Post by "Psychonic" Terra Walker on Nov 14, 2021 13:17:41 GMT -5
At first, what is seen is a very posh, expensive small house. Of course, once Terra is spotted with a baseball bat, an axe, and anger flooding over her face, it becomes obvious that it won’t stay so pleasant for long. She marches her way to the door and whacks at it with her axe repeatedly, until the door is weak enough for her to kick down. She steps into the house, dragging the bat and carrying the axe over her shoulder.
“Of fucking course. It serves me right to actually give a shit about a match, just to get fucked over with a ‘surprise opponent.’ Who the hell is JC Keeton and how did I lose to him? Why was he allowed an automatic title shot? What made any of this fair? He has my title, and now I have to get it back, because this fucker threw me off course.”
She takes her bat and swings it at a nearby lamp. There’s a framed picture of Allen Walker that she takes her axe to. A sinister laugh escapes Terra’s voice box.
“So, to add insult to injury, they want me to tag team with this twit, knowing good and well that I’d much rather take this bat and smash his head in, and then chop his hands off with this axe. To make matters even worse, if we fight in any way, shape or form, we lose the match! Ha! What a fucking riot! I bet Torture was pissing his pants laughing when he thought up this goddamn idea in his pillock of a head. Now I have to deal with it.”
The clearly expensive television becomes victim to the ruthless attack from a fearsome axe. Sparks fly as Terra continues to slash the AMOLED screen to bits and pieces.
“I couldn’t care less about Roddy Zalez and Kitsumi’s prissy little tag team. I’ve already said countless times that I’m done with the tag division, but no one fucking listens to me. No one gives a fuck what I want, about what I desire, so fine. I guess they can get fucked in the process. If I have to deal with this ass backwards stipulation, then they can deal with the consequences of being on the other side of the ring with me at my fucking angriest point.”
The dining room table is the next one to fall prey to the unstoppable axe, but only after the decor of it gets demolished by the dreaded baseball bat. Glass and ceramic shatter all over the room before wood gets chopped away, getting axed and kicked piece by piece. The chairs are next, falling for the same fate.
“Just as I thought people actually gave a fuck about me, I get the short end of the stick once again. I have to deal with Torture’s reasoning for giving himself his dumb fuck name. Fine. I’ll team up with Keeton. We could be the loveliest of friends during this match, and make Roddy and Sumi wish they never got this match. We’ll seem like we’ve been tag teaming for years, and that we should go for the tag titles. It will all seem fantastic, just until we win the match, the bell rings, and I punt him right in the fucking face and beat him with my fucking championship because it’s my title and I never should have ever fucking lost it in the first goddamn place! He can enjoy it now, but I’m coming for him with a vengeance he isn’t ready for. Keeton is going to regret taking any deal from Torture or whoever else allowed him to blindside me like this. I’m fucking fed up with this godforsaken company!”
Terra continues to literally tear the house down, until she sees a familiar face at the broken door of the house, who looks to be calling 911 as he stares daggers at her.
“Oh fuck. Hi Oliver.”