Declaration Day - Slam Episode (rp 2)

[Kasper Van Slam]

...a dream…

Drexel: “Just like your old man, my brother, dammit David when are you going to pull your head out of your ass!”

Kasper turned over in her camper bed, deep in sleep. The dream that came felt like a dream and like a memory perhaps a repressed memory, she felt more out of body too watching from the outside in; she saw her daddy (Drexel) and momma talking to what looked like a much younger version of her cousin Slam 2, she saw her brothers playing in the background in the wrestling ring at their Louisiana ranch home. She didn't remember this, she had to have been small if not a newborn.

Drexel: “What shit did your daddy get into?”

Slam2: “He's dead…”

She had only seen that hurt flash over her daddies face when her Momma had passed, she hated it even a dream. Drexel held his chest, shocked…

Slam2: “and so is their Momma..”

she noticed a older boy she'd never seen standing in the shadow of Slam 2, he wore a t-shirt three sizes to big and he was pudgy in the gut and he stood beside a baby carrier.

Slam2: “That son of a bitch killed them, I know it and I'm next Drex…their next…you gotta help me!”

The younger looking Drexel of this dreaming memory looked between the boy and the baby, he sighed.

Drexel: “I'll take them in…but you, David, better never darken my doorstep boy. You are a fucking cancer David and you taint everything you..touch…”

Slam2: “That's really sweet of you Uncle Drex! Touching, and you got a deal…but the boy is staying with me, he'll be alright.”

The boy latched onto the handle of the baby carrier but David twisted his little chubby fingers off of it, the boy fought and he screamed but David was pulling him away…

The Boy: “NO DADDY DONT LEAVE HER! DONT TAKE ME AWAY!”

...The Present..waking from her dream…

Two voices had pulled Kasper from her dream, she'd already forgotten most of it. It was still so strange and dreamily but real.

Voice 1: ”David what's the end game? You come in here and fill that girls head full of dreams and you want to stand in her corner..and now you brought your boy in and that's where you're standing?”

Kasper climbed out her bed and she tiptoed on bare feet toward the camper door, she saw her Father and cousin outside. Standing just feet away from each other like in her dream.

Slam2: ”Sure! Shit, I did my fucking part with her story man Kaspers getting her shot at the Champ…Donzig…Donzig though..ain't no grave that could hold that man down, he'll be back. Little David is where I want him with The Empire we keep Kasper away from Donzigs leeches.”

Drexel chuckles, but shakes his head as the cold breath from his breathing is carried away by the wind. Intense snow.

Drexel: ”So the boy is still a lamb set for slaughter? It'll be good for that girl to never know you're her Father…stay the fuck away David.”

Slam2: ”She looks like her Momma…”

Kaspers heart was hammering in her chest and if she was confused by the dream this conversation had sent her into a mild spiral. Yet she remained rooted.

Slam2: ”...and she's going to do fine here, she's a Titan Unc, you and your gang of circus freaks will do her just fine…Vic-....sorry… Topher, tell that ol'sour puss to take care of Kasper too. You don't get it, I'm doing what's right here, but I'll fuck off Drex…”

Slam turned and walked away, he got into a truck and he was gone. Drexel remained there for a little bit watching Slam drive away he looked over his shoulder at the camper where just inside stood the most confused woman in the world, she wanted to rush out and confront them both but she was frozen to the spot. Eventually Drexel walked away leaving Kasper to her own confusion.

...just days before the show…

The scene opens with Kasper in the growing snow and blizzard, strapped to her back and being pulled behind her is a snow plow of sorts constructed by the dwarves for her training. The more the runs the more the plow collects the snow causing a resistance Kasper must push through. Six of the dwarves add weight to the plow while Doc leads Kasper riding on the back of a small pony camera filming.

Kasper: ”We're just days away Eron…”

She grits her teeth and growls as she powers forward.

Kasper: ”...days away from when raw power and talent plow into each other and all I can hunger for is that coveted prize of yours!”

She digs her bare hands into the snow looking for that edge to grip that can advance her path; much like the trials she faced to get this match.

Kasper: ”You know my reasoning for this! Why I want it soooo bad..we know why Crane wants it..and people like Lord Dominicus…but what makes you fight so hard for it?!”

Inch by inch she keeps gaining ground as the snow gathers in conspiracy to cause her friction. Her skin is red from the blistering cold, sweat rolls a few inches before freezing against her, and her wild unkept hair is adorned with ice too.

Kasper: ”What makes you think…no…what gives you the right to think you can crush my dreams?! I hope you give me answers! I hope when I do beat you Eron Hunter that you'll give me the respect of a handshake and that you'll come back so I can beat you again and seal my legacy! I'm coming like a hellhound Eron and you rolled a nat 1! This my Declaration day!”

Kasper kept going charging past Doc and his pony! She kept going until the chaos of the winter storm concealed her in its wintery grasp.

[End Thread]