Post by Admin on May 25, 2023 17:41:37 GMT
Victoria Strader’s Childhood Home
Eldorado Avenue London, Ontario CA
October 30th, 2022
“Mmmm, Christian… Oh I’ve missed you…”
“More than you know, babe.”
Veronica’s breath was quick as her hips gyrated hard and deliberately, her hand squeezing his chest, pulling at his chest hair as she leaned down, their lips locking in a passionate kiss. From the first time they had hooked up to right now, the sex just got better and better. Veronica didn’t have a lot to compare it to, even though she did hook up with Thaddeus Duke in a NYC bar washroom, it was hate sex and it only happened because Christian vanished, only to find out that Victoria had kept him in a time loop to punish him for taking Veronica away from her.
“Oh baby, right there… don’t stop… don’t… stop…”
Veronica falls to Christian’s chest, their sweaty bodies in sync. She wraps her arms behind his neck, as his strong hands grip her thighs firmly, squeezing and holding her to his pelvis as tightly as he can. She bites his neck, and he returns the favour.
“Ohh, darlin’... darlin’...UHHHHHH!!!”
“AHHHHHHH!!!!”
The two of them share simultaneous climaxes, Veronica’s hot breath in his ear, and his on her neck.
“I love you, Christian… with all my heart and soul.”
“You too, my darlin’... you too.”
Most women might be bothered that Outcast didn’t say the actual words back, but she knew he did from the way he looked at her, held her, kissed her, made love to her and how his hands would wander her body like he was feeling her skin for the first time. Veronica slowly slides off his body, curling up under his left arm, her ear on his chest so she can hear his heart beat. Her fingers on her right hand trace up the treasure trail of hair to his chest, laying her open palm on it.
“You have no idea how much I missed you… missed feeling you inside of me… the way you look at me like I am the only girl in the world…”
Outcast lets out a soft chuckle, as his hand gently moves stray blonde hair from her face, running his fingertips gently around her earlobe.
“You might have a twin, but there is only one of you, Ronnie… and you're all I could ever need or want in my life. I was a drunk-drugged out mess before I met you and you gave me reason to get clean. Your constant support of me, your faith in me… I thank God everyday you found me and brought me back to life.”
“You gave me hope… you gave me a reason to tear down the walls built around my heart and soul… promise me you’ll never leave me…”
He sits up slowly and guides her face to look into his eyes with his hand.
“I promise you, Veronica Annmarie Strader, I’ll always be with you.”
Their lips lock together gently, in the last kiss the two would ever share…
Rest Area
Connecticut, USA
December 2nd, 2023
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“You can’t be gone…
The cherries from the emergency vehicles illuminate the area while Veronica sits in her truck, legs facing out of the driver's door, and her face in her hands. She looks up when the clicking sound of heels from a pair of Harley riding boots approaches her. It’s her Uncle, John Strader.
“These idiots, they don’t know where Solomon went, but I have my charters on alert, and the charters of clubs we are friendly with. We will find him, and we will bring the big bastard to justice. Vee is gonna use her clout as OCW Commissioner to draw him to the show.”
“Funny that Vee is willing to help me.”
“I know you two haven’t been seeing eye to eye…”
“She kept Christian in a time loop and fired me days out of my coma that she put me in to begin with! Then fired your sister seconds later! How are you not mad at her?”
John reaches into his Kutte, pulling out a soft pack of Marlboro Reds. He taps one out and hands it to Veronica and lights both of their death sticks. He leans back against the cab of the truck beside the open door, and looks at his niece, taking a long drag.
“In this family, kiddo, that isn't even all that bad. She’s coming around, coming to the realization she was wrong and that you tried to protect her.”
Veronica takes a drag and swivels herself into the truck, closing the door. John walks up to the open window and his niece looks at him, a sullen look upon her face.
“All I know is that from here on out… nothing will be the same. Shit rolls downhill and I am always at the bottom of it. Let me know when you find Christian’s bastard son.”
John nods and steps back as Veronica peels out of the rest area. He shakes head as her tail lights fade in the night.
“I wish I could say you were wrong, kiddo.”
Victoria’s Childhood Home
Eldorado Avenue, London, Ontario CA
February 5th, 2023
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“I am sorry I couldn’t save you, sweet sister.”
Tamika is covered in the blood of Meghan Strader, cradled in her arms. As well as the blood of the almost 7’0” monster in the torn white mask that was sent to kill them, with a large chef’s knife in his neck courtesy of the eldest Cowgirl. Tears mixed with blood have stained the now eldest Strader sibling, and she fishes her Blackberry Curve PGP encrypted phone out of her jeans pocket.
“Ok, I need to get this place cleaned up….”
Tapping away at the keyboard of her encrypted phone, she hits send and awaits a response.
DING
“Nice and quick… (reads aloud) ‘Crew is on their way, no one will know how the subject expired.’ How robotic… one day I will tell the girls what really happened here. I can’t give that bastard cousin that satisfaction of breaking hearts… I love you, Megz… rest in peace, sweet sister.”
With her free hand. Tamika gently closes Meghan’s barely open eyes, looking into her icy blue eyes one last time. Things would never be the same, but she knows she has to be strong for her nieces and little nephew now. She is now the Strader Matriarch.
The Scorpion’s Tail Bar and Grill
Outskirts Houston, Texas USA
May 17th, 2023
Two drunk men that are at least two dozen beers away from being kind of attractive slide up on Veronica’s left and the other on Tamika’s right. Tamika looks at her niece, gently shaking her head no.
“Hey ladies, can (BURPPP) we buy you a drink, hmm?”
Veronica takes a deep breath, doing her best not to smell the escaping gas.
“We are fine. Why don’t you gentlemen enjoy drinks on me and leave us alone?”
The one beside Auntie Teebag leans in, getting in her personal space.
“Come on baby, let daddy buy you a drink.”
“You were asked nicely. Now I am telling you both to fuck off.”
“Well, you don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“Of course I don’t. Eat me.”
The bar-back goes up to the bartender, Jed, looking worried.
“Shouldn’t we break this up? They are biker royalty.”
“Naw, watch what’s about to happen,” he said, nodding toward the four. He pulls out his cell phone, hitting record.
Tamika shrugs and nods, and like a choreographed move, Veronica and Tamika grab each man by the back of their heads, slamming them head first on the bar.
“Showtime!”
The men shake their heads, and immediately put up their fists and move in on the Strader women. Veronica kicks out her barstool, side stepping the lunging drunk. She grabs him by the back of his jeans and hauls him over the stool as Tamika pushes the other drunk forward and the two collide head first into one another.
“Well, that was easy.”
“Oh look, they are trying to get back up.”
The two get back up, looking angry and embarrassed while Tamika and Veronica nod at each other.
“You stupid bitches!”
Each one charges at the Strader women. Tamika grabs the head of her guy, placing it under her arm and runs forward to the bar. Getting her foot up on the ledge, she twists around, landing her trademark “Bitch On The Run” (acid drop), knocking the guy out cold. Veronica grabs her assailant's head by the hair and runs towards the bar. She jumps forward, bringing him down face first on the barstool with a running bulldog as his throat lands across the foot rest. Veronica stands, brushing the short blonde hair out of her eyes.
“Do you know what they call a JackHammer in Paris?”
Tamika jumps up onto the bar and flies off it and brings both feet down on the guy's chest, using it like a human trampoline to land standing up.
“A JaquesHammer!”
Tamika chuckles at her silly joke. She turns to see Veronica laying out the other drunk with the Blackened (Sister Abigail), her finisher in the ring and tribute to her mother. Veronica notices the bartender Jed has been recording them, and motions with her head to inform Tamika.
“Well, Brothers Grimm, it looks like you got a preview of what’s coming on the third edition of CU:LT TV. I have heard one of my sisters say the reason they are the TV Champion is that they bring in the ratings. I can say the same thing, but my SNUFF Championship transcends across the entire company, not just CU:LT TV. I wrestle on the same show as Serenity, because I also bring the ratings wherever I go. You should’ve seen the numbers when I defeated Peter Vaughn in February.”
“Don’t forget that you went into a company that was extremely difficult to become a part of and broke every championship record OCW had. You took the hate in stride and made a name for yourself, earning a spot in the Hall of Fame there.”
“And I did it without killing myself,” Veronica adds with a sarcastic wink.
“My niece and I know what it is like to lose the people closest to you. Both my parents are gone; one to cancer, the other a bullet to the head.”
“And my mom, Auntie Tee’s big sister, succumbed to cancer as well. I have a father, but it’s nothing more than a formality.”
“The point is, we have done our research on both of you. Your parents vanish, left all by yourself. I know what that's like, but at least we had some closure.”
“Nero Grimm aka The Panther and Jack Grimm aka The Scorpion. You two definitely look older than you really are. Nero, the quiet one, which means probably the most dangerous, at least that has always been my experience. Then, of course, a man after my heart, Jack. I am the Scorpion of my family as well, and I promise that my sting will burn more than yours. We are more dangerous than the supernatural beasts you chase.”
“No one knows better than me that siblings, especially ones that are close, usually make the best tag teams. I know because when my sister was alive, we dominated any and every tag division that was out there. I am sure you two will give this brand new tag team of ours a run for our money, but I wouldn’t bet on the outcome you are hoping for.”
The Strader Sneer creeps across both Tamika’s and Veronica’s faces.
“Brothers Grimm, I have but four words for you… God Forgives.”
“We don’t.”
“Shhhh.. Do you hear that?”
Our scene fades to the Resist & Disorder logo with the sound of galloping horses fill our ears, a callback to Tamika’s tag team with Meghan, Cowgirls From Hell.
Footnotes
*Search For Outcast
**Weeks of Hell
