Swann. The idea of then being trapped in it and it exploding is one that should fill a heart with fear.
Does it fill your heart with fear, Morales? Surely even you have to be intimidated by it all. Knowing that in a few short days, you face off against a Firecracker that has an army of thousands behind her. You face off against the one true wildcard in this tournament, the female everybody predicted was going to go out first round, the little fucking engine that could! Personally, I'm too determined now to be scared, because believe me when I say that I did not come this far in this tournament to wind up as part of Patrick Bateman's Barbecue Bonanza.”
She took another sip of the can, once again, a big gulp of the amber fluid as she gave another satisfied ahh.
Dakota Jennings........” If you have anyone dear to your heart, make sure to hug them extra tight on Saturday, tell them you love them, and make sure to tuck them tight in bed because come Sunday at End of Days, I'm coming for my pound of flesh and believe me, I'm going to change your life.”
With this, she clicked the remote off on the iPad, the screen fading to black as she finished the last of the can off before going to the fridge again and getting herself another two cans. That was when the audible click went off on her phone, a notification.
It was a text message from Cross, asking her if she'd seen the number of hits on her cage match win, and subsequent face turn. She quickly thumbed a reply saying that, no she hadn't but she was sat at the desk, and would he be seeing him within the next hour, she was going to cook dinner.
The reply came back as a “Yes, love you x” and Dakota loaded up the Youtube app and was shocked to find that the video of her winning the cage match had nearly double the hits of her heel turn on Vannah White, after not even a week! There were such colorful comments as:
Firecrackerforever1982- OMG, I knew she could do it. Proud to say I stuck by her in her Valor days! #chairwoman
VirtualWaster- I've never seen her bleed like that, woman's got bigger balls than most men, I swear!
Then, of course, there was the reply to that, calling Dakota a man as she had supposed big balls and no tits, and the redhead actually giggle snorted, nearly coughing a mouthful of Budweiser out. Using her personal Youtube account, she replied to this comment herself, just putting a quick “LOL” and then she had a look through most of her older videos. The ones from her days as one half of #Trendsetters were still ticking over on likes, particularly the video where she was last a babyface, Denmark in the holiday season. The ones where she adopted the Chairwoman gimmick were still picking up a few like reactions but the few from where she had won the US Championship and then entered the End of Days tournament were racking up massive numbers. She opened a can and basically drank the whole thing in one, the shock hitting her like a freight train.
Taking the other can into the kitchen with her, she began preparing a meal. For some reason, she had the biggest hankering for a Thai so her contribution to dinner this evening would be Thai Green Curry and Cross had been given instruction to get some Spring Rolls if he could find them. She'd promised him that she would watch The Godfather with him as even her father had questioned her as to why she'd never seen it and it was getting beyond silly now that it had taken her so long to watch a movie that so many classed as an instant classic.
Two hours later, their dinner had been eaten and Dakota now felt a little better, having decided to drink four lagers without actually lining her stomach beforehand. Cross hadn't helped with buying champagne to congratulate her on nearly getting her head cut off by the Goblin King and that had gone straight to her head and she now had to concentrate on a masterpiece as Cross had so eloquently put it.
Laying her legs across his lap, they made do with the far less than luxury excuse of a sofa that occupied the little hotel room they were staying at and Cross pressed play. As the trailers played, he took his chance to tease her, his mocking tone evident. He was after something.
Cross Recoba........” You know, I thought you'd turn real ugly with stitches in your head, but you know missus, you scrub up well.” He said with a laugh. Dakota shot him a look that could kill a rhinoceros, but it didn't stop the shit-eating grin that was currently etched on his face.
Dakota Jennings........”If you're looking to get laid tonight, Mr. Recoba, you are not going the right way about it.”
He ran his hand down her leg and suddenly, all thoughts of him not getting laid went straight out of Dakota's head.
Dakota Jennings........”Just watch the film, you pervert.” She teased him with a smile as the movie started.
Everything had gone into autopilot for the thirty-one-year-old “Firecracker” after the steel chair and then the second Fine Ending. The only thing she had consciously noted was that her hair and now seemingly face had adopted what the pros called The Crimson Mask.
Dragging herself along the canvas, she could feel a change and she wasn't sure what it was, all she knew was that the noise was deafening, almost like the assembled crowd, who she could have sworn were only in their hundreds, sensed a seismic shift in the building and were now willing her along. She had felt it steadily rise since the opening to her ill-fated match against The ReVenants (It might as well have been, given how she had coughed up her title, the curse still very much alive.) but now it was at fever pitch, it was like these very fans were giving her the energy to drag herself to the cage door and subsequently the floor, winning her the match in what could only be described as pure brutality
Laying on the floor, she had her Grinch moment, not only was she enjoying the rapture of the crowd, she was feeding off of it and she smiled, making a point to tell Brad Swann exactly what she thought of him, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. Then Cross is there, lifting her up gently before raising her arm. The smile is a shit-eating one that escapes her face, but this time, she means it, the fans deserve that smile, after all, it was them willing her on.
Dakota Jennings........”Babe, I think I might need a shower.” She said with a smirk as Cross frowned at her.
They made their way through to the Gorilla area where one of the backstage announcers essentially pounced on a very weary Dakota Jennings. Cross went to speak for her, but Dakota just nodded.
Miss Jennings, what an eventful night, losing the United States Championship in very controversial circumstances, all the way to one hell of a redemption, beating King Brad Swann in a vicious mat that has left you bleeding, I have to ask a silly question, how do you feel?
Rage built up in Dakota at what was a harmless question, but still pretty infuriating, like a scab had just been picked off, one that definitely wasn't ready to be picked off. The pretty redhead kept her calm though, choosing to focus her rage on the intended victims who deserved it.
Dakota Jennings........” Seth Dillinger and his band of Merry Men will have to wait until the next Prestige to find out why you don't cross The Redheaded Bombshell, but first, let me ask you a question.”
The announcer handed the microphone over to Dakota with no question, even she knew that a pissed-off redhead was somebody you just didn't trifle with.
Dakota Jennings........” I have been saying from the get-go in this tournament, that I would be in that final, I told Misha Constantine, I told James Mueller and I told that false king who's still sat out in the ringside area, wondering what the fuck just happened. Now I'm telling Pepe Morales, the End of Days tournament is mine. See, in stripping away the distraction of defending the US Title, Neo James Carner has helped me to just see clearer in this tournament. I have no distractions now. I should thank him for that, really, but I'll get him some roses next week, with a lead pipe in them. Pepe Morales, AWF, XHF.......Are you taking me seriously now?”
Handing the microphone back to the announcer, Dakota flipped off the cameraman with a smile and then disappeared into her locker room, Cross Recoba in tow.
Dakota Jennings........”Revenge. It seems to be a common theme lately. I want revenge on those idiotic bastards for leaving me without one prized possession, Bloodied Fox wants revenge on Seth Dillinger and I will bet my ass that Adam Sanders wants revenge on Pepe Morales. Sadly, he got a lot banged up and even got stabbed and set on fire so, Morales, you know what that means, right?”
A slightly darker room than normal gave off an eerie atmosphere that the redhead had yet to really adopt, yet. Clad in a black hoodie, this time with the hood pulled over her head, red hair flailing out from each side of it, a pair of cycle shorts finishing the combo and her lips painted a dark shade of red. In her right hand was the all too familiar can of Budweiser and in her left was her trusty sidekick, the DKO custom chair. Opening the can, she took a sip and then continued.
Dakota Jennings........” Leave it up to me to get that revenge. See, I feel no love lost for Adam whatsoever, in fact, I don't really like many people at all, but after what very nearly happened to me at the hands of the false king, when he went at me with a fucking sword, I have made a promise that psychopaths like you, Morales, don't belong in this sport, let alone an XHF ring! I mean, I thought I was evil, taking chairs to people's heads, but Jesus, you make Patrick Bateman look normal!”
She took another sip of the can, pulling the hood off, revealing the stitches from the injury she sustained at the hands of King Brad Swann. Poking it, she winced at the pain that still emanated from it.
Dakota Jennings........” I went through Hell in that cage, shortly after getting well and truly screwed over because of my own stupidity. That bastard tried to kill me and he came fucking close. Now I don't know too much about you, Morales and to be honest, I don't care, but if you seriously think that you can sit back and claim that this tournament is yours, you are very fucking wrong, pal. I went through too much in this tournament, from nearly losing at The Floor is Lava, to getting my head nearly caved in and losing a shit ton of blood in the process. Hell, the only thing I haven't done in this tournament yet is do a duet Broadway style! I went through all of that to call myself the winner of the End of Days tournament, not to be an also-ran.”
Another sip of the can and Dakota smiled, making a satisfied “ahh” noise as she finished off the can in three more swallows.
Dakota Jennings........” Something happened at Fright Night, Morales, something that I never could have predicted. The fans started to show their appreciation for the effort that I have put into not only this tournament but into my whole career since joining the AWF and do you know something? It was never something I would have even thought I'd enjoy, but this rush has been forming since the opening days of this tournament when they began to realize that I was not just this flash-in-the-pan fluke. It is something that you will soon realize too, Morales.”
Disappearing for a second, she walked over to the fridge and got another beer out. What had started out as a slight alcohol problem was now beginning to define her as a person, it wasn't something she was going to stop doing either, it was her edge and she was happy to walk it. Smiling again in front of the camera, she cracked open the can and took a massive mouthful of it.
Dakota Jennings........” I'm certain that, much like everyone else, you assumed you were going to be facing Swann in this match and I know that a lot of people lost money on that bet, which I would apologize for, if I gave a shit, but the fact is, here we are Morales, you face down The Firecracker in the finals of this tournament and it's in a match that I should be scared of. The idea alone of being closed and trapped in a casket is enough, I'm sure I even spoke of the fear of being trapped when I last spoke to Brad Swann. The idea of then being trapped in it and it exploding is one that should fill a heart with fear.
Does it fill your heart with fear, Morales? Surely even you have to be intimidated by it all. Knowing that in a few short days, you face off against a Firecracker that has an army of thousands behind her. You face off against the one true wildcard in this tournament, the female everybody predicted was going to go out first round, the little fucking engine that could! Personally, I'm too determined now to be scared, because believe me when I say that I did not come this far in this tournament to wind up as part of Patrick Bateman's Barbecue Bonanza.”
She took another sip of the can, once again, a big gulp of the amber fluid as she gave another satisfied ahh.
Dakota Jennings........” If you have anyone dear to your heart, make sure to hug them extra tight on Saturday, tell them you love them, and make sure to tuck them tight in bed because come Sunday at End of Days, I'm coming for my pound of flesh and believe me, I'm going to change your life.”
With this, she clicked the remote off on the iPad, the screen fading to black as she finished the last of the can off before going to the fridge again and getting herself another two cans. That was when the audible click went off on her phone, a notification.
It was a text message from Cross, asking her if she'd seen the number of hits on her cage match win, and subsequent face turn. She quickly thumbed a reply saying that, no she hadn't but she was sat at the desk, and would he be seeing him within the next hour, she was going to cook dinner.
The reply came back as a “Yes, love you x” and Dakota loaded up the Youtube app and was shocked to find that the video of her winning the cage match had nearly double the hits of her heel turn on Vannah White, after not even a week! There were such colorful comments as:
Firecrackerforever1982- OMG, I knew she could do it. Proud to say I stuck by her in her Valor days! #chairwoman
VirtualWaster- I've never seen her bleed like that, woman's got bigger balls than most men, I swear!
Then, of course, there was the reply to that, calling Dakota a man as she had supposed big balls and no tits, and the redhead actually giggle snorted, nearly coughing a mouthful of Budweiser out. Using her personal Youtube account, she replied to this comment herself, just putting a quick “LOL” and then she had a look through most of her older videos. The ones from her days as one half of #Trendsetters were still ticking over on likes, particularly the video where she was last a babyface, Denmark in the holiday season. The ones where she adopted the Chairwoman gimmick were still picking up a few like reactions but the few from where she had won the US Championship and then entered the End of Days tournament were racking up massive numbers. She opened a can and basically drank the whole thing in one, the shock hitting her like a freight train.
Taking the other can into the kitchen with her, she began preparing a meal. For some reason, she had the biggest hankering for a Thai so her contribution to dinner this evening would be Thai Green Curry and Cross had been given instruction to get some Spring Rolls if he could find them. She'd promised him that she would watch The Godfather with him as even her father had questioned her as to why she'd never seen it and it was getting beyond silly now that it had taken her so long to watch a movie that so many classed as an instant classic.
Two hours later, their dinner had been eaten and Dakota now felt a little better, having decided to drink four lagers without actually lining her stomach beforehand. Cross hadn't helped with buying champagne to congratulate her on nearly getting her head cut off by the Goblin King and that had gone straight to her head and she now had to concentrate on a masterpiece as Cross had so eloquently put it.
Laying her legs across his lap, they made do with the far less than luxury excuse of a sofa that occupied the little hotel room they were staying at and Cross pressed play. As the trailers played, he took his chance to tease her, his mocking tone evident. He was after something.
Cross Recoba........” You know, I thought you'd turn real ugly with stitches in your head, but you know missus, you scrub up well.” He said with a laugh. Dakota shot him a look that could kill a rhinoceros, but it didn't stop the shit-eating grin that was currently etched on his face.
Dakota Jennings........”If you're looking to get laid tonight, Mr. Recoba, you are not going the right way about it.”
He ran his hand down her leg and suddenly, all thoughts of him not getting laid went straight out of Dakota's head.
Dakota Jennings........”Just watch the film, you pervert.” She teased him with a smile as the movie started.