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VSK Penthouse
Tampa. Florida
November 22nd, 2021
“People can say what they will, but Victoria has fantastic taste in women.”
Veronica was the one to wake up in the King Size bed in the penthouse condo Victoria had purchased in September with part of the bonus that former OCW CFO Tony Savage had procured for the roster. She didn’t need the money as she had split the estate of her deceased grandfather, the legendary Scott Nash Strader, with her fraternal twin, Cara Strader, but she didn’t want to spend it all quickly. Veronica peels the arm of the raven-haired woman on her left off her and the arm of the brunette on her right off of her and scootches down the bed to get out of it. Sitting on the end of the bed, she looks back and smiles and then stands up, naked herself. She grabs the purple silk robe she left draped over a chair in the room.
“Where’s my phone?”
She knew Victoria’s phone was back in the bedroom, but when Veronica was in control last week in Atlanta, she had grabbed her own phone. Each time Veronica took control, it was becoming harder for Victoria to fight it. Truth be told, Victoria didn’t really care to fight it anymore. Her heart had been broken so many times since 2018. When her adoptive parents died to Max and her grandfather betraying her, the kidnapping by Diogenes Knox, and the way her last lover used her until she could get the man back, she lost out on. The thing is, Veronica wasn’t doing anything that Victoria didn’t want deep down inside. She wanted to be a cold-hearted bitch. A champion. Someone who takes what they want, when they want, but Victoria didn’t have it in her, but Veronica did, and that was partially why the alter-ego had started to spawn again.
“I should see if the Dragon is awake.”
Veronica unlocks her phone with a passcode and see’s a missed call from The Dragon as she has the contact named. She steps out onto the terrace of the penthouse. She hits the call button. After a few seconds, a male voice answers. She leans against the railing, looking down 15 storeys.
“Hey boss, saw I missed a call. I apologize; Victoria was in control to pick up a couple of women to satisfy my urges… no, I prefer men, but Victoria is still kicking around, and I am not going to force her to do that… Thank you. Yes, I have the plane ticket already booked… I can’t wait to show everyone that I will be a great champion… yes, I know, I have to beat a few people, but trust me, boss, when I say I am ready, I am ready for everything that comes with being aligned with you… no, of course… mums the word… Yes, have a good night as well.”
Veronica sighs but smiles as she hangs up and closes off the screen.
“So, is he happy?”
Veronica looks to her right and see’s Victoria leaning against the railing.
“What, you didn’t listen in?”
“No, I just woke up as you said goodbye.”
“Yes, he is very pleased. Our time is coming, Victoria. Are you prepared for the fallout that will come from realizing our dreams?”
“Well, if anything, it will show me who is true and who is fickle.”
“That’s exactly it, Victoria. We will shake the phonies off of us and embrace those who embrace us.”
Veronica puts her arm around Victoria, but if anyone were looking on, it would appear she was holding air where someone would be.
“Why don’t we go wake up the girls? You can take the wheel,” she says with a wink.
“Yeah… that does sound fun.”
The two smile at one another as Victoria fades away. Veronica shakes for a few seconds, and she opens her eyes as Victoria. She feels two sets of hands-on her shoulder looking up with a smile.
“Ah-ha, you found me,” she says softly to the two women on her arms. It was going to be a long night, in all the short-term ways, as some feeling was better than no feeling, and times of control would be coming to an end.
Cara Strader’s Home, Firestation
Redwood City, California USA
November 24th, 2021
“I do miss this place… but Cara can’t be that attached to me soon. Here I am talking to myself while this very nice woman is telling me about Cara.”
Victoria was happy to be in charge because she knew her time was dwindling, and this was Veronica being considerate. The young Latina lady, Taya Ramona, had taken an interest in Victoria; it was just a shame it would be Veronica running the show sooner than later.
“So yeah, that’s what Cara and I have been up to! Your sister is a bit loca, and I love it,” she says, only a hint of an accent because of her being raised in California.
“I am just happy Cara is branching out and making friends after I upped and left her,” she says, lowering her head in remorse for the situation. Still, she meant it: she was happy Cara was making friends cause she didn’t know if today could be the last time she would be able to communicate with her.
“Oh, ella no está enojada,” she replies, not realizing she was speaking Spanish.
“Good, I am glad she isn’t mad; it’s just smarter for me to be located in Florida. Allows me to collect my inheritance without losing a lot in taxes,” she says, impressed with herself answering on the fly, and Taya was impressed she understood the random Spanish.
After dinner with her mother, sister and Taya, Victoria found herself on the roof of the Firestation that once belonged to her Uncle John Nash Strader, and she lived here with him. A lot had changed in a year that was all culminating in her losing herself and being locked away deep inside the psyche of Veronica Knox-Strader. She should be scared as her daddy and mommy told her she should be, but the truth was she didn’t want to be in control anymore. Life found a way to keep kicking her, and to be honest, everything Veronica wanted, she wanted too. It was a cool evening, so she had on a green turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of cowgirl boots her Auntie Tamika bought her. She leans back against a chimney and puts her boots on the ledge in front of her. She props her phone up against her legs and gets ready to hit the record button. She runs her left hand over her head and makes sure her ponytail is still pulled tight. She hits the record, and the countdown starts.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
A smile for the TPW faithful, as she knew this could be the last time she speaks to the fans as herself, as Victoria.
“Oh, Thunder Pro Wrestling-Verse, you know how much you mean to me, don’t you? When I was signed on the dotted line, I couldn’t wait to get out there in front of a new set of fans and make some history, ya know? I am sitting two, and one looking like I will have one hell of a climb to become the first International Champion, or at the very least the American Champion. Either way, I will make history as the first singles champion in the short history of this company. The names that are attached demand it, and I demand it of myself,” she states, letting us know it’s something she wants of herself.
“This week isn’t the typical week where we, us on the roster, do our little vignettes in creative places doing linguistic drive-by word shooting on why we will win and why our opponent will suck a big dirty toe. Wrestlers have been doing that since the original territory days, and the only real difference is that we now have the capability to film our own and a much wider audience to cheer us on or wish us death because that’s what the cool troll does. No matter how much things change in life, a lot stays the same.”
Victoria raises her brow, letting out an exhale of carbon dioxide that would’ve blown a stray hair out of her face if there was one.
“On Friday, I will have the open challenge laid out, and anyone in the back or even wrestlers not employed by Thunder Pro can answer the call to arms. I am on the path to rectifying losing a guaranteed spot in the semi-finals of the International tournament. That was the first, and last time a member of APEX is going to get the better of me. I will sit back and watch as The Impossible Traveller and Super Custodian beat them down, and vice versa as I await my time to pounce and take what’s important… TPW Gold. Whether it’s the International or American championship is of no consequence to me. One way or another, I will end the year as one of the first to become a champion in TPW.”
The Strader family sneer creeps it away across her lips with a dash of the Knox shit-eating-grin.
“I have let go of my self-doubt and embraced the darkness that lives deep inside my cold black heart, and if anyone is to blame, it would be my peers. God and the old Vee forgive…”
She closes her eyes for a few seconds, and we can see her eyes flickering behind the closed eyelids. When they open, the devil’s flame can be seen dancing in her father’s eyes.
“This Vee does not. See you Friday.”
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Tampa. Florida
November 22nd, 2021
“People can say what they will, but Victoria has fantastic taste in women.”
Veronica was the one to wake up in the King Size bed in the penthouse condo Victoria had purchased in September with part of the bonus that former OCW CFO Tony Savage had procured for the roster. She didn’t need the money as she had split the estate of her deceased grandfather, the legendary Scott Nash Strader, with her fraternal twin, Cara Strader, but she didn’t want to spend it all quickly. Veronica peels the arm of the raven-haired woman on her left off her and the arm of the brunette on her right off of her and scootches down the bed to get out of it. Sitting on the end of the bed, she looks back and smiles and then stands up, naked herself. She grabs the purple silk robe she left draped over a chair in the room.
“Where’s my phone?”
She knew Victoria’s phone was back in the bedroom, but when Veronica was in control last week in Atlanta, she had grabbed her own phone. Each time Veronica took control, it was becoming harder for Victoria to fight it. Truth be told, Victoria didn’t really care to fight it anymore. Her heart had been broken so many times since 2018. When her adoptive parents died to Max and her grandfather betraying her, the kidnapping by Diogenes Knox, and the way her last lover used her until she could get the man back, she lost out on. The thing is, Veronica wasn’t doing anything that Victoria didn’t want deep down inside. She wanted to be a cold-hearted bitch. A champion. Someone who takes what they want, when they want, but Victoria didn’t have it in her, but Veronica did, and that was partially why the alter-ego had started to spawn again.
“I should see if the Dragon is awake.”
Veronica unlocks her phone with a passcode and see’s a missed call from The Dragon as she has the contact named. She steps out onto the terrace of the penthouse. She hits the call button. After a few seconds, a male voice answers. She leans against the railing, looking down 15 storeys.
“Hey boss, saw I missed a call. I apologize; Victoria was in control to pick up a couple of women to satisfy my urges… no, I prefer men, but Victoria is still kicking around, and I am not going to force her to do that… Thank you. Yes, I have the plane ticket already booked… I can’t wait to show everyone that I will be a great champion… yes, I know, I have to beat a few people, but trust me, boss, when I say I am ready, I am ready for everything that comes with being aligned with you… no, of course… mums the word… Yes, have a good night as well.”
Veronica sighs but smiles as she hangs up and closes off the screen.
“So, is he happy?”
Veronica looks to her right and see’s Victoria leaning against the railing.
“What, you didn’t listen in?”
“No, I just woke up as you said goodbye.”
“Yes, he is very pleased. Our time is coming, Victoria. Are you prepared for the fallout that will come from realizing our dreams?”
“Well, if anything, it will show me who is true and who is fickle.”
“That’s exactly it, Victoria. We will shake the phonies off of us and embrace those who embrace us.”
Veronica puts her arm around Victoria, but if anyone were looking on, it would appear she was holding air where someone would be.
“Why don’t we go wake up the girls? You can take the wheel,” she says with a wink.
“Yeah… that does sound fun.”
The two smile at one another as Victoria fades away. Veronica shakes for a few seconds, and she opens her eyes as Victoria. She feels two sets of hands-on her shoulder looking up with a smile.
“Ah-ha, you found me,” she says softly to the two women on her arms. It was going to be a long night, in all the short-term ways, as some feeling was better than no feeling, and times of control would be coming to an end.
Cara Strader’s Home, Firestation
Redwood City, California USA
November 24th, 2021
“I do miss this place… but Cara can’t be that attached to me soon. Here I am talking to myself while this very nice woman is telling me about Cara.”
Victoria was happy to be in charge because she knew her time was dwindling, and this was Veronica being considerate. The young Latina lady, Taya Ramona, had taken an interest in Victoria; it was just a shame it would be Veronica running the show sooner than later.
“So yeah, that’s what Cara and I have been up to! Your sister is a bit loca, and I love it,” she says, only a hint of an accent because of her being raised in California.
“I am just happy Cara is branching out and making friends after I upped and left her,” she says, lowering her head in remorse for the situation. Still, she meant it: she was happy Cara was making friends cause she didn’t know if today could be the last time she would be able to communicate with her.
“Oh, ella no está enojada,” she replies, not realizing she was speaking Spanish.
“Good, I am glad she isn’t mad; it’s just smarter for me to be located in Florida. Allows me to collect my inheritance without losing a lot in taxes,” she says, impressed with herself answering on the fly, and Taya was impressed she understood the random Spanish.
After dinner with her mother, sister and Taya, Victoria found herself on the roof of the Firestation that once belonged to her Uncle John Nash Strader, and she lived here with him. A lot had changed in a year that was all culminating in her losing herself and being locked away deep inside the psyche of Veronica Knox-Strader. She should be scared as her daddy and mommy told her she should be, but the truth was she didn’t want to be in control anymore. Life found a way to keep kicking her, and to be honest, everything Veronica wanted, she wanted too. It was a cool evening, so she had on a green turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of cowgirl boots her Auntie Tamika bought her. She leans back against a chimney and puts her boots on the ledge in front of her. She props her phone up against her legs and gets ready to hit the record button. She runs her left hand over her head and makes sure her ponytail is still pulled tight. She hits the record, and the countdown starts.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
A smile for the TPW faithful, as she knew this could be the last time she speaks to the fans as herself, as Victoria.
“Oh, Thunder Pro Wrestling-Verse, you know how much you mean to me, don’t you? When I was signed on the dotted line, I couldn’t wait to get out there in front of a new set of fans and make some history, ya know? I am sitting two, and one looking like I will have one hell of a climb to become the first International Champion, or at the very least the American Champion. Either way, I will make history as the first singles champion in the short history of this company. The names that are attached demand it, and I demand it of myself,” she states, letting us know it’s something she wants of herself.
“This week isn’t the typical week where we, us on the roster, do our little vignettes in creative places doing linguistic drive-by word shooting on why we will win and why our opponent will suck a big dirty toe. Wrestlers have been doing that since the original territory days, and the only real difference is that we now have the capability to film our own and a much wider audience to cheer us on or wish us death because that’s what the cool troll does. No matter how much things change in life, a lot stays the same.”
Victoria raises her brow, letting out an exhale of carbon dioxide that would’ve blown a stray hair out of her face if there was one.
“On Friday, I will have the open challenge laid out, and anyone in the back or even wrestlers not employed by Thunder Pro can answer the call to arms. I am on the path to rectifying losing a guaranteed spot in the semi-finals of the International tournament. That was the first, and last time a member of APEX is going to get the better of me. I will sit back and watch as The Impossible Traveller and Super Custodian beat them down, and vice versa as I await my time to pounce and take what’s important… TPW Gold. Whether it’s the International or American championship is of no consequence to me. One way or another, I will end the year as one of the first to become a champion in TPW.”
The Strader family sneer creeps it away across her lips with a dash of the Knox shit-eating-grin.
“I have let go of my self-doubt and embraced the darkness that lives deep inside my cold black heart, and if anyone is to blame, it would be my peers. God and the old Vee forgive…”
She closes her eyes for a few seconds, and we can see her eyes flickering behind the closed eyelids. When they open, the devil’s flame can be seen dancing in her father’s eyes.
“This Vee does not. See you Friday.”
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
