Post by "Psychonic" Terra Walker on Jul 8, 2019 14:23:58 GMT -5
Terra is at a high class restaurant, on a date with a rather dashing looking man, with caramel skin and light facial hair. They both seem to have chosen a risotto appetizer.
Danny: I think you expect too much too quickly. You've always entered for about a month or so, and then left whenever things don't go your way. At least, in big time promotions, like UCI or EWC. You don't give yourself enough of a chance to really shoot high enough before giving up.
Terra: Well, EWC wasn't my fault. I separated my shoulder.
Danny: You could always go back though. PRIME was a good start for you.
Terra: What? To deal with that stalker Hope Diamond? No thank you.
Danny: You're proving my point, Terra. You're making a lot of excuses to give in before you even have a chance to really shine?
Terra: What do you mean? I was undefeated before that Aeon bloke ruined everything.
Danny: Yeah, for a number one contendership match.
Terra looks at Danny for a moment before looking down at her bowl, which is already empty. The waiter comes in, noticing that she's finished, but Danny isn't.
Danny: Yes, the risotto is fantastic. I'm just a bit of a slow eater.
Waiter: Well, would you like to order your entrees?
Terra: Yes, please. I'd like your fish and chips.
Danny: Just fish and chips? Certainly, you could have something more immaculate.
Terra: No, fish and chips is perfect.
Danny: Well, I'm going to have the prawns served over a New York Strip.
Waiter: How would you like your steak?
Danny: Medium rare, thank you.
Waiter: All right, would you like me to take the menus, or are you going to order dessert?
Terra: I want dessert.
The waiter nods and walks off. Danny gives Terra a curious look.
Terra: What, are you analyzing me?
Danny: Well, this is only our second date, but you aren't exactly hiding your personality very well.
Terra: Who said I was trying to? No, this high class lifestyle isn't for me, although I was born into it. I like modesty. I like working hard. While I don't always choose the best decisions when things don't go my way, I still love what I do, and it's never been for the money, or the fame.
Danny: Is that why you told your dad no when he brought up APW?
Terra: Sort of. I also don't exactly want to be in the same promotion as him, or my brother Vinny, for that matter.
Danny: Why is that?
Terra scoffs at him.
Terra: Isn't it obvious? I want my legacy to be my own. I don't want to be known as the daughter of the Master Chef, or the sister of the Ronin Warrior. Both titles sound lame anyway. I coined the term "Psychonic" because it's what fits me the best. A woman that will go through whatever it takes to become an icon. I was in a tag team with my demon of a brother Allen for the majority of my career. Do I really want to be known for being a Bitter Sibling, or do I want to be known for being Psychonic?
Danny: So you don't care about the fame, but you don't want to be known in the same vein as your family?
Terra rolls her eyes whilst the waiter brings over their plates.
Terra already begins to eat her dish, meanwhile, Danny is checking to make sure his entree is up to par.
Danny: Uhh, waiter. I wanted my steak medium rare. This is medium well.
Waiter: Oh, I'm very sorry. I'll have the chefs fix this immediately.
Danny: Thank you.
The waiter takes the plate. Whilst Danny waits patiently, Terra is enjoying her fish and chips. In a moment, yelling, along with pots and pans being thrown are heard in the background.
Danny: I'm very particular about my steak.
Terra: You sound like my dad.
Danny: Your dad has good taste. I go to his restaurants often.
Terra: He isn't even the one in the restaurants half the time. He has a bunch of other chefs doing the work whilst he works for APW.
Danny: He's a very busy man. It makes sense. The food is still spectacular, so he must choose very talented chefs.
Terra: Yeah…
Terra finishes her plate, and looks at the dessert side of the menu.
Danny: Are you sure? They have fantastic souffles. They even have macaroons.
Terra: Yeah. I just really want some ice cream.
Danny: Remind me again how you're in such good shape?
Terra snickers as the waiter brings the plate over. Terra puts some money on the table before dabbing her lips with a handkerchief, standing up, and pushing her chair in.
She begins to turn, but stops.
Terra: By the way … tell your chef they should really start serving ice cream.
She walks off. Danny and the waiter look at her for a moment, and then look at each other rather confused.
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Terra is sitting on the couch of a rather modest looking apartment, scrolling on her phone. Next to her is her mother Gaia, watching something on TV. They both look rather comfortable, as if they're having a sleepover with their girlfriends.
Terra: Do you think it was a good idea for me to join Trinity Wrestling?
Gaia laughs. It's unclear whether the laugh was towards Terra's question or the TV, which seems to be broadcasting a game show.
Gaia: That's a rather silly question.
Terra: Are you talking about me or Family Feud?
Gaia: The wall through the TV. You, of course! You always seem so unsure of yourself. You're a badass in that ring, why wouldn't it be a good choice to join a new promotion?
Terra: Well, I heard it's affiliated with APW. We both know dad's one of the trainers, and Vinny is tag teaming with his friend. I don't want to be known too closely to them.
Gaia pauses the show and looks at Terra, holding her hand.
Terra: Because he's a fucking psychopath.
Gaia: Well… yes, but he wanted to prove that he was better than any other Walker. He just had… interesting ways of going about that.
Terra: You mean by becoming the household dictator and turning dad into his slave?
Gaia: I … I don't know where we went wrong with him. Anyhow, you're a very talented woman. Your style isn't anything like the other three. You've learned to differentiate yourself in a way that will make people remember you for what you did alone. Besides, in all honesty, the closest one to being able to be as talented as you are is Allen, and he's too busy playing it safe in local promotions, so he can remain champion for however long, just to stroke his own ego.
Terra laughs for a moment.
Terra: Yeah … but you never know when he'll make his next diabolical plan to use us for his own selfish gain.
Gaia: Like he did for Cult Following?
Terra: Exactly.
Gaia: Okay. So he got his 15 minutes of fame. I think the rest of us came out better from it in the end than he did.
Terra: I just don't want this decision to blow up in my face.
Gaia: It won't, love. Now, who are you facing?
Terra: Some guy named Dave Spades. It's for some special house show they're doing.
Gaia: Anything special about the guy? I'm sure you've done your research. At least, you better have.
Terra smirks as she shows her phone, which is already on a page about Dave Spades.
Gaia: Well, so does Britain.
Terra: He's in some group called Aces of Spades. Part of a different promotion, FWA. Apparently, he joined Trinity to make a name for himself as a singles star.
Gaia: Sounds familiar.
Terra: What? Like me?
Gaia nods, Terra scoffs.
Terra: This bloke is nothing compared to me. He wants to prove to be successful on his own, but he's done nothing to separate himself from his family. Look at me. While I still use some British Strong Style, I've mixed it with brute strength and hardcore wrestling. I've already begun to make my own legacy. A Psychonic legacy. What has Dave Spades done? Everyone is still going to know him as part of a tag team. Hell, it's in his name. After I separated myself from Allen, I removed any sense of the "Bitter Siblings" name from myself. I won't be known as Lance Walker's daughter, and I sure as hell won't be known as Allen or Vincent's sister. I'm Terra bloody Walker. The best Walker in the business.
Terra watches some clips of the Aces of Spades.
Gaia: What's that?
Terra: It's like they want to be like the Walker Family. Their style resembles ours. It's quite uncanny. Do they really think the Spades can outshine us? Does this "Dave" prick truly think he can best me? I'll shove my fucking knee down his throat, you know that? I'm willing to do things that people wouldn't dare try, let alone perform to perfection. I live and breathe wrestling. It's what I was born to do. I'm not going to lose to some inferior copycat. Especially not one as bland as Dave Spades. Cheerios has more flavor than him. It's going to be quite sad when I wipe the floor with him. But I'm going to love every second of it. Having to sit back with this damn shoulder injury was torture. Bringing Psychonic back to pro wrestling… it's overdue. Going into a brand new promotion is pretty risky, but I'll be damned if I don't become the face of Trinity Wrestling.
Gaia: How do you plan to do that exactly?
Terra: By being the best damn wrestler in the promotion, of course. I can tell you right now that there isn't a soul in Trinity Wrestling that has the skill, charisma, or the bloodlust that I have. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this, and I force others to follow suit. I hit the hardest strikes, and I shock the world with my strength. I'm one of the best wrestlers on the planet, and it's about time everyone knows it.
Gaia: Honey…
Terra: Yes, mum?
Gaia: You're rather scary when you get heated like that.
Terra laughs a bit maniacally. She plays the TV, and they continue to watch Family Feud together.