Post by Admin on Oct 18, 2021 3:43:38 GMT
Private Air Strip
Outside Liverpool, England
October 13th, 2021
Cara Strader sat with her aunt and boyfriend as she had been sitting on her phone, keeping a social media presence like her mom had asked her to. She was worried about Victoria, and the past couple of days, she turned around on her feelings towards Atara Themis. She figured hell must be freezing over, but she finally saw that The Goddess actually cared about her sister and best friend. That made Cara. All she ever wanted was for Victoria to find someone that could appreciate the strong, intelligent woman she is. That’s what made not knowing what was going on all that much worse. Uncle John had been by earlier with Spike, the BoM MC Liverpool charters president who was a black man. John had vowed to be inclusive with his club and not be another racist group of men on two wheels. No women were allowed but one generational change at a time. She knew the club had found the estate of Diogenes Knox, and we were working on finding the original contractor to find the blueprints.
Cara felt useless, though; her Aunt Tamika, the quiet observer of the loudmouth group of Canadian-bred Texans, could see that. Cara stepped off the luxury jet onto the tarmac. The heels of her black knee boots clicked on the asphalt as she walked a few feet away before lighting a spliff she had rolled not long ago. She takes a deep drag and sits down on a cement block. She doesn’t realize her aunt has followed her until the elder Strader sits down. There was only 11 years difference between the two, so it helped “Auntie Teebag” relate and give advice to her nieces. Tamika was wearing one of her BombSquad BoM Mc support wear hoodies, black jeans, and new black Vans. She holds out her hand, and a shocked Cara passes her the spliff.
“Auntie Tee, since when do you toke?” the young whipper-snapper asked with a bit of shock.
“When family members get kidnapped by the other family name,” she says, taking a drag. She doesn’t even cough, telling Cara it isn’t her first time. “Here, that’s all I need.”
Cara takes it back and takes her own deep drag, pulling in what has to be ¼ of the spliff. She exhales a few O’s and sends a straight line shot of smoke through them.
“How are you not freaking out?”
Tamika raises her eyebrows with a chuckle.
“Years ago, dad did something foolish, so he had to fake his death, and your mom and I had to as well. We spent a year in Panama moving cocaine for dad. Not my proudest moment. I was doing a side deal to make extra money to try and get us back to North America, but I was almost killed until your mom saved my life,” she says sadly, knowing if she hadn’t of tried to do that, Meghan wouldn’t have ended a man’s life. “So after that, I accepted the fact that bad things happen to us, but we are strong enough to persevere and survive. We are kinda like the Loki’s of wrestling; we never die, we just survive.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it. I have this trio match in Level Up on Tuesday, and my head is not in the game. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is a helpless Victoria,” she says, trailing off, with saying her sister’s name.
Tamika’s eyebrows raise slightly with a nod.
“I get that… well, I am going to tell you something that your mom asked me to wait on, but I can see it will probably do some good if you knew,” her auntie replies, as she takes Cara’s right and covers it with both hands, holding tightly.
“What? What is it?” she asks, taking a drag from her wacky tabacky.
“Your sister got her hands on one of the guard’s phones and was able to get ahold of Atara, who was able to get ahold of Matthew and your mom. Friday morning, we are getting her back as Matthew is pretty sure he knows the location.”
Cara scrunches her nose in thought before she shakes her head.
“Why Friday? Why not today?”
“Because if we are wrong on the location and we go in guns blazing, they’ll move her just to be safe, and we could lose our window,” Tamika replies quietly, keeping the worst of the worst thoughts out of her head.
Cara takes a final drag off her spliff, holding in the smoke as long as she can. She sighs as she exhales with speed.
“Thank you for telling me. I’ll keep my hopes to myself for now. I am not at all surprised she figured out a way to get ahold of Atara,” she says, almost sounding sad. Probably because a few months ago, it would’ve been her she called.
Tamika notices the look on the young woman’s face. She places her left hand on Cara’s right shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze.
“Victoria is in love, Cara,” she tells her, seeing Cara’s eye twitch slightly.
“They haven’t been together that long; how could she love her?”
“That’s the thing about love, sweetheart. While it’s fundamentally the same for most people in terms of definition, we all process it in our own way. You know I love your Uncle Simon, and I am very proud to be his partner, his wife, but I care for Samantha at the same time. I am not in love with her, but my feelings for him haven’t changed towards your uncle, either,” she replies, hoping Cara understands. “Victoria has known Atara for a little bit, from working on the set of Ghost Fighter Boone, and they clicked. They are from two very different worlds in every possible way, but there's an acceptance and understanding between them. They can be themselves with one another, and we aren’t her heart, and we can’t (nor can she) say what it wants when it wants it.”
Cara sighed quietly. She knew her aunt was right; she just had become accustomed to having Vee around all the time and missed her. She knew someone would come along eventually. Victoria was a great young woman with a heart of gold, but she wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. In need of a subject change, Cara turns to Tamika with a question.
“Is there any moose tracks ice cream leftover?”
Home of Cara Strader, Firestation
Redwood City, California
October 17th, 2021
It had only been a few days since she had been home from England, but Cara was sad her sister didn’t stay in the States and went back to Greece with Atara. She helped make it possible to get the yacht over there so Victoria would have her own place. Cara was indeed nicer to The Goddess after everything that happened Friday morning in England and getting Victoria out of Diogenes Knox’s greasy grasp. Jake was out getting them dinner, so Cara and Meghan were bonding over a game pool on the billiards table Cara bought with her first Level Up payout. The daughter is truly a chip off the mother’s block as they both were rocking blue jeans, Meghan in a loose black silky top showing off her MILFness, and Cara’s is a tight white tank-top with the Level Up logo across her chest. Meghan bends over from the long side of the pool table, calling her shot.
“Three ball, side pocket,” she says with one eye open staring straight down her custom-made pool cue, and she makes the shot. Mamabear continues on her tear and sinks the 8 ball to win.
“Jeez, mom, you could at least throw a shot once and awhile,” Cara says, rolling her eyes as her mom chuckles at her disgruntled child.
“Keep practicing with Jake, and you’ll get it.”
Cara lookedJohn Strader’s rec room up at the clock above the bar in the rec room John Strader had built for his club and saw the time.
“Well, Harold’s late,” she says with an annoyed sigh. “Mamabear, will you film my promo for Level Up?”
Meghan takes a swig from her bottle of Miller High Life (the champagne of beers) and nods as she uses her hand to wipe away a tiny amount of beer from the corner of her mouth.
“Sure, where do you want to set up, Carebear?”
Our thotty Strader looks around her greenish-brown eyes, smiles and points over to the bar. It’s an oak built, varnished, stained and made lengthwise against the longest wall. She sits down on a wooden stool and leans back on her outstretched arms, crossing her denim-clad legs, and nods at Meghan she’s ready. After a moment, Meghan has the HD miniature camera in her hand and does a Wayne’s World style countdown and signals it’s rolling.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screens light up from whatever we are watching on, (TV, Level Up Network, pirates streams and cellular devices) the Level Up logo followed by a cursive writing banner that reads ‘Cara Strader.’ She smiles wide for the camera and the people watching at home.
“Hey, hey Level Up-Verse! What a glorious Sunday it is! I would apologize for my lateness in presenting myself and being overly excited, but that would be a lie because I am not sorry! It is no secret that my sister was abducted a week ago in London, England, at OCW’s Masters of Macabre. Now everyone knows by now thanks to my sister’s father, Papi Knox, mamabear, Uncle John, sexy Tony Savage and Atara Themis, she is safe from her abductors even if they were able to get the European authorities to sweep it under the rug,” she says, the last statement dripping with disgust.
“That’s why you haven’t heard from me until today. We spent the week looking for her and getting her out of there, and honestly, a matchup against three people I don’t really care about with two partners to match, it was at the very bottom of my list of priorities. As much as our family is dedicated to this business, our loyalty to our family is stronger, and they will always come first.”
Cara turns around, reaching behind the bar to produce her homemade ashtray (that looks like a kindergartner made it) that was a ready-rolled spliff sitting in it and a pack of matches that read ‘The Red Rabbit.’ The familiar sound of sulphur igniting fills our ears as the crackling sound of burning paper and herbs replaces it. She takes a drag and resumes her position sitting on the stool, leaning back, arms outstretched and left leg crossed over her right.
“So just to go back a couple of weeks ago, I did what I said I was going to do and win my debut match against Arthur Fisk. Well, the AI that seems to run the place must’ve felt bad for old Artie Fisk that they gave him two partners to take me on again with Erika Crawford and Amber Payne. First, let’s talk about my partners, or rather, the two women I have been forced to work with.”
“First, Erika Crawford, what I can gather from my research is that you didn’t do all that well you first run through and found yourself sitting on the shelf with an injury. Now you are back, looking to make a name for yourself,” she says while taking a drag of her marijawatchy cigaratchy. “From what I heard, your brother blamed himself, but really, injuries usually happen to us when we aren’t prepared and most likely isn’t; what’s his name again… oh right, Nicky, I doubt it was truly his fault. I could be wrong; it does sometimes happen; just ask that douche canoe Thunder Knuckles. Luckily for you, I started my rookie year (this year) in a trios division and knew my way around this style of match-up. I am ready to go on the hunt. Now, now to use that terrible segue, that brings me to our partner, The Huntress Amber Payne.”
Another toke with an exhale through her nostrils because she thinks it makes her look like a dragon. What can she say, it's pretty good pot.
“I don’t know all that much about you. We shared a locker room while I was filling in for my mom in Revolution1 Wrestling, and my Uncle John remembered being a part of the roster in WrestleWorld, along with Victoria. I get the feeling you don’t really like me, and that’s fine because really I don’t have any real reason to like you either.”
“Don’t confuse that; just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I dislike you either. From what I have seen, I just don’t know you, and you don’t really make that easy to do. Which, hey, that’s your God-given right but feel free to thank me when we come away with the win.”
A drag, and she puts out her spliff halfway.
“Artie, my man, you made some pretty bold claims, saying I shouldn’t smoke my ganja before coming down to the ring, but I should point out the future Courage Champion, my brother from anotha motha, “Modest Monday” Bertcules McAlroy, dusts me like a crackhead can dust the Tour De France on a child’s ten-speed bike with playing cards in the spokes.”
“I won’t ever take an opponent lightly, even if I did show what four generations of talent can do between those ropes. You do have a fighting chance, possibly with the newcomers in your corner with Chassie Fear, but I fear (no pun intended) that Joey Crash won’t be of much help to your goal in grabbing a win here in Level Up.”
She uncrosses her legs and switches to her right leg over her left.
“Joey, Joey, Joey. What are we going to do with you? Your career hasn’t been what I bet you hoped it would be with injuries, losing the cruiserweight physique (settle down, I am not body shaming, just pointing out he had to adopt a new style, so don’t cancel a girl) and in your own biography, basically fell out of love with the sport. See the thing about me? I wasn’t even raised in this family, but I have always loved this business. I grew up watching my mamabear and Auntie Teebag winning tag straps and showing the world why the Strader sisters are two of the best tag team performers this business has ever seen. I have that same drive. My sister has that same drive. The drive is important in this game because you are just phoning it in and doing the bare minimum to earn your paycheque.”
She crosses her arms and looks at us watching at home or Starbucks or the peep show while waiting for a new performer to enter the centre stage.
“However, that brings me to the one I actually have quite a bit of respect for, and that’s Chassie Fear. What, surprised?” she asks, with a Cheshire cat-like-grin. “I am 100% serious; I mean, how do you not respect talent like yourself? A single mother who kicked some serious ass to put food on the table for her child. That’s dedication.”
“Now that baby is all grown up, and you can once again focus on the hall of fame type career you have had, but as much praise I am giving you doesn’t mean I believe you can win. See, as much confidence as I have in my homeslice Bertcules becoming the new Courage Champion, I have even more in myself that my winning ways will continue. Outside of one no contest in a trios match and finishing top ten at the number position in a 30 person battle royale.”
“I am coming into Universal Studios Hollywood with one goal in mind: to add yet another win to record. Like I said last time, no one in the family has ever had the kind of start I have had so far, and I want to continue those winning ways.”
“At EXP15, I am definitely going to Level Up,” she says with the Strader sneer. “You would do best to remember… I'll watch you fall down, I'll drag you face down.”
“Everything burns.”
With that, our scene fades on the sneering face of the young Strader, fading to the Level Up logo.
Outside Liverpool, England
October 13th, 2021
Cara Strader sat with her aunt and boyfriend as she had been sitting on her phone, keeping a social media presence like her mom had asked her to. She was worried about Victoria, and the past couple of days, she turned around on her feelings towards Atara Themis. She figured hell must be freezing over, but she finally saw that The Goddess actually cared about her sister and best friend. That made Cara. All she ever wanted was for Victoria to find someone that could appreciate the strong, intelligent woman she is. That’s what made not knowing what was going on all that much worse. Uncle John had been by earlier with Spike, the BoM MC Liverpool charters president who was a black man. John had vowed to be inclusive with his club and not be another racist group of men on two wheels. No women were allowed but one generational change at a time. She knew the club had found the estate of Diogenes Knox, and we were working on finding the original contractor to find the blueprints.
Cara felt useless, though; her Aunt Tamika, the quiet observer of the loudmouth group of Canadian-bred Texans, could see that. Cara stepped off the luxury jet onto the tarmac. The heels of her black knee boots clicked on the asphalt as she walked a few feet away before lighting a spliff she had rolled not long ago. She takes a deep drag and sits down on a cement block. She doesn’t realize her aunt has followed her until the elder Strader sits down. There was only 11 years difference between the two, so it helped “Auntie Teebag” relate and give advice to her nieces. Tamika was wearing one of her BombSquad BoM Mc support wear hoodies, black jeans, and new black Vans. She holds out her hand, and a shocked Cara passes her the spliff.
“Auntie Tee, since when do you toke?” the young whipper-snapper asked with a bit of shock.
“When family members get kidnapped by the other family name,” she says, taking a drag. She doesn’t even cough, telling Cara it isn’t her first time. “Here, that’s all I need.”
Cara takes it back and takes her own deep drag, pulling in what has to be ¼ of the spliff. She exhales a few O’s and sends a straight line shot of smoke through them.
“How are you not freaking out?”
Tamika raises her eyebrows with a chuckle.
“Years ago, dad did something foolish, so he had to fake his death, and your mom and I had to as well. We spent a year in Panama moving cocaine for dad. Not my proudest moment. I was doing a side deal to make extra money to try and get us back to North America, but I was almost killed until your mom saved my life,” she says sadly, knowing if she hadn’t of tried to do that, Meghan wouldn’t have ended a man’s life. “So after that, I accepted the fact that bad things happen to us, but we are strong enough to persevere and survive. We are kinda like the Loki’s of wrestling; we never die, we just survive.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it. I have this trio match in Level Up on Tuesday, and my head is not in the game. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is a helpless Victoria,” she says, trailing off, with saying her sister’s name.
Tamika’s eyebrows raise slightly with a nod.
“I get that… well, I am going to tell you something that your mom asked me to wait on, but I can see it will probably do some good if you knew,” her auntie replies, as she takes Cara’s right and covers it with both hands, holding tightly.
“What? What is it?” she asks, taking a drag from her wacky tabacky.
“Your sister got her hands on one of the guard’s phones and was able to get ahold of Atara, who was able to get ahold of Matthew and your mom. Friday morning, we are getting her back as Matthew is pretty sure he knows the location.”
Cara scrunches her nose in thought before she shakes her head.
“Why Friday? Why not today?”
“Because if we are wrong on the location and we go in guns blazing, they’ll move her just to be safe, and we could lose our window,” Tamika replies quietly, keeping the worst of the worst thoughts out of her head.
Cara takes a final drag off her spliff, holding in the smoke as long as she can. She sighs as she exhales with speed.
“Thank you for telling me. I’ll keep my hopes to myself for now. I am not at all surprised she figured out a way to get ahold of Atara,” she says, almost sounding sad. Probably because a few months ago, it would’ve been her she called.
Tamika notices the look on the young woman’s face. She places her left hand on Cara’s right shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze.
“Victoria is in love, Cara,” she tells her, seeing Cara’s eye twitch slightly.
“They haven’t been together that long; how could she love her?”
“That’s the thing about love, sweetheart. While it’s fundamentally the same for most people in terms of definition, we all process it in our own way. You know I love your Uncle Simon, and I am very proud to be his partner, his wife, but I care for Samantha at the same time. I am not in love with her, but my feelings for him haven’t changed towards your uncle, either,” she replies, hoping Cara understands. “Victoria has known Atara for a little bit, from working on the set of Ghost Fighter Boone, and they clicked. They are from two very different worlds in every possible way, but there's an acceptance and understanding between them. They can be themselves with one another, and we aren’t her heart, and we can’t (nor can she) say what it wants when it wants it.”
Cara sighed quietly. She knew her aunt was right; she just had become accustomed to having Vee around all the time and missed her. She knew someone would come along eventually. Victoria was a great young woman with a heart of gold, but she wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. In need of a subject change, Cara turns to Tamika with a question.
“Is there any moose tracks ice cream leftover?”
Home of Cara Strader, Firestation
Redwood City, California
October 17th, 2021
It had only been a few days since she had been home from England, but Cara was sad her sister didn’t stay in the States and went back to Greece with Atara. She helped make it possible to get the yacht over there so Victoria would have her own place. Cara was indeed nicer to The Goddess after everything that happened Friday morning in England and getting Victoria out of Diogenes Knox’s greasy grasp. Jake was out getting them dinner, so Cara and Meghan were bonding over a game pool on the billiards table Cara bought with her first Level Up payout. The daughter is truly a chip off the mother’s block as they both were rocking blue jeans, Meghan in a loose black silky top showing off her MILFness, and Cara’s is a tight white tank-top with the Level Up logo across her chest. Meghan bends over from the long side of the pool table, calling her shot.
“Three ball, side pocket,” she says with one eye open staring straight down her custom-made pool cue, and she makes the shot. Mamabear continues on her tear and sinks the 8 ball to win.
“Jeez, mom, you could at least throw a shot once and awhile,” Cara says, rolling her eyes as her mom chuckles at her disgruntled child.
“Keep practicing with Jake, and you’ll get it.”
Cara lookedJohn Strader’s rec room up at the clock above the bar in the rec room John Strader had built for his club and saw the time.
“Well, Harold’s late,” she says with an annoyed sigh. “Mamabear, will you film my promo for Level Up?”
Meghan takes a swig from her bottle of Miller High Life (the champagne of beers) and nods as she uses her hand to wipe away a tiny amount of beer from the corner of her mouth.
“Sure, where do you want to set up, Carebear?”
Our thotty Strader looks around her greenish-brown eyes, smiles and points over to the bar. It’s an oak built, varnished, stained and made lengthwise against the longest wall. She sits down on a wooden stool and leans back on her outstretched arms, crossing her denim-clad legs, and nods at Meghan she’s ready. After a moment, Meghan has the HD miniature camera in her hand and does a Wayne’s World style countdown and signals it’s rolling.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screens light up from whatever we are watching on, (TV, Level Up Network, pirates streams and cellular devices) the Level Up logo followed by a cursive writing banner that reads ‘Cara Strader.’ She smiles wide for the camera and the people watching at home.
“Hey, hey Level Up-Verse! What a glorious Sunday it is! I would apologize for my lateness in presenting myself and being overly excited, but that would be a lie because I am not sorry! It is no secret that my sister was abducted a week ago in London, England, at OCW’s Masters of Macabre. Now everyone knows by now thanks to my sister’s father, Papi Knox, mamabear, Uncle John, sexy Tony Savage and Atara Themis, she is safe from her abductors even if they were able to get the European authorities to sweep it under the rug,” she says, the last statement dripping with disgust.
“That’s why you haven’t heard from me until today. We spent the week looking for her and getting her out of there, and honestly, a matchup against three people I don’t really care about with two partners to match, it was at the very bottom of my list of priorities. As much as our family is dedicated to this business, our loyalty to our family is stronger, and they will always come first.”
Cara turns around, reaching behind the bar to produce her homemade ashtray (that looks like a kindergartner made it) that was a ready-rolled spliff sitting in it and a pack of matches that read ‘The Red Rabbit.’ The familiar sound of sulphur igniting fills our ears as the crackling sound of burning paper and herbs replaces it. She takes a drag and resumes her position sitting on the stool, leaning back, arms outstretched and left leg crossed over her right.
“So just to go back a couple of weeks ago, I did what I said I was going to do and win my debut match against Arthur Fisk. Well, the AI that seems to run the place must’ve felt bad for old Artie Fisk that they gave him two partners to take me on again with Erika Crawford and Amber Payne. First, let’s talk about my partners, or rather, the two women I have been forced to work with.”
“First, Erika Crawford, what I can gather from my research is that you didn’t do all that well you first run through and found yourself sitting on the shelf with an injury. Now you are back, looking to make a name for yourself,” she says while taking a drag of her marijawatchy cigaratchy. “From what I heard, your brother blamed himself, but really, injuries usually happen to us when we aren’t prepared and most likely isn’t; what’s his name again… oh right, Nicky, I doubt it was truly his fault. I could be wrong; it does sometimes happen; just ask that douche canoe Thunder Knuckles. Luckily for you, I started my rookie year (this year) in a trios division and knew my way around this style of match-up. I am ready to go on the hunt. Now, now to use that terrible segue, that brings me to our partner, The Huntress Amber Payne.”
Another toke with an exhale through her nostrils because she thinks it makes her look like a dragon. What can she say, it's pretty good pot.
“I don’t know all that much about you. We shared a locker room while I was filling in for my mom in Revolution1 Wrestling, and my Uncle John remembered being a part of the roster in WrestleWorld, along with Victoria. I get the feeling you don’t really like me, and that’s fine because really I don’t have any real reason to like you either.”
“Don’t confuse that; just because I don’t like you doesn’t mean I dislike you either. From what I have seen, I just don’t know you, and you don’t really make that easy to do. Which, hey, that’s your God-given right but feel free to thank me when we come away with the win.”
A drag, and she puts out her spliff halfway.
“Artie, my man, you made some pretty bold claims, saying I shouldn’t smoke my ganja before coming down to the ring, but I should point out the future Courage Champion, my brother from anotha motha, “Modest Monday” Bertcules McAlroy, dusts me like a crackhead can dust the Tour De France on a child’s ten-speed bike with playing cards in the spokes.”
“I won’t ever take an opponent lightly, even if I did show what four generations of talent can do between those ropes. You do have a fighting chance, possibly with the newcomers in your corner with Chassie Fear, but I fear (no pun intended) that Joey Crash won’t be of much help to your goal in grabbing a win here in Level Up.”
She uncrosses her legs and switches to her right leg over her left.
“Joey, Joey, Joey. What are we going to do with you? Your career hasn’t been what I bet you hoped it would be with injuries, losing the cruiserweight physique (settle down, I am not body shaming, just pointing out he had to adopt a new style, so don’t cancel a girl) and in your own biography, basically fell out of love with the sport. See the thing about me? I wasn’t even raised in this family, but I have always loved this business. I grew up watching my mamabear and Auntie Teebag winning tag straps and showing the world why the Strader sisters are two of the best tag team performers this business has ever seen. I have that same drive. My sister has that same drive. The drive is important in this game because you are just phoning it in and doing the bare minimum to earn your paycheque.”
She crosses her arms and looks at us watching at home or Starbucks or the peep show while waiting for a new performer to enter the centre stage.
“However, that brings me to the one I actually have quite a bit of respect for, and that’s Chassie Fear. What, surprised?” she asks, with a Cheshire cat-like-grin. “I am 100% serious; I mean, how do you not respect talent like yourself? A single mother who kicked some serious ass to put food on the table for her child. That’s dedication.”
“Now that baby is all grown up, and you can once again focus on the hall of fame type career you have had, but as much praise I am giving you doesn’t mean I believe you can win. See, as much confidence as I have in my homeslice Bertcules becoming the new Courage Champion, I have even more in myself that my winning ways will continue. Outside of one no contest in a trios match and finishing top ten at the number position in a 30 person battle royale.”
“I am coming into Universal Studios Hollywood with one goal in mind: to add yet another win to record. Like I said last time, no one in the family has ever had the kind of start I have had so far, and I want to continue those winning ways.”
“At EXP15, I am definitely going to Level Up,” she says with the Strader sneer. “You would do best to remember… I'll watch you fall down, I'll drag you face down.”
“Everything burns.”
With that, our scene fades on the sneering face of the young Strader, fading to the Level Up logo.
