Legacies: Sibling Rumble (BR RP)

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The pair charge each other again, both landing haymakers at the same time the blows setting each other's head about 3 inches to the side. Spit and blood fly as they both stumble step in opposite directions, David recovers first grabbing Kaspers wrist as she falls away and jerking her into his incoming fist! It connects with her mouth splitting top and bottom lip as she gets another and finally hits the ground.

Slam3: ”Everything is about you Kasper…everything..”

He kicks her.

Slam3: ”So yeeeeah I took your idea and..”

As Kasper tries to sit up David kicks her in the face. David steps over his sister squatting down over her.

Slam3: ”...IT'S MY TIME TO TALK!”

Kasper spits blood in her brother's face, David delivers a head butt that cracks Kaspers nose again but this time Kasper doesn't fight back and she's still conscious breathing heavily through her mouth.

Kasper: ”...y…you…deserve…nothing..”

David screams in her face. He suddenly rolls Kasper into an arm bar, Kasper fights but a hard boot heel against her jaw gave David the advantage.

Slam3: ”I deserve nothing?! You and everyone else just skims over exactly who I am, where I come from and they laaaaaugh at our legacy!! Let me remind you! Let me remind nineteen other assholes that I am a third generation wrestler! We KASPER ARE LEGACIES!! Our grandaddy started the Slam clan, made a million dollars and died in the ring, and my daddy set some high but looow standards, and our daddy was a champion! YOU WERE A CHAMPION KASPER! ..*David wrenches hard on his sisters arm*.. I come from a long line of winners and champions and we get noooo respect for it, and then men like Dillinger and fucking pricks like Reese who just look over us…”

David adjusts, folding Kaspers wrist inward.

Slam3: ”....come on stay awake! We settle this, remember? Okay listing dumb dicks, um…don't even get me started on the opinions of Sinclair and Drake about us but they are faaaar from fucking favorable but shit at Breton Warfare, I'm going to end that too! I'm going to kick that promise right through their teeth! We are really going to test our mettle at the Battle of Britain, all of us, but it's about who wants it more, right? That's me! It's going to be me, some legacies aren't gonna take root, some claimants have come back with foolish dreams to some throne they only noticed…pfft is it my fault their failed chances at other foreign failed places to come in OUR backyard and take this opportunity from me?”

Kasper: ”our..backyard?”

Kasper asked through gritted teeth. David's eyes grew wide and it may have been the concussion but all that rage suddenly seemed focused.

Slam3: ”Ours. You don't have to travel with me Kasper, not this time, you got your shit going and I got mine…maybe we should run parallel in all of this and one day we'll cross paths again, I'm sure of that, but we've got something still to prove soon.”

David finally releases Kasper, rolling away from her he stands slowly and helps her up to her feet where he has to catch her as she stumbles limply forward. But she pushes back somewhat steadily now. The pair stare as people start to gather in the distance their attention directed toward them.

Slam3: ”Go kick Cranes ass…”

Kasper: ”...I'm going to fucking break Crane. You go earn that title shot…you got a lot more to prove.”

Slam3: ”I ain't worried, Imma tank.”

Kasper mocked in jest with a dry chuckle as she brushed her busted lips with finger tips.

Kasper: ”...you hit like one. And listen I get what you're saying, I'm going to stay out of your way because one day we'll cross paths. But I can offer advice, I came up short at the last battle royal so you don't have to worry about scaly back bitches that's a plus…but it ain't easy. Gotta keep your head on a swivel.”

Slam3: ”No Gators and no daddy's, I think we'll do just fine..”

Kasper: ”..we'll be fine. Plus you use any of that submission stuff and you'll be unstoppable, not everyone has to be pinned..I learned the hard way.”

David chuckled, but quickly grabbed his ribs.

Slam3: ”If our daddy ever taught me anything was his moves, so he'll be around in spirit.”

Kasper: ”Hallelujah..”

Silence grew between the siblings.

Slam3: ”Good luck?”

Kasper: ”Give'em hell…”

David nods and turns, he slowly limps away.