Promises and Lies (Rest in Peace Astro)(RP #1)
Nov 27, 2021 6:10:15 GMT -5
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It had been a good month since End of Days, a month since she had cashed in the briefcase, which had obviously been a curse to Dakota. Trust her to turn a blessing into a curse, once again. That case should have been her redemption and yet she stood, in Derby, miles away from her home base of Syracuse, New York. The corridors of the arena gave her small comfort, after all, the last time she had been in a ring, a squared circle, she had been looking up at the lights, again.
What was it she had done wrong this time? Had she gotten too arrogant all over again? That was very likely if she was honest with herself. She had obviously underestimated both Spike Kane and Steve Awesome and it had led to her ultimate downfall.
Except what was it that somebody who had hit rock bottom sometimes did? They would rise like a phoenix, reborn from the flames, and here she was, a member of the REIGN roster. It was almost too perfect, however, she wasn't carrying the X*Crown Championship.
Her redemption would begin again, however, with the North American Standard plate.
”So, as we can all tell by the fact that something is missing from my shoulder, I lost my shot at End of Days. I may as well have taken my imaginary dick and shot it all up against this wall, amiright? Just when I think I can win the big one and retire, calling myself a champion, I make that one fatal error! Jesus H. Christ, if anyone didn't know better, they'd think I actually enjoy getting my head nearly caved in night in and night out, in my thirties.”
She reaches into her chiller bag, pulling out a Carling lager, her little shout out to England. Taking a mouthful of it, she gives a self-deprecating smile.
”I can tell you all now, with a sense of clarity that I didn't have at End of Days when I was getting beaten up, that this is no fun, it's no fun to wake up the morning after, alone in your bed, no man to have given... Uhh, I digress, it's not fun to wake in the morning and your first port of call being your medicine cabinet, yet another pain-killer that I should by rights be addicted to by now. It's no fun to take that pill because I don't care, loss is NOT the bitterest pill you can swallow, it's one of those fucking nasty tasty tablets, washed down with a bottle of imported lager. But, yet here I am, ready to get the ever-loving shit kicked out of me by the Oblivion Death Squad. I guess you can say we all have our demons, our addictions, mine being pain-killers, lager and obviously, failure.”
She gives another small smile, taking another sip of the lager, which, in all honesty, tastes like piss, but hey, she's gotta please the fans, her other addiction. Patting the chair next to her, she winces a little, no doubt uncomfortable.
”The amount of times that I've patted this chair and promised my opponent that they would feel it, clanging around their head and, can any of you name the last time I used this chair? It's almost like another thing needs to be put to rest, maybe I'm not the Chairwoman of the XHF anymore, maybe I'm that little idiot, taking notes, maybe I need to retire this damned thing and just be, well, me? It's going to be all to easy to show what I can do without the use of this chair. It's going to be even easier knowing that I have one of the toughest bastards that's ever laced up boots, of course I speak of Esmeralda von Krauss, ready to tag up with me, ready to prove why she is no fucking also ran. I cannot legitimately think of anyone, on this fledgling roster, that I would want in my corner, well, other than a submachine gun of course. She's tough and she's got connections, as I found out from watching her speak, on my iPad. There is NO ONE else I would want in my corner.”
When Dakota Emily Jennings scrawled her signature on the REIGN contract, she was certainly not aware of how many air-miles she would be allotting while being part of their roster, had gotten far too used to just performing in America, truth be told. Which was why it had come as such a shock that her first show would be in England. She couldn't remember for the life of her if she had ever performed over the pond, but it was not lost on her that she would be entering hallowed ground. England was the home of some of the finest wrestlers in the world, people who had plied their trade in little bingo halls and sports auditoriums, some of them finally achieving success in America, which to her would always be the home of pro-wrestling. Japan could suck it as far as she was concerned. Ashley Williams, who had recently signed for the FWA, had made her name in Japan, but she had also lost in an MMA fight to one Dakota Jennings, so as far as Dakota was concerned, Japan and it's tradition could go fuck itself.
Boarding the plane, for one of the first times, without Cross Recoba, one one of their many jaunts abroad, to take in the sights of Tuscany, she was flooded with a memory, one when she had been a much younger girl.
”Daddy, I was looking at the map at school and I saw a place, it was called Engerland? When can we go there, Daddy?”
Robert Jennings, knee deep in a case, had casually looked up, and not wanting to be rude to his daughter, smiled and gave a quick response.
”One day, Emily, you'll go there and you're gonna light the place on fire, they're gonna love you, I promise...”
”Yes, there is NO ONE else I'd want in my corner, but let's get something real straight, Esmeralda, you want to come at me with threats to Cross' life, threats to my life? I don't know who exactly you realize who you're threatening, but let's put it this way, it is NOT someone you want to be facing across the ring. You would do very fucking well to remember that I may not be the Chairwoman of the XHF, or even of REIGN, but I am still the most dangerous female on this roster and I own the three most dangerous letters in all of REIGN. Molar and Morecambe may be in my sights and so may that North American Standard plate, but let's not forget, I cannot be trusted. I have said time and time again that I would happily have my arm raised with another tag team partner, but let's learn from Vannah White, from Valor Pro Wrestling. If I view you as a threat, tag partner or not, I will not hesitate to mark your cards, I will not hesitate to hit a DKO. I could be your most loyal partner or your worst damned enemy, that ball lies in your court.”
Finishing off the last of the can of Carling, she opens another, smiling at the froth that emanates from the little hole in the top of the can, before necking a whole load of it, beginning, against her own will, to enjoy the frothy piss water.
”It is in your best interests to fall in line, Esme, to just let me do what I do best, which is kick the Oblivion Death Squad's ass and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a shot at MY North American Standard plate. But by God, if you even consider getting in the way of my destiny, there will be THREE Dee Kay Oh's in this match. They're the three most dangerous letters in REIGN for a reason, Esme and trust me, I do not tolerate being double crossed. Oblivion Death Squad, Michael and Matthew, or whatever your names are, good luck, you're going to need it. Esmeralda, you double cross me and you're going to need even more luck. See you all soon!”
She signed off with a smile and a last sip of her can before she threw it in the nearby trash bin, turning her back on the camera and disappearing off into her locker room.
What was it she had done wrong this time? Had she gotten too arrogant all over again? That was very likely if she was honest with herself. She had obviously underestimated both Spike Kane and Steve Awesome and it had led to her ultimate downfall.
Except what was it that somebody who had hit rock bottom sometimes did? They would rise like a phoenix, reborn from the flames, and here she was, a member of the REIGN roster. It was almost too perfect, however, she wasn't carrying the X*Crown Championship.
Her redemption would begin again, however, with the North American Standard plate.
”So, as we can all tell by the fact that something is missing from my shoulder, I lost my shot at End of Days. I may as well have taken my imaginary dick and shot it all up against this wall, amiright? Just when I think I can win the big one and retire, calling myself a champion, I make that one fatal error! Jesus H. Christ, if anyone didn't know better, they'd think I actually enjoy getting my head nearly caved in night in and night out, in my thirties.”
She reaches into her chiller bag, pulling out a Carling lager, her little shout out to England. Taking a mouthful of it, she gives a self-deprecating smile.
”I can tell you all now, with a sense of clarity that I didn't have at End of Days when I was getting beaten up, that this is no fun, it's no fun to wake up the morning after, alone in your bed, no man to have given... Uhh, I digress, it's not fun to wake in the morning and your first port of call being your medicine cabinet, yet another pain-killer that I should by rights be addicted to by now. It's no fun to take that pill because I don't care, loss is NOT the bitterest pill you can swallow, it's one of those fucking nasty tasty tablets, washed down with a bottle of imported lager. But, yet here I am, ready to get the ever-loving shit kicked out of me by the Oblivion Death Squad. I guess you can say we all have our demons, our addictions, mine being pain-killers, lager and obviously, failure.”
She gives another small smile, taking another sip of the lager, which, in all honesty, tastes like piss, but hey, she's gotta please the fans, her other addiction. Patting the chair next to her, she winces a little, no doubt uncomfortable.
”The amount of times that I've patted this chair and promised my opponent that they would feel it, clanging around their head and, can any of you name the last time I used this chair? It's almost like another thing needs to be put to rest, maybe I'm not the Chairwoman of the XHF anymore, maybe I'm that little idiot, taking notes, maybe I need to retire this damned thing and just be, well, me? It's going to be all to easy to show what I can do without the use of this chair. It's going to be even easier knowing that I have one of the toughest bastards that's ever laced up boots, of course I speak of Esmeralda von Krauss, ready to tag up with me, ready to prove why she is no fucking also ran. I cannot legitimately think of anyone, on this fledgling roster, that I would want in my corner, well, other than a submachine gun of course. She's tough and she's got connections, as I found out from watching her speak, on my iPad. There is NO ONE else I would want in my corner.”
When Dakota Emily Jennings scrawled her signature on the REIGN contract, she was certainly not aware of how many air-miles she would be allotting while being part of their roster, had gotten far too used to just performing in America, truth be told. Which was why it had come as such a shock that her first show would be in England. She couldn't remember for the life of her if she had ever performed over the pond, but it was not lost on her that she would be entering hallowed ground. England was the home of some of the finest wrestlers in the world, people who had plied their trade in little bingo halls and sports auditoriums, some of them finally achieving success in America, which to her would always be the home of pro-wrestling. Japan could suck it as far as she was concerned. Ashley Williams, who had recently signed for the FWA, had made her name in Japan, but she had also lost in an MMA fight to one Dakota Jennings, so as far as Dakota was concerned, Japan and it's tradition could go fuck itself.
Boarding the plane, for one of the first times, without Cross Recoba, one one of their many jaunts abroad, to take in the sights of Tuscany, she was flooded with a memory, one when she had been a much younger girl.
”Daddy, I was looking at the map at school and I saw a place, it was called Engerland? When can we go there, Daddy?”
Robert Jennings, knee deep in a case, had casually looked up, and not wanting to be rude to his daughter, smiled and gave a quick response.
”One day, Emily, you'll go there and you're gonna light the place on fire, they're gonna love you, I promise...”
”Yes, there is NO ONE else I'd want in my corner, but let's get something real straight, Esmeralda, you want to come at me with threats to Cross' life, threats to my life? I don't know who exactly you realize who you're threatening, but let's put it this way, it is NOT someone you want to be facing across the ring. You would do very fucking well to remember that I may not be the Chairwoman of the XHF, or even of REIGN, but I am still the most dangerous female on this roster and I own the three most dangerous letters in all of REIGN. Molar and Morecambe may be in my sights and so may that North American Standard plate, but let's not forget, I cannot be trusted. I have said time and time again that I would happily have my arm raised with another tag team partner, but let's learn from Vannah White, from Valor Pro Wrestling. If I view you as a threat, tag partner or not, I will not hesitate to mark your cards, I will not hesitate to hit a DKO. I could be your most loyal partner or your worst damned enemy, that ball lies in your court.”
Finishing off the last of the can of Carling, she opens another, smiling at the froth that emanates from the little hole in the top of the can, before necking a whole load of it, beginning, against her own will, to enjoy the frothy piss water.
”It is in your best interests to fall in line, Esme, to just let me do what I do best, which is kick the Oblivion Death Squad's ass and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a shot at MY North American Standard plate. But by God, if you even consider getting in the way of my destiny, there will be THREE Dee Kay Oh's in this match. They're the three most dangerous letters in REIGN for a reason, Esme and trust me, I do not tolerate being double crossed. Oblivion Death Squad, Michael and Matthew, or whatever your names are, good luck, you're going to need it. Esmeralda, you double cross me and you're going to need even more luck. See you all soon!”
She signed off with a smile and a last sip of her can before she threw it in the nearby trash bin, turning her back on the camera and disappearing off into her locker room.