Post by Admin on Aug 2, 2023 4:40:31 GMT
Mannequins have flawless skin
You can dress 'em up like me if you like
But don't lobotomy, I'm happy and free
Listening to crickets in the pale moonlight
I don't give up, I give in
There ain't nothing to win
I'm making music for all stereotypes
Modern love, unsentimental
Consequences, schmonsequences
I can hum it if you like
Hurrah!
The obscenery's fucking useless
Jihad me in obscenery
Born ruthless
Until the rivers run dry
And you're caught in the middle what you made
In the division of thighs
From the hole where the empathy used to be
Until your river's run dry
Fuck me stupid
And you're caught in the middle what you made
Kiss it goodbye
Fuck me stupid
Empty hole where the empathy used to be
In the obscenery is where you're happy to be
Ain't it a little strange?
Pretend to be awake?
Do you think we'll break?
Like a slap in the face
Enjoy the obscenery, goodnight
Self-help, go on help yourself
You must be pleased with miseries you designed
Voyeurism-jism may cause blurry visions
Spoiled brat or an inner child
Emotional amputees with phantom pains from missing limbos of life
Oh, the guillotine!
I'm drowning in a wet dream
I'll betcha lose your mind
Hurrah!
Let's do this
Enjoy obscenery
Born ruthless
Kiss it goodbye
Stupid
We're all caught in the middle and useless
In the obscenery forget what used to be
'Cause there's no love for anyone who isn't me
Ain't it a little strange?
Pretend to be awake?
Do you think we'll break?
Like a slap in the face
More than a little strange
We really need to wake
Everything gone break
We're too fucking late
Enjoy the obscenery, goodnight
Strader Estate, Houston, TX
July 31st, 2023
“Great-Gran looks amazing for her age. Almost 80, but she doesn’t look a day over 55.”
Veronica Cain had been spending some time with her great grandmother, Hannah Strader, widow of the man that started the family dynasty. She was learning about the family’s history in the wrestling industry to better equip herself with a singular goal: bring the family back to glory.
“My William started out in the oil and gas industry, where he made his money, which he used to invest in a Texas based wrestling territory which we ran from 1982 until early 2001. So many major promotions had come onto the scene and when William retired, our twin sons, Payton and Kaleb, entered the business, taking it by storm.”
“Auntie Tee says Uncle Payton once talked Sirus Moran into handing him over the world title in… High Impact Competition. The same company Grandpa Scott had the longest title reign as the Trash’n’Thrash Champion, right?”
Hannah smiles and nods. They are in Scott’s old home office, where a display case takes up the entire back wall behind the mahogany desk. It holds twenty-nine singles championships, with his five World titles in a diamond shape in the centre of the display with the PWA World Championship in the middle. Veronica walks up to the glass, her right palm touching it, covering part of the PWA title. Veronica’s iPhone dings.
“Ron, I need u.”
“Sorry Gran, Vee needs me for something. Continue this later?”
As the two of them part ways, Veronica remembers when she was being controlled by the Affliction, Valerie it called itself, killed Scott Nash Strader. The guilt weighed heavily on her, especially since his soul had been attached to hers. For now, though, she needs to find out what her twin needs.
The Glen
Night City, California (Alternate Dimension)
Veronica was driving around the downtown area of Night City, the place Victoria and Brooklyn call home for now, in the alternate dimension that gave the sisters their own bodies and their own lives. In her Quadra Type-66s, Veronica looks up in the rear-view mirror and sees her grandfather in the reflective surface but has manipulated himself to look like he’s sitting in the small backseat.
“Good to see mom doing well.”
Veronica shakes her head slightly and stares at him. She knew he was referring to the history lesson his mom had given to her.
“Yeah, she is a strong woman. I see where all of us get it from.”
“Mom has always been a pillar of strength, love, and forgiveness. The latter, most of us, lack a lot of the time.”
“We love deep, hate deeper.”
“Exactly. So, back in Thunder-Pro, but as a talent this time, are you prepared to do anything to win that International Championship from Vaughn?”
Scott watches his granddaughter sneer back at him, and he smiles in return.
“I put a bullet in your cranium to stop you from destroying my sisters and mom.”
“That you did.”
Veronica tries to read his face, but it’s harder than it would seem in their current predicament.
“I wasn’t myself… Vee, and me were being manipulated by Valerie, the Affliction, and- - -”
“Kid, no need to explain. I lived longer than anyone in my lifestyle has a right to, so I mean it when I say… thank you.”
A look of dumbfounded washes over her face.
“Thank you? Who says thank you for being killed?”
“The deaths that happen in the criminal underworld of 1%’er MCs are brutal. Messages- - -”
SLAM!
Scott is cut off as Veronica hops a curb, trying to maintain control after a large light armoured SUV style vehicle crashes into the side of her favourite car in this alternate dimension, that Victoria uses on her missions as a mercenary.
“What the fuck was that, kiddo?!”
“Shut up for a minute and let me get us out of this.”
Uncharacteristically, the former head of the Strader Family does indeed shut up as he watches his granddaughter turn into Mario Andretti. Looking in the side mirror, she sees an armoured soldier lean out of the back passenger window, aiming an automatic rifle, and start firing at her tires. Veronica steers out of the way, the bullets sending bits of asphalt up into the air as Veronica presses down on the horn,
HONKKKKKKK!!!!!! HONKKKKKK!!!! HONKKKKKK!!!!
Pedestrians dive out of the way while Veronica speeds down the street, taking a sharp right onto the roundabout near the city centre, taking the exit toward the south end of district Victoria lives in, The Glen.
“RON! ON YOUR RIGHT!”
“Wha- - -”
CRASH!!!!
It was too late for a warning as the car spins and stops as the passenger side slams up against the road barrier. Veronica shakes her head after getting T-Boned into the barrier but can’t recover as she is pulled through the broken driver door window and thrown to the asphalt as three men in swat-like-uniforms point guns at her and periodically kick her.
“We got you now, Victoria!”
“Fuck Vee, what kinda trouble are you in? Who are these fucks?”
“The boss will pay big for this gonk's head on a platter. Let’s just zero her and delta the hell out of here,” the guard to the left said, looking at his partners before kicking Veronica in the thigh.
“Damn it, that’s gonna bruise. Gotta figure out who these pricks are.”
Veronica spits blood to the side and looks up at them with a sneer.
“Who are you three? Us Cracks security?”
The leader, who stands in the middle, smacks Veronica with the butt end of his rifle. Us Cracks was a trio of Korean K-Pop stars in this world and wasn’t taken well by her attackers.
“Shut your mouth! We are here on behalf of President Myers!”
“Militech? What did you get yourself into, Vee?”
“Shut up!”
Before Veronica can quip back, the three lay boots to her hard. Punches, kicks, headshots with the butt end of their guns. Veronica ends up on all fours and, the reflection of SNS on the side-view mirror, he nods downwards to the centre of the car. She starts crawling underneath the car.
“Look at this gonk. Think you can expect to escape under a car? We aren’t Biotechnika!”
Two of them sling their guns over to their backside and start pulling on her legs, but she holds on.
“No, I expect you to bleed out!”
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Veronica pants as the barrel of her gun has twirls of smoke from it as the three men are on the ground, holding their necks, coughing blood. Veronica pulls herself up by the driver’s door, coughing as the reflection of SNS in the side-view mirror, clapping.
“That was art, kid.”
“Just… shut up. I don’t enjoy doing that.”
“It was you or them. You made the right choice.”
Veronica sighs and rubs her face.
“What I need to do is find out exactly what Vee did to ‘cause this.”
She opens the car door, getting in, and the engine doesn’t want to turn over but eventually does as she pulls away before the NCPD can arrive on the scene.
“Family, you can’t choose them and honestly, I wouldn’t choose anyone else. I know, that’s quite the change since I broke free of the psychic cocoon I was trapped in for twenty-years.”
“I came into this world on fire, setting records in an industry that was once dominated by the Strader surname. From my uncles tHE dREAM rEAPER and tHE cRIMSON rEAPER to my grandfather, Scott Nash Strader, to my late mom and auntie, Meghan and Tamika Strader, the Cowgirls From Hell.”
“Now my auntie had a resurgence when she became one of the longest reigning Craze Champions that ever existed, but years of wear and tear, they did her in. Victoria hasn’t wrestled in almost a year, and our stoner sister is obsessed with my dad and making her in-ring comeback with Pro Wrestling Valor.”
“What I plan to do in Thunder Pro Wrestling is to take on Peter Vaughn again, but this time… his International Championship on the line. Don’t get me wrong, Ava pulled off the impossible winning the Bohemian Bash and just last Friday on my cousin’s birthday, beat the iconic Chronic Chris Page. She very well could win, and my focus will shift to her if she does, but I am not counting out Vaughn just yet, like so many of you are.”
“My climb of the ladder begins with a Claim to Fame Qualifier match against El Landerson. The luchadore John Blade of TPW. I feel like I have seen your gimmick before. I just can’t seem to place it.”
“Me though? I am the spawn of the Original Cowgirl and The Raven. I am the Scorpion of the Strader family, the one and only Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Cain. Daughter. Mother. Wife. I am one of a kind in an industry filled with wannabes and posers like you, El Landerson.”
“It was only this past February when I beat Peter Vaughn, cleanly in a traditional wrestling match on most would say his turf, people finally started showing me the respect I have deserved since I ran roughshod over OCW and like I am currently doing in CU:LT as the reigning SNUFF Champion. I plan on doing what everyone that has come into TPW planned to do, become its International Champion and restore glory to the Strader name.”
“Yes, I wear my husband’s last name proudly, but he brought greatness onto the name Cain when he became the only three-time OCW Champion and Hall of Famer. Some call it bias because my auntie made me a Hall of Fame member of OCW, but I earned it and anyone who says I didn’t is a salty prick. I bring this up because the day the Marshal family starts their Hall of Fame, I can promise you all I will be one of the first inducted, not just as a wrestler, but what I could do while I was 49% owner of this great company.”
“So El Landerson, on August 11th, two days before I am set to face one of my greatest rivals in Sebastian Everett Bryce, you and I will enter that TPW ring where many great stars of the past, present and future have stepped into, and I am going to show not only you, but all of Thunder-Pro why I am the odds-on favourite to Claim the Fame, and earn my rightful shot at the International Championship.”
“It’s important that you figure this all out because in four simple words, you will learn why I am the greatest Strader of the modern-era.”
“God forgives.”
“I don’t.”
