Post by Bitter Siblings on Nov 26, 2017 15:59:17 GMT -6
The sun is setting as Terra comes home after grabbing some groceries for her father. She unlocks the door and heads inside the Walker Family household.
Terra: Hey, dad. I'm back from the store. Is there anything you nee- what the bloody hell? DAD!
Once she gets near the kitchen, she sees her dad sitting on the floor by the oven, in a mess of food and appliances. Someone had trashed the entire kitchen. Terra puts down the grocery bags and runs down to her dad.
Terra: What happened? Did someone break in? The security alarm didn't go off on my phone at all.
Lance: Don't be so oblivious, Terra. You know exactly who did this.
Terra grits her teeth and cracks her knuckles and neck.
Terra: I'm going to fucking kill him! Why would he do this!?
Lance: He's upset. He lashed out at me out of nowhere. Something about taking what was rightfully his.
Terra: The Television Championship. He lost the match. I guess he's upset that he's not one of the ones in the Civil War match this Sunday.
Lance: He's only going to lash out even more at this point. There's no telling what he'll do next. But don't worry about any of this, Terra. You have a match yourself this Sunday.
Terra: Yes, and I'm going to tear that farmer girl apart. But I'm not going to let Allen get away with this! He's gone too far.
Terra storms upstairs and bangs on the door. Lance sighs at her, still sitting in the kitchen.
Lance: He isn't here.
Terra: Where did he go?
Lance: What's the one thing he does when he's not at home?
Terra knew instantly where he had gone. She quickly goes down the other staircase and heads out the door, leaving Lance with Oxenfree and Prancer. The pudgy bulldog and pug begin eating the food that Allen splattered everywhere.
Lance: Just don't eat the chicken. It's still fucking raw.
Terra quickly runs to her candy plum Porsche Carrera, opens the door, and hops in.
Terra pulls up to a packed up parking lot for a very large building. She parks in a reserved spot and hops out of the car, heading to a back entryway. The security guards were about to stop her until she gets near them, letting her enter instead. She goes through what looks to be a backstage area, with people wearing various versions of tights. You can hear a large crowd as well. She finds the people in charge of the music and pyro. She sees her brother through the multiple screens, with multiple bloody wrestlers and referees knocked out in, and out of the ring.
Terra: Play my goddamn music.
Crossburner by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as she enter through the curtain. She rushes to the ring and starts berating him.
Terra: What the bloody hell is wrong with you? First you trash dad's kitchen, and now this!? You've gone insane, and I'm sick and tired of it!
Allen: I don't give a damn! Go bother that small town bitch that's been irritating you. I'm busy being the best goddamn wrestler on the planet!
Terra had enough. She stares down her brother, until finally, she slaps him in the face. He stares at her with evil in his eyes, and they begin to brawl. The crowd is going nuts over the Bitter Siblings turning on each other, but it doesn't take long for the security to rush in to break up the brawl. They continuously take out guards and continue to brawl, until an army of them are finally able to break them up. It takes them a while to get Terra out of the arena.
She screams out in pure anger. She breathes heavily before finally calming down.
Terra stomps over to her car and gets in, slamming the door shut, driving off.
Terra: Hey, dad. I'm back from the store. Is there anything you nee- what the bloody hell? DAD!
Once she gets near the kitchen, she sees her dad sitting on the floor by the oven, in a mess of food and appliances. Someone had trashed the entire kitchen. Terra puts down the grocery bags and runs down to her dad.
Terra: What happened? Did someone break in? The security alarm didn't go off on my phone at all.
Lance: Don't be so oblivious, Terra. You know exactly who did this.
Terra grits her teeth and cracks her knuckles and neck.
Terra: I'm going to fucking kill him! Why would he do this!?
Lance: He's upset. He lashed out at me out of nowhere. Something about taking what was rightfully his.
Terra: The Television Championship. He lost the match. I guess he's upset that he's not one of the ones in the Civil War match this Sunday.
Lance: He's only going to lash out even more at this point. There's no telling what he'll do next. But don't worry about any of this, Terra. You have a match yourself this Sunday.
Terra: Yes, and I'm going to tear that farmer girl apart. But I'm not going to let Allen get away with this! He's gone too far.
Terra storms upstairs and bangs on the door. Lance sighs at her, still sitting in the kitchen.
Lance: He isn't here.
Terra: Where did he go?
Lance: What's the one thing he does when he's not at home?
Terra knew instantly where he had gone. She quickly goes down the other staircase and heads out the door, leaving Lance with Oxenfree and Prancer. The pudgy bulldog and pug begin eating the food that Allen splattered everywhere.
Lance: Just don't eat the chicken. It's still fucking raw.
Terra quickly runs to her candy plum Porsche Carrera, opens the door, and hops in.
To think that I have to continuously deal with this sodding idiot. On top of that, I have this southern bloke constantly aggravating me, and instead of me turning the Rising Stars title match to a triple threat, like I wanted, I have to face her, and it's not even a number one contendership match. Even though I'm bloody undefeated.
I'll give the girl some credit though. She knew how to get under my skin. And she's a tough competitor as well. Apparently, she's not very happy about what I've claimed. That I am the Rising Stars division. What she has to understand, however, is that I'm picking up her slack. She's been lost in the shuffle, and now that I'm here, I've become the top bitch in the division. I'm 3 and 0, and that continues when I beat that haystack ridden bloke until she's either knocked out or she taps out. I don't care either way.
I'm in UCI to prove that I've got more bollocks than anyone else on that roster. Hell, I'll take on my own brother if I have to. Speaking of…
Terra pulls up to a packed up parking lot for a very large building. She parks in a reserved spot and hops out of the car, heading to a back entryway. The security guards were about to stop her until she gets near them, letting her enter instead. She goes through what looks to be a backstage area, with people wearing various versions of tights. You can hear a large crowd as well. She finds the people in charge of the music and pyro. She sees her brother through the multiple screens, with multiple bloody wrestlers and referees knocked out in, and out of the ring.
Terra: Play my goddamn music.
Crossburner by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as she enter through the curtain. She rushes to the ring and starts berating him.
Terra: What the bloody hell is wrong with you? First you trash dad's kitchen, and now this!? You've gone insane, and I'm sick and tired of it!
Allen: I don't give a damn! Go bother that small town bitch that's been irritating you. I'm busy being the best goddamn wrestler on the planet!
Terra had enough. She stares down her brother, until finally, she slaps him in the face. He stares at her with evil in his eyes, and they begin to brawl. The crowd is going nuts over the Bitter Siblings turning on each other, but it doesn't take long for the security to rush in to break up the brawl. They continuously take out guards and continue to brawl, until an army of them are finally able to break them up. It takes them a while to get Terra out of the arena.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
That's just what I'm willing to do to my own brother, Ginger. I've dealt with misfortune for too damn long. You've crossed me at the worse possible time. You're going to wish you never started this feud, because it's going to end in a massacre.