Post by Admin on Oct 31, 2021 7:33:49 GMT
Knights Inn Motel
Tampa Bay, Florida
October 29th, 2021
“What is happening to me?”
“Shhh…don’t worry about that darlin’ and let Vee protect you.”
“But I am Vee. Vee is for Victoria.”
“For all the simps out there, maybe. But you know who I am referring to…”
Victoria sits straight up out of a dead sleep, beads of sweat covering her body, and her mouth is dry. Giving twenty seconds to compose herself so she doesn’t fall on her face, she finds herself in the motel room bathroom looking into the mirror. The lights flicker, causing Victoria to look away for a brief moment. She screams when she turns back and sees a version of herself she had never seen before. The reflection was almost identical to her but had scarring across her brow and right eye, lips as black as blood in the pale moonlight, her glazs eyes flickering with red flames. Victoria touches the mirror expecting the reflection to do the same, but Bizzaro Victoria laughs and shakes her head.
“Oh ponytail, you have no clue what is happening, do you darlin?” her reflection says to her.
“No, I don’t know what’s going on. Wait, what am I doing talking to a reflection?” she asks herself. She shakes her head and leaves the bathroom.
She stops in front of the mirror above a small table you would see when coming into the room. It’s the other Vee, and she has Victoria locked in her grasp.
“Where are you going? We were just getting to know one another,” the reflection asks, with a snide-like grin.
“Who are you? What are you?!” She may as well have done a live Twitter stream in the volume level of her own question. The other one just stares and laughs at her.
“Who are you?! What are you?!” She laughed as she had her hands mockingly shaking for added effect. Victoria is starting to become frightened, and her other self needs her. “Ok, I have been living deep inside you since the day we were born, Victoria.”
“What does she want from me…”
“Sweetheart, I can hear your thoughts. It’s not what I want from you; it’s WHAT YOU want from ME!” She cackles as that snide grin gets a little bit bigger. “Alright, I am tired of the mirrors.” This other Vee is suddenly standing in front of her, and she walks right through Victoria and sits on the bed. Victoria doesn’t know what to think of all this.
“Sit down, Victoria. I am not here to hurt you; I am here to protect you. So please, come sit,” she says with a purr that could be seductive if used at an appropriate time and place. Victoria walks to the bed hesitantly and decides to sit on her palms and butt along the edge of the cabinet holding the Television.
“You are going to protect me? From what?” she asks this abomination in front of her. “I don’t even know your name?”
“My name? My name is Veronica, but you can call me… Vee,” she winks at Victoria, who feels a shiver run up her spine when she says ‘Vee’.
“Alright, Veronica…how are you, a hallucination or whatever gonna do that?” she asks her doppelgänger with a quizzical eyebrow raised. Victoria blinks, and Veronica is no longer on the bed but right beside her, startling the young Strader.
“Haven’t you been listening to Queenie, SuMa, and our daddy? I have always been with you, but it wasn’t until our adoptive parents died did you truly give me life, a purpose,” she says, running her index finger along her jawline. “Somehow, you forgot about me, and you suffered for well over a year with Maxine cheating on you with our grandfather, but lucky for us Diogenes found you.”
Victoria’s quizzical face turns to one of slight anger as her hand smashes down on the table she was sitting on. She starts to pace.
“How could you say that? That man is evil, and he tried to take me away from my family. What good possibly came of that?” she asks, tears forming in her eyes. Veronica is gone with a blink, and right in front of her with another. Her pale hands wipe the tears from her face.
“Because darlin’, it freed me. Haven’t you figured why you are handling being dumped on social media by that two-face gash as well as you have?” she asks Victoria. “It’s because I have taken all of that pain and turned it into fuel.”
“Don’t talk about her like that, I lo- -”
“Love her, yes I am aware. We share the same brain. Yet even with that, I have no idea what good you ever saw in that soulless Greek bitch.”
“She’s not evil. She has more issues than she lets or even realizes.”
“Even after dumping you on social media the same night you told her you loved her, and she kinda said it back, you are still defending her.”
“I’m not heartless, while I am sure she is riding some asshat on that cruise as we speak, doesn’t mean I can just forget that I fell in love,” the sadness could be heard dripping like a leaky faucet.
“You just need to let me take over, Vee. Let me handle this bullshit that has been thrown your way. You don’t deserve to be treated the way Atara treated you. She could quite possibly be the Anti-Christ, and you are free from her grasp. I will say this, at least I know even you aren’t stupid enough to crawl back into bed with her.”
“No, when I am no longer with someone, we are done. I won’t be sleeping with her ever again.”
The doppelgänger smiles widely, looking her straight in the eye.
“I will always be here to protect you, but you need to let me take the wheel, darlin’.”
Victoria sighs and lets herself think of the prospect of allowing Veronica to take control. Just when she realizes how ridiculous that is, she goes to tell her doppelgänger no, but she is nowhere in sight.
“Did I just imagine all of that?” she asks herself quietly.
“The mushrooms must still be in my system.”
Deep down, she knew that was a lie, she may not be a recreational drugs aficionado, but even she knows shrooms wouldn’t stay in one's system for that long. As she lay down in bed and closed her eyes, the family trait sits in the corner of the young woman’s mind, waiting and watching for her time to take over.
“Your body will be mine, Victoria, and when it is, not only will I protect you, but it’ll be my turn to have some fun.”
Knights Inn Motel
Tampa Bay, Florida
October 30th, 2021
It was only when the sun peeked through the window that Victoria realized that one: she didn’t close the blinds enough, and two: that was one weird dream she had.
“That was almost a nightmare.”
She pulls the blanket off of herself, rubs her eyes and swings her legs out over the side of the bed. She sits there for a moment, gathering her wits as she stands up. After about 15 minutes, Victoria has had a shower and is wearing a pair of pink yoga pants, an old black faded Cowgirls From Hell throwback t-shirt from the PWA days, a custom pair of Converse hightops in her favourite colour of pink. Her hair is still a bit wet, but she has it pulled back.
“Where are my Skullcandy earbuds?”
She finds them in her purse, pairs them to her phone, and puts on an 80’s playlist her Auntie Tamika put together. She hoped the run would clear her mind, but with every step forward, she was reminded about the heartbreak she had endured since 2018. She stops to catch her breath.
“What did I do to deserve all this?”
“Nothing at all, Victoria. Nothing at all.”
The young TPW star ignores the other voice as she finishes up her run. A little while later, just after noon, she had another shower. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a brand new black Thunder Pro Wrestling t-shirt that Terry Marshall had given to his roster when they signed their contracts. She is sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, looking through digital newspapers from Canada. She didn’t plan to record anything today, but a force from within had her set up her camera in front of the TV, so the shot catches the whole bed. She sets a countdown and sits back on the bed in the middle, legs crossed and her hands sitting atop her feet with her elbows resting on her kneecaps.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screen comes to life with a small promotion for TPW’s Friday Night Fury that fades in the image of a Raven flying through the sky and bursts into hundreds of them before we fade into the motel room of Victoria Strader-Knox, still sitting cross-legged. She gives a false smile that fools most, but those that truly know her can see she’s not alright.
“Hello, Thunder Pro Wrestling, it is I, your Queen, Lady Vee Strader-Knoxx,” the sound of growing confidence can be heard in her voice. “It’s an unreal possibility for me to continue carving out my own legacy. Especially within a brand new company!”
“I have such a huge opportunity here in Thunder Pro Wrestling, and the boss man, Mr. Terry Marshall, understands that. I am a combination of Strader and Knox. Scorpion and Raven. It’s time for me to show everyone that I am even more capable than what my genetic history suggests.”
“My first match in the promotions first event is the first main event for Friday Night Fury against an XWF star in the way of Drew Archyle. Drew, my man, my name is Victoria Strader-Knox, just in case you weren’t paying attention earlier. I was a part of OCW that many people are butt hurt over since the majority of us received walking papers. Hell, I won a shot at Betsy Granger’s Trans Atlantic Championship and will never see that title match, but you don’t see me running crying about this and crying about that,” the words that came out were harsh and rough. We weren’t seeing the same Victoria as before… She is different.
“Drew, I know a bit about you. I know you like to take the sky even though it sounds like you shouldn’t. Also, a founding member of what’s it called again?”
“Apex.”
“Apex! That’s it, right? That’s pretty cool. It’s always neat when you can establish something, right? Well, you see… that’s my exact plan. It started with being the first talent signed to a contract, being put in the first main event of the first Friday Night Fury to earn a guaranteed semi-final spot to become the inaugural International Champion of Thunder Pro Wrestling. It would also be my very first championship. So Drew, while I am sure you’ll come at me with trash talk, probably put down my family names (yes plural) and give us the Rodney Dangerfield treatment, but that will be your first (and hopefully last for your sake) mistake,” she says with the Strader sneer and cocky Knox wink.
“Will I win next Friday? Oh yeah. Will there be some surprises along the way? Abso-freakin-lutely. Is anyone gonna die? I don't know. Maybe. Either way, you are stepping into the Queen’s court, and it won’t end well for you.”
The Self Proclaimed Queen of the Strader clan gets up, and we catch one last look in her eyes, but it would be a long while before anyone notices our Vee isn’t Victoria anymore.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Tampa Bay, Florida
October 29th, 2021
“What is happening to me?”
“Shhh…don’t worry about that darlin’ and let Vee protect you.”
“But I am Vee. Vee is for Victoria.”
“For all the simps out there, maybe. But you know who I am referring to…”
Victoria sits straight up out of a dead sleep, beads of sweat covering her body, and her mouth is dry. Giving twenty seconds to compose herself so she doesn’t fall on her face, she finds herself in the motel room bathroom looking into the mirror. The lights flicker, causing Victoria to look away for a brief moment. She screams when she turns back and sees a version of herself she had never seen before. The reflection was almost identical to her but had scarring across her brow and right eye, lips as black as blood in the pale moonlight, her glazs eyes flickering with red flames. Victoria touches the mirror expecting the reflection to do the same, but Bizzaro Victoria laughs and shakes her head.
“Oh ponytail, you have no clue what is happening, do you darlin?” her reflection says to her.
“No, I don’t know what’s going on. Wait, what am I doing talking to a reflection?” she asks herself. She shakes her head and leaves the bathroom.
She stops in front of the mirror above a small table you would see when coming into the room. It’s the other Vee, and she has Victoria locked in her grasp.
“Where are you going? We were just getting to know one another,” the reflection asks, with a snide-like grin.
“Who are you? What are you?!” She may as well have done a live Twitter stream in the volume level of her own question. The other one just stares and laughs at her.
“Who are you?! What are you?!” She laughed as she had her hands mockingly shaking for added effect. Victoria is starting to become frightened, and her other self needs her. “Ok, I have been living deep inside you since the day we were born, Victoria.”
“What does she want from me…”
“Sweetheart, I can hear your thoughts. It’s not what I want from you; it’s WHAT YOU want from ME!” She cackles as that snide grin gets a little bit bigger. “Alright, I am tired of the mirrors.” This other Vee is suddenly standing in front of her, and she walks right through Victoria and sits on the bed. Victoria doesn’t know what to think of all this.
“Sit down, Victoria. I am not here to hurt you; I am here to protect you. So please, come sit,” she says with a purr that could be seductive if used at an appropriate time and place. Victoria walks to the bed hesitantly and decides to sit on her palms and butt along the edge of the cabinet holding the Television.
“You are going to protect me? From what?” she asks this abomination in front of her. “I don’t even know your name?”
“My name? My name is Veronica, but you can call me… Vee,” she winks at Victoria, who feels a shiver run up her spine when she says ‘Vee’.
“Alright, Veronica…how are you, a hallucination or whatever gonna do that?” she asks her doppelgänger with a quizzical eyebrow raised. Victoria blinks, and Veronica is no longer on the bed but right beside her, startling the young Strader.
“Haven’t you been listening to Queenie, SuMa, and our daddy? I have always been with you, but it wasn’t until our adoptive parents died did you truly give me life, a purpose,” she says, running her index finger along her jawline. “Somehow, you forgot about me, and you suffered for well over a year with Maxine cheating on you with our grandfather, but lucky for us Diogenes found you.”
Victoria’s quizzical face turns to one of slight anger as her hand smashes down on the table she was sitting on. She starts to pace.
“How could you say that? That man is evil, and he tried to take me away from my family. What good possibly came of that?” she asks, tears forming in her eyes. Veronica is gone with a blink, and right in front of her with another. Her pale hands wipe the tears from her face.
“Because darlin’, it freed me. Haven’t you figured why you are handling being dumped on social media by that two-face gash as well as you have?” she asks Victoria. “It’s because I have taken all of that pain and turned it into fuel.”
“Don’t talk about her like that, I lo- -”
“Love her, yes I am aware. We share the same brain. Yet even with that, I have no idea what good you ever saw in that soulless Greek bitch.”
“She’s not evil. She has more issues than she lets or even realizes.”
“Even after dumping you on social media the same night you told her you loved her, and she kinda said it back, you are still defending her.”
“I’m not heartless, while I am sure she is riding some asshat on that cruise as we speak, doesn’t mean I can just forget that I fell in love,” the sadness could be heard dripping like a leaky faucet.
“You just need to let me take over, Vee. Let me handle this bullshit that has been thrown your way. You don’t deserve to be treated the way Atara treated you. She could quite possibly be the Anti-Christ, and you are free from her grasp. I will say this, at least I know even you aren’t stupid enough to crawl back into bed with her.”
“No, when I am no longer with someone, we are done. I won’t be sleeping with her ever again.”
The doppelgänger smiles widely, looking her straight in the eye.
“I will always be here to protect you, but you need to let me take the wheel, darlin’.”
Victoria sighs and lets herself think of the prospect of allowing Veronica to take control. Just when she realizes how ridiculous that is, she goes to tell her doppelgänger no, but she is nowhere in sight.
“Did I just imagine all of that?” she asks herself quietly.
“The mushrooms must still be in my system.”
Deep down, she knew that was a lie, she may not be a recreational drugs aficionado, but even she knows shrooms wouldn’t stay in one's system for that long. As she lay down in bed and closed her eyes, the family trait sits in the corner of the young woman’s mind, waiting and watching for her time to take over.
“Your body will be mine, Victoria, and when it is, not only will I protect you, but it’ll be my turn to have some fun.”
Knights Inn Motel
Tampa Bay, Florida
October 30th, 2021
It was only when the sun peeked through the window that Victoria realized that one: she didn’t close the blinds enough, and two: that was one weird dream she had.
“That was almost a nightmare.”
She pulls the blanket off of herself, rubs her eyes and swings her legs out over the side of the bed. She sits there for a moment, gathering her wits as she stands up. After about 15 minutes, Victoria has had a shower and is wearing a pair of pink yoga pants, an old black faded Cowgirls From Hell throwback t-shirt from the PWA days, a custom pair of Converse hightops in her favourite colour of pink. Her hair is still a bit wet, but she has it pulled back.
“Where are my Skullcandy earbuds?”
She finds them in her purse, pairs them to her phone, and puts on an 80’s playlist her Auntie Tamika put together. She hoped the run would clear her mind, but with every step forward, she was reminded about the heartbreak she had endured since 2018. She stops to catch her breath.
“What did I do to deserve all this?”
“Nothing at all, Victoria. Nothing at all.”
The young TPW star ignores the other voice as she finishes up her run. A little while later, just after noon, she had another shower. She was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a brand new black Thunder Pro Wrestling t-shirt that Terry Marshall had given to his roster when they signed their contracts. She is sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, looking through digital newspapers from Canada. She didn’t plan to record anything today, but a force from within had her set up her camera in front of the TV, so the shot catches the whole bed. She sets a countdown and sits back on the bed in the middle, legs crossed and her hands sitting atop her feet with her elbows resting on her kneecaps.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screen comes to life with a small promotion for TPW’s Friday Night Fury that fades in the image of a Raven flying through the sky and bursts into hundreds of them before we fade into the motel room of Victoria Strader-Knox, still sitting cross-legged. She gives a false smile that fools most, but those that truly know her can see she’s not alright.
“Hello, Thunder Pro Wrestling, it is I, your Queen, Lady Vee Strader-Knoxx,” the sound of growing confidence can be heard in her voice. “It’s an unreal possibility for me to continue carving out my own legacy. Especially within a brand new company!”
“I have such a huge opportunity here in Thunder Pro Wrestling, and the boss man, Mr. Terry Marshall, understands that. I am a combination of Strader and Knox. Scorpion and Raven. It’s time for me to show everyone that I am even more capable than what my genetic history suggests.”
“My first match in the promotions first event is the first main event for Friday Night Fury against an XWF star in the way of Drew Archyle. Drew, my man, my name is Victoria Strader-Knox, just in case you weren’t paying attention earlier. I was a part of OCW that many people are butt hurt over since the majority of us received walking papers. Hell, I won a shot at Betsy Granger’s Trans Atlantic Championship and will never see that title match, but you don’t see me running crying about this and crying about that,” the words that came out were harsh and rough. We weren’t seeing the same Victoria as before… She is different.
“Drew, I know a bit about you. I know you like to take the sky even though it sounds like you shouldn’t. Also, a founding member of what’s it called again?”
“Apex.”
“Apex! That’s it, right? That’s pretty cool. It’s always neat when you can establish something, right? Well, you see… that’s my exact plan. It started with being the first talent signed to a contract, being put in the first main event of the first Friday Night Fury to earn a guaranteed semi-final spot to become the inaugural International Champion of Thunder Pro Wrestling. It would also be my very first championship. So Drew, while I am sure you’ll come at me with trash talk, probably put down my family names (yes plural) and give us the Rodney Dangerfield treatment, but that will be your first (and hopefully last for your sake) mistake,” she says with the Strader sneer and cocky Knox wink.
“Will I win next Friday? Oh yeah. Will there be some surprises along the way? Abso-freakin-lutely. Is anyone gonna die? I don't know. Maybe. Either way, you are stepping into the Queen’s court, and it won’t end well for you.”
The Self Proclaimed Queen of the Strader clan gets up, and we catch one last look in her eyes, but it would be a long while before anyone notices our Vee isn’t Victoria anymore.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
