Jetta and the Pursuit of Destiny! -RP vs Kasey Welker-
Dec 5, 2023 20:11:52 GMT -5
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Post by Jetta Tall-Tide on Dec 5, 2023 20:11:52 GMT -5
Several weeks ago…
As the pirate ship called “The Razor’s Edge” cleaves its way through the waters, Jetta Tall-Tide stands ready, casting a fierce gaze toward the future ahead of her. The ocean sprays and the breeze of a mighty wind swoops around her as she’s approached by the man who fished her out of the ocean that tragic night in the Bermuda Triangle, the man who had raised her as his own, as part of his crew.
” Ya sure you wanna do this, lass?”
She wipes her face, which a land-dweller might mistake for wiping tears, not seawater. It would be a long time before she heard his sea-battered voice again after today, and that has hit her like an anvil despite her preparations.
Jetta: You were born on the tide, Morgan. But my destiny is somewhere out there. The seas have been my home for years now, and you’ve taught me to become a wrestling pirate, but you knew this day would come.
Morgan understood well. It’s been an unspoken pact since they first met.
Morgan: Aye. If the spirits are calling ya, ya gotta seek the answers to your questions, and now’s as good a time as any.
He hugs her as the land that holds the greatest arenas and wrestling treasures looms.
Jetta: I’ll make the crew of the Razor’s Edge proud and I’ll prove wrestling pirates are the best! And when I’m done, I promise I’ll return.
She wipes the “ocean spray” from her cheeks and smiles.
Morgan: You’re the pride of our ship. Your smile has held storms at bay more than once. I know you’ll do us proud.
He squeezes her tighter and then releases, the sash around his head flapping proudly in the wind.
Jetta: I’ll find my destiny, with a proud pirate smile on my face. You can bet your last doubloon on it!
Another pirate, from the crow’s nest, calls out that it’s time to dock for land. Morgan foregoes another hug and extends his hand. Jetta takes it with a beaming, confident grin as the rest of the pirates rouse a mighty song in her honor, sending her off in style as she walks the plank for her first real steps on land in years.
…
Sometime later…
The Wrestling Pirate roams the big city getting dizzier with each step. So many people so close together, yet seemingly lost in direction. Man-made mountains of steel and glass tower over her, making the little lass feel even tinier. It’s a far cry from the ocean where blue skies and water stretch as far as the eyes can see, with the occasional island hosting treasures or stricken sailors.
This is different, alien. Morgan had warned her of this. Strange-looking people give her strange looks as she passes them, so she slips into a building to keep from being overwhelmed.
Jetta: I’m sooooooo thirsty!
She rubs her tummy.
” Cool cos. What can I get started for you?”
She looks at the exhausted urbanesque barkeeper behind the counter who has answered her prayer. Jetta rockets a smile at him.
Jetta: What’s a cos? And I’ll take your stiffest grog.
The Pirate Lass tosses him a gold doubloon. He almost fumbles it and looks confused about the situation while Jetta stares expectantly. The man is politely pushed aside by a much larger man about 6’6” and 280 pounds in clothes desperately trying to survive being ripped apart by his muscles.
”Sorry for my colleague. He’s still paying off years of acting school.”
The huge man slides her a cup of steaming dark liquid. It’s not grog. Her pirate eyes can see that.
Jetta: What’s acting? Is that another kind of wrestling?
She grimaces upon the first sip of the strong mystery drink, but for some reason can’t stop herself from continuing to partake.
” Unlike you and me, he’s not a wrestler, kiddo. My name’s Dave by the way. Dave the Barista. “
Dave extends his hand and they shake, but Jetta is still reeling from the news that there are more than just wrestling pirates and wrestling adventures out there.
Dave: You okay, kid? By the look on your face, it seems you’ve never taken a step off the ship before. “
Dave laughs heartily, pointing to her pirate attire. His laughter reminds her of Morgan’s when he was amused and she grins.
Jetta: I have a few times but Morgan made me stay on the ship mostly so I’d stay out of trouble. But, wow. There are so many different wrestlers here in the urban jungle. On the seven seas, it was mostly pirates, buccaneers, raiders, or sometimes a lost gang of wrestling ninjas. But, wow, wrestling actors and baristas? This is what I set out for though. To seek out the world’s greatest wrestling arenas and adventures.
Dave: World’s greatest you say? Hmmm. I know a guy..
He steps away for a moment and returns, sliding a business card to her. She takes it and reads the signage: WGWF. Jonathan Barrows.
Dave: Give him a phonecall. And if you ever need backup, I’m a phonecall away from giving idiots an unstoppable Barista Bomb, free of charge.
He slaps her on the shoulder and walks away to continue his duties. The past 10 minutes alone have been a whirlwind for Jetta, but the overwhelming feeling now only serves to excite her more. The knowledge she has gained from Dave fuels her giddiness to learn and experience new things!
Jetta: Wait. What’s a phonecall?
A few days after the November 27th Smash…
Nestled inside the Greyhound bus steaming toward Dallas for Brawl, Devlin Knight taps a pen against his notebook, jotting down something else in his prep notes. Groaning, he leans back to stretch and notices Jetta in her seat next to him, still looking out of the window, waving as they pass vehicles.
Devlin: You ok, Jetta? You’ve been doing that for over an hour.
She whips her head toward him and smiles gigantically.
Jetta: Aye, First Friend! These land vessels are sooooo FAST! I could watch them for hours! Some of these people driving them look so sad though. I’m trying to make them smile, say hi, wave, and stuff.
She snaps her face back toward the window and waves at another occupant in a vehicle.
Sad Motorist: Dafuq? A fucking pirate? LOL!
The dude waves. Jetta squeals!
Jetta: Devlin! I got one! Sadness *does a cut-throat gesture* is defeated!
Knight chuckles and scratches his brow with the pen. Jetta is peculiar to him. Most wrestlers focus on match prep of their opponents, but she’s been doing everything EXCEPT that.
Devlin: Soooo, what’s your plan for Kasey Welker? I always hate wrestling unknowns. They could be the easiest match to win or the next unbeatable phenom that leaves you staring at the lights.
The Wrestling Pirate turns her full attention to him, eyes brimmed with cluelessness.
Jetta: Kasey Welker? Who’s that?
Devlin’s eyes grow.
Devlin: Ummmm, your opponent? Smash? December 11th?
Jetta gasps and flicks her pirate hat.
Jetta: AHOY! Right.
She nods at him but he can still see the aloofness in her eyes regarding Kasey.
Devlin: Kasey. Tall, athletic fighter. I assume you haven’t done your promo yet?
Jetta: Promo? What’s that?
Devlin looks around, expecting hidden cameras to emerge declaring this a prank.
Devlin: Um, well. You get on camera and talk about the match so people will want to see it and cheer you and cheer WGWF and want to watch more of you.
The Pirate Lass beams, liking the idea.
Jetta: Why only cheer me though? They can cheer Kasey too.
Devlin: Well, yes. Oh boy. Come here. I’ll coach you a little so you don’t “Jumpin’ Jeff Farmer” it.
It takes a few hours but he gets some basics down with her. Being a changed man now and wanting to help, he becomes the “cameraman” and prompts the 3….2….1… as she stands in the aisle.
Jetta: Ahoy, WGWF, Smash!
She does a pirate flourish and tips her hat. Some fellow passengers grumble about another damn kid doing Tik-Tok shit. Others either don’t care or pull out their phones to record.
Jetta: Last Smash I met Captain Barrows and Denise Essex, but most importantly I met my First Friend and future IC champling, Devlin Knight! On December 11th I’ll meet you, Kasey Welker. Ooooooh boy you better watch out, Kasey! I’m gonna… oooooh… maaan I’m gonna…..
Jetta throws blistering fast striking combos and almost kicks a window.
Jetta: Yeah, THAT’S what will happen to you. Fans, get your seats now, but you’ll only need the edge of them because I may be small but they don’t call me Tall-Tide for nothing!
The Pirate Lass stops as if she’s done, but Devlin motions for her to keep going. She grins but the eyes don’t lie, she’s clueless.
Jetta: Um, because, yeah. Tides can be powerful you know? Yeah, I’ve seen them reach 40 feet! Ooooh and Kasey, um, you’re taller than me BUT remember what I said about how tall tides can get? When we scrub-the-deck in Smash-lanta I’m gonna feel 40 feet tall and carrying hurricanes in my fists! Ooooooh BOY, Kasey! You’re gonna feel the smallest you ever have!
She clangs her fists together for emphasis and then shuts her eyes, letting the screen behind her lids conjure the weathered face of Captain Morgan Darkwater, the man who’d been a father figure to her.
Jetta: The man who raised me was quite the word blade. A real poet. He would say: Good timber doesn’t grow with ease, the stronger wind, the stronger trees, the further sky, the greater length, the more the storm, the more the strength. By sun and cold, by rain and snow, in trees of men good timber grows.
Smiling she opens her eyes.
Jetta: I’m good timber, Kasey. Morgan made sure of it. I’ve survived sinkings, raids, ship attacks by creatures from the island of Dr. Moreau, Loch Ness, Kraken, drownings, hurricanes, the fury of storms, and the scorching fingers of the sun. Are you good timber too, Kasey? From what my First Friend Devlin Knight tells me, you’re gonna be tougher than a sea snake to deal with and I trust him, so I hope he’s right because I’m here for challenges, adventures, and treasures. When that bell rings, I'll be what happens when you mix a hurricane with a volcano, and if you’re not good timber then your dreams will be shipwrecked and washed ashore on the island of defeat.
Jetta looks at Devlin, her expression needy for acceptance. She finds it when he gives her a thumbs up and shuts the camera off. She bobs on the balls of her feet and hugs him.
Jetta: I did it! My first promo! I did what you told me at the end; I used my experience on the seas to communicate with Kasey!
She leaps over him and plops into her seat.
Jetta: I owe you soooo much already! If those scurvy dogs mess with you on Brawl I’ll be there to make them walk the plank!
Devlin clasps her shoulder and steadies a serious look at her.
Devlin: No. We’re friends but I’m not gonna let you get bogged down with the Fortunate Ones. They’re dangerous. You haven’t had your first match yet and they would wind up hurting you in it if they could, probably worse than that too, knowing them and their ability to put people out of action for months. I have things in the works to deal with them. You do you for now and everything will be fine.
There’s hesitation from Jetta but she eventually grins and tips the hat at him.
Jetta: Aye-Aye!
They high-five.
Jetta: Our friendship will be the stuff of legend! The waves will shout it across the seas and Bards will sing it in taverns! HOIST THE COLORS!
A Few Passengers: HOIST THE COLORS!