CROSS my heart, hope you die (x*Crown rp 2)

[Kasper Van Slam]

Thanksgiving Day

The scene opens with Kasper Van Zant sitting around a very large table along with her Father to her left, Bojack, the dwarves, Topher on her right, Fat Chocolate, one space was reserved and sat empty (Kasper had sent one to Marty Donovan; but he was probably with his own family), and finally one face she wasn't sure about but he seemed to be a friend of the family deep in conversation with Bojack. Kasper hadn't felt much in the festive mood since Topher stumbled across the report by Ross Smith, definitely wasn't feeling thankful. Her match with Recoba was days away, hell her matches were both days away and less than that between the other. She had found herself torn so suddenly between all these boys: Steve Awesome was a fun fling at End of Days. She would gladly take seconds of Steve especially with the strings attached but for now he'd just have to watch, and if, what her first opponent had to say it would be worth watching. Which is where her mind wondered to now, Cross Recoba, the cream of the crop… the golden boy, X*Crown royalty but the reality of it was for Kasper at least…he was a tease. A feverish wet dream like the ones girls had the first time... she was a literal unknown peasant in the same league as Cross Recoba?

Ha. She moved her dry turkey around on her plate. Kasper was in her head again, ’fucking Ross Smith,’ she said in her head shoving the plate away. Seriously though, did she have what it took to really beat Cross fucking Recoba?! Did the highest of higher ups really just toss her out to be slaughtered? Was Recoba playing to safe? Was she a safe bet, a stepping stone, a padding of the stats for Cross? Her brow furrowed and she crossed her arms, still distant from the current conversations. She was still pissed, the mere thought and audacity to feel like someone's safe place…Recoba had the bigger prize but he was a prick. Kasper wasn't into that and she could guarantee that she'd have to deal with him like a toxic ex if she took away his girlfriend..no…no one thing she knew about Recoba so far and boys like him were a dime a dozen, every generation had one, every decade, every movie, and copy and paste and copy and paste…God and he just reeeeally loved to hear himself talk, Kasper swiped up her wine glass then the bottle of wine (she use to hesitate to drink in front of her Father; but at this point does it matter?) pouring herself a generous glass. But OMG did Recoba love to hear himself, just talk talk talk…she could think of a few other things Recoba could do with that mouth other than speak…she blushed and drank.

The other man well she didn't even know if he knew she existed…Marty Donovan...she felt one hand caressing her tigh…she knew exactly what she'd do if she ever got a chance with him. Just his single appearance alone drove her wild…her hand traveled further up her leg…he was probably super strong and she wanted him to toss her around in her camper…was it getting hotter in here? How did his beard feel? She bet he smelled really good like a man was supposed to, truly Marty was one of a kind…and further her hand went, the deeper her face turned red…she wanted to touch him as her mind showed him on their table dressed up like a holiday ham…naked…

Drexel: ”what are you thankful for Kasper?”

Kaspers mind tire away from the feverish wanting of Marty Donovan to seeing all eyes on her, she cleared her throat.

Kasper: ”oh..um..uh…what was the question?”

Unknown Man: ”This is who we are working with?” 

Kasper looked over at the man she didn't know, silence fell around the table as not just her eyes seemed to find him. He shoveled a mouthful of pumpkin pie into him.

Unknown Man: ”You better focus kid, because from what I've heard and seen from this Recoba guy, we'll he wants some blood! Yours! And he's pointing out every fuck up about you, which for me…I mean I gotta ask…are you really in this for something or do you need a boost in fans?”

Looking around Kasper is stunned to kind of being spoke to like she was.

Kasper: ”Who are you?”

He smiled.

Drexel: ”Kasper this…this is my nephew, David.”

David Slam 2: ”Slam if you will Uncle…I'm Slam, and sitting at this table I'm the only one who ever went professional and I'm the only one here to actually know the pressures of being a Champion..how to hunt for it…how to break your opponents down…these fuckers here can't do it so they came to me…”

Kasper looked the man over for a bit before looking to her Father, he nodded slowly. She scoffed.

Kasper: ”I think I've been doing just fine cousin.”

Slam 2: ”HA! kid if coming in second to everything is your definition of just fine, well I'll fuck right off. I can guarantee you ain't ready for that shit head Cross and you ain't gonna be nothing more than a safe bet for everyone in the future..”

Kasper stood knocking her chair back and Slam did the same, they both stood exactly the same both leaned over the table on both arms in a dead stare.

Kasper: ”fuck you.”

Slam 2: ”double fuck you.”

The pair stared a little longer until Kasper finally broke her gaze to look at everyone else at the table.

Kasper: ”You want to know what I'm thankful for? What am I going to be thankful for? When I prove this fuckhead and Recoba wrong, but Cross my heart and hope he dies, I'm winning at Cornwall! Either everyone can get behind me and believe or you all can go away! Go home! Go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under too…”

Kasper shoved away from the table spilling over a gravy boat and the bottle of wine storming out of the room.

Kasper: ”Thanksgiving in the UK sucks!”

She yelled and soon her heavy footsteps recede. Slam sits down helping himself to another piece of pie.

Slam 2: ”Y'all gotta stop coddling her, light a fire under her ass like I did…like Recoba is doing and MAYBE…maybe she'll be something, but right now she's a star burning to hot and to fast, she'll be a husk by 2024 I can promise you that…”

Topher sighs and leaves as Slam eats, Drexel just remains sitting staring at his nephew…everyone else continues eating silently.

...a dream within a dream…

Kasper is in the ring and opposite of her is Cross Recoba in all of his arrogant glory. It's just the pair of them but she can hear the faint cheering of the crowd but it all sounded distant and distorted, looking around she notices the cheering crowd doesn't only sound distorted but their hazy and trapped behind a fog. The bell rings. Cross is quick and gaining ground, but when Kasper went to move each step felt like she was weighed down, each step after felt heavier and when she looked down it appeared as though she were sinking..deeper…another attempted step…deeper…heavier…Cross is right there and she tries to defend herself but like her legs Kaspers arms were sinking into the ring. Cross connected with that belt again, then he followed up with a kick, and another…Kasper couldn't flee…she couldn't fight…and she kept sinking deeper desperately trying to escape only to find herself drowning below the surface of the ring…Kasper had wondered it seemed into her own swamp and she was being sucked down…staring up she saw so many faces…Recoba…Awesome…Drexel…Topher…Marty…Slam leading the pack of faces patting Recoba on the back…

....reality…

Kasper shot up on her bunk with a deep life clinging gasp, she was covered in sweat, hair plastered to her forehead, and she had to blink away the fuzzy delirium out of her eyes. It had been a dream but it had felt to real, she felt as if she had really been drowning.

Slam 2: ”Bad dream kid?”

Her head snapped to the source of where the voice was coming from, the whole camper smelled like weed and liquor but there he sat the asshole cousin she knew nothing about.

Kasper: ”how..how did you get in here?”

Slam 2: ”It's a camper Kasper not a goddamn fortress, and you didn't answer my question, bad dream?”

She nodded as she swung her legs out of bed. Slam crossed his legs and giggled.

Slam 2: ”I had one to my first big championship match, AWA, it was the night before I faced off against Michael Windsor another…hit me right in the gut had me all like you are now…puking and sweating and fuck it was terrible…only difference is I won and I became champion.”

What Kasper didn't know was that Slam was recording her. She smirked sarcastically.

Kasper: ”Wow, so cool…”

Slam 2: ”Listen ya little bitch, I'm trying to do you a solid and this attitude sucks…do you even want to win?”

Kasper: ”Of course I do! It just seems no one else has much confidence that I will and where should that put me? I'm…I'm not an arrogant person and I won't pretend to be, but I know what I'm doing and win or lose I'll still hit the ground running…he's got in my head.”

Slam 2: ”Recoba?”

Kasper: ”Yeah…”

Slam 2: ”fuck him! He's throwing you bones here Kasper and all you gotta do is chomp down and take them! Everything he's said is true, you built him up and he tore you down…he pointed out every one up you could have and you played it down so he played you down, Van Zants are underdogs in every aspect of life and you Kasper ain't no different but what usually happens with the underdogs in all the movies and books and taloids?”

Kasper: ”th…they…win….”

Slam 2: ”Do you want to win Kasper? Do you want to really cut this short dick down at the knees?”

Kasper: ”Absolutely! I want that title and I want everything that comes with it…”

Slam 2: ”Then work with me, let me make you a champion! Let's make this man regret issuing that challenge and that it was you the girl with nothing that took everything away from him….can you do that? Can you let me show you how to capture not ONE but two XHF pieces of gold?”

Slam held his hand out as Kasper sat silent. She stared at nothing and then nodded. The first really confident smirk spread across her face as she reached out to shake his hand..

Kasper: ”Let's bring some chaos to Cornwall…lets bring chaos to XHF…”

[End]