Legacies: Ballroom Blitz (Rumble Rp 1)

[Kasper Van Slam]

...2024; Cedar Creek, Louisiana - Van Zant Ranch…

The old camper owned by Kasper Van Zant passes under a large archway with the name of the ranch carved and burned into a large piece of wood - ‘VAN ZANT RANCH: HOME OF Van Zant Southern Pride Wrestling!’. The camper finally comes to a stop after a long ride down an old dirt road past the archway, the WUK champion was the driver with Topher kicked up in the passenger seat. It had felt like years since Kasper had been home and it looked exactly the same with the big gothic looking estate where Kasper was raised. Meeting her as she got off camper helping Lizzy down at the same time her Father made his appearance.

Drexel: ”Ladies, welcome! Kasper welcome home.”

Kasper: *hugging her Drexel* ”It's been a minute but you called, said you're putting something together to get me ready for the Rumble..”

Drexel nodded and put an arm around Kasper, he waved for everyone to follow. They were heading toward ‘The Gym’, a large barn where Kaspers father put on events. She smirked seeing the familiar black barn.

Kasper: ”Oh shit, you're gonna let me wrestle in the temple of Men?”

The sarcastic remark made Drexel flinch, hard air passed between his teeth.

Drexel: ”Kasper…I,... you know was an ignorant asshole and I was to hard on you for the most selfish of reasons cliché as they are..but you're killing it kid, you're making an old man proud.”

Kasper: ”Yeah? I am doing alright ain't I…”

Drexel: ”Better even, and for it, I wanted to apologize. You've got my respect and you've got my support…which is why I wanna see you ready, why I told ya’ I wanted you back home…go inside..”

Kasper moved past Drexel and headed into The Gym and sort of froze in the doorway, the entire place was packed full of people. Her brothers were there, the dwarves, everyone involved with her Daddies small company like her ex, cousin Slam 2 hammocked across the ropes of the ring corner, Fat Chocolate, and a short yet very beefy man in a Lord Dominicus mask.

Kasper: ”Lord Dominicus?”

Drexel laughed.

Drexel: ”...Beefy LD is his name, he's a Lord Dominicus cosplayer…he's free, answered my ad.”

Kasper: ”Ad?”

Drexel walks past Kasper and approaches the ring, pulling himself inside. He leans against the ropes as Slam 2 joins him.

Drexel: ”Yeah, everyone here…Slam here, and me have decided to get ready for a Rumble you gotta have a mini Rumble…”

Slam2: ”...or series of Rumbles…”

Drexel: ”Yes, or series of Rumbles to prepare you for the Rumble.”

Kasper was in awe, she scanned from one corner to the next with a smile spreading across her face.

Kasper: ”Everyone?”

Slam2: ”All of us…classic montage style.”

Kasper dropped her bag from her shoulder and began to change into her gear, and it seemed everyone started to move. The room erupted into a chaos of chatter. Laughter. Stories. And here was Kasper changing her boots feeling relatively small in a moment so epic, this was really happening. She was on her way to do big things.

...Classic Rumble Training Gauntlet-a-thon Montage...

The next several days were spent in The Gym. Bodies clashing, tempers flaring, Swamp kicks.

(KM V.O.) ”Kasper Van Zant, the rising star, how are things going down here at the Classic Rumble Training Gauntlet-a-thon?”

(KVZ V.O.) ”Real good! I'm exhausted but I think I'm far more ready than most…”

The dwarves were tossed a plenty, most were launched as projectiles at others and sometimes they morphed into a single man mecha. Beefy LD was a blur of chaos himself but he always came one 100% ‘Go’...’BEEEEEFY LD!!!’ echoed loudly in everyone's head.

”We've heard a lot from the other more established competitors..”

”Relics…

”Relics?”

”...yeah, I feel like a lot of these men are fossils with like real good memories but this sport is always evolving and the future…aka…Kasper Van Zant…is coming.”

”Again, these are pillars of XHF Kasper, oversight on what they've done could be a downfall?”

Kasper drops a large Fat Chocolate with a DISASSOCIATION. She yells silently with rage. Swamp Kick. Kasper is tossed over the ropes with the combined effort of two or three others…topple…topple…topple…crash…boom…discontented rage as she pounds fists against the ground outside of the ring.

”I get that, I'm not underestimating a single person in the Rumble but my God, all I've heard was long winded egos recount every move they've made…..its been the weirdest bloodiest dock measuring contest I've ever heard… like I can stream every single one of them from the Network! Fresh meat is needed…that's me. I have my women's pride going…I am THE CHAMPION of WUK, one of the most slept-on promotions in the business, where a woman, I, am at the helm…and I don't even need that! I am a Powerhouse, I'll leave an impression, win or lose, Kasper Van Zant will be on their minds for a long time. A raw strength of womanhood that for too long men of this industry have overlooked.”

Kasper and Drexel exchanged blows. Someone gave Beefy LD a chair.

”Win or lose? That isn't a very positive phrase”

”Second place has afforded me success in the past, and I can swear on everything right now Miss Moss I'd be fine losing as long as a woman won..”

”It would a first.”

”...oh definitely, and that's another change. I won't be going after another female competitor at the Rumble…that's how serious I am, and if the women of the Rumble hear me…I am your ally. I say we take our future into our own hands and when the men are prematurely ejected….may the best woman win.”

Clotheslines. Power bombs. Top rope stuff. Kasper Van Zant in slow motion berserker mode…the last one standing. Sweat and blood and bruises covered her body. Exhaustion was her fuel. The Rumble was coming.

”That's my strategy and I'm sticking to it. It's going to be a good time…”

[End Scene…TBC..]