NBW - Introducing: The Walker Family
Sept 24, 2017 17:00:16 GMT -6
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Post by L Verez {L-7} on Sept 24, 2017 17:00:16 GMT -6
There's still a week's time before Rite of Passage. We've arrived at my hometown of Oxford, England. We're just outside of my house. While the house is rather nice and expensive, it's the last place I want to be right now, or ever. L, are you sure we should do this? I've not been around my family in ages.
L Verez: I'm positive, Vin! When I asked Zima to meet her family, I thought I was crazy not asking you to meet yours first!
I really wish you hadn't…
L Verez: Everything will go great, Vinny! Trust me! In fact… here, I'll take the camera. Let me be your biographer for a day!
Hey. Not just anyone can be a biographer. This takes years of pract---
*Shuffle*
There we go! Now go! Ring the door bell!
Vincent Walker: Okay, okay! But I'm telling you, you'll regret this decision…
*Ding dong*
The door opens to reveal a rather young and attractive female. She's slim, but with some tone to her abdomen, as seen by her crop top. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she were a wrestler...
Terra Walker: Hey, kid. Finally decided to come home after flunking out of college? I didn't think I'd ever see your face again.
Vincent Walker: *sigh* … Hello Terra. I've been quite busy since I've left college. I honestly didn't see myself returning here so soon either.
Terra Walker: What's that thing behind you?
Greetings! My name is L Verez!
Terra Walker: Wait. I know you. You're in UCI, aren't you? That new Guardians member?
Yes, that's me! Are you a fan?
Terra Walker: Not exactly. I only watch it because our father tells us to. I prefer that new federation they've been building up. New Blood Wrestling.
Oh… Well, to each their own!
Vincent Walker: Speaking of father, is he home?
Terra Walker: Yes, he's in the kitchen, cooking as usual. Allen is here as well. He's getting ready to eat his belt--- I mean, his gross vegan food.
Vincent Walker: Well, since I'm here now, I guess I'll go see them as well.
Okay! We walk through their living room, which looks very elegant! Lots of expensive furniture that you would see big time celebrities own. They even have one of those curved 4k TVs! I wonder where they get their money from… anyway! Terra sits down to watch some TV as we head over to the dining room, where we see what looks to be the Allen Walker person they were talking about. He's a bit more rugged than Vince. Oh… he's got a couple Championship belts on the table. I wonder if they're both his. But he's currently eating a salad and has a bottle of water by him as well.
Allen Walker: By the gods, it's little Vinny, and his new space mate. I saw you get your arse handed to you by that Cougar Hunter chick. Your mate had to finish your battles. Just like we did back in school. Some things never change, do they, Vinny?
Vincent Walker: She attacked me from behind, Allen. It wasn't exactly a fair fight.
Allen Walker: Why didn't you fight her at Meltdown then? Have you still not trained to become a wrestler?
Vincent Walker: I'm a biographer. Not a wrestler.
Allen Walker: Well, you seem to be doing a poor job, considering L Verez has your camera.
Wait, you actually know my name? Terra didn't seem to recognize me.
Allen Walker: She doesn't pay attention to UCI as much as I do. For whatever reason, she prefers that second rate B show, New Blood Wrestling. If it weren't for that codger over there, I'd be joining UCI, instead of NBW.
Lance Walker: Who are you calling a codger, you tofu donut!?
An older blonde man walks in with a delicious looking surf and turf platter. I'm quite positive that plate definitely isn't for Allen.
Lance Walker: …Vincent? Why didn't anyone tell me you were coming? And you brought company. Familiar company… Lance Walker. Pleasure to meet you, L Verez.
Likewise, Mr. Walker!
Vincent Walker: Hello to you too, dad. This was a bit last minute, and it was also L’s idea. I didn't ruin your precious dinner plans, did I?
Lance smirks and rolls his eyes at his son.
Lance Walker: You're not getting out of this one, child. Come sit. There's enough for all of us.
Vince reluctantly sits down. Lance gets ready to call over Terra.
Lance Walker: TERRA, GET YOUR LAZY ASS OFF THAT TV, AND COME EAT SOME DINNER WITH YOUR FAMILY! Allen, I understand you're a fantastic champion, but could you please take those damn belts off the table so we can eat?
Allen scoffs at his father as he puts the belts on his shoulders.
Allen Walker: This is what a champion looks like, people! I don't need your dead animal meat to be the best in the business.
Terra walks over after turning off her TV. It sounded as if she was watching wrestling.
Terra Walker: Oh shut up, tree groper. You're not the only one in the house that's won championships.
Allen Walker: I'm the only one currently holding them though. Call me Allen Two Belts.
Terra scoffs at her sibling before she sits down, as Lance gives her some surf and turf. Afterwards, he sends some surf and turf our way as well.
Lance Walker: While that leaf eating donkey over there eats his bland rubbish of a salad, the rest of us will be enjoying a stunning shrimp and rib eye steak surf and turf dish. Absolutely fucking delicious.
That crude compliment is right. This food is amazing! Allen, you're missing out!
Allen Walker: I'm not eating that, and I'm not ever drinking Alex Richard’s disgusting Zim-Quilla either.
Vincent Walker: Bloody hell. Something we agree on!
The Walker family all laugh. I guess I'm the only one here that understands the magic of Zim-Quilla…
Lance Walker: Well, now that you're here, Vince, I have a question for you.
Vincent Walker: I already want to say no.
Lance Walker: Oh, come on, at least let me explain what it is, before you throw it off like overcooked swordfish.
Vince groans, but reluctantly agrees. This doesn't seem to be the first time his father has requested something like this.
Vincent Walker: Fine, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to say no.
Lance Walker: Well, I noticed that you have been accompanying Ms. Verez here for her UCI tenure.
Vincent Walker: I already don't like the sound of this.
Lance Walker: Quit interrupting, you donut! After Rite of Passage has passed, I'm going to talk to Vincent Pryde about signing Allen and Terra to New Blood Wrestling, with me as their manager. Allen wants to sign to UCI, but I've convinced him that New Blood needs bigger names much more than UCI does at the moment. These two could help make New Blood the big time show Pryde wants it to be. But I figure… You may not have it yet, but if you get the right traini---
Vincent Walker: Oh, bollocks, dad, really? Let me guess. You want to train me to become a wrestler for New Blood. I think one Vincent is enough. Besides, I prefer being L’s biographer.
Lance Walker: Don't be such a pansy! You know my missing lamb sauce? That's you! You could be the big underdog talent that they need. You already have the potential in your genes, son!
Vincent Walker: By the gods, I've just been compared to lamb sauce… dad. I don't think I have the same physical prowess that you guys have. Why not have L join? She's become a big name, and I believe that she'll win the Hypermedia Championship at Rite of Passage. That will give New Blood a lot more publicity.
Umm… I appreciate that, Vinny, but I'm loyal and exclusive to UCI. Though I do know someone else that would like to join New Blo---
Allen Walker: Hold on. Rewind a bit. You think Verez is going to beat Corey Black? Have you gone mad?
Oh my, such a confidence boost…
Lance Walker: Piss off, Allen! That's not what we're discussing here!
Terra Walker: He has a point. I just watched him easily win his last match on WCF Slam.
This isn't about me! This is about Vince!
Lance Walker: Finally, someone with half a brain! Son, please. If the training doesn't work out, then you don't have to join New Blood. I just want to see if you have what it takes to be the next big superstar in our family.
Allen Walker: Alright. I've had enough. I'm leaving.
Lance Walker: Oh, come on, you completely took that out of context!
Allen Walker: What? Do you think I'm not talented enough to put New Blood Wrestling on the map on my lonesome, let alone with Terra? We already have the raw talent, you prick! We're the best tag team in the world!
Terra Walker: You're Goddamn right we are! Nobody can touch The Bitter Siblings in that ring! Little Vinny could wrestler for a century, and not even come close to our league!
I think the ego scale has shattered at this point… Though, The Bitter Siblings is a pretty excellent name for a tag team.
Lance Walker: You don't think I know this, you two? You don't think I believe this? I'm not trying to put either of you down. I'm trying to give my youngest son an opportunity at success!
Vincent Walker: What? You don't think I'm already doing well for myself? L’s Universal Protector status isn't just some facade. I really have been traveling with her throughout the Universe as her biographer. I don't need to continue your wrestling legacy to be successful. This isn't to help me. This is to boost your everlasting ego, and I want no part of it!
Wow. I never expected Vince to stand up for himself like this. I'm actually quite proud of him. Even his family are in shock. Lance goes up to Vince and put his hands on Vin’s shoulders.
Lance Walker: Son… that spark is exactly what I want out of you! You have massive potential, I can sense it from miles away! At least give this a shot before you toss it by the wayside.
Vince looks down a bit. I guess he's actually putting some thought into this idea.
Vincent Walker: Alright, fine. I'll entertain the idea. But if I'm unable to learn in a decent amount of time, then New Blood is off the table.
Lance gives Vince a big hug, much to the disgust of his siblings. Allen snarling, and Terra pretending to gag.
Lance Walker: I knew you'd come around, son! The Walker Family is going to take over New Blood Wrestling!
Allen Walker: Though, we didn't need you for that, little Vinny.
Terra Walker: Not like the Bitter Siblings aren't already going to dominate everyone in that locker room.
Lance Walker: Oh, fuck off out of here you two!
They scoff at their father and exit up the stairs.
Lance Walker: I'm glad you came by, Vince. I know I haven't always been the best father, but I promise to train you to the best of my abilities. I'm sure my veteran status, and the fact that I've already successfully trained two superstars is proof of that.
Vincent Walker: Just when you were starting to sound sincere. But it was good seeing you. Your food was delicious, as always. But L and I have to go. We have quite the busy schedule.
Lance Walker: Ahh, yes. You're new sci-fi adventure. I have some wonderful honey panna cotta you both take with you, if you'd like.
That sounds fantastic!
Vincent Walker: Yes, agreed.
Lance walks over to the kitchen to grab two plates of honey panna cotta. He walks back over with a smile on his face.
Lance Walker: Two stunning plates of honey panna cotta. Enjoy! And don't be afraid to come back a bit more often! I know your siblings can front like they don't care, but they do actually like having you around.
Vincent Walker: If we have any free time, I'll be sure to stop by.
Lance Walker: Oh, and bring that other talent with you too, L Verez!
I'll be sure to, Mr. Walker!
Lance Walker: Please, just call me Lance.
Sounds good, Lance. Until next time! We head out of the front door and begin walking over to our teleporter. Right before we step into it, I've been stopped by Vincent.
Vincent Walker: You can stop narrating now, L.
L Verez: Oh, right… sorry. Are you ready to head home?
Vincent Walker: Just one thing. now that we're away from my family, I wanted to ask you for a favor.
L Verez: Anything, Vinny!
Vincent Walker: Could you possibly help me train for New Blood Wrestling? I've seen the way my father trains Allen and Terra, which is a big reason for the stigma within the household. Being second generation wrestlers to a legend like “The Master Chef” Lance Walker leaves a lot of weight on their shoulders.
L Verez: I don't mind training you at all, Vince. My only concern is what your father would say about it.
Vincent Walker: That's why we don't tell him. You and my family have a similar style of wrestling. He shouldn't notice a thing.
L Verez: As long as he continues making us this wonderful food! This panna cotta is spectacular!
Vincent Walker: He's taught me how to cook already, so I could make you some food, if this doesn't work out. He made sure that, if I wasn't going to wrestle, that I was going to continue his legacy of being a Michelin Star chef. Obviously, I didn't go through with that either. But he's about as harsh in the kitchen as he is in the ring. That's why he earned his nickname. I just really don't want to go through a worse version of that.
L Verez: He didn't seem all that bad. At least, not as bad as your siblings. They were just rude.
Vincent Walker: He isn't when there's company, or when he's just being casual. But when he sees potential in someone, and wants them to reach that potential, and then some, it's like dealing with Satan himself.
L Verez: That makes sense. That would explain why your siblings are so bitter.
Vincent Walker: Hence their tag team name. Anyway, thank you. I'm glad I've met a good friend that's willing to help with this whole mess. I feel like, even once I get into New Blood Wrestling, I'll have no clue what I've gotten myself into.
L Verez: I'll make sure you're ready for New Blood Wrestling, for sure, Vinny! Positive vibes, always!
Vincent Walker: I sure hope so. So, are you ready to go, since you pretty much devoured both of our plates?
L Verez: Oh… did I?
Vincent Walker: Yes, I gave you my plate whilst we were conversing.
L Verez: No wonder I'm so full… anyways! Let's go!
Vincent Walker: Right… to the dreaded teleporter.
~~WHOOSH~~
