Runnin' Down A Dream (rp 1)

[Kasper Van Slam]

...after clash in cornwall…

Kaspers cousin had left so fast she couldn't break away from security so easily, but they had released Kasper and let her go for the night she limped back to her camper where Slam was packing. He paused giving his full attention to Kasper, she looked wrecked yet again already showing the signs of a egg sized pop knot swelling above her left eye and not to mention the noticeable limp.

Kasper: ”Where the hell did you go? Why was Sinclair looking at you like tha-”

Slam 2: ”Not right now, okay? I might just have a face she's confused about, let's tall about that absolute clinic you put on tonight!”

Kasper: ”I…I lost…”

Slam 2: ”Fuck no you got screwed, big difference sweetie, you had that son of a bitch Recoba on the ropes…he underestimated you. He'll remember you. Everyone was watching you tonight…but that son of a bitch Crane..”

Kasper shifted at the mention of the man's name, her face twisting into one of anger. Hatred even. Slam smirked at her reaction.

Slam 2: ”That ol'bo has you mad don't he?”

Slam knew what Kasper didn't, the dwarves were hidden at various angles live streaming their whole current conversation. He thought maybe catching Kasper coming off a raw reaction would trigger some sparks.

Kasper: ”I thought I hated Recoba…but Wesley Crane can suck my proverbial cock, the man is beyond delusional and what he did tonight is unforgivable.”

Slam 2: ”oh yes it is, and if you ask me Crane is Japan and he just bombed your harbor…how do you answer that back? What do you think his motives are?”

Slam was feeding kinling to the fire.

Kasper: ”Honestly I don't get his motives or his grand delusion, if he's so above me why did he get involved at my End of Days match? I didn't step in front of that bottle. Lord Dominicus picked me for his team, I didn't ask for that, but I did it because I wanted to get some licks in…I owed him that…and if my math is right I'm one up on victories against the High Rollers Club.”

Slam 2: ”And what are you going to do about it Kasper?”

Kasper looked at Slam, she had a fire in her despite loss after loss Kasper has got back in the ring each and every time. She always left it in the ring which was something Slam respected.

Kasper: ”We are going to meet Wesley Crane head on is what we're going to do about it! I want to leave him with no more questions asked about my worth of being here, about how he clearly under estimates me as an equal fuck much less as a person…the High Rollers Club itself is about to watch its ‘era’ phase out, I'm head hunting them all, I'll tear the whole club a part.”

Slam was grinning like a sly fox, a coyote in heat.

Slam 2: ”Fuck yeah! The more we rip them from the root the more you'll prove to everyone its Kaspers time…”

Kasper suddenly looked hopeful, her cousin was actually listening to and supporting her!

Kasper: ”ye…yeah? Hell yeah let's make this stinky asshole go fuck himself literally.”

The chaos that flashed metaphorically in the blue eyes of Slams was bright, the smile brighter it made him look years younger than he was.

Slam 2: ”I'm glad you brought all this up because I got ideas, we could systematically take them out Kas-”

Kasper: ”No…if we do this we do it right and fair, in the ring. One on one. You make sure they keep the playing field even…and…”

Drexel: ”You be a good fucking boy too, nephew.”

Kasper and Slam both twisted around to see Drexel approaching, his dark earthy brown eyes bore down on Slam like heat seeking missiles. The accusation that Slam was less that innocent struck the man and he played it off with an equally embellished gesture of ‘whhaaaaa?’.

Slam 2: ”I don't know what that means Uncle D buuuut-”

He put an arm around Kaspers shoulders, a move that made Drexel freeze, yet he didn't say anything.

Slam 2: ”Imma say and do as my dear cousin asks, I'll make sure those little cock dockers with the Club stay the hell away from the ring at New Year's Brawl and I'll have your back every night Kasper.”

Kasper: ”Why do I hear a but…”

Slam 2: ”...buuut do you really believe in all of this fair play bullshit? Do you really think Crane plays fair? Jesus look what he did to you tonight? Grade A assholes deserve to have their shit pushed back into their face! Think about it, if you come out the fair winner, I'll believe it myself..”

Drexel and Kasper just nodded, Drexel would at least think about what Slam was saying but Kasper had made up her mind this was her career and life not cousin Slams.

Kasper: ”Yeah…sure, I'll think about it.”

Kasper moved from Slam to hug her Father.

Drexel: ”Come on kiddo, gotta get you to Japan for your match with Awesome.”

Still embracing her Father she looked at Slam.

Kasper: ”And you really can't come to Japan?”

Slam 2: ”I'll meet you guys in Canada, I gotta handle some shit back in the States…see an old friend in New York. But Uncle Drex here has your back in the meantime, just remember the business at WUK is far more important Kasp..”

Kasper: ”Yeah…I know…”

And the pair of Father and daughter walked away, Slams phone rings and he answers it.

Slam 2: ”Yellow…you found him? Fuck yeah…nope I got it…thanks Colonel.”

[End scene]