Family Dispute Pt. 1 {TV Title RP}
Nov 12, 2017 16:47:02 GMT -6
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Post by Bitter Siblings on Nov 12, 2017 16:47:02 GMT -6
This scene shows all four Walker Family members at the dining room table. Vince is over to be trained by Lance. As those two sit on one side of the absurdly long table, the Bitter Siblings sit on the other side. Lance's bruising is just about healed, but Vince's is still a bit visible. You can tell who got hit harder 2 weeks ago. Allen, as usual, is eating a salad, whilst the others eat an actual meal made by Lance Walker. This quality time, however, is a bit awkward, to say the least…
Lance: That was quite a statement you made, last week, Allen.
Allen: Yes… That's the statement we're going to talk about. Yes, I tore Jack a new one, and allowed that glorified jobber Harry to become the Television Champion. I would've just let Jack win the match, but I honestly couldn't stand his irritating face any longer. But that burnt bellend is going to have to kiss his title reign goodbye once I rip it off of him and take what's been mine since I arrived here.
Terra: Homophobic *and* racist. You're such a great role model, Len!
Allen: What? Since when did you become a social justice warrior? I'm not actually a bigot. I just like making fun of people I'm going to demolish. It makes my black hole of a heart quite satisfied.
Terra: Well, you could've fooled me. The first person you go after is gay, who you end up brutally assaulting. Pretty sure he's injured now. The next is black, whom by the way, you just called “burnt”.
Lance: Let's not be immature chickens. Allen is about to win the UCI Television Championship. I think that's worth celebrating.
Terra: Yes… meanwhile, I have a sodding match against Matt Angel. I think I'd rather face Warbird, at this point. Though I took his head off pretty easily last week.
Lance: At this rate, Terra, you'll have beaten everyone in the Rising Stars Division.
Terra: Speaking of… Allen, whatever happened to our plans of conquering each division together? You kind of left me high and dry, brother.
Allen: Plans change, Terra. Besides, we're already going to dominate New Blood Wrestling as a unit. We might as well do the same in UCI as individuals. Besides, you're either facing X or M.A.X, which includes too many X’s btw. You either get to rip a mask and beard off, or deactivate an android via Brain Tremor. Wouldn't you like to do that all on your lonesome?
Vince: I hate to interject, but I should be debuting in New Blood soon… I've actually been training really hard for this.
Allen looks at his brother, at first with an annoyed look, but then it turns into an odd grin as he begins to laugh.
Allen: Vinny… oh, Vinny. You never cease to amuse me with with your humor. You train about, what, once a week? You couldn't stand a chance against me two weeks ago. You haven't even trained since then, and now you feel you're ready to wrestle?
Lance: Why don't you give your brother a break, Allen? He actually has improved much quicker than I thought he would.
Allen: No. I'm not giving either of you a break. You knew I had a problem with this. This bellend walked out on us for his own selfish desires! He couldn't even make it in college, so he takes a shortcut by lollygagging with that tranny, playing narrator.
Terra: Again with the bigotry…
Allen: Shut up and let me speak!
Terra grits her teeth and turns away from her brother.
Allen: The only reason you came back here is because that bitch had more sense than you, and actually realized that you have a goddamn family! The only reason you're still here is because this old sod thought it was a great idea for you to become a jobber. Because that's all you're ever going to be in the wrestling business, Vinny. A chav! A git! You couldn't even lace my boots if you had six hands. I just hope Pryde pits us against each other, so I can kick your arse some more. Because, you know what? You're no better than our maggot of a mother!
Lance and Terra are left speechless at what Allen just said. Vince just looks at his brother with great disdain. He stands, looking down at his younger brother, and clocks him in the face with a left. Allen looks at him in shock. Lance and Terra are in awe at what is currently going on.
Vincent: This is why I left in the first place. You've manipulated your way into becoming the household dictator! You treat everyone like shit, but they can't do anything about it because you make the majority of the funds here. You want to talk about mum being a maggot, but you're no better! You're a damn parasite! If it weren't for dad promoting you, you wouldn't be as well known as you are. You take him for granted, and you take Terra for granted as well. She's the better wrestler, but you take her spotlight, and shine it on yourself. If it weren't for her going singles, she wouldn't have the following she has now! You've mucked this family up entirely!
Allen: I'm the reason why dad isn't in debt, you bloke! I'm the reason he's still able to cook his disgusting food! I'm the reason why there's still a roof over their heads! I'm the reason why sir Lancelot is still a world renowned chef! I am what keeps this bloody house stable! After mum left, and especially after you left, he started giving up! If it weren't for me becoming as successful as I am, then he would be living in a goddamn box! So treat me with some respect, before you antagonize me as if you've lost the plot.
Vincent: Oh, is that how it's going to be? I've lost the plot?
Allen: You're the one that left to travel with UCI’s nutter.
Terra: Stop it! Both of you! This argument is going nowhere!
Vincent: That “nutter” is the reason I'm back here! She's also part of the reason I've been training.
Lance: Is that why you've been learning so quickly? Has she been training you?
Vincent: …
Allen: Oh, this is just grand. Now you're keeping secrets.
Lance: Can you please stop running your mouth for one minute?
Terra: Yes, please. I've got a migraine from all your yelling.
Vincent: I'm… I'm sorry dad. I didn't want you knowing because I thought you'd want to be training me exclusively. I know how prideful you are, and I didn't want to be the one to deflate that.
Lance: Son, I'm not mad that you've been training with her. She's the bloody Hypermedia Champion.
Allen: Oh, that was a bloody fluke.
Lance: Shut your trout of a mouth!
Allen raises his arms up and shrugs.
Lance: I just want you to tell me these things! Wait, she isn't promoting you, is she?
Vincent: No, she's promoting her partner Zima'Ion.
Lance: Okay, good. If she were promoting you, then I'd be upset. You're my son! She can train you all she wants, but only I am allowed to promote you!
Allen: This is exactly what I'm talking about! He left us! Why are you supporting someone that left us high and dry?
Lance: He's my son!
Allen: I'm your son! I'm the one that allows you to make all this sodding food!
Lance: And I appreciate that immensely. But the world doesn't revolve around you.
Allen: No, but this house does.
Vincent: Can you ever not be a dickhead?
Allen kicks his chair back as he rises to his feet.
Allen: I can be whatever I damn well please!
Lance: Am I not allowed to be happy about having my son back? Am I not allowed to be grateful that he's continuing our legacy?
Allen: Your legacy. He's continuing your legacy. The legacy I leave behind will be my own.
Lance: … I have a son to train. Come on, Vinny.
Lance and Vincent begin to walk over to the kitchen, where the door to the downstairs training area is.
Allen: Dad… we'll finish this later.
Lance looks back at Allen with regret before heading to the door.
Allen: A word, Terra?
Continued in Terra Walker's part…
~~~
Allen is in his large gym-like room, doing pull ups with ease whilst holding a weight with his feet. He drops down, landing on all fours, and quickly transitions to push ups, before finally standing to make his statement.
“After crushing that lazy sod of a 'champion’, Jackyboo, I allowed Harry Diderot to become the Television Champion. Last time, I kept him from losing his title. This may confuse some. But after I found out that I, the number one contender for the Television Championship, wasn't booked, and this hungry hippo wanker got a title shot before I did, I had enough. Jack Shlongson was a paper champion. Hippo Harry is only champion because I allowed it to happen.
I'm going to be adding another title to my collection. Diderot’s 15 seconds of fame won't last. It's sad, really. He's probably so proud of himself. One of those underdog stories of how he came from nothing and rose to the top. Except that's not how it's going to go. I arrived to UCI to destroy. To demolish anyone and everyone in my path. To take all the gold and tote it in front of everyone’s sodding faces.”
Allen grabs his two titles from his stand.
"This isn't your time, Diderot. You're just a placeholder for my reign. I am the Bitter Champion! I'm going to remind everyone that you're not the success story that you want to be. You're just some glorified jobber that was at the right place at the right time.
After I crush your skull and drag your carcass off the wayside, I'm going to give Jackyboo a shot to gain the Television Championship back, just so I can demolish him like I did last week. Does that upset you, Harry? The fact that I look right through you? It's because I'm miles ahead of you. I'm a goddamn legend. UCI and New Blood are lucky to have someone as talented and as hungry as I am. I'm going to take this federation to the next level, and leave a blood trail behind me. Kneel… before… Len!”
Lance: That was quite a statement you made, last week, Allen.
Allen: Yes… That's the statement we're going to talk about. Yes, I tore Jack a new one, and allowed that glorified jobber Harry to become the Television Champion. I would've just let Jack win the match, but I honestly couldn't stand his irritating face any longer. But that burnt bellend is going to have to kiss his title reign goodbye once I rip it off of him and take what's been mine since I arrived here.
Terra: Homophobic *and* racist. You're such a great role model, Len!
Allen: What? Since when did you become a social justice warrior? I'm not actually a bigot. I just like making fun of people I'm going to demolish. It makes my black hole of a heart quite satisfied.
Terra: Well, you could've fooled me. The first person you go after is gay, who you end up brutally assaulting. Pretty sure he's injured now. The next is black, whom by the way, you just called “burnt”.
Lance: Let's not be immature chickens. Allen is about to win the UCI Television Championship. I think that's worth celebrating.
Terra: Yes… meanwhile, I have a sodding match against Matt Angel. I think I'd rather face Warbird, at this point. Though I took his head off pretty easily last week.
Lance: At this rate, Terra, you'll have beaten everyone in the Rising Stars Division.
Terra: Speaking of… Allen, whatever happened to our plans of conquering each division together? You kind of left me high and dry, brother.
Allen: Plans change, Terra. Besides, we're already going to dominate New Blood Wrestling as a unit. We might as well do the same in UCI as individuals. Besides, you're either facing X or M.A.X, which includes too many X’s btw. You either get to rip a mask and beard off, or deactivate an android via Brain Tremor. Wouldn't you like to do that all on your lonesome?
Vince: I hate to interject, but I should be debuting in New Blood soon… I've actually been training really hard for this.
Allen looks at his brother, at first with an annoyed look, but then it turns into an odd grin as he begins to laugh.
Allen: Vinny… oh, Vinny. You never cease to amuse me with with your humor. You train about, what, once a week? You couldn't stand a chance against me two weeks ago. You haven't even trained since then, and now you feel you're ready to wrestle?
Lance: Why don't you give your brother a break, Allen? He actually has improved much quicker than I thought he would.
Allen: No. I'm not giving either of you a break. You knew I had a problem with this. This bellend walked out on us for his own selfish desires! He couldn't even make it in college, so he takes a shortcut by lollygagging with that tranny, playing narrator.
Terra: Again with the bigotry…
Allen: Shut up and let me speak!
Terra grits her teeth and turns away from her brother.
Allen: The only reason you came back here is because that bitch had more sense than you, and actually realized that you have a goddamn family! The only reason you're still here is because this old sod thought it was a great idea for you to become a jobber. Because that's all you're ever going to be in the wrestling business, Vinny. A chav! A git! You couldn't even lace my boots if you had six hands. I just hope Pryde pits us against each other, so I can kick your arse some more. Because, you know what? You're no better than our maggot of a mother!
Lance and Terra are left speechless at what Allen just said. Vince just looks at his brother with great disdain. He stands, looking down at his younger brother, and clocks him in the face with a left. Allen looks at him in shock. Lance and Terra are in awe at what is currently going on.
Vincent: This is why I left in the first place. You've manipulated your way into becoming the household dictator! You treat everyone like shit, but they can't do anything about it because you make the majority of the funds here. You want to talk about mum being a maggot, but you're no better! You're a damn parasite! If it weren't for dad promoting you, you wouldn't be as well known as you are. You take him for granted, and you take Terra for granted as well. She's the better wrestler, but you take her spotlight, and shine it on yourself. If it weren't for her going singles, she wouldn't have the following she has now! You've mucked this family up entirely!
Allen: I'm the reason why dad isn't in debt, you bloke! I'm the reason he's still able to cook his disgusting food! I'm the reason why there's still a roof over their heads! I'm the reason why sir Lancelot is still a world renowned chef! I am what keeps this bloody house stable! After mum left, and especially after you left, he started giving up! If it weren't for me becoming as successful as I am, then he would be living in a goddamn box! So treat me with some respect, before you antagonize me as if you've lost the plot.
Vincent: Oh, is that how it's going to be? I've lost the plot?
Allen: You're the one that left to travel with UCI’s nutter.
Terra: Stop it! Both of you! This argument is going nowhere!
Vincent: That “nutter” is the reason I'm back here! She's also part of the reason I've been training.
Lance: Is that why you've been learning so quickly? Has she been training you?
Vincent: …
Allen: Oh, this is just grand. Now you're keeping secrets.
Lance: Can you please stop running your mouth for one minute?
Terra: Yes, please. I've got a migraine from all your yelling.
Vincent: I'm… I'm sorry dad. I didn't want you knowing because I thought you'd want to be training me exclusively. I know how prideful you are, and I didn't want to be the one to deflate that.
Lance: Son, I'm not mad that you've been training with her. She's the bloody Hypermedia Champion.
Allen: Oh, that was a bloody fluke.
Lance: Shut your trout of a mouth!
Allen raises his arms up and shrugs.
Lance: I just want you to tell me these things! Wait, she isn't promoting you, is she?
Vincent: No, she's promoting her partner Zima'Ion.
Lance: Okay, good. If she were promoting you, then I'd be upset. You're my son! She can train you all she wants, but only I am allowed to promote you!
Allen: This is exactly what I'm talking about! He left us! Why are you supporting someone that left us high and dry?
Lance: He's my son!
Allen: I'm your son! I'm the one that allows you to make all this sodding food!
Lance: And I appreciate that immensely. But the world doesn't revolve around you.
Allen: No, but this house does.
Vincent: Can you ever not be a dickhead?
Allen kicks his chair back as he rises to his feet.
Allen: I can be whatever I damn well please!
Lance: Am I not allowed to be happy about having my son back? Am I not allowed to be grateful that he's continuing our legacy?
Allen: Your legacy. He's continuing your legacy. The legacy I leave behind will be my own.
Lance: … I have a son to train. Come on, Vinny.
Lance and Vincent begin to walk over to the kitchen, where the door to the downstairs training area is.
Allen: Dad… we'll finish this later.
Lance looks back at Allen with regret before heading to the door.
Allen: A word, Terra?
Continued in Terra Walker's part…
~~~
Allen is in his large gym-like room, doing pull ups with ease whilst holding a weight with his feet. He drops down, landing on all fours, and quickly transitions to push ups, before finally standing to make his statement.
“After crushing that lazy sod of a 'champion’, Jackyboo, I allowed Harry Diderot to become the Television Champion. Last time, I kept him from losing his title. This may confuse some. But after I found out that I, the number one contender for the Television Championship, wasn't booked, and this hungry hippo wanker got a title shot before I did, I had enough. Jack Shlongson was a paper champion. Hippo Harry is only champion because I allowed it to happen.
I'm going to be adding another title to my collection. Diderot’s 15 seconds of fame won't last. It's sad, really. He's probably so proud of himself. One of those underdog stories of how he came from nothing and rose to the top. Except that's not how it's going to go. I arrived to UCI to destroy. To demolish anyone and everyone in my path. To take all the gold and tote it in front of everyone’s sodding faces.”
Allen grabs his two titles from his stand.
"This isn't your time, Diderot. You're just a placeholder for my reign. I am the Bitter Champion! I'm going to remind everyone that you're not the success story that you want to be. You're just some glorified jobber that was at the right place at the right time.
After I crush your skull and drag your carcass off the wayside, I'm going to give Jackyboo a shot to gain the Television Championship back, just so I can demolish him like I did last week. Does that upset you, Harry? The fact that I look right through you? It's because I'm miles ahead of you. I'm a goddamn legend. UCI and New Blood are lucky to have someone as talented and as hungry as I am. I'm going to take this federation to the next level, and leave a blood trail behind me. Kneel… before… Len!”
