Meta White; Not A Musical A Fantasy Drama act I

[Kasper Van Slam]

...Kaspers unconscious mind…

Sparkly noises. Darkness. Whispers. Words began to form in the darkness, Kasper was free falling in the darkness. Unconscious. Covered in blood. The WUK title falls in the darkness with her. Out of reach.

who are you?

Who are you Kasper Van Zant?

Who?

Are you, you?

Kasper.

You are who?

White angelic wings spread out of the darkness.

Kasper is….a woman…

…what is a woman?

Kasper.

She's a warrior.

She's a Champion.

She wields the White.

…but…

She's a Slam. Slam. SLam. SLAm. slam!

The darkness rocks. It thrashes in thunderous rage, yet the white wings remain untouched by this cataclysm. They keep Kasper stationary also untouched by the darkness's hiss. A figure takes shape. A thick full figured man.

I am Kasper.

Said the man. He had no true detailed features, everything was hidden in the bright clean white light.

Kasper. Arise. I SAID WAKE!

The voice of the man so loud and powerful plagued the darkness around them. Yet Kasper woke like a little sleeping beauty.

Kasper: ”wha…where am I?”

Everywhere. High strung and low throttled Kasper. You..are lost. Crushing under the weight of your crown…

The WUK title shifted and morphed into a brilliant crown, it attached itself to her head suddenly sinking downward. Fast. Like a stone. The White followed.

Or perhaps just sinking…and the Lord of Black is at your door. He questions who (who) you (you) are (are). You've foiled him twice. Once in a cage…as a woman…not by your hand but by your raised hand. Then you climbed for your victory on crafted metal, denying him once again as Our Lady of Light. White is the opposite of Black.

They suddenly stopped their rapid descent. The crown was removed.

Kasper: ”You are speaking riddles…I'm just…I'm just Kasper Va-”

The words choked and died in her throat, in the void of her suspension Kasper was slow…she choked out the word: ‘Van Zant’ which withered and died.

Kasper: ”Kasper v-ahhg *gag noise* VA-AAAAAGAH”

This time the ‘Van Zant’ ripped from Kasper in a dull gray jet of color creating a Kasper Van Zant; this version of her was the version of Kasper that existed outside of her head decked out in black and red, the title clasped around her waist. In a scream of agony her body twisted and melted and shifted into a red blob which detached itself from her creating a Kasper Slam. This Kaspers eyes burned with fire. It was demonicnoid in a cowgirls outfit, a dusty duster coat, fangs, and claws as sharp as knives.

You are just not one Kasper.

The white light with wings started to focus in shifting from a bright light into Lady of Light. When she spoke again her voice was soft, lacking its echo.

Kasper, you are all of us. You are who you need to be when the time is right; an honorable Van Zant….*Kasper Van Zant merges into Kasper*....the conniving Slam…*Kasper Slam merges*....you are a woman…*Kasper glows white*...and you are the Light that will stop Lord Dominicus. The Vantablack Savior.

The darkness had a voice and it spoke. A hiss. A Whisper.

W:UK’S VANTABLACK SAVIOR! NOW I STAND ON THE PRECIPICE OF CRUSHING THIS COMPANY UNDER MY FOOT! AND TO WHAT END? TO BUILD IT IN MY EVIL IMAGE! ENJOY THESE LAST FEW DAYS WITH YOUR TITLE, KASPER BECAUSE THE TRANSITIONAL PERIOD IS OVER, IT’S MY TIME! DOMINICUS FOREVER!

You are a Champion! You are his MetaWhite Lady of the White! You will have to defend the place you call home! The Vantablack cannot succeed in crushing W:UK AND never can he lay claim to its most coveted prize…

Kasper the Light with her angel wings holds up her version of the belt and inside the titles facing Kasper saw a prophecy unfold: hundreds of thousands suffering, millions more wearing Lord Dominicus masks that controlled them, and standing over the chaos all over the world is LORD DOMINICUS! THE GIANT FIGURE PLUCKS A VANTABLACK VERSION OF EARTH FROM THE VERY COSMOS AND CRUSHES IT! Kasper gasps and swallows the Vantablack ashes and the prophecy image fades.

She shifts for a second into a Vantablack version of herself. Then Kasper the Light merges with Kasper. She is all one. She is all lanes. Multiverses of herself. Alternate universes of herself. The voice spoke from within Kaspers head.

For this task you must be Lady White, The MetaWhite Queen!

Kasper remained whole in union as she did at Dominion. Where she had foiled Lord Dominicus her second time adorned in a MetaWhite mask and Metawhite wrestling gear….

kasper…kaaasper…KASPER!!!!!

...Miami…

Kasper shot up from her slumber, her face was still stitched up from her match with Donzig, the mere thought gave her goosebumps but her head lifted off the pillow as she blinked out the fuzzy sleep spots in her eyes.

Slam 2.

Drexel.

And Slam 3 all stood around her.

Kasper: ”...what the fuck?”

Slam2: ”You what the fuck?”

Drexel: ”You were mumbling in your sleep about MetaWhite this…Lord Dominicus that…”

Slam 3 held up the white mask.

Slam2: ”That was clutched in your hand. Why are you in that gear? Are you on drugs and not sharing with your old man?!”

Kasper sat up and sure enough she was in the MetaWhite…Lady White get up. Drexel rolled his eyes at Slam 2.

Drexel: ”Donzig really fucked you up kid?”

Kasper stood up. She snatched the mask from her half brother and clipped it to her belt loop, the title was now an elegant crafted katana which she clasped to her back.

Lady White: ”That path is no longer the issue…Father's..”

Kasper approaches the door of her camper and stops in the doorway.

Lady White: ”I must stop the Vantablack Savior….”

[to be continued…]