Family Dispute Pt. 2 {RS RP}

Terra sits atop her balcony outside of her room, with her pudgy bulldog Oxenfree laying his head on her lap. She pets him before cracking her neck and knuckles.

“Spencer Adams must hate me. I brought up how bland Matt Angel was last week, and now I have a match with the bloke. I already made an example out of Leah James, Ginger Red, and Warbird. I guess I get to cross Matt Angel off my list as well. At this point, I'll be kicking the heads off everyone in the Rising Stars Division.

But Angel? This bloke must be taking the mick, because he thinks my name is 'Terra Ryzing’. Well, listen here, kid, because I'm about to give you a bit of a lesson about yours truly. I'm the ‘Psychonic’ Terra Walker. I'm known for kicking people's heads off, and turning them into unknowns. Does anyone even remember Leah James?

I'm surprised you even lasted this long here, Angel. You have, what, one win on your belt? Other than that, you've lacked the success that people that came after have taken and run with. Hell, even that Hippo already beat Shadowlove and then took advantage of Allen's assist and took the Television Title. What have you done, besides throw yourself around and then bore us with your half arsed bravado?

If you take a giant mouth with tiny wings that attempts to fly, and then falls flat on its sodding face, you get Matt Angel. The most unintelligent, uninteresting, and unsuccessful member of the entire UCI roster.

Without your little flips and tricks, you're nothing more than an arseface that spews a bunch of nonsense that you can't backup. And you know what the saddest part of that is? You're not even the best high flyer. Let's go back to Hippo Harry. The bloke is twice your size, with the same amount of athleticism. Payaso Loco makes high flying look easy. I'll even give a nod to Jack Shlongson, because his high flying is top notch.

My point is that there's nothing special about you, Angel. You're just a placeholder. You're filler. You're the piss break of UCI.

Unlike you, and the others I've mentioned, I have no need to risk myself in order to please the crowd. Why? Because they prefer when I torture my opponents. When I crack their skulls and break their bones. When I make them tap or pass them out. And that's exactly what is going to happen to you, Angel. You're gonna remember that the name “Angel” is just a bland moniker. That you're just a pathetic git that can't step up to the real talent. After I choke you out, punt you in the face, and leave you unconscious in that ring, you're gonna regret ever signing that UCI contract. The Rising Stars Championship is out of your reach, kid. Getting a second win on your belt will be as well, after I'm done making an example out of you. You will never be able to fly, Angel. Not after going through a Brain Tremor.

I am Psychonic, and I am the Rising Stars Division!"

~~~

… Continued from Allen Walker’s part.

Terra: What is it, Allen?

After Lance and Vincent went downstairs to the training room, Allen had asked Terra to talk for a moment.

Allen: What was that? You usually have my back. Who's side are you on?

Terra: Gods, Allen, I'm not on anyone's side. I just agreed with Vince about you being a bit dictator-like since you became the main one funding the house. I understand you being upset with dad because he's training Vinny. I'm not exactly happy about it either, but don't you think you've been acting a bit excessive lately?

Allen: No, I don't! Vince abandoned us! No calls, no visits, nothing! And now here he is spending quality time with dad as if nothing's changed, besides this idea of Vincent becoming a wrestler. It's insanity!

Terra: Do you even listen to what people say? He left because of you, Len. You've always treated him like dirt. As if he's a lesser person than you. Sometimes you're just so egotistical that you just antagonize people without looking at things through their point of view! Have you ever just stopped and thought about the way you treat us?

Allen: Why would I need to do that? I treat you lot fine. It's called tough love. Have you not heard of it?

Terra: Punching your family members with brass knuckles isn't tough love, Len.

Allen: I was making a statement.

Terra: By assaulting your family!?

Allen: It worked, didn't it?

Terra: It's like I'm talking to you through a bloody brick wall.

Allen: Well, anyway. I need your help with something.

Terra: Depends on what it is.

Allen: Well, I took out Jacky Boy last week, so his little crew of sod heads are probably upset. If we stay together, they won't be much of a problem. And if you help me with that, then I can lend a hand during your match with Matt Angel.

Terra: Oh, please. Like I need help with him. I'll take care of him on my lonesome.

Allen: Alright, but that doesn't answer my question. I'll just pay you back some other way.

Terra: … I'll think about it. But I'm not promising anything! I still think you've been going too far lately.

Allen: Well, even if you don't, I'm sure I can handle them by myself. I'm just hoping you still have my back, sis.

Allen pats Terra on the shoulder and goes back to his room. Terra sits for a moment, seemingly with thoughts running through her head.

Eventually, she decides to stand and head for the door in the kitchen that leads to the training room. Once down there, she watches Lance help Vincent train. It takes her a minute before she decides to interject.

Terra: Hey, Vinny. Mind if I help you train a bit?

Vincent: Huh? I mean… sure, why not?

Lance: You're not going to pull a similar stunt like Allen did, are you?

Terra: Of course not, dad! I just want to help.

Lance: Well, come on then! Hand me a ref shirt and get in the ring!

Terra grabs the shirt and heads into the ring with her brother and father. The scene fades as Terra helps Vinny train.