Don't CROSS Streams (X*Crown Rp 1)

[Kasper Van Slam]

following the cheap shot by Cross Recoba...

Kasper had been separated from Cross Recoba guided by her Father, she held her nose that was set crooked and bleeding. Kasper was furious and once inside the locker room she kicked a trashcan.

Kasper: "Fucking weasel!"

Closing off one of her nostrils she rockets a wad of old blood and snot on the ground.

Drexel: "slow down kid, let me take a look."

Kasper turned toward her Father who placed both hands on each side of her face examining her nose.

Drexel: "Well its a clean break so that's good we can get that fixed no problem."

Kasper: "How are yo-"

Drexel as Kaser began to ask her question quickly grabbed his daughter's nose and instantly reset it with a small crack.

Kasper: "Fuuuuck you!"

Drexel laughed and grabbed a towel holding it against Kaspers face.

Drexel: "I've reset and mended many injuries like this Kasp, you're set.."

Kasper (muffled): "Oh wow golly thanks dad! Suddenly you uh have all this faith in me?"

Drexel held his hands up and took a step back, his face held a heir of 'I get it, I fucked up', he would sit on the single bench.

Drexel: "Call it foolish pride Kasper, you know I admit I overreacted over all of this but I got to watching you out there and not long ago you wanted to quit but you've hit every match on the ground and you kept running! End of Days, you got not only one title match coming up but shortly after another? You are the rising star, win or lose, you are making a name for yourself."

Kasper finally pulled up a chair and sat, the bleeding had stopped after a quick check. She relaxed back into the chair holding her head Kasper chewed every thing her Father had just said silently.

Drexel: "That whole Lady Evil bit..."

Kasper: "I still don't remember that..."

Drexel: "Well I saw it and so did everyone else, versatile and creative, shit kid you aren't afraid either...High Rollers...Steve Awesome...Cross fucking Recoba.., you got balls to stand up to them! They all have these achievements, belts, pride, and the guile of that Recoba guy to not only insult your home turf as if W:UK is totally beneath him the boy issued his challenge and you answered! Fuck him, your advantage going into this Kasper is he has nothing to tear you down with.."

Drexel paused which made Kasper look around a little flabbergasted, she had nothing to offer as ammo to Cross? Sounded insulting and the look on her face said as much.

Kasper: "oookaay, please tell me there's more to this theory dad because ouch."

Drexel smirked.

Drexel: "ya' know kid I gotta let you figure that one out yourself."

Drexel stood. Kasper just stared up at her dad.

Drexel: "That's the beauty of your current journey, you'll see all the solutions as things develop but just know I got faith in you and I should have the whole time. Get your head on for Recoba, I'm going to find you someone to get ready for Steve Awesome..."

As Drexel moved to leave Kasper jumped up and grabbed his hand pulling him around, hugging him. Drexel was stunned for a second before he hugged her back.

...a week before the X*Crown match; Cornwall

The sun had barely rose to kiss the sky with its greeting but that hadn't stopped Kasper from taking a morning run. The wind was bitter and it bit into her skin like thousands of little pin prices, still that hadn't stopped her. She wore her injuries from Recoba like a badge of honor it was a motivation factor for her and she had a feeling Recoba wasn't done which was fine she wanted him to keep feeding her the flames of her uprising despite her Father's seemingly cold words ringing in her head.

Drexel: ”your advantage going into this Kasper is he has nothing to tear you down with.."

He had left her wondering what that meant, she had nothing? Did she really have nothing to offer going into this match? Did she deserve it? Some lingering doubt had infected Kasper, she hadn't earned this X*Crown shot Kasper just answered the challenge was that a justifiable reason for her shot? She rounded the corner on Bodmin Road as the words of Recoba echoed in her head:

Recoba: THIS is what you’re putting up against me, Blood? Fine by me. If you want to send Kasper to the slaughter, then so be…”

Was she truly being sent to the slaughter? Did she have wat it took to actually beat Cross Recoba? She really had no platform to stand on which made her wonder had she robbed someone actually deserving of this title shot?

Drexel: ”your advantage going into this Kasper is he has nothing to tear you down with.."

That's when it hit her, what her Father meant, and it brought Kasper to stop. It was time to let Recoba know where she stood on all of this, she reached for her phone and went with a literal live stream:

The sun was coming up now and as Kasper began to stream her heavy joggers breathing pushed heavier clouds that are fleeting, misty clouds we see when breathing in cold weather. A light sheen of sweat beads across her forehead cascading down her cheeks at places.

Kasper: ”Recoba, hi, hey, guess I'm still standing after your little cheap shot but as you can see it was an effective shot..”

She indicated her puffy nose and lightly swollen knotted left eye.

Kasper: ”Such a class act from such a handsome representative of the X*Crown Champion, but fear not my boy you are still the flavor of the week and I am not deterred, quiet the opposite really; determined is the word I think of, I had an epiphany moment that cleared up some doubts that's been lingering: questions like am I really worthy? What am I going to lose if I go down in flames on this endeavor? Truth is all I got going into this match is nothing and I got everything to gain..let me explain…what do you have to gain? A win over someone you already don't have faith in? Wow that's awesome right, just another notch in your bed post if you strip it down the bear simplicity. You have everything to lose though Recoba if you really think about it: pride. A belt. A almost perfect record. I have nothing to offer that you can really bite in and tear me down with because I've accomplished nothing to note the only reason I'm here is because I answered challenge when no one else would, who could blame them? You said it yourself only ONE person has beat you this year, who am I to give you that second? What the hell even is a Van Zant? Well I'll tell you, it's like stumbling into a Louisiana swamp, and you've been warned but it means nothing to you because you're dumbass belligerent fuck who keeps dancing in the watery quicksand and you keep wondering around getting deeper where eventually… it just sucks you down. I hope it sucks you down Recoba and I get the upset of the year! I just know when this is all said and done when we leave everything in the ring I hope I'll be somebody you always remember…the nobody who brought it all…

The stream ends.