Post by Bitter Siblings on Oct 15, 2017 15:33:14 GMT -6
Inside the Walker Family Manor is their grand dining room. Within that, besides the 5 star decor, is a long dinner table, flanked by empty chairs. The only two filled seats are on each end of the table. Occupying those seats are none other than the Bitter Siblings, Terra and Allen Walker. Terra and her chubby bulldog are eating food made from their father, Lance Walker, whilst Allen and his pug eat a salad.
Allen: How is it that you get booked before I do? I'm a dual champion, for gods sake. I should already be qualifying for Killing Floor by now.
Terra: Keep it in your pants, Len. I'm just facing some nobody anyway.
Allen: Who even is your opponent anyway, and why should we care?
Terra: Some bitch named Leah James, and we shouldn't, honestly. She's just some no name that's just starting out, most likely. This'll be as easy as eating a piece of dad's cake.
Allen: Disgusting.
Terra: Or whatever vegan dessert you eat… if that's even a thing.
Allen: I've officially lost my appetite. Me and my two belts are leaving.
Allen goes over to the kitchen where their father Lance is, and puts his salad bowl on the counter. Allen looks over to his pug.
Allen: Come on, Prancer. Let's go.
The pug just sits and stares at him, tilting his head.
Allen: Fine. Be that way. I was gonna share one of my belts with you, but now you get nothing!
Once Allen walks upstairs, Lance gives Prancer some food. Prancer eats it happily before heading upstairs.
Lance: Fucking vegan donut.
Lance cleans up and heads upstairs himself. This leaves us along with Terra Walker, who has some things to say about her upcoming match. She pets her dog and lets it run off to wherever it desires.
Of anyone in this roster that I could have faced, it's some jobber named Leah James. The Psychonic Sibling gets an easy win this week.
Listen, bitch. I don't know you. I don't care to know you. I doubt anyone else in the locker room cares either. You might as well not even show up to this match, because once you do, you won't be coming out the same.
Terra gives off a slight maniacal laugh.
You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kid. I'm called Psychonic for a reason. I will tear your limbs. I'll break your bones. I'll make you tap and then choke you out, just because I can. Once that bell rings, any hopes you have of possibly winning this match will be depleted.
She pushes the chair back and stands up, cracking her knuckles and neck. She begins to walk over to the kitchen.
I feel quite sorry for you, Leah. It seems like your first match is going to be your last. Once I'm finished with you, you'll be lying on the canvas wondering why you started wrestling in the first place. You'll contemplate every decision you've ever made in your life. It sounds traumatizing, doesn't it? Well, that's what it's like to get into the ring with Terra Walker.
Your life is on the line here, Leah. You have two choices. Either tuck your tail and run, so you can live to fight another day… or step in that ring, and risk multiple injuries, contortions, separations, tears. I won't be held responsible for the choices you make. The choice is yours, Leah.
She opens a door that leads to a downstairs area. Once she makes it down, it looks to be a training room. She finds a punching bag, and begins to hit combos on it.
Whether it be with strikes, grapples, submissions, I will surpass you by kilometers. I'm sorry love, but you're just simply not on my level. I've succeeded in every federation I've been in, meanwhile you'll remain an unknown. Maybe you're one of those local talents that Spencer booked to excite the Pittsburgh crowd? I would say so, but the one thing I do know about you is that you're from Vancouver. Probably the most notable thing about you is that the country you're from has a long line of legendary wrestlers. But you? You're not legendary, as much as you'd like to claim that title.
Is that something you'd like to do, Leah? Would you like to claim a title?
Terra finds a weak spot within the punching bag. She kicks it, the toe of her boot ripping through the seams of it. The sand quickly begins to pour out of the bag.
If I were you, I'd change my mind very quickly about that. Run. Hide. Do whatever you can to get away from your inevitable fate. It won't work. Your end is imminent.
Terra removes her boot from the punching bag, and smirks, walking off without a care in the world.
Allen: How is it that you get booked before I do? I'm a dual champion, for gods sake. I should already be qualifying for Killing Floor by now.
Terra: Keep it in your pants, Len. I'm just facing some nobody anyway.
Allen: Who even is your opponent anyway, and why should we care?
Terra: Some bitch named Leah James, and we shouldn't, honestly. She's just some no name that's just starting out, most likely. This'll be as easy as eating a piece of dad's cake.
Allen: Disgusting.
Terra: Or whatever vegan dessert you eat… if that's even a thing.
Allen: I've officially lost my appetite. Me and my two belts are leaving.
Allen goes over to the kitchen where their father Lance is, and puts his salad bowl on the counter. Allen looks over to his pug.
Allen: Come on, Prancer. Let's go.
The pug just sits and stares at him, tilting his head.
Allen: Fine. Be that way. I was gonna share one of my belts with you, but now you get nothing!
Once Allen walks upstairs, Lance gives Prancer some food. Prancer eats it happily before heading upstairs.
Lance: Fucking vegan donut.
Lance cleans up and heads upstairs himself. This leaves us along with Terra Walker, who has some things to say about her upcoming match. She pets her dog and lets it run off to wherever it desires.
Of anyone in this roster that I could have faced, it's some jobber named Leah James. The Psychonic Sibling gets an easy win this week.
Listen, bitch. I don't know you. I don't care to know you. I doubt anyone else in the locker room cares either. You might as well not even show up to this match, because once you do, you won't be coming out the same.
Terra gives off a slight maniacal laugh.
You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kid. I'm called Psychonic for a reason. I will tear your limbs. I'll break your bones. I'll make you tap and then choke you out, just because I can. Once that bell rings, any hopes you have of possibly winning this match will be depleted.
She pushes the chair back and stands up, cracking her knuckles and neck. She begins to walk over to the kitchen.
I feel quite sorry for you, Leah. It seems like your first match is going to be your last. Once I'm finished with you, you'll be lying on the canvas wondering why you started wrestling in the first place. You'll contemplate every decision you've ever made in your life. It sounds traumatizing, doesn't it? Well, that's what it's like to get into the ring with Terra Walker.
Your life is on the line here, Leah. You have two choices. Either tuck your tail and run, so you can live to fight another day… or step in that ring, and risk multiple injuries, contortions, separations, tears. I won't be held responsible for the choices you make. The choice is yours, Leah.
She opens a door that leads to a downstairs area. Once she makes it down, it looks to be a training room. She finds a punching bag, and begins to hit combos on it.
Whether it be with strikes, grapples, submissions, I will surpass you by kilometers. I'm sorry love, but you're just simply not on my level. I've succeeded in every federation I've been in, meanwhile you'll remain an unknown. Maybe you're one of those local talents that Spencer booked to excite the Pittsburgh crowd? I would say so, but the one thing I do know about you is that you're from Vancouver. Probably the most notable thing about you is that the country you're from has a long line of legendary wrestlers. But you? You're not legendary, as much as you'd like to claim that title.
Is that something you'd like to do, Leah? Would you like to claim a title?
Terra finds a weak spot within the punching bag. She kicks it, the toe of her boot ripping through the seams of it. The sand quickly begins to pour out of the bag.
If I were you, I'd change my mind very quickly about that. Run. Hide. Do whatever you can to get away from your inevitable fate. It won't work. Your end is imminent.
Terra removes her boot from the punching bag, and smirks, walking off without a care in the world.
