Post by "Psychonic" Terra Walker on Sept 9, 2019 22:58:19 GMT -5
Terra is on the phone with someone whilst in her car. It's hard to hear the person's voice, let alone what they're saying, but they sound like a male American.
Terra: Yes, I have a favour to ask of you. It's about my brother…
No, this isn't a trap. Not for you, at least. I want to teach him a lesson that'll stick with him, and I think you're the right person that can help me do that…
Well, when we hung out in the indies, I got to know you a bit. I know this is a bit of an odd request, but odd is something that you're all about, and I can trust you to handle this for me…
Because I feel as if he's done the same to me. Not to mention the countless other fucked up things he's done, not just to me, but to my family…
I know you're the type of person that loves to fuck with people, especially ones like him. Plus… I may have an additional bonus, if things work out. I'll keep you posted…
Excellent. I'll see you soon…
Yes, I'll bring him too. Thanks so much… you too, bye.
{The week before the Big Time}
Terra and Allen are at a private booth in a high class restaurant. Neither of them have food just yet. Just a glass of red wine, each.
Terra: Why am I here, Allen?
Allen: I'm here to make amends.
Terra: You brought me here to save face.
Allen: I'm not the one that broke into a house and ruined countless expensive possessions. I could get you arrested for that, you know.
Terra nods sarcastically.
Allen looks down at the table, with clasped hands and gritting teeth. His knuckles look pale white.
Terra laughs and chugs down her wine. She puts the now empty glass down and leans closer to Allen with a smug face.
Terra: Because I know you too well. I know who you are and what you've done. No matter what I do to you, I already know you've done much worse, and I will not hesitate to put you behind bars if you ever try and screw me over. You have a lot to try and make amends for. One expensive dinner isn't going to do that, and most importantly, I'm not the only person you need to apologise to.
Allen almost slams his fists on the table, but he stops himself, and sighs.
Terra: Maybe try not to be a piece of shit, for once.
Allen: I've not done anything to any of you in a long time.
Terra: You broke into my home, and took mum with some random stranger.
Allen: That was so I could try and make amends!
Terra: Well, you have a terrible way of going about it!
Allen: We wouldn't be here otherwise.
Terra: I don't even want to be here, Allen. I want you to leave me alone. Leave the family alone.
Allen: But I can prove that I won't be the family villain anymore.
Terra: And how exactly do you plan on doing that? Are you going to relinquish the ownership to the Walker household?
Allen: Err…
Terra: Are you going to stop yourself from trying to steal the spotlight?
Allen: Well…
Terra: Are you going to let us handle our own issues, instead of forcing us to focus on yours?
Allen: I…
Terra: And will you avoid becoming the house dictator again? And not try and use us as an example whenever you feel backed into a corner?
Allen has a reluctant expression on his face.
Terra: Not good enough.
Allen: What?
Terra: All of those things are what we're trying to avoid. You can't manipulate me anymore, Allen. I know how you are. You don't want to feel embraced by a family that cares about you. You want to use them and sap every ounce of energy they have for your own personal gain. I'm not going to let that happen.
Allen: I said I'll try not to do that.
Terra: No, that isn't good enough. It takes more than a half assed response to convince me. I need effort, progress, and change out of you. Until then, I'm leaving.
She gets up to leave, but the waiter comes in with their food. Fish and chips for her and a vegan risotto for him.
Allen: Will you at least stay to eat?
She irritatingly sits down and grabs a piece of fish.
The waiter refills their wine glasses.
He walks off whilst Terra gives him the death stare.
Allen: What?
Terra: Your manipulation tactics.
Allen: I don't understand.
Terra: Of course you don't.
She starts eating faster, to get the dinner over with.
Terra: As if you care about me. You only care about getting things your way. You're not doing this for the family. You're doing this for yourself.
Allen: That isn't why!
Terra: Then what's the reason? Huh? Because all of your motives are for yourself in some way.
Allen scratches his head and mumbles.
Allen: I said I'm lonely.
Terra: Lonely? Maybe because your lover saw your true colors.
Allen: For the last time, I'm no-
Terra: Not a queer, sure. How many girls have you liked, let alone dated?
Allen: …
Terra: Have you ever kissed a girl? Had sex?
Allen: Terra, you're being inappropriate.
Terra: Inappropriate is punching your brother and father in the face with brass knuckles, Allen. I'm asking you if you're attracted to women.
Allen: No.
Terra: So, what? You're not a "queer" but you don't like women. Are you asexual then?
Allen realizes what he just said and stammers a bit.
Terra: What? Admit that you don't like women?
Allen actually slams his fists on the table this time.
Terra: Well? Are you going to tell the truth or not?
Allen puts pressure on his forehead with his fingers. He seems to be struggling to say anything.
Allen: No, you made him leave after all that bollocks you pulled!
Terra: See! You do care about him!
Allen: I'm not a-
Terra: Admit it, Allen! You're gay.
Allen: Shut up.
Terra: You use your fake homophobia to hide it.
Allen: Shut up!
Terra: When, in all reality, all you want is some dick.
Allen: SHUT UP!
Allen smashes his food without realizing it. Terra just laughs as she finishes her last chip.
Allen: Wait, you can?
Terra: Let's just say I know someone…
Allen: No, I need more information before we continue.
Terra: I just want to enjoy my dessert, and get the fuck out of here, but you keep bothering me. You know I have a title match to prepare for, yeah?
Allen: Okay, but this is important.
Terra: This is exactly what I mean, Allen! You only care about yourself.
Allen: Alright, fine. I get it. I think…
The waiter comes in with their dessert. Neapolitan ice cream for Terra, and a vegan souffle for Allen.
Allen: Is that a bad thing?
She rolls her eyes whilst she dives in on her ice cream.
{The afternoon before The Big Time}
Terra is in her personal gym, hitting combos on a heavy bag. After a few good ones, finishing with a knee strike, she takes a couple deep breaths, and goes to sit down on a nearby chair.
Terra: You know, when I first started here in Trinity, I was doing stellar. I won my debut match. I finished in second at the Battle Royal, becoming the inaugural Trinity Nomad Champion. After that, I fell behind, taking loss after loss after bloody loss. I don't quite understand what went wrong. I failed as a champion. I failed as a main eventer. Do I even deserve this title match that I have against New York CruZe? I'm not sure anymore. I've been needing to do some soul searching. Whether it was Lex Collins, New York CruZe, Duncan Aries… I've been the inferior one. How can I call myself Psychonic when I couldn't even hold on to my own momentum? The last thing I want is to go out on a whimper.
She grabs her personal bottle of water and takes a sip.
I can't underestimate CruZe any longer. He took my championship, and took the wind out of my sails. I need that wind back. I need my Championship back. I'm good at achieving firsts. First Nomad Champion, first female Champion. How about I become the first two time Champion next? The best part? We're in my terrain now. A Last Person Standing match. This is how I remind people exactly why I earned my "Psychonic" name. I was concerned that CruZe had my number. That I had no chance in Trinity. I can't be so pessimistic. I got this far for good reason. I have to focus and remind myself of my own worth. I'll give it to CruZe. He surprised me when we faced each other. I thought I'd be dealing with Lex Collins for sure, but… he beat me fair and square. So maybe, with all the little rules in place, he can withstand me. But when those rules are out of the window, and you're dealing with me… you'll learn quickly why you'll never want anything to do with me ever again.
The best part is that it isn't an average hardcore match. I'm not going to pin him or make him tap out. I get to keep brutalizing him until he can no longer stand on two feet. As long as he stands, he'll regret ever being in the ring with me. Oh, the awful, terrible, yet wonderful things I have in my head already. Everyone wants ladders and tables, but me? I want much, much more.
She picks up her trusty chain from the floor.
I'll already be armed and dangerous before I even get to the ring. I'm not just about big falls and a bit of blood. No, I need bruises, gashes, and punctures. I need fractures and tears. I don't want to leave that building without blood pouring over both of our faces. When I face CruZe, I want him to bring out the worst in him. All the demons and monsters he has deep within need to come out, because mine already are. Fuck the pleasantries, the honor and respect. If this is my last stand, I'm going to be remembered for it. I'm going to beat CruZe to a bloody pulp before this is done. I'm going to put every ounce of energy, hope, and determination that I have in me to try and win this goddamn match. If CruZe wins, he won't be walking out. If he loses… he better hope the medics are quick. This isn't just the Big Time. This is my time, and I'm going to make sure every single person, in that arena, and watching in their couches know exactly what it TRULY means… to be… Psychonic.
{Later that day}
Terra and Allen are getting out of her Mercedes. Allen looks nervous, for once. They're walking over to what looks to be a sunflower garden.
Allen: I don't know if this is a good idea, Terra.
Terra: Don't be a pansy. We already made the deal. You can't back out of it now.
Allen: Alright, fine… Let's go.
They make it to the garden. In that garden is a dark skinned man with an orange fisher's hat, no shirt, and yellow shorts, with green flip flops to boot.
Terra: Allen, this is Samuel. Samuel, meet my brother Allen.
Allen looks at him a bit awkwardly. Samuel gives him a poker face, with his gap tooth barely showing. Finally, he greets himself.
Samuel: Hello.
Terra: Alright. I have to go. Have fun… and good luck.