The Rapper. The Perfect Specimen. The Woman (RP 1)

[Kasper Van Slam]

In Flight to Japan


Kasper and Topher were the only two on the plane besides the three person crew, but Topher had his cowboy hat draped over his face fast asleep with his neck pillow. Before he had went to sleep during their in flight dinner he had filled Kasper in on her match following the joint show, a triple threat match. Setting up her laptop Kasper dives into addressing her opponents, she'd upload it as soon as they landed.

Kasper: "Ohayō gozaimasu, good morning in Japanese or howdy y'all from Texas, Kasper Van Zant, I am somewhere over the Pacific ocean right now on my way to the battle in Japan between JROK and of course our very own WUK."

Kasper holds up a fist as if she were down for some unspoken cause.

Kasper: "While I am going to represent our brand in Japan, doesn't mean the reality of what's going on in our own backyard has been forgotten...it hasn't. Otto Ritter and John Blade. If having daddy issues wasn't hard enough I have the perfect German wrestling specimen and the -"

Kasper paused as if she had actually regurgitated bile in her mouth, it tasted like it but she suppressed her sudden sickness before continuing.

Kasper: "Clown ass rapper, John you and I will get to know each other a little better in a few hours so I'm going to let you stew on that while maybe work on your bars a little bit because I seriously hope this isn't your thing...is it? Should it be? Can you maybe not rap every time you speak because I promise and I really promise this, pinky all that jazz...PROMISE...every time you rhyme intentionally might I add more than every two lines in a speech..I'll be waiting to strike. You won't know when or how either dude, it'll just happen.."

Kasper adjusts in her seat pausing for just a moment, then she continues.

Kasper: "Otto Ritter, now I'm more familiar with you as far as someone I've seen in the ring and honestly..."

She sucked air between her teeth kind of shrugging.

Kasper: "I get it, I do, the lost in translation you kinda have for what WOULD be a perfect specimen and what YOU think is the perfect wrestling specimen...because you sir are not it, didn't you lose to a guy like Cheez? Yeeeeah time to go back to the drawing on your whole thing bud, go straight back to Germany and reevaluate the whole thing because how are you really going to feel getting beat by either John Blade..."

Kasper raised her eyebrows twice as if daring Otto to think about that concept.

Kasper: "or some back swamp trailer raised trash little miss like me? I haven't been impressed with anything you've done Otto Ritter and thats really going to put a itch in your crawl come the Showdown in Texas when I am pinning YOU for the win. Be observant Ritter, be ready to hear the people not chanting that mouthful of DAR RiNgGeNeRaL.."

Kasper stood up and she flexed, she spoke in a very mocking German accent.

Kasper: "You claim disadance of those who make a mockery of our sport but what about this is a mockery Otto? Technically sound don't mean a lot when this pretty perfect six foot frame comes to bash your entire body into the unforgiving canvas of our kinds sacred battle ground...the only one of us who will be a mockery of is you Ritter...listen can you hear them?"

Kasper returned to her seat cupping her hand to her ear.

Kasper: "yup...no Ringgenerel..kvz...Kvz...KVZ...it's me...they are cheering for me...KVZ..

..KVZ."