Post by Admin on Nov 1, 2021 3:45:42 GMT
Brothers of Mayhem MC Clubhouse
Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada
October 30th, 2021
Cara Strader found herself back north in her home country this past week after seeing her sister, and she was more than just a little concerned. Victoria showed a side of herself that no one had seen before, and people like her dad, cousin, and aunt could see what was happening, but they didn’t realize it was already too late. Cara could feel the eyes of MC members upon her, but that didn’t bother her; she liked being looked at. It doesn’t mean she enjoys being rudely cat-called, though, and anyone that has done such a thing, she’s left a little light on teeth. As she looked around the pub-style clubhouse, she noticed that the Brothers weren’t a typical white man, only MC. There was a black man, a few natives, a Japanese man, and a couple of white guys. Cara signals to the bartender, a buxom redhead named Peggy, who looked like she was dancing on the tip of her toes.
“Whatcha need, baby?”
“Vodka cran, thanks. Make it a double?” she asks while she spins her glass in its spot. Peggy nods with a wink.
“Sure thing, baby.”
After a few moments of Cara sipping on her vodka and cranberry, she feels a familiar grip on her right shoulder. She turns to her left to see the icy blues of Uncle John. He smiles widely and pulls her into a hug.
“How ya doing, kid?” he asks his niece while sitting down at the bar. He doesn’t need to say anything for not only the bottle Labatt 50 that is put in front of him, but he also knows the kid isn’t alright. “Scratch that; what’s got you down, kid?”
She takes a healthy size drink as he does the same.
“It’s Victoria, Uncz,” she says quietly, but he can hear in her tone that it must be pretty upsetting, especially to come all the way to Winnipeg.
“What about her? Didn’t her and Themis break up?” he ponders out loud, following up with a swig of his beer. “She’s young, and there will be others. She just needs time.”
“Normally, I would agree with you, but it’s more than that. I have known her longer than you, mom, everyone. I can see it in her eyes,” her words were filled with fear and worry.
“Ok, slow down and start from the beginning,” he says, placing his right hand on her left shoulder.
After there is nothing left to tell, John signals to Peggy for another round, he pats Cara’s shoulder and gently shakes his head.
“I noticed last year when she came to live with me that she was hiding something deep inside herself, but I doubt she even realized it was there. You said your opponent at Tri-Force is Queenie J? She seems to understand exactly what your sister is going through; maybe she can help,” he proposed as their new drinks arrived.
“I don’t know; you are probably right, but I am also afraid she could encourage Victoria, and she’ll sink deeper into the black hole. She’s telling everyone she is ok, saying things on Twitter she would never say… it’s like it’s not even Victoria.”
“I haven’t been paying close enough attention, and I will get to West Virginia and talk to her, ok?” He takes a sip of his beer and stands up, motioning to the pool tables. “Come on, kiddo, play some pool. I’ll toss you a pound of weed if you win.”
Cara’s eyes perked up as she rubbed her chin in thought.
“You are going down, Uncz,” she says with a smile, one that hadn’t been since Atara dumped her sister.
Home of Cara Strader
Redwood City, California USA
October 31st, 2021
Cara had arrived earlier in the day after visiting her ‘Uncz’, John Strader, and she was a little more at ease. She had hoped to see Victoria, but she knew she was in Jamaica awaiting her chartered boat. Cara had considered being a part of the Tara Fenix Charity Cruise, but as it would turn out, it was best she didn’t because the sight of a few people might get her charged with assault and battery. Upstairs in her room, she was packing her travel bag, and wrestling gear for the Triforce Heroes supershow Level Up was putting on November 2nd in Los Angeles. Mamabear (as Cara called her) said Cara and Jake could use the Strader Beach House along Venice Beach. Like Victoria, Cara didn’t grow up in need of anything as her adoptive parents, Doug and Eve Townsend, both had good jobs and did teach the youngest Strader to respect money and a hard day's work.
That’s why Cara appreciated the industry; she didn’t consider it work, and yet she was paid fairly. Her first contract was all based on her mamabear and auntie teebag reputation and clout, and she received her mamabear’s salary for each time she filled in for her. However, Level Up was different. She made nearly five figures a match, and that wasn’t bad for a rookie.
Cara with the strap of her gear bag over her head so it hangs off her like a backpack, and she slides down the firepole. This firepole was loved by anyone who came to spend the night and was a fun talking point for anyone who spent time in the old repurposed firehouse. Cara walks outside and locates the key-fob to her 2020 all-black Camaro 6.2L supercharged V8 with a four-speed manual transmission. She places her bag in the trunk.
After locking up, Cara was already on the US 101-South on her way to Los Angeles. She has a High Definition dashcam and turns it to face her.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
The radio plays classic rock quietly as Cara gives us one of her infectious smiles as “Hey Joe” by Hendrix plays in the background. She is stunning as usually her biker style leather jacket (similar to Arnold in T2), a small (on purpose) white Level Up t-shirt and a pair of black jeans not in view.
“Hey, babes! It’s been a few minutes, hasn’t it? As most of you all know, my family and I were a little preoccupied and, of course, all the craziness that happened afterwards, well, I needed to hide, gather my thoughts, get my head on straight and try to help my sister. Still, I just don’t know if I can or if anyone else ever can.”
“Imagine being kidnapped by your crazy uncle you didn’t know you had, and then after escaping the company, you worked your ass off to become a talent there, earning a shot at a champion you have nothing but respect for and get your walking papers all in one fell swoop.”
“Luckily for me, that hasn’t happened yet,” she says, knocking on her skull with her fist. “Knock on wood. No, I have my own path to carve out! I am not like most; there isn’t one specific championship I want to win. I just want to win one. I guess Queenie, that’s where I segue into our match-up at TriForce Heroes.”
“From the little I know of, I know you want to win. Be a champion. Be a legend in your own rite. It’s hard when you have Supreme Machine and Papi Daddy Knox’s keeping you from being sunburnt because you know none of them to care if you make it or not. Hell, even my fellow rookie sister has cast a big enough shadow to cover a good number of us. The difference between you and me is that I don’t hold resentment towards any of the previously mentioned. See us Straders, we have never tried to hold one another down, and we have always made a point of propping each other up.”
“I wish I could say I understand what you are going through lately, but that would be a bold-faced lie, hahaha. But I know what it’s like to win a title and lose it very quickly. I mean, mine is a bit different. I had no intention of winning the Futures title in Revolution1 Wrestling, but it was an over the top-battle-royale, and I won via elimination; but I was eliminated ten minutes later,,, but I still finished top 10. But you? You win it and drop it the first defence. That’s gotta be friggin’ rough, babe.”
She smiles into the camera and takes a few seconds to pass a large semi that was hauling baby cows and Cara could see them looking at her.
“I hate to break it to you… wait, that’s not true, I actually don’t really care, but you aren’t going to start righting the ship against me. I have two wins under my belt, and after TriForce Heroes, I will continue my winning ways. There is no other rookie in this game today that even comes close to what I have been doing. I’ve one all four singles matches. I have won 5 trio matches and also both tag matches. I placed in the top ten of a 30 person over-the-top battle royal, winning the Futures title briefly.”
“On November 2nd at the Globe Theater in Los Angeles, I am going to enter our match, pay tribute to my mamabear and take my one two three,” she says with the Strader Sneer.
“You will be the stiffest challenge of my short career so far. While I have the utmost faith and belief in myself, there’s always some percentage of the odds that you win, and if you do, I will shake your hand and grow from the experience. Our bi-weekly shows being called EXP is more than just a clever name for a video game-inspired promotion; it’s a mantra that we all should have. Even in winning, I try to find the lesson. Learning the tells of opponents before they can act or react. I am a sponge for this sport, and I will never stop trying to improve my skill set.”
Cara gives the camera one last smile as it transitions into the family sneer.
“A strong woman looks a challenge dead in the eye and gives it a wink,” she says cooly, giving the camera and Queenie J a wink.
“Just remember, babe, God forgives.”
Cara blows us a kiss.
“I don’t.”
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
