Post by Kasper Van Slam on Oct 31, 2023 1:16:05 GMT -5
(disclaimer; idk shit about the UK)
It had been a few weeks since the Battle of Britain, Kasper had dived into a little disparity drinking at least half a case of Carlsberg beer a day. It wasn't the best and she really longed for a PBR but the dwarves had done their best navigating the UK cheap beer markets. They were days away from the big 8 man/woman tornado tag match and Kasper wasn't finding motivation much at all.
"I just haven't sealed the deal on anything since I've been here," she was sloshed as she sat and talked to the dwarves (they were working out but the dwarves had never denied Kasper the room she needed to vent; after all she had given them purpose) when Topher entered the scene a large box wrapped in the blackest wrapping paper Kasper had ever seen, "Lord almighty are you still sulking Kasper?"
"No," Kasper answered quickly and dry in tone to which the dwarves collectively replied, "Yes."
Topher rolled his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose before handing Kasper the box, "Well knock it off, it's turning me gray and I don't like it, be tough kid because this sport gets a whole lot fucking tougher and you've signed up for a lot already...Florida Man is just on a level you aren't ready for Kasper and you ain't ready for where he's going I can promise you that," Topher walked to the mini-fridge looking for a bottle he had hidden away, Kasper looked at the package she was handed, "What the hell is this?"
"Supposedly it's a gift from Lord Dominicus, he's drafted you into his little take over or whatever," Topher sounded weary.
Kasper began to remove the wrapping paper as Doc stepped forward, "Going back to earlier lady Van Zant and how you feel that you've accomplished nothing? I find that to be a general misconception, quite contrary to how others not only in WUK but the Network in general feel about you...Lord Dominicus seems to have chosen you for a reason..."
The wrapping paper was black and the box was black and sure enough the packing peanuts were also black; after a few moments of digging Kasper pulled out a Vantablack mask, "uh what the fuck is this? I don't believe me and LD share the same kinks..what is he playing at?"
Before Tohper could explain Kasper was sliding the mask over her face: the room went dark. A scream. Then a surge of electricity engulfed the entire room the center of the chaos was Kasper as she floated a few inches off the ground emitting from her was the source of this electricity as it licked and chased the fleeing dwarves (none of which were lucky to escape it). Topher hid behind the small counter as the chaos rolled. Then silence. More darkness. The lights returned and standing where Kasper and the seven dwarves occupied now stood a woman in a all Vantablack jumper and jungle cat mask with long jet black wild hair and her new seven minions.
She surveyed the room, "Minions!" all seven snapped to the call of their master, "The Lord Dominicus has called out for his best henchwoman, and now I need MY best henchmen" the evil minions all repeated her name, "LADY EVIL! What is thy bidding?"
Lady EVIL! Stalks over to a mirror looking herself over, "War. He hath brought war to the High Rollers Club and Lord Dominicus needs my help, and we shall give it to him! Plus this vessel," she rubbed both her hands over her chest and down to her hips biting her lower lip, "She craves violence...and revenge..."
"Crane...Crane....Crane."
Lady Evil smirked before turning her attention to Doc Minion, "Wesley Crane precisely and unlike the vessel...a poor misguided confused welp of a woman...Lady EVIL! will not hesitate to hurt this man, to crush his balls and then grind them into a powder and through the means of Vantablack magkica turn his ball powder into a drink AND MAKE HIM DRINK IT! She has a untapped mana of power I haven't felt in a hundred thousand years, it's time we show her what she can do...MINIONS TO BIRMINGHAM! WHERE WE KNOCK THIS CLUB DOWN A BLOCK OR TWO!"
