Post by Admin on Nov 19, 2021 10:16:49 GMT
Starbucks
Redwood City, California
November 11th, 2021
Cara had been worried about Victoria for a few months, ever since she started dating The Greek, in all honesty. Cara was and always would be against her, but more importantly, she loved Victoria and was always going to do whatever she could to help her, love her and support her. She was as loyal as they came, and that fact was lost on Victoria either. Cara knew that Victoria was embarrassed that she didn’t listen to Cara and ran when she should have. Still, she was happy Victoria had seemed to come to terms with that. Still, it wasn’t lost on her that maybe something was happening to her heteropaternal twin, for instance like what happened to people like Queenie J and Supreme Machine, and Vee’s own father, Matthew Knox. She knows that crazy gene runs on Knox’s mom’s side, but anyone with two eyes can see they all deal with it similarly but differently at the same time. Cara really liked her friend Taya Ramona Maria Fernandez Hernandez and knew that Victoria would like her a lot. Taya definitely had a taste for fashion in a one-piece black dress, and her jet black hair was straight and flowed over her shoulders that were covered by the sleeves on said dress. Cara is in her favourite pair of blue Levi-Strauss denim, black knee boots, big platinum hoops hanging from her earlobes, her dark brunette hair fell over the leather of her leather jacket and a white blouse underneath. They sat drinking their expensive ‘ventis’ as Cara casually tapped the screen of her cell to light it up to see if she missed a call or text from Vee. Taya notices and crinkles her nose before asking Cara her question.
“Oh, waiting for another Señorita, are you?” she asks in a light Spanish accent, like she had been living in an English setting long enough her accent was almost gone, yet not quite cause she still spent a fair amount of time in Columbia with her parents.
“Actually, yes I am, but you know I only have eyes for my Jake and whoever he has agreed to,” Cara says with a wink. She loved that Taya didn’t shame her as others have for the relationship she has with Jake. “My sister is coming, or she is supposed to be…”
“Oh, Victoria, right?” she asks casually but possibly a touch too casual. This makes Cara grin ear to ear.
“Yes, Victoria. Why? Think she’s cute?” Cara leans in with a shit-eating grin. “How cute is she?”
“Stawp!” Taya replies with a major blush and a nervous chuckle. She points behind Cara. “I think she is here…”. Cara turns, and her eyes go wide as Victoria walks towards them with her hair down and lightly curled, not in her usual studious-looking ponytail she had been known for in the past. Her whole vibe was with a leather jacket, ripped in the knee jeans, and a pair of fingerless black cloth gloves. Her glasz coloured eyes she shares with her father, a couple of siblings and maybe another on the way, have a different light to them, something Cara hasn’t seen in a long while, but it wasn’t dominating, so she waves it off. She stands up and hugs Victoria, who does hug her back, signalling it was Victoria and not Veronica, but Cara is gonna keep an eye on her.
“Vee, here’s my friend I was telling you about; Taya, this is my sister Victoria,” Cara says with a smile. Victoria looks over, and she is taken back by Cara’s friend.
“Hey there, Taya, nice to meet you,” Vee says with a genuine smile that tells Cara that Veronica is in the passenger seat.
“How was your flight from Florida, Vee?” Cara asks her sister as the three women all sit down. “Get a cranky, crying kid in your cabin again?” Victoria laughs a little at the questions; the past few flights Vee had been, she did luck out and always had some type of stereotypical just her luck stuff to deal with.
“Yeah, I miss having the family jet to get places, but my friend got me onto First Class seats,” she says, grabbing the Venti-Vanilla Latte that Cara correctly guessed she would want. “Mmm, been craving one of these.”
“So, who’s this friend?” Cara asks, giving her a quizzical look. Vee doesn’t provide anything as she takes a sip of her latte.
“Oh, just someone I met a while back. You might meet him someday. Anyway, what are you two ladies up to besides coffee?”
“Just some shopping, then we were going to head to Cara’s and make some authentic Tamales and Enchiladas,” Taya responds with a smile, and Victoria can’t help but notice her big milk chocolate-coloured eyes. “You are gonna join us, yes?”
Victoria nods which brings a smile to Taya’s face. Cara leaned back with her own smile, knowing she may have just set the two up.
“I saw that Thunder Pro Wrestling is having a tournament to name the Duos Champions. What is it all about?” Cara asks.
“Oh, well, teams don’t have to be employed by TPW to enter, but it will crown two competitors to the Duos straps, the Sports Entertainment Xpress Cup, S.E.X. Cup for short, and a half million dollars,” Victoria says, leaning back in her seat. “But you know I am not interested in tag team wrestling unless I have to.”
Cara lets a single ‘ha’ while nodding in agreement.
“You don’t like tag team wrestling either, Cara?” Taya asks, looking back and forth between the sisters.
“No, I started out to fill in for our mamabear in Uprising and Revo1 until they retired, and I signed with Level Up to focus on a singles career. I have no interest in it either,” Cara says with her brow raised, taking a sip of the overpriced drink.
“But I thought you two were going to form a team called Resist & Disorder?” Taya is obviously a big wrestling fan. She watches the sisters make eye contact before Victoria answers.
“We had talked about it and considered it, but we- - -”
“But we decided to wait until way later in the new year, if we even do it all,” Cara says for her and Vee.
“Ahh, ok, well, if it means anything at all, I would totally cheer you two on,” Taya says to the twin in response to their answer.
“Enough about us and wrestling... I would like to hear more about you, Taya,” Victoria asks. Cara just leans back and enjoys being right as she watches them.
Strader-Estate-Compound
Houston, Texas USA
November 17th, 2021
Cara had found herself back home at the Strader Family compound in hopes she might find her twin sister, Victoria, but she wasn’t here. She hadn’t seen her Thursday the 11th of November when she introduced her Latina friend, Taya-Ramona. Their great-grandmother hadn’t seen or heard from Victoria in a month, which is odd, a Victoria and Hannah Strader had become extremely close. She was also close with Cara, but there was a special bond there, but if Great-Gran Hannah didn’t know, she would have to find her another way. Maybe showing up to a TPW or PWV event could be her best bet at this point.
While Cara was here, she figured she would see her mother, Meghan Strader, but it turned out she was back in North Carolina with her husband Dustin Kelser and their twin children. Cara found herself wandering the estate until she came along the training centre her grandfather had built for her mom and aunt and would end up being the place where Scott Nash Strader started the affair with Victoria’s ex-girlfriend. Cara closes the door behind her as she scans the interior. Straight ahead by the weights, there used to be glass but not anymore. Something about an intruder attacking her sister, but Cara wasn’t buying that story. She knew about Veronica from when they were kids and best friends, and everything, at least in Cara’s mind, was showing that alter ego was back and trying to resume control.
Cara, however, had her own career to worry about. The start of her career was historical for the Strader family. Her great Uncle Payton, tHE dREAM rEAPER, once talked another wrestler into giving him the World Title of High Impact Competition (her grandfather was also the longest-reigning Trash’n’nThrash in the same company) never had the kind of start she had. However, Tri-Force Heroes handed her the first true loss of her career. Some may argue passing out instead of tapping shows her fortitude, but to her, a loss is a loss no matter how it’s handed out. Cara pulls out her new iPhone 13 Pro from her black jeans back pocket and starts to film her promo.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
“What’s up, my Level Uppers? It’s your favourite (and sexiest) Strader, Cara, and I am back at the family home just outside Houston, Texas. Now I know a few of you were wondering where I was for EXP 16… well, truth be told, my ego was bruised, and I wasn’t ready to face the fans or even the locker room,” she says, as she appears to be walking around the facility, catching a shot of a wrestling ring, free weights and gym equipment.
“My sister’s cousin, Queenie J, got the job done. Out of everyone on the roster, there is zero shame in losing to her. She’s bat shit crazy; just ask my forehead,” she says, moving her naturally curly dark auburn hair from her forehead to show Queenie’s tooth impressions. “But she’s as talented as she is crazy. So I say this to you, Q.J.: congratulations on the win, you earned it, but just remember I never tapped, nor did I get pinned. I passed out. A win is a win, though, and the same can be said about losing.”
We can tell she is climbing the steps, and we see the top rope pass our screens behind her head as she steps through.
“So earlier this week, the biggest nose in Level Up decided he should be a pompous ass. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are many people who are pompous in this industry. In a sense, you have to be a bit of a pompous ass to get noticed in this business. But Larry, you need to learn this lesson: it’s ok to be pompous, but if what you are saying doesn’t make any sense, you don’t come across as anything but an idiot. Forest Gump has a higher IQ than you do.”
Cara takes her phone and wedges it on the top turnbuckle and ring post. She takes a few steps back, revealing a black Larry Tact t-shirt (she said she was ordering one), black jeans, a pair of Air Jordan’s and her wrists and fingers glitter with sterling silver, 14karat gold, and platinum jewellery.
“So back to what I was saying about needing my ego to heal, I got an email from our A.I. boss asking if I was ready to be booked, and I replied yes. What I wasn’t expecting was to put in a SMASH match battle royal with no ropes or turnbuckles and the use of weapons allowed with the winner receiving a Multiplayer title shot with a partner of the winners choosing.”
She shakes her head and runs her right hand through her curly locks.
“Chelsea Skye, Diamond Steele, Amber Payne, Valentine, Victoria Salinas, Kat Jones, Don Tirri, Drake Wilcox, ISAAC, James Wilcox, PEEZEE and myself. Chelsea and I go back to Revolution1 Wrestling, where I took the Futures title from her. Amber, I approached asking if she wanted a match and gave me some bullshit excuse that I can’t be bothered to remember. Kat Jones recently lost her shit on my sister because, God forbid that Vee has an opinion that she doesn’t like. Don Tirri, the father of my buddy’s friend Donny, hasn’t said much in my direction, but in fairness, I haven’t either, but that has to do with the fact he likes to slut-shame even his best drinking buddies, and I have ZERO use for a man like him. Diamond, Victoria, Drake, James, ISSAC and PEEZEE I don’t really know much about any of them other than what they have in their Player Select pages.”
“Now, obviously most people would be pretty excited to earn a championship opportunity. No disrespect to my homeslice, Bert and his talented wrestler fiance Ahyma, but there isn’t one person I see on this roster or even outside it that I would want as a partner. If there were anyone, it would be my sister Victoria Strader. If she wanted to tag-team wrestle, it would be under a different banner. The SEX Cup that will crown the TPW Duo’s Championship with a cool half-million on top of it doesn’t intrigue Victoria or me, so why would a pair of gloves that are the tag team championships do that?”
She shakes her head and pulls out a large 3.5-gram spliff she rolled from a cigar she took from her deceased grandfather’s stash that her Aunt Tamika didn’t have the heart to get rid of when she was cleaning out her dad’s. She takes a long drag and exhales through her nostrils.
“Ahh, that’s exactly what I needed. Where was I? Oh, right. So listen up Level Uppers, Level Up management and any other promotor out there: I am not a tag team wrestler. I know that my family has been typecasted into tag team wrestling. My grandpa Scott Nash Strader held a dozen different promotion tag team titles, but his fame was built on singles competition. My mamabear and Auntie Teebag were household names in the tag team divisions. Myself and Vee? We both want to build our own names, carve out a legacy outside of being under the pressure that comes with our last names (and she has two of them), ya know?”
Cara takes a haul, walks towards her phone, which she grabs and proceeds to jump up to slide her butt onto the top turnbuckle to sit down. Bringing the phone back up to her bloodshot eyes and the big smile she was always sporting.
“Listen, it’s no disrespect to Level Up or my sister’s promotions in Thunder Pro Wrestling and Pro Wrestling Valor, but neither Vee nor I want an opportunity at any companies Tag Team titles. Which means I got quite the choice to make, don’t I?” she asks in a casual tone, tilting her head to the left. “Do I show up EXP 17 and win this thing? I don’t really even know the rules of SMASH Battle Royal! Because that was the main reason for splitting up with mamabear and Auntie Teebag, it was to get away from it. Or do I pull a total twat move and not show up at all?”
She moves her brow up in thought before giving her curly-haired head a shake and a big haul of her splif.
“Seems I have thirteen days to make my choice. Until then, just remember this one simple fact: I’m the cool twin,” she says with her dopey-stoned grin as our screens fade into the Level Up logo.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Redwood City, California
November 11th, 2021
Cara had been worried about Victoria for a few months, ever since she started dating The Greek, in all honesty. Cara was and always would be against her, but more importantly, she loved Victoria and was always going to do whatever she could to help her, love her and support her. She was as loyal as they came, and that fact was lost on Victoria either. Cara knew that Victoria was embarrassed that she didn’t listen to Cara and ran when she should have. Still, she was happy Victoria had seemed to come to terms with that. Still, it wasn’t lost on her that maybe something was happening to her heteropaternal twin, for instance like what happened to people like Queenie J and Supreme Machine, and Vee’s own father, Matthew Knox. She knows that crazy gene runs on Knox’s mom’s side, but anyone with two eyes can see they all deal with it similarly but differently at the same time. Cara really liked her friend Taya Ramona Maria Fernandez Hernandez and knew that Victoria would like her a lot. Taya definitely had a taste for fashion in a one-piece black dress, and her jet black hair was straight and flowed over her shoulders that were covered by the sleeves on said dress. Cara is in her favourite pair of blue Levi-Strauss denim, black knee boots, big platinum hoops hanging from her earlobes, her dark brunette hair fell over the leather of her leather jacket and a white blouse underneath. They sat drinking their expensive ‘ventis’ as Cara casually tapped the screen of her cell to light it up to see if she missed a call or text from Vee. Taya notices and crinkles her nose before asking Cara her question.
“Oh, waiting for another Señorita, are you?” she asks in a light Spanish accent, like she had been living in an English setting long enough her accent was almost gone, yet not quite cause she still spent a fair amount of time in Columbia with her parents.
“Actually, yes I am, but you know I only have eyes for my Jake and whoever he has agreed to,” Cara says with a wink. She loved that Taya didn’t shame her as others have for the relationship she has with Jake. “My sister is coming, or she is supposed to be…”
“Oh, Victoria, right?” she asks casually but possibly a touch too casual. This makes Cara grin ear to ear.
“Yes, Victoria. Why? Think she’s cute?” Cara leans in with a shit-eating grin. “How cute is she?”
“Stawp!” Taya replies with a major blush and a nervous chuckle. She points behind Cara. “I think she is here…”. Cara turns, and her eyes go wide as Victoria walks towards them with her hair down and lightly curled, not in her usual studious-looking ponytail she had been known for in the past. Her whole vibe was with a leather jacket, ripped in the knee jeans, and a pair of fingerless black cloth gloves. Her glasz coloured eyes she shares with her father, a couple of siblings and maybe another on the way, have a different light to them, something Cara hasn’t seen in a long while, but it wasn’t dominating, so she waves it off. She stands up and hugs Victoria, who does hug her back, signalling it was Victoria and not Veronica, but Cara is gonna keep an eye on her.
“Vee, here’s my friend I was telling you about; Taya, this is my sister Victoria,” Cara says with a smile. Victoria looks over, and she is taken back by Cara’s friend.
“Hey there, Taya, nice to meet you,” Vee says with a genuine smile that tells Cara that Veronica is in the passenger seat.
“How was your flight from Florida, Vee?” Cara asks her sister as the three women all sit down. “Get a cranky, crying kid in your cabin again?” Victoria laughs a little at the questions; the past few flights Vee had been, she did luck out and always had some type of stereotypical just her luck stuff to deal with.
“Yeah, I miss having the family jet to get places, but my friend got me onto First Class seats,” she says, grabbing the Venti-Vanilla Latte that Cara correctly guessed she would want. “Mmm, been craving one of these.”
“So, who’s this friend?” Cara asks, giving her a quizzical look. Vee doesn’t provide anything as she takes a sip of her latte.
“Oh, just someone I met a while back. You might meet him someday. Anyway, what are you two ladies up to besides coffee?”
“Just some shopping, then we were going to head to Cara’s and make some authentic Tamales and Enchiladas,” Taya responds with a smile, and Victoria can’t help but notice her big milk chocolate-coloured eyes. “You are gonna join us, yes?”
Victoria nods which brings a smile to Taya’s face. Cara leaned back with her own smile, knowing she may have just set the two up.
“I saw that Thunder Pro Wrestling is having a tournament to name the Duos Champions. What is it all about?” Cara asks.
“Oh, well, teams don’t have to be employed by TPW to enter, but it will crown two competitors to the Duos straps, the Sports Entertainment Xpress Cup, S.E.X. Cup for short, and a half million dollars,” Victoria says, leaning back in her seat. “But you know I am not interested in tag team wrestling unless I have to.”
Cara lets a single ‘ha’ while nodding in agreement.
“You don’t like tag team wrestling either, Cara?” Taya asks, looking back and forth between the sisters.
“No, I started out to fill in for our mamabear in Uprising and Revo1 until they retired, and I signed with Level Up to focus on a singles career. I have no interest in it either,” Cara says with her brow raised, taking a sip of the overpriced drink.
“But I thought you two were going to form a team called Resist & Disorder?” Taya is obviously a big wrestling fan. She watches the sisters make eye contact before Victoria answers.
“We had talked about it and considered it, but we- - -”
“But we decided to wait until way later in the new year, if we even do it all,” Cara says for her and Vee.
“Ahh, ok, well, if it means anything at all, I would totally cheer you two on,” Taya says to the twin in response to their answer.
“Enough about us and wrestling... I would like to hear more about you, Taya,” Victoria asks. Cara just leans back and enjoys being right as she watches them.
Strader-Estate-Compound
Houston, Texas USA
November 17th, 2021
Cara had found herself back home at the Strader Family compound in hopes she might find her twin sister, Victoria, but she wasn’t here. She hadn’t seen her Thursday the 11th of November when she introduced her Latina friend, Taya-Ramona. Their great-grandmother hadn’t seen or heard from Victoria in a month, which is odd, a Victoria and Hannah Strader had become extremely close. She was also close with Cara, but there was a special bond there, but if Great-Gran Hannah didn’t know, she would have to find her another way. Maybe showing up to a TPW or PWV event could be her best bet at this point.
While Cara was here, she figured she would see her mother, Meghan Strader, but it turned out she was back in North Carolina with her husband Dustin Kelser and their twin children. Cara found herself wandering the estate until she came along the training centre her grandfather had built for her mom and aunt and would end up being the place where Scott Nash Strader started the affair with Victoria’s ex-girlfriend. Cara closes the door behind her as she scans the interior. Straight ahead by the weights, there used to be glass but not anymore. Something about an intruder attacking her sister, but Cara wasn’t buying that story. She knew about Veronica from when they were kids and best friends, and everything, at least in Cara’s mind, was showing that alter ego was back and trying to resume control.
Cara, however, had her own career to worry about. The start of her career was historical for the Strader family. Her great Uncle Payton, tHE dREAM rEAPER, once talked another wrestler into giving him the World Title of High Impact Competition (her grandfather was also the longest-reigning Trash’n’nThrash in the same company) never had the kind of start she had. However, Tri-Force Heroes handed her the first true loss of her career. Some may argue passing out instead of tapping shows her fortitude, but to her, a loss is a loss no matter how it’s handed out. Cara pulls out her new iPhone 13 Pro from her black jeans back pocket and starts to film her promo.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
“What’s up, my Level Uppers? It’s your favourite (and sexiest) Strader, Cara, and I am back at the family home just outside Houston, Texas. Now I know a few of you were wondering where I was for EXP 16… well, truth be told, my ego was bruised, and I wasn’t ready to face the fans or even the locker room,” she says, as she appears to be walking around the facility, catching a shot of a wrestling ring, free weights and gym equipment.
“My sister’s cousin, Queenie J, got the job done. Out of everyone on the roster, there is zero shame in losing to her. She’s bat shit crazy; just ask my forehead,” she says, moving her naturally curly dark auburn hair from her forehead to show Queenie’s tooth impressions. “But she’s as talented as she is crazy. So I say this to you, Q.J.: congratulations on the win, you earned it, but just remember I never tapped, nor did I get pinned. I passed out. A win is a win, though, and the same can be said about losing.”
We can tell she is climbing the steps, and we see the top rope pass our screens behind her head as she steps through.
“So earlier this week, the biggest nose in Level Up decided he should be a pompous ass. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are many people who are pompous in this industry. In a sense, you have to be a bit of a pompous ass to get noticed in this business. But Larry, you need to learn this lesson: it’s ok to be pompous, but if what you are saying doesn’t make any sense, you don’t come across as anything but an idiot. Forest Gump has a higher IQ than you do.”
Cara takes her phone and wedges it on the top turnbuckle and ring post. She takes a few steps back, revealing a black Larry Tact t-shirt (she said she was ordering one), black jeans, a pair of Air Jordan’s and her wrists and fingers glitter with sterling silver, 14karat gold, and platinum jewellery.
“So back to what I was saying about needing my ego to heal, I got an email from our A.I. boss asking if I was ready to be booked, and I replied yes. What I wasn’t expecting was to put in a SMASH match battle royal with no ropes or turnbuckles and the use of weapons allowed with the winner receiving a Multiplayer title shot with a partner of the winners choosing.”
She shakes her head and runs her right hand through her curly locks.
“Chelsea Skye, Diamond Steele, Amber Payne, Valentine, Victoria Salinas, Kat Jones, Don Tirri, Drake Wilcox, ISAAC, James Wilcox, PEEZEE and myself. Chelsea and I go back to Revolution1 Wrestling, where I took the Futures title from her. Amber, I approached asking if she wanted a match and gave me some bullshit excuse that I can’t be bothered to remember. Kat Jones recently lost her shit on my sister because, God forbid that Vee has an opinion that she doesn’t like. Don Tirri, the father of my buddy’s friend Donny, hasn’t said much in my direction, but in fairness, I haven’t either, but that has to do with the fact he likes to slut-shame even his best drinking buddies, and I have ZERO use for a man like him. Diamond, Victoria, Drake, James, ISSAC and PEEZEE I don’t really know much about any of them other than what they have in their Player Select pages.”
“Now, obviously most people would be pretty excited to earn a championship opportunity. No disrespect to my homeslice, Bert and his talented wrestler fiance Ahyma, but there isn’t one person I see on this roster or even outside it that I would want as a partner. If there were anyone, it would be my sister Victoria Strader. If she wanted to tag-team wrestle, it would be under a different banner. The SEX Cup that will crown the TPW Duo’s Championship with a cool half-million on top of it doesn’t intrigue Victoria or me, so why would a pair of gloves that are the tag team championships do that?”
She shakes her head and pulls out a large 3.5-gram spliff she rolled from a cigar she took from her deceased grandfather’s stash that her Aunt Tamika didn’t have the heart to get rid of when she was cleaning out her dad’s. She takes a long drag and exhales through her nostrils.
“Ahh, that’s exactly what I needed. Where was I? Oh, right. So listen up Level Uppers, Level Up management and any other promotor out there: I am not a tag team wrestler. I know that my family has been typecasted into tag team wrestling. My grandpa Scott Nash Strader held a dozen different promotion tag team titles, but his fame was built on singles competition. My mamabear and Auntie Teebag were household names in the tag team divisions. Myself and Vee? We both want to build our own names, carve out a legacy outside of being under the pressure that comes with our last names (and she has two of them), ya know?”
Cara takes a haul, walks towards her phone, which she grabs and proceeds to jump up to slide her butt onto the top turnbuckle to sit down. Bringing the phone back up to her bloodshot eyes and the big smile she was always sporting.
“Listen, it’s no disrespect to Level Up or my sister’s promotions in Thunder Pro Wrestling and Pro Wrestling Valor, but neither Vee nor I want an opportunity at any companies Tag Team titles. Which means I got quite the choice to make, don’t I?” she asks in a casual tone, tilting her head to the left. “Do I show up EXP 17 and win this thing? I don’t really even know the rules of SMASH Battle Royal! Because that was the main reason for splitting up with mamabear and Auntie Teebag, it was to get away from it. Or do I pull a total twat move and not show up at all?”
She moves her brow up in thought before giving her curly-haired head a shake and a big haul of her splif.
“Seems I have thirteen days to make my choice. Until then, just remember this one simple fact: I’m the cool twin,” she says with her dopey-stoned grin as our screens fade into the Level Up logo.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
