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VSK Penthouse
Tampa, Florida USA
November 27th, 2021
“Why are they here, Victoria?”
Vee sighs, hearing the voice of Veronica in her head because she knew why she was asking.
“Because Cara is my sister, and Taya is lovely.”
“Fine, but if you let either one know what’s going on…”
“I won’t, I promise. Just let me have this time with them. Please.”
The three women sit outside on the terrace of Victoria’s top-floor penthouse that overlooks the city of Tampa. Cara is going on about her last escapade she and her boyfriend Jake had dived into the previous night. Taya keeps looking over at Victoria with a nervous smile, and in that instant, Victoria realizes the young Latina is very naive and inexperienced.
“So that was my Friday night, and I’m still having a hard time sitting,” she says with the same smile that she got from their mother.
“Never a dull moment with you, Cara. I still don’t know how Jake likes being a cuckold,” she replies to her sister with a half-smile and a shake of her blonde ponytailed head.
“Si, Carita is loca.”
“Hey, that’s what makes me, well, me baby! I get it from our mamabear,” Cara replies with that shit-eating grin of hers. “How’s your love life, Vee? Now that you are free of that narcissistic bitch, have you met anyone?”
“Si, Victoria, meet anyone special?”
“Don’t mention M and R, Vee.”
“I won’t. They are more your girlfriends anyway.”
“I really didn’t know girls were so much fun. I always hid before. Well, better late than never!”
“No, I mean, I have thought about it, but my focus is on my career right now. Thunder Pro, P.W.Valor, they keep me busy as it is.”
She wasn’t lying; TPW and PWV were keeping her busy, and by next week, it would be even more so. Cara leans back and pulls a spliff out from the inside of her lowcut top. Taya hands her friend a lighter.
“You have been a little extra bitchy lately, but it seems to be working, I guess. I’d help you out, but I got my own issues, you swear they think I am mom and you are Aunt Tamika,” she says with a wink, but it wasn’t a slight; neither one would have had their success with different partners, and Victoria adored her Aunt.
“Yeah, battle royal with no ropes or turnbuckles, weapons allowed, and the winner gets a shot at your buddy and his fiance’s Multiplayer title. What are you going to do?”
“Eliminate myself and go smoke a fat spliff like this one,” she replies, answering her twin with her Cheshire Cat-like grin showing off her joint. “Besides, my choice of partner is you, Vee, and as you said, you are too busy with your promotions and being a raging bitch on social media. We are well on our way to making it without anyone with our last names’ help. I would ask Taya here, but she doesn’t wanna be a wrestler.”
“Oh? Why not Taya?” Vee asks, looking over at her playfully, putting her hand on Taya’s bare knee. Taya tries to hide the blushing but is unsuccessful making the Strader-Knox hellspawn smile to herself. Victoria knows nothing can happen, but she knows that Veronica has to take over to get what she wants. Some might wonder why she would lose herself, but she was tired of being heartbroken, lied to, manipulated, belittled, and insulted.
“No, no, no, I much rather sit front row and watch you do your thing, er, both of your things. Not that you have things, I mean Ummm,” if she were in the water, well then, Taya’s arms would be flailing about making large splashes, and she most definitely is drowning. Cara and Victoria look at each other simultaneously with a side-eye glance and start to laugh.
“Haha, I have never seen you so flustered! Get a whiff off my spliff, or are ya sweet on Miss Vee?” She asks with that smile of hers on her face. She knew the answer, but she liked toying with her friend, and of course, Victoria. Cara looks over to Vee, filter section of her joint held between her teeth, and gives a few raised brows in succession like the brat she always was while taking another drag of the ‘sticky-icky.’
“Who isn’t sweet on Victoria?”
“Veronica!”
“Ooooh, sis has some self-confidence, huh?”
Victoria does her best to push Veronica out of the driver’s seat for the moment, regaining control, but it was most likely because the dark side was allowing it.
“I am just teasing,” she says, trying to cover up the fact it wasn’t her and was thankful Cara was stoned and not picking up on the sudden change, but Taya noticed, and luckily for the young Strader, she was choosing to keep it to herself.
“All our cups seem to be empty,” Taya points out, which makes Cara and Vee check their drinks.
“Yes, I will just bring out the bottle of Terremana Gold, haha. I can’t have too many though, I have a meeting in the morning,” she says in return to Taya’s comment.
“Let’s get some sleep soon. We have that meeting in Miami, and our flight is early. Quit looking at Taya like that, Vee.”
This would be the last time Cara would get to be with her sister, who was also her best friend, and only Veronica knows for how long, or maybe Victoria if she ever does decide to fight back. At least it would end up being a lovely evening for all three.
Strader Beach-House
Venice Beach, California
November 29th, 2021
“Why are we here?”
“Because, my dear Vee, today’s lesson will be about origins and change for the greater good.”
Victoria could feel the pit in her stomach release its hold over her, and she knew Veronica had taken control. She walks up the winding cobblestone pathway to the red front door of the one-storey home that Scott Nash Strader had purchased in 1997 and two years where Matthew Knox and Meghan Strader would create the life that was getting closer to pissing off everyone she comes into contact with. She reaches into her women’s black leather biker jacket she has on over a pink Knife-Man t-shirt but can’t find the keys for the front door.
“Move that woodchip-bark stuff by the palm tree on the right.”
Veronica smiles, finding the hidden key. As she walks in, she’s suddenly greeted by Harold, the family camera person (his preference) in a pair of tighty-whiteys, holding onto a blow-up sheep and the giggles of multiple women in the background. Veronica moves her aviators down to the tip of her nose as her glasz coloured eyes look over the silver frame at Harold with a smile followed by a laugh.
“Hahaha! Harold, I have so many questions right now, especially about that,” she says while pointing at the sheep in his arms. “I was going to ask if you had your camera since you are already here but pretty sure that would be a stupid question, isn’t it?”
Harold puts his head down and twists his right foot acting bashful as he nods.
“Yeah, I do. Need a promo Miss Strader-Knox?”
“Oh, just call me Ver- - - Vee. Call me Vee. Yes, I do. I’ll give you 20 minutes to clean up. We’ll be out back enjoying the view.”
“We? Did Cara come with you?” he asks and then blushes as his blow-up sheep squeaks.
“Force of habit, I have had an entourage of sorts lately.”
Twenty-Five Minutes Later…
“You can have this one, Vic. You remember the bullet points?”
“I got it. We are good. Thank you, Veronica.”
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screens come alive with an advertisement for TPW’s International Title Tournament starting Dec 3rd, showing us the brackets and eventually fading into the beach home of Meghan Strader. Victoria Strader-Knox struts onto our screen in the finished basement with a full-size bar made of Californian redwood, in front of a beautiful mirror covering the back wall behind it and has twenty championship belts hanging in the display from her grandfathers days in the industry. Harold is an excellent camera technician, and we can see each title belt replicas as Victoria enters the scene from stage right, standing behind the bar. A smile creeps across her face as she waves for the fans.
“Hey-hey TPW-Universe! It’s so good to be standing in front of the camera before the first round of the title tournament where I am once again tasked with being booked against another member of APEX, or is he? I can’t tell some days. We are kind of in the same boat, albeit slightly different. Oliver and I, well, we come from a family that has been involved in this sport for a good amount of time, although I have the burden of two family names. First off, we have the Strader lineage. It starts with my great grandfather William Strader that his sons and daughters then continued: Scott Nash Strader (my grandfather), Ryan Strader (uncle), and the twins Payton and Kaleb (also my uncles), and Vicca Li (my aunt who was taken from us too soon).”
The young woman turns around, and we can see her eyes scanning for a particular bottle in the reflection of the mirror. That Knox family-inspired grin says she has a winner, grabbing a 40-ounce bottle of Terremana Gold tequila and a shot glass. She turns around to face us again, and pulls the cork out and fills the glass. She holds up the shot glass to ‘cheers’ the viewers and takes it back in a split second. She pours one more to sip on.
“Ahh, much better. Now my Uncles, while fathers, their kids never entered this business and my great-aunts, well, neither had any children. My grandfather had children that came into this business, but as we all know, my Uncle John gave the industry a shot, but after Lillie Saint and the knee injuries, he decided it wasn’t for him but my mom and aunt? They are made legends of themselves as Tag Team Champions almost everywhere they went,” she says with a nod. She takes a sip of her tequila.
“I remember being a little girl watching the Cowgirls From Hell do promos in this very house, outside this house, and I never dreamed in a million years I would find myself standing here doing my own promos trying to carve out my own path. We are similar that way, Oliver. Trying to stand out on our two feet. However, I don’t feel the need to run with active members of my family. Cara and I are making our own way in this game, not hitching onto each other, but I should say that in all fairness, that’s not how it started as I with my Uncle John in Project: Honor and Wrestle World, and her as member of the Cowgirls. We have learned in order to be successful without an asterisk we have to do it on our own. Sure my mom is my manager, but as shown since my debut here, she is here for contract negotiations and support at ringside as she understands my desire to make it to the top of my own volition.”
“I am not ignorant to your situation as a rookie in this game; as next week marks my first anniversary in the game, and I can’t say I am rookie anymore and the best way to prove that is to take you down in my quest to become the first TPW International Champion, or at the very least the American Champion but in order to do that I have to beat you, Oliver. The other part of my family name is Knox and River, and my cousin, the Supreme Machine, has already defeated you and now I am looking to do the same. Just like SuMa (in more ways than one), I will add to my win column and make my own history. I’m not going to dedicate this to my late grandfather or any other family member: I will dedicate this to myself for being the stronger competitor. This isn’t about making my dad, my mom or anyone else with the last name Strader, Knox, or Rivers proud of me; it’s about being my own person and not relying on a family name or group to reach the heights of success.”
Her smile has begun its transformation to the Strader family sneer.
“I respect your integrity Oliver, but I am not going to let my chance at a rematch against your stablemate Drew Archyle to pass me by. I plan on righting that wrong as a bonus to making my way as the face of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and it all starts with you, Oliver Main. It would be wise of you to remember this: God forgives.”
She looks down at her shot glass, picks it up, and slings it back, slamming it back down on the bar. Her glasz eyes flicker with the flames of Hell.
“We don’t. See you Friday, Mr. Main.”
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Tampa, Florida USA
November 27th, 2021
“Why are they here, Victoria?”
Vee sighs, hearing the voice of Veronica in her head because she knew why she was asking.
“Because Cara is my sister, and Taya is lovely.”
“Fine, but if you let either one know what’s going on…”
“I won’t, I promise. Just let me have this time with them. Please.”
The three women sit outside on the terrace of Victoria’s top-floor penthouse that overlooks the city of Tampa. Cara is going on about her last escapade she and her boyfriend Jake had dived into the previous night. Taya keeps looking over at Victoria with a nervous smile, and in that instant, Victoria realizes the young Latina is very naive and inexperienced.
“So that was my Friday night, and I’m still having a hard time sitting,” she says with the same smile that she got from their mother.
“Never a dull moment with you, Cara. I still don’t know how Jake likes being a cuckold,” she replies to her sister with a half-smile and a shake of her blonde ponytailed head.
“Si, Carita is loca.”
“Hey, that’s what makes me, well, me baby! I get it from our mamabear,” Cara replies with that shit-eating grin of hers. “How’s your love life, Vee? Now that you are free of that narcissistic bitch, have you met anyone?”
“Si, Victoria, meet anyone special?”
“Don’t mention M and R, Vee.”
“I won’t. They are more your girlfriends anyway.”
“I really didn’t know girls were so much fun. I always hid before. Well, better late than never!”
“No, I mean, I have thought about it, but my focus is on my career right now. Thunder Pro, P.W.Valor, they keep me busy as it is.”
She wasn’t lying; TPW and PWV were keeping her busy, and by next week, it would be even more so. Cara leans back and pulls a spliff out from the inside of her lowcut top. Taya hands her friend a lighter.
“You have been a little extra bitchy lately, but it seems to be working, I guess. I’d help you out, but I got my own issues, you swear they think I am mom and you are Aunt Tamika,” she says with a wink, but it wasn’t a slight; neither one would have had their success with different partners, and Victoria adored her Aunt.
“Yeah, battle royal with no ropes or turnbuckles, weapons allowed, and the winner gets a shot at your buddy and his fiance’s Multiplayer title. What are you going to do?”
“Eliminate myself and go smoke a fat spliff like this one,” she replies, answering her twin with her Cheshire Cat-like grin showing off her joint. “Besides, my choice of partner is you, Vee, and as you said, you are too busy with your promotions and being a raging bitch on social media. We are well on our way to making it without anyone with our last names’ help. I would ask Taya here, but she doesn’t wanna be a wrestler.”
“Oh? Why not Taya?” Vee asks, looking over at her playfully, putting her hand on Taya’s bare knee. Taya tries to hide the blushing but is unsuccessful making the Strader-Knox hellspawn smile to herself. Victoria knows nothing can happen, but she knows that Veronica has to take over to get what she wants. Some might wonder why she would lose herself, but she was tired of being heartbroken, lied to, manipulated, belittled, and insulted.
“No, no, no, I much rather sit front row and watch you do your thing, er, both of your things. Not that you have things, I mean Ummm,” if she were in the water, well then, Taya’s arms would be flailing about making large splashes, and she most definitely is drowning. Cara and Victoria look at each other simultaneously with a side-eye glance and start to laugh.
“Haha, I have never seen you so flustered! Get a whiff off my spliff, or are ya sweet on Miss Vee?” She asks with that smile of hers on her face. She knew the answer, but she liked toying with her friend, and of course, Victoria. Cara looks over to Vee, filter section of her joint held between her teeth, and gives a few raised brows in succession like the brat she always was while taking another drag of the ‘sticky-icky.’
“Who isn’t sweet on Victoria?”
“Veronica!”
“Ooooh, sis has some self-confidence, huh?”
Victoria does her best to push Veronica out of the driver’s seat for the moment, regaining control, but it was most likely because the dark side was allowing it.
“I am just teasing,” she says, trying to cover up the fact it wasn’t her and was thankful Cara was stoned and not picking up on the sudden change, but Taya noticed, and luckily for the young Strader, she was choosing to keep it to herself.
“All our cups seem to be empty,” Taya points out, which makes Cara and Vee check their drinks.
“Yes, I will just bring out the bottle of Terremana Gold, haha. I can’t have too many though, I have a meeting in the morning,” she says in return to Taya’s comment.
“Let’s get some sleep soon. We have that meeting in Miami, and our flight is early. Quit looking at Taya like that, Vee.”
This would be the last time Cara would get to be with her sister, who was also her best friend, and only Veronica knows for how long, or maybe Victoria if she ever does decide to fight back. At least it would end up being a lovely evening for all three.
Strader Beach-House
Venice Beach, California
November 29th, 2021
“Why are we here?”
“Because, my dear Vee, today’s lesson will be about origins and change for the greater good.”
Victoria could feel the pit in her stomach release its hold over her, and she knew Veronica had taken control. She walks up the winding cobblestone pathway to the red front door of the one-storey home that Scott Nash Strader had purchased in 1997 and two years where Matthew Knox and Meghan Strader would create the life that was getting closer to pissing off everyone she comes into contact with. She reaches into her women’s black leather biker jacket she has on over a pink Knife-Man t-shirt but can’t find the keys for the front door.
“Move that woodchip-bark stuff by the palm tree on the right.”
Veronica smiles, finding the hidden key. As she walks in, she’s suddenly greeted by Harold, the family camera person (his preference) in a pair of tighty-whiteys, holding onto a blow-up sheep and the giggles of multiple women in the background. Veronica moves her aviators down to the tip of her nose as her glasz coloured eyes look over the silver frame at Harold with a smile followed by a laugh.
“Hahaha! Harold, I have so many questions right now, especially about that,” she says while pointing at the sheep in his arms. “I was going to ask if you had your camera since you are already here but pretty sure that would be a stupid question, isn’t it?”
Harold puts his head down and twists his right foot acting bashful as he nods.
“Yeah, I do. Need a promo Miss Strader-Knox?”
“Oh, just call me Ver- - - Vee. Call me Vee. Yes, I do. I’ll give you 20 minutes to clean up. We’ll be out back enjoying the view.”
“We? Did Cara come with you?” he asks and then blushes as his blow-up sheep squeaks.
“Force of habit, I have had an entourage of sorts lately.”
Twenty-Five Minutes Later…
“You can have this one, Vic. You remember the bullet points?”
“I got it. We are good. Thank you, Veronica.”
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Our screens come alive with an advertisement for TPW’s International Title Tournament starting Dec 3rd, showing us the brackets and eventually fading into the beach home of Meghan Strader. Victoria Strader-Knox struts onto our screen in the finished basement with a full-size bar made of Californian redwood, in front of a beautiful mirror covering the back wall behind it and has twenty championship belts hanging in the display from her grandfathers days in the industry. Harold is an excellent camera technician, and we can see each title belt replicas as Victoria enters the scene from stage right, standing behind the bar. A smile creeps across her face as she waves for the fans.
“Hey-hey TPW-Universe! It’s so good to be standing in front of the camera before the first round of the title tournament where I am once again tasked with being booked against another member of APEX, or is he? I can’t tell some days. We are kind of in the same boat, albeit slightly different. Oliver and I, well, we come from a family that has been involved in this sport for a good amount of time, although I have the burden of two family names. First off, we have the Strader lineage. It starts with my great grandfather William Strader that his sons and daughters then continued: Scott Nash Strader (my grandfather), Ryan Strader (uncle), and the twins Payton and Kaleb (also my uncles), and Vicca Li (my aunt who was taken from us too soon).”
The young woman turns around, and we can see her eyes scanning for a particular bottle in the reflection of the mirror. That Knox family-inspired grin says she has a winner, grabbing a 40-ounce bottle of Terremana Gold tequila and a shot glass. She turns around to face us again, and pulls the cork out and fills the glass. She holds up the shot glass to ‘cheers’ the viewers and takes it back in a split second. She pours one more to sip on.
“Ahh, much better. Now my Uncles, while fathers, their kids never entered this business and my great-aunts, well, neither had any children. My grandfather had children that came into this business, but as we all know, my Uncle John gave the industry a shot, but after Lillie Saint and the knee injuries, he decided it wasn’t for him but my mom and aunt? They are made legends of themselves as Tag Team Champions almost everywhere they went,” she says with a nod. She takes a sip of her tequila.
“I remember being a little girl watching the Cowgirls From Hell do promos in this very house, outside this house, and I never dreamed in a million years I would find myself standing here doing my own promos trying to carve out my own path. We are similar that way, Oliver. Trying to stand out on our two feet. However, I don’t feel the need to run with active members of my family. Cara and I are making our own way in this game, not hitching onto each other, but I should say that in all fairness, that’s not how it started as I with my Uncle John in Project: Honor and Wrestle World, and her as member of the Cowgirls. We have learned in order to be successful without an asterisk we have to do it on our own. Sure my mom is my manager, but as shown since my debut here, she is here for contract negotiations and support at ringside as she understands my desire to make it to the top of my own volition.”
“I am not ignorant to your situation as a rookie in this game; as next week marks my first anniversary in the game, and I can’t say I am rookie anymore and the best way to prove that is to take you down in my quest to become the first TPW International Champion, or at the very least the American Champion but in order to do that I have to beat you, Oliver. The other part of my family name is Knox and River, and my cousin, the Supreme Machine, has already defeated you and now I am looking to do the same. Just like SuMa (in more ways than one), I will add to my win column and make my own history. I’m not going to dedicate this to my late grandfather or any other family member: I will dedicate this to myself for being the stronger competitor. This isn’t about making my dad, my mom or anyone else with the last name Strader, Knox, or Rivers proud of me; it’s about being my own person and not relying on a family name or group to reach the heights of success.”
Her smile has begun its transformation to the Strader family sneer.
“I respect your integrity Oliver, but I am not going to let my chance at a rematch against your stablemate Drew Archyle to pass me by. I plan on righting that wrong as a bonus to making my way as the face of Thunder Pro Wrestling, and it all starts with you, Oliver Main. It would be wise of you to remember this: God forgives.”
She looks down at her shot glass, picks it up, and slings it back, slamming it back down on the bar. Her glasz eyes flicker with the flames of Hell.
“We don’t. See you Friday, Mr. Main.”
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
