Post by Bitter Siblings on Nov 4, 2017 22:31:14 GMT -6
Terra is seen in the kitchen of the rather large Walker Family household with her father. He has an obvious black eye poorly covered in makeup, and looks rather distraught about the recent occurrence involving him and his two sons, but he remains cooking, as he always does.
Terra: So you're not doing anything about this then? Adult or not, he's still your son. He committed a felony, and to his own family! He's gone mad.
Lance: Well, you could have done something, Terra, instead of recording the damned thing.
Terra: Don't even start, dad. You know why I kept recording it. I had no idea he would go that far.
Lance: Well, he did. It happened. It's best we moved on. I'm not filing charges on my own son, no matter how troublesome he may be.
Terra: I knew you wouldn't file charges. I'm not a bloke. But something should be done. We can't let him go around thinking he can do whatever he damn well plea--
Lance: Except he can, Terra!
Lance slams his hand on a plate of raw chicken breast and gives Terra a stern look, cutting her off.
Lance: Ever since he knew his potential. Ever since he knew just how crude he could be to us, and as soon as he knew we were too damned caring to do anything about it is when he started being able to run this place. I may be his father, but he knows how much I need him, and that I care too much to kick his sodding teeth in whenever he pisses me off. Neither of us can. Else we would have by now. Don't you think he would have moved out by now if he didn't have that type of vice grip on us?
Terra grits her teeth. She knows Lance is right, but wishes he weren't. She walks off, letting her father finish cooking, and heads upstairs. She goes over to a door with an obvious “KEEP OUT OR ELSE” sign and knocks on the door. Allen opens it. He takes off the headphones he's wearing and gives his sister an annoyed look.
Allen: Have you forgotten to read? You never knock on my door like this. What's the matter?
Terra: I'm surprised you heard me with those giant things wrapped around your ears.
Allen: Call me Dumbo, and you'll be the next one to taste brass.
Terra grits her teeth, considering punching her brother in the face.
Terra: What's the matter with you!?
Allen: Excuse me?
Terra: Oh, don't give me that! You know damn well what I'm talking about. Ever since you've been our main source of income, and dad's continuing legacy, you've done nothing but look down at us as if we're just a bunch of rubble! You've been treating us like dirt, Allen. You punched dad and Vince with brass knuckles! With no goddamned remorse! Are you even human anymore?
Allen: Come in.
Terra: I'm sorry. What?
Allen: Oh, don't be daft. Come in. Let's continue this in the room.
They walk in Allen's room, which looks more like a gym than his room.
Terra: Seeing your room makes me wonder why you need our training room.
Allen: Can't exactly fit a ring into a bedroom, Terra. Now let me explain myself.
Terra leans on the wall with her arms crossed.
Terra: I'm listening.
Allen: You and I both know how our sod of a father is. He only trained us to become wrestlers for his own benefit. That's what he's doing with Vinny. This is all karma hitting him right in the eye. I did what I did to make a point. Not just to the world, but to him. I'm sick of being treated like I'm some well fed chap that's always lived a happy life. I'm also sick of everyone in UCI and NBW treating me like I'm a joke. I'm a bloody dual champion! Once I gain that Television Championship, I'll have three belts to my name. I'm not someone to scoff at, and I'm not just some spoiled rich bloke that always begs his “daddy” for a push.
Terra: You're unbelievable. You really think punching your own family just because of minor bullying is the right thing to do?
Allen: I don't give a damn about the right thing! I give a damn about me!
Terra looks at her brother with regret.
Terra: I don't think joining UCI and NBW with you was a good idea.
She storms out of the room and heads toward the front door.
Allen: Terra, wait.
Allen goes to the front door as Terra opens it.
Terra: No, Allen. You're so obsessed with how everyone views you that you've forgotten that you have a bloody family. All you care about is everyone looking up to you. You're not even going after Jack Shlongson because of his title. You're just being a bigot. If you had even a small piece of a heart, you wouldn't be hated by the entire UCI and NBW locker room. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to train for, and I'd rather not do it in this dysfunctional household.
Terra walks off, her stubby bulldog following.
Terra: At least you aren't an asshole, Oxen.
Oxen goes to the nearest tree and begins to shit.
Terra: But you sure do have one…
She allows her pudgy bulldog to go about his business. She already knows he won't run off, as he's too loyal to her.
So while my satanic brother already has a title opportunity, here I am stuck in a random tag team match, not even tagged with Allen, but with the Rising Stars number one contender, Mikey eXtreme. What a generic ass name for a generic ass person. But he's capable, so I don't mind. He's at least good enough to defeat a bunch of third rate talent in a gimmick match, so I guess that's supposed to count for something.
To top it off, the two people we're facing were two of the blokes that lost the sodding match. Ginger Red and Warbird. Why does everyone in the Rising Stars division seem to have such ridiculous names?
To be completely honest, I don't care about anyone in this match, but I care about winning. Unlike my brother, however, I actually want to earn my way to a title shot. I don't care if it's in this mucked up Rising Stars division. I'll tear that damned android to pieces and use his scraps to make my own title belt, then maybe I can mock my brother and strut around with two belts like I own the place.
However, just because I don't care about who I'm facing, doesn't mean I'm daft enough to not know who I'm up against. Ginger Red, some sort of rancher from South Carolina that's struggling as of recent. She's lost a lot of momentum after losing to the former champion Umeji. Oh dear… the frustration must be killing her. She was on the fast track to success, but she just couldn't win the big one. Now she's lost in the shuffle, like the rest of this half baked division. Mikey X seems to have something against her now. I can't tell if he's obsessed, or if he's just out of his mind in general, thinking some sort of “darkness” controls him, but as long as he takes it out on her, then I don't mind. Poor girl is struggling to get back on her feet. Too bad I'm going to knock her right back on the ground and kick her while I'm at it.
Warbird, on the other hand, is probably the most boring person in this division, maybe aside from Matt Angel. I didn't think anyone gave a fuck less than Allen, but Warbird proved me wrong. Just look at his name, how he dresses, the way he acts. He's not even on cruise control, he's on autopilot. He's like Zombie McMorris, but without actually being undead… or having any personality.
I guess it's my job to save this division. It's going on a downward spiral, and fast. Our champion “won” his title by beating someone that wasn't even there. He didn't even bother defending his title at Killing Floor. Spencer Adams was desperate enough to sign these two generic blokes to help headline this division, and then rushes them into a number one contendership match right on the spot. Meanwhile I'm over here only having my second match. I deserve better. Hell, even that struggling rancher deserves better. At least she's earned her bloody spot. I'd rather team with her than that nonsensical idiot that can't even bear to show his face.
I'll show everyone why I deserve better. I'll headline this division. Terra will rise, whilst everyone else crumbles beneath my feet.
Terra makes it to the training area, and heads inside, Oxen right behind her.
Terra: So you're not doing anything about this then? Adult or not, he's still your son. He committed a felony, and to his own family! He's gone mad.
Lance: Well, you could have done something, Terra, instead of recording the damned thing.
Terra: Don't even start, dad. You know why I kept recording it. I had no idea he would go that far.
Lance: Well, he did. It happened. It's best we moved on. I'm not filing charges on my own son, no matter how troublesome he may be.
Terra: I knew you wouldn't file charges. I'm not a bloke. But something should be done. We can't let him go around thinking he can do whatever he damn well plea--
Lance: Except he can, Terra!
Lance slams his hand on a plate of raw chicken breast and gives Terra a stern look, cutting her off.
Lance: Ever since he knew his potential. Ever since he knew just how crude he could be to us, and as soon as he knew we were too damned caring to do anything about it is when he started being able to run this place. I may be his father, but he knows how much I need him, and that I care too much to kick his sodding teeth in whenever he pisses me off. Neither of us can. Else we would have by now. Don't you think he would have moved out by now if he didn't have that type of vice grip on us?
Terra grits her teeth. She knows Lance is right, but wishes he weren't. She walks off, letting her father finish cooking, and heads upstairs. She goes over to a door with an obvious “KEEP OUT OR ELSE” sign and knocks on the door. Allen opens it. He takes off the headphones he's wearing and gives his sister an annoyed look.
Allen: Have you forgotten to read? You never knock on my door like this. What's the matter?
Terra: I'm surprised you heard me with those giant things wrapped around your ears.
Allen: Call me Dumbo, and you'll be the next one to taste brass.
Terra grits her teeth, considering punching her brother in the face.
Terra: What's the matter with you!?
Allen: Excuse me?
Terra: Oh, don't give me that! You know damn well what I'm talking about. Ever since you've been our main source of income, and dad's continuing legacy, you've done nothing but look down at us as if we're just a bunch of rubble! You've been treating us like dirt, Allen. You punched dad and Vince with brass knuckles! With no goddamned remorse! Are you even human anymore?
Allen: Come in.
Terra: I'm sorry. What?
Allen: Oh, don't be daft. Come in. Let's continue this in the room.
They walk in Allen's room, which looks more like a gym than his room.
Terra: Seeing your room makes me wonder why you need our training room.
Allen: Can't exactly fit a ring into a bedroom, Terra. Now let me explain myself.
Terra leans on the wall with her arms crossed.
Terra: I'm listening.
Allen: You and I both know how our sod of a father is. He only trained us to become wrestlers for his own benefit. That's what he's doing with Vinny. This is all karma hitting him right in the eye. I did what I did to make a point. Not just to the world, but to him. I'm sick of being treated like I'm some well fed chap that's always lived a happy life. I'm also sick of everyone in UCI and NBW treating me like I'm a joke. I'm a bloody dual champion! Once I gain that Television Championship, I'll have three belts to my name. I'm not someone to scoff at, and I'm not just some spoiled rich bloke that always begs his “daddy” for a push.
Terra: You're unbelievable. You really think punching your own family just because of minor bullying is the right thing to do?
Allen: I don't give a damn about the right thing! I give a damn about me!
Terra looks at her brother with regret.
Terra: I don't think joining UCI and NBW with you was a good idea.
She storms out of the room and heads toward the front door.
Allen: Terra, wait.
Allen goes to the front door as Terra opens it.
Terra: No, Allen. You're so obsessed with how everyone views you that you've forgotten that you have a bloody family. All you care about is everyone looking up to you. You're not even going after Jack Shlongson because of his title. You're just being a bigot. If you had even a small piece of a heart, you wouldn't be hated by the entire UCI and NBW locker room. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to train for, and I'd rather not do it in this dysfunctional household.
Terra walks off, her stubby bulldog following.
Terra: At least you aren't an asshole, Oxen.
Oxen goes to the nearest tree and begins to shit.
Terra: But you sure do have one…
She allows her pudgy bulldog to go about his business. She already knows he won't run off, as he's too loyal to her.
So while my satanic brother already has a title opportunity, here I am stuck in a random tag team match, not even tagged with Allen, but with the Rising Stars number one contender, Mikey eXtreme. What a generic ass name for a generic ass person. But he's capable, so I don't mind. He's at least good enough to defeat a bunch of third rate talent in a gimmick match, so I guess that's supposed to count for something.
To top it off, the two people we're facing were two of the blokes that lost the sodding match. Ginger Red and Warbird. Why does everyone in the Rising Stars division seem to have such ridiculous names?
To be completely honest, I don't care about anyone in this match, but I care about winning. Unlike my brother, however, I actually want to earn my way to a title shot. I don't care if it's in this mucked up Rising Stars division. I'll tear that damned android to pieces and use his scraps to make my own title belt, then maybe I can mock my brother and strut around with two belts like I own the place.
However, just because I don't care about who I'm facing, doesn't mean I'm daft enough to not know who I'm up against. Ginger Red, some sort of rancher from South Carolina that's struggling as of recent. She's lost a lot of momentum after losing to the former champion Umeji. Oh dear… the frustration must be killing her. She was on the fast track to success, but she just couldn't win the big one. Now she's lost in the shuffle, like the rest of this half baked division. Mikey X seems to have something against her now. I can't tell if he's obsessed, or if he's just out of his mind in general, thinking some sort of “darkness” controls him, but as long as he takes it out on her, then I don't mind. Poor girl is struggling to get back on her feet. Too bad I'm going to knock her right back on the ground and kick her while I'm at it.
Warbird, on the other hand, is probably the most boring person in this division, maybe aside from Matt Angel. I didn't think anyone gave a fuck less than Allen, but Warbird proved me wrong. Just look at his name, how he dresses, the way he acts. He's not even on cruise control, he's on autopilot. He's like Zombie McMorris, but without actually being undead… or having any personality.
I guess it's my job to save this division. It's going on a downward spiral, and fast. Our champion “won” his title by beating someone that wasn't even there. He didn't even bother defending his title at Killing Floor. Spencer Adams was desperate enough to sign these two generic blokes to help headline this division, and then rushes them into a number one contendership match right on the spot. Meanwhile I'm over here only having my second match. I deserve better. Hell, even that struggling rancher deserves better. At least she's earned her bloody spot. I'd rather team with her than that nonsensical idiot that can't even bear to show his face.
I'll show everyone why I deserve better. I'll headline this division. Terra will rise, whilst everyone else crumbles beneath my feet.
Terra makes it to the training area, and heads inside, Oxen right behind her.