Post by Kasper Van Slam on Apr 24, 2024 7:21:57 GMT -5
(This was originally for the Rumble; it's now a CD)
...2006…
A young Kasper, almost six, is walking hand in hand with her Father on one side and her Mother on the other, they were navigating through the Friday night high school homecoming crowd. Drexel had less gray in his beard, far less wrinkles, and the cancer hadn't been discovered just yet by the doctors in Imogen.
Kasper: ”Coach Rockford says next year I can play re…rec…rece…somethin’ ‘R’ football”
Imogen: ”Recreational…”
Kasper: ”thats not what Bull said it was.”
Imogen rolled her eyes and Kasper looked suspicious, while Drexel shook his head.
Drexel: ”Ha. No.”
Kasper: ”Why? He said two other girls tried out last year, and I want to play..”
Drexel rolled his eyes before cutting them down at Imogen who just smiled and shrugged.
Drexel: ”Kasp…girls don't play football, just like girls can't be soldiers or wrestlers…or the President…you know this.”
Kasper grew flustered and pulled her hand away from her dad's, which equally frustrated Drexel.
Drexel: ”There's just things you can't do Kasper! Suck it up, that's life it ain't fair and the world is mean baby girl…last year it was you wanting to join the Marines…this week football…what next you want in the Mister Universe?! It's foolish and I don't want to hear about any of it again.”
Imogen finally stepped in scooping Kasper up, she gave Drexel a pat on the chest.
Imogen: “Drex…she hears you, go find the boys we'll be in the car.”
All that grump seemed to melt away from Drexel and he turned to walk away.
Kasper: “why's daddy so mean? why can't i play football? bo and me play tackle all the time and i ain't never got hurt!”
Kasper was hiding her tears in the crook of Imogen’s neck in thick black hair. Imogen had the brightest green eyes, a happy smile that connected to dimples that curved toward a small pointed nose. Her cheeks were peppered with freckles.
Imogen: ”Your daddy will come around one day Kasp, because when you grow up I know you will do some great things and he won't be able to deny that a girl or woman can do man things…it's called a humbling, or foot in mouth. You are the strongest little girl I've ever met and you make me proud because you never give up…life is hard and the world is mean but you are the kind of young woman who gets hit but you're up again..ready to go.”
Kasper slowly pulls her face from hiding, eyes wet and red, she wipes away a runny nose.
Kasper: ”...I'll do it…”
Imogen: ”I know you will and I can't wait to see it…”...2024; Present Day...
The scene opens up with Kasper sitting in front of a large well kept black marble headstone, IMOGEN ‘EMMA’ VAN ZANT, mother. wife. sister. daughter was under her Mother's name and instead of a birth and death date the word ’IMMORTALIZED’ in her handwriting was carved.
Kasper: ”I did it Momma…or I am doing it, Papa let me into The Gym and Bo is better…I think I'm making them proud and I hope you are proud wherever you are…”
And silence fell back over the small family plot, she didn't see in the background Slam 2 watching from a distance. He was holding a picture of Kaspers real Mother, Vixen, a name long forgotten to most except to him and David. No one knew truly what a terrible person Donzig was, what he took from the Slams, how he ruined what could have been a dynasty by now. He was a heartless monster and for Slam 2 that trumped double crossing white trash any day.
Drexel: ”Well…you having second thoughts?”
Slam2: ”Hell no, second thoughts and regrets are for the good people of the world…I ain't no saint.”
Drexel: ”She's walking right into Donzigs world, boy have we failed…”
Slam2: ”No…no…we haven't. David is on the Donzig radar cruising right into this: the son and daughter of Slam 2, together, it'll blindside him!”
Drexel: ”Just like that? And you think this revelation won't affect Kasper? I mean the wall we've built…it's tall and neither of them are none the wiser about who is who, and you've nearly got David killed…”
Slam2: ”David is a puss…no offense to the boy but he doesn't have what I thought he did, but Kasper…She's the brawn and brains the Empire has been missing…what I've been missing to solve all of this.”
Drexel grabbed Slam by the shoulder and whipped him around drawing him up so they were face to face.
Drexel: ”It makes me sick you use those kids as some sacrificial lambs, it's disgusting David! If you go through with this and you lead them to a slaughter…I'll kill you myself! The world you are about to flip upside down comes with a mess of consequences and you better be ready to pick up the pieces, you better be ready to lay down and die for her…for him…”
Slam2 smirked and it was enough for Drexel to draw back and crack Slam across the face, once, twice, and then Drexel shoved Slam away.
Slam2: ”You won't get to many shots like that Uncle *Slam spit a mouthful of blood; wiping his mouth after with the back of his hand* and I'll do what's right when it's right, I've survived Donzig long enough…I'll always survive that son of a bitch…The Rumble is a means to an end, the rise of the Slam family legacy the eventual end of Donzig…”
Slam2 shoved past Drexel and disappeared, Drexel had turned his attention back to where Kasper sat…watching....Detroit...
’...you didn't have to shake it…
But you did…but you did!’
ZZ Top blasted on an old stereo, Lizzy very nimbly danced to the music standing over Kasper who laid, covered up by a blanket and her WUK belt laying on the pillow beside her. Liz wore just her ‘RUMBLE 24’ panties and ‘KVZ’ crop top.
*Kasper singing with the song:* ”And I thank you!
You didn't have to make it like you did..
*Lizzy seductively and slowly down sitting across Kaspers lap*
but you did… but you did
And I thank youuu..!”
The pair kiss before Lizzy falls to Kaspers side.
Lizzy: ”So how does it feel to know you might make history at the Rumble?”
Kasper: ”Oh you think so?”
Lizzy: ”Oi believe in a woman's intuition lass, its more than thinkin’ and more o’I know feelin’”
Kasper: ”Miss Rumble…has a ring to it yeah?”
Lizzy: ”Shaggin’a Champion an’tha future Miss Rumble? Tis everyone's dream..”
Lizzy adjusted herself so she could lay her chin on Kaspers chest, really catching the woman's eye.
Lizzy: ”Promise me yell keep yerself…safe…”
Kasper: ”Of course, babe it's wrestling…it's in my blood, always has been…I'm your wresslin’ Queen…”
Lizzy: ”Seriously…jus’ fer a moment, Kasp I think some o’these lads are killers. Monsters. Two o’em I've read were DEAD! Fookin’ zahmbies!”
Kasper smirked and kissed Liz on the forehead.
Kasper: ”I appreciate the concern Liz, I do, but nothing is derailing my train right now…those guys are to busy blowing each other to notice me and at the Rumble they'll practically be beating each other out of the ring…”
Lizzy: ”One o’em said theys gonna eat’ya! And if ya’don't think yer makin’ a big splash yer wrong some know ya’ and I don't thank their over lookin’ ya…”
Kasper: ”....I got this, I will be fine Liz MacMorrow…”
Kasper stopped when there was a knock on the camper door, the woman was up and quickly dressed. Killing the stereo she moved through the small hallway and she slowly opened the door very surprised to see her cousin David or Slam³ or whatever standing on the other side.
Kasper: "...David? Whats up?"
Slam3: "You gotta minute to talk?"
Kasper poked her head out the door looking around. Not seeing that lunatic of a Father of his seemed to mean something..and it did because she didn't trust Slam2 as far she could throw him but David was mild when not influenced by his Daddy.
Kasper: "Come on…”
David gathers up with him a tote box labeled ‘SLAMS’ in permanent marker. Kasper closes the door behind David and then offers him a seat, Lizzy with a blanket over her shoulders stands behind Kasper who leans against the small counter.
Kasper: ”What's up? Drink?”
Slam3: ”Liquor is fine. I gotta tell you a story..”
Kasper didn't even have to move as she opened a small cabinet pulling out a shot glass and bottle of Evan Williams Honey. Sliding both casually to David.
Kasper: ”ooh is it a scary story?”
Slam3: ”Yeah…yeah it can be, it's what's haunted my daddy for years. Something that will fuck with you…”
Kasper: ”Well let's hear it, jesus.”
David opens the top of the tote he'd brought with him.
Slam3: ”Alright, Donzig and my Father have a long history long before the WUK…long before the Network….loooong before Donzig plagued this place. Okay, so…”
He gave Kasper a picture of several people she recognized several faces instantly like Drexel, Slam 2 with his arm around a beautiful dark haired woman who was pregnant, Topher was by far still very old looking in this photo as he was today, she recognized Slam Senior who was the estranged brother of her Father, and he held a young…Kasper. The boys, her brothers, stood around Drexel with Slam 3 standing awkwardly off to the side of everyone except Imogen.
Kasper: ”I've never seen this before…is that Fat Chocolate? Topher. Daddy, Momma…they all were close?”
Slam3: ”Yeah…everyone except Drex and his crew wrestled together for a promotion AWA, but the Van Zants kept their distance because there was still animosity between Slam Senior and Drexel. But my daddy and my grandpa were some of the more popular talents at that promotion, so that's…*he pauses to point at the woman under Slam2s arm*...my Momma, Vixen..she was sorta daddies valet, an angel…”
He handed her another.
Kasper: ”Is that your daddy and Donzig?”
Slam3: ”..yeah..Donzig was there too. Donzig trusted my daddy I think, for a short time though they were aligned with one another and somewhere in there my grandaddy was involved. It's a bit of a confusing tale but it all affects us…you…”
Kasper sighs and rubs her face.
Kasper: ”Dude you are confusing the shit out of me…just say what you need to say.”
Slam3 grunted and once again went back into the tote.
Slam3: ”K…well Donzig is the reason Slam Senior is dead…my mother and what would have been my brother…he destroyed the Slams…he destroyed your life too, and I need you to see it.”
And finally David handed Kasper a decent stack of things. The first thing was a picture of Slam 2, David, Kasper (as a baby), and Vixen. The next picture was of Vixen and Slam 2 holding a newborn, a WELCOME TO THE PLANET KASPER banner in the background. Another picture of Slam 2 holding Kasper up at an AWA event right after winning the title against MJ Windsor.
Kasper: ”Wh…what is all this?”
Slam3: ”Just keep going stupid..”
The next item was a birth certificate:
CHILD NAME: SLAM, Mist Kasper
DOB: OCTOBER 13TH, 2001
PLACE OF BIRTH: RALEIGH, NC
HOSPITAL: WAKE
MOTHER: KILSHIR, Dawn Vixen
FATHER: SLAM, Keith David Junior (II)
Kasper dropped everything and looked at David in pure shock, she felt her stomach sink and the bile of acid burn at the back of her throat. She was going to be sick, Liz had come out of the back of the camper to see Kasper pale down to her lips.
Lizzy: ”Kasper? What's wrong?”
She couldn't speak and had to swallow down the pride of puke.
Kasper: ”What is this? IS THIS A JOKE DAVID?! It…it can't be true..my mom and dad are Drexel and Imogen Van Zant! My brother's are…are…they're not you!”
David stood holding his hands up.
Slam3: ”I..I…it's complicated Kasper but it's true and I thought..you needed to know. Donzig is a monster and destroyed our lives, daddy thought the only way to protect you was to hide you with Uncle Drex far far far away inna swamp. But you are as stubborn as a Slam and now you are here about to walk into the den with Donzig, together, we can finally put this man down…”
Kasper lunged at David and grabbed him by his jacket.
Kasper: ”Lair! Get out!”
She dragged David off the seat and easily began to drag David toward the door. He didn't physically protest.
Slam3: ”I know it's a lot to take in Kasper but everything on that tote is fact! You are a Slam…ask Uncle Drex for the truth Kasper and you'll know..ask Dad..”
Tears were welling up in her eyes before she wrenched the door open, slapping David and shoving him out. Slamming the door Kasper collapsed against it crying. Lizzy was limping slightly toward the tote looking at the contents of another life.
Lizzy: ”...what is all of this?”
Dropping everything she approached Kaser and sank down to the floor to hold her....The Tribunal...
Kasper sat on one side of a table, David slightly behind her off to the side. On the other side of the table was Drexel, Slam 2, and Topher. She had a raw rage seething behind her glare while the others held a more guilty observance.
Kasper: ”No bullshit, I want the truth…who am I?”
The three men look at each other, but it's Slam 2 who clears his throat to speak first.
Slam2: ”Kasper..everything David told you was true, all of it, and I truly did what I did after Vixens…your Mother's death…”
Drexel: ”It's the only smart thing a Slam had ever done Kasper, your Aunt Imogen loved you so much just like she did David she told me we'd take you in and act no different towards you.”
Kasper: ”...why does Donzig hate you..us…this shit is confusing…”
Topher: ”I use to be your Father's manager..My real name is Victor Creed…”
Topher looked down at Slam 2.
Topher: ”...and Slam wanted to make waves in the company, very much against my advice he betrayed Donzig…your Grandpa betrayed Donzig…I went along with it because that's what a good manager does…Donzig is a monster when he's angry Kasper, as you can see when that angry kind of monster is betrayed he destroys lives…after Slam senior…after your Mother, I made a grand exodus while Slam here did what he thought best for his children..”
Kasper couldn't look at Drexel or “Topher”...or Victor…she was angry. Confused. Her whole life had been a lie of secrecy. She burned holes through the man who was supposedly her real Father.
Kasper: ”Let me get one thing straight with you, I'm nothing like you and this Donzig mess is your problem and the only reason I'm helping David is because of you...this shit isn't our fault! But we have no choice at the Rumble but to confront Donzig..after though you're both on your own…”
Kasper stood up and began to walk away. Slam 2 did the same shouting after her.
Slam2: ”It's never over Kasper! You are every bit a Slam with that attitude you little ungrateful shit! You'll see! YOU WILL SEE LITTLE GIRL!”
[End]
