Post by JNS on Jan 22, 2021 21:18:57 GMT -5
Starbucks
Redwood City, California
January 6th, 2021
The holidays were so much fun having mom, Dustin, Aunt Tamika, Uncle Simon, the kids and Uncle John to celebrate Christmas!
It had been her first Christmas and New Years’ with the Strader clan (and the good times were still on her mind), and as she figured out relatively quickly, there is always some type of drama within the family, which was no different last or even this year. It was no secret Scott Nash Strader was a son of a bitch who caused his family (mostly his kids) unnecessary pain. Victoria had grown fond of her grandfather, but that quickly turned to a feeling of hatred when she found out her girlfriend had been sleeping with him. The old man had broken her heart, but luckily she had her mom, aunt, and uncle, with the latter being who she now lived with.
Uncle John looked so cute in his Santa toque. I should show Lillie Saint a picture of that when she comes for her motorcycle lessons.
Victoria stood in line waiting to order Vanilla Frappuccino Latte venti like one of the new age hipster douchebags would order. Still, it’s ok because she wasn’t asking for pumpkin spice lattes as the basic bitches do. After grabbing her latte with the name ‘Vanessa’ written in magic marker on the side, she sat down at a corner table at the Starbucks’ front window. There she could watch the passersby as she studied her opponents on the Fallout brand’s debut show on her MacBook. She placed the bag she retrieved it from setting it behind the screen of the laptop. Her fingers go like mad as she types search options.
Alright, so Jason Long and Kasey Winterborn… maybe I should look at Project: Honor’s website!
Tapping away on her keyboard, she brings up the Project: Honor website and brings up Jason Long’s profile set up for the fans to get to know the man, browse and buy his merchandise. She takes a sip of her Latte with her right hand as her eyes are wide, which seems accentuated with her hair pulled back tight in a ponytail studying the information in front of her. Her eyes move left to right and down as she reads it to herself.
Ok, Vee… Jason Long is an Irish boy, just a couple of years younger than me. He says he’s 5’11, but that’s for dating purposes, I guess, cause he looks 5’7”. Hmm, I can relate to name changing and leaving a piece of yourself behind. Holy motherduck! It says he has a known move set of fifty-six in total! Glad I have been sparring with my Uncle and with Lillie… Oh, I hope Uncle John doesn’t fuck that up… Hey! Victoria! The task at hand!
The young Strader gives her head a shake as she takes another sip of her latte. She tilts her head to the left a bit and scratches her left shoulder with her right hand, and a light pink turtleneck shirt clothes it.
Alrighty, so Kasey… I know she faced Dickie for the Grand title or something, lost, hurt her elbow and was gone awhile…
She pulls another sip of her Latte as her eyes dart across the screen.
Alright, so she is a couple of years older than Uncle John, five foot six and one hundred twenty pounds; she is a little dynamo, it looks like! Lil’Petey has zero chance, man. I mean, that guy is why I meet such beautiful women on Bumble. Vic, focus! Ok, so that’s like sixty percent fewer moves than the wrestler formerly known as Maverick, so that’s nice! Hmmm… it looks like the key to her is slowing down the pace of the match. She’s like Knuckles from those old Sega games!! Oh Mylanta! I am hilarious!
She keeps reading through the information and is surprised at how much she had in common with Lil’Petey’s thirst trap. She finishes up her drink, closes her MacBook and puts it in the beige satchel she brought it in and slings that over her shoulder. She walks outside and approaches a Harley Davidson Sportster with purple fenders and sissy bar with the Evil Pie-Man and Strawberry Shortcake airbrushed on the teardrop style gas tank. She lifts her Skid Lid Flat purple half helmet off the sissy bar and puts it on, clasping it locked under her chin. She steps over the bike, stands it up straight, kicking back the kickstand up. She puts the key in the ignition and hits the start with her thumb as the 1000cc engine roars to life.
72 Eldorado Avenue
London, Ontario Canada
January 22nd, 2021
This must be some kind of bad dream!
Victoria sat in the living room of the house her adoptive parents raised her in, which was now hers as per their will. Sitting beside her on that couch was the former PWA play by play commentator, Cara Townsend. That young woman just blew Victoria’s mind, and even with this family’s history, that was impressive to do. They sat along the beige painted back wall for the purpose to look out onto the street through the house’s big bay window in the front. Victoria was in a pair of black Lulu Lemons, a Queen Vee hoodie she got from the PH’s merch department, and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Cara is dressed the way Victoria’s mother dresses: blue jeans that are boot cut, black leather belt with a silver belt buckle, a white blouse that is tucked in, but the top few buttons are left open, her wavy black hair falls over her shoulders, and icy blue eyes that are watching the green ones looking at her.
“I’m sorry, Cara, can you start from the beginning?” the daughter of Meghan Strader asks as she moves her phone closer to Cara.
“Of course, so like I told you, my parents, well I should say who I thought was my parents, about a year ago told me that I was adopted. But it wasn’t legal from what I found out when I tried finding out who my birth parents were, because they ordered the birth certificate, so when I confronted them, they told me it wasn’t a legal adoption.”
“That’s when they told you that they bought you, is that right?”
“Wait, you were fucking bought?” the phone line crackled at the same the swear from John came out when hearing the word ‘bought.’
“Uncle John, let her finish; it’s not done being crazy,” a forewarning tone came out of Victoria with her reply. John seemed to pick up on that and quieted himself.
“Yeah, it gets a lot crazier… so yeah. Apparently, on August 24th, 2000, my mom gave birth to a stillborn female fetus and was heartbroken. He was outside St Josephs Hospital in London, having a smoke out front, when this massive biker approached, asking if he had an extra cigarette. They got to talking, and my dad told this guy what had happened. The biker told him his daughter had been just given birth to twin girls, but she didn’t know yet because she passed out from delivering the babies, and the ultrasounds had only shown one child, so she was oblivious. She was giving the baby up for adoption so that she wouldn’t know the difference if he gave one to my dad,” her voice trailing off slightly.
Oh, Uncle John, what are we going to do? I wonder if he knows?
“Let me guess, the big biker wasn’t just giving him the kid,” he doesn’t even bother forming that into a question as he had a pretty good idea what Cara was going to say next.
Hmmm, maybe?
“No, my dad ended up paying him five thousand dollars for me, and they left the hospital immediately, and the record of the stillborn baby was suddenly gone, and I was the baby they gave birth to, which is not true at all. My dad was afraid the doctors would snitch on the biker. Still, he told him the doctors weren’t going to say anything about anything and being giving the little wrist band with their name on it convinced him,” she said as she looked up at Victoria, who still looks floored even though she had heard this already.
“Did your adoptive parents remember if the big biker belonged to a Motorcycle Club?”
Well, if he didn’t, he’s putting the pieces together now.
“Yeah, it had a Washington bottom patch and was the Bandido’s MC.”
The silence lasted for a moment before John spoke again.
“His name was Scott Nash, wasn’t it?”
Oh right, mom didn’t find out she and grandpa were Strader’s until 2005. Nash was the surname of the adoptive family who bought grandpa as a baby. Wow, history repeating itself…
“It was, yes. My mom is Meghan Kelser.”
“Mom had two sets of twins; what are the odds?”
“Ok, let’s say this is all true like you say it is; how do we know for sure, how can we trust you?” John asked, not trying to be insensitive, but the Strader family was well off, plus they had a mile-long list of enemies in high and in low places. Still, Meghan was very wealthy through a hip hop recording label, green energy in California, and of course, lucrative wrestling contracts over the years. Hence, she was quite wealthy, and the richest in the whole family as an individual.
He really does love my mom; he’s looking out for her. I better tell him why I believe she is my sister. Twin sister! What in the actual fu- - -
“Well, we have the same blood type of AB negative, which is rare, and while Cara was doing the play-by-play work at the PWA Dome in St. Louis, she swiped mom and Aunt Tamika’s toothbrushes and ran a test. I am looking at the results right now,” she says to her uncle, looking up at her twin sister, giving her a reassuring smile of acceptance.
Well, I always did want a sibling closer to my age. Little Lizzie and Clay are great, but the conversation is limited, to say the least, at just over a year old.
“Fucking old man. Fuck. Don’t tell your mother, I will. I’ll call her later.”
“Shouldn’t we wait and tell her in person?” she asked, looking at Victoria for approval.
“No, Uncle John is right, Cara. If you know, there is a good chance so does our grandfather. We cannot let him get the upper hand on this. I know it sucks, but Aunt Tamika should be there, and even if she isn’t, mom will be mad if we keep this from her for even a second,” she says, trying to explain her reasoning to her sister.
“Plus, it gives her a few days to calm down because she is over in England for the supershow because I wouldn’t be surprised if would pull a gun on the old man. Alright, I’ve got to go meet up with Lillie for brunch, but I will talk to you both later. Love you, Vic, and Cara I look forward to getting to know you better but know when Meghan is back, we are doing a legit blood test.”
“You too, Uncz.”
“Yes, of course!”
Victoria reaches for her phone off the antique stained coffee table and closes the screen, putting her phone into the small purple handbag in her lap. Victoria and Cara sit in silence for a few moments before Cara breaks it.
“He seems nice!” she says with a sort of energy to indicate she is interested in getting to know the family.
He’s the best, but I am his favourite, so don’t even try it!
“Oh yeah, Uncle John is great. You know Mom and Aunt Meekz from working in the PWA?” she asked, tilting her head to the right slightly.
“Well, more so Tamika as she was always around when we were taping shows, but yeah, Meghan would come around sometimes, and she was always really nice,” she said with a smile. Victoria seemed to believe that Cara was a sincere young woman.
She seems nice. I really hope we can trust her. I don’t know if I could handle another betrayal by family.
The Strader sisters spent the rest of the morning sitting in Victoria’s childhood home, starting down the long road of building a sisterly relationship like perhaps the one Meghan had with Tamika, but even that had to start somewhere.
Later that day…
When Victoria landed in London at the airport, she wasn’t expecting to hear what she did from the PWA’s commentary teams play-by-play in Cara Townsend. She got the call from Cara on the 20th to see when Vic would be heading to Canada since her match on Fallout was scheduled for Centre-Bell in Montreal. Since she had no plans to freeze her butt off up in Winnipeg and London was only six and a half hours or so away from the island in Quebec if she wanted to drive, so she decided to spend the week there before heading to the event. Getting the house in order hadn’t gotten done as she hadn’t been there since the reading the will of her adoptive parents two years ago.
What a trip, I still can’t believe I have a twin sister. At least we aren’t identical cause if that was the case, this would surely turn into a storyline from Days of Our Lives with the evil twin trying to take my spot in the family! She looks so much like mom…
Victoria is in the house’s carport, taking the tarp off the car in the sheltered area. It’s Meghan’s 1998 LS1 Corvette V8 Silver Pontiac Trans Am, as Victoria told her mom to park it at the house after the Cowgirls From Hell had made their Revolution1 Wrestling debut in Toronto. Her mom didn’t want to drive it back down to Texas right away because she had the move to California on her plate. Victoria was also happy her mom had put the Ice tires on it as she got into the car, the heavy door closing with ease. It didn’t get driven in the winter a lot, but Meghan always made sure it was undercoated, and Canadian winter safe tires were on it. Vic was still dressed the same as earlier but had a puffy pink spring jacket on as it was above freezing and not too cold. She hops in the car and turns it on.
Varooooom!
Wow, this car is older than me, and it sounds brand new. Mom looked after this car!
Meghan didn’t have a mother growing up, but you could say that Scott’s current wife (yeah, she is still with him even though he’s bedding Vic’s ex, Mad Max), Amy Lee Straten, was like a mother to her. Amy gave her this car on her Sweet Sixteen, and its been cherished ever since.
Hmm, maybe I should get this promo out of the way so I can focus at the gym. I need to take my mind off Cara for a little while anyway…
The youngest Strader sees her mom set up a wireless dock to charge her iPhone just above where the radio would be facing the driver seat just right, so she put her phone in it, sets the video camera up and flips around the camera to see herself.
Start Broadcast
Our scene opens up inside the teenage years’ car of Meghan Nash Strader with her very own daughter behind the wheel, waiting for it to warm on the chilly winter day, and we can hear ‘Subdivisions’ by RUSH playing over the radio, but it wasn’t too loud. She has a big pearly white smile for us that’s accentuated by her hair being pulled back into a tight ponytail. She unzips her jacket to reveal a black Queen Vee hoodie, and her smile gets bigger.
“Ok, so like I know for some of you merchandise is no big deal you have head it forever blah blah BLAH!” she exclaims loud enough to catch that it was too loud, and give us a shrug whoops face combo. “But I am not you, and this is my second ever career match, and I just got this kickass warm and comfy hoodie from the merch department, so I am representing my brand, motherfuckers! Oops, I am sorry, Julius Fairweather is rubbing off on me,” she says with a suggestive wink. “Naw, I am just teasin’, he doesn’t float my boat, he’s just my new ‘stripper going’ buddy!” that smile on her face couldn’t get any bigger with revealing a glimpse of her personal life.
“Anyway! I am super excited to make my television debut next Thursday on AMC’s PH: Fallout. I am super stoked about getting signed to a new deal, which is even better than the one Uncle John had torn up when he got drafted to Proving Ground!” her green eyes tell us for sure that she is as excited as she sounds. “I have some pretty stiff competition next Thursday on the debut episode of Fallout on top of that! Jason Long, aka The Man Known as Mav and the woman that is the apple of Lil’Petey eye: Kasey Winterborn!”
“So first off, I really don’t know much about either competitor, and I am willing to bet Lil’Petey’s lil’scrotum that they don’t know much about me either! So how about a wee bit of a history lesson! Alright, so my full name is Victoria Marie Strader, and I was born on August 24th, 2000, to a monster named Ryan Stillwater and a courageous young woman: the infamous Meghan Kelser, aka Meghan Nash Strader. Like you, Kasey, I was raised by adoptive parents, although I was 18, not 6 when a car crash took them from this world; however, I was lucky enough to find my mother, aunt and my awesome sauce Uncle, John Nash Strader.”
“I also have, like you, always loved this business. I remember being about six or seven, and my adoptive dad would set me down on his lap to watch some good ol’wrazzlin he used to say with a horrible southern accent. We would watch Wednesday Night Chaos and Friday Night Rampage, the PWA’s flagship shows. That is when I first started cheering for Scott Nash Strader (little did I know he was my grandpa and would eventually start banging my ex), and the following years I fell in love with the Cowgirls From Hell; my mom and aunt.”
We can see her eyes smile along with her lips as she continues.
“I grew up loving this industry. I always felt an attachment for the business and lifestyle but little did I know it was because the sport ran through my veins like blood. Sitting with my dad as I got older watching wrestling, I knew one day I would take the chance and insert myself into this game. When I turned 18, I met my ex-girlfriend, Maxine Riggs, who is now known as Mad Max and is competing in a PH affiliate, Uprising Federation,” she says as we can hear the hurt in her voice when she talks about Max. “At that time, she was training with mom (my real mom, not my adoptive mom), and I began to train with them (both my mom and I oblivious that we were mother and daughter), but I didn’t make my debut in the ring until last year at Unbreakable Resolution.”
And that fucker Knox betrayed me in the abandoned town of St. Elmo. Jerk.
“Now, I probably didn’t stand a chance anyway as it was quite stacked as far as competitors go, but I still did better than I thought I would. I am still wet behind the ears, but I try to learn from each situation. That could mean a match in the ring or trying to figure where Arik Holt hides the large whiteboard that needs frickin’ wheels to move around!” she exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air and her green eyes wide in exaggerated wonder. “I guess what I am trying to say is, is that you and I, Kasey? We are very similar in backgrounds, in a sense. We both lost our adoptive parents; you much younger than me, though. We both grew up loving this sport. We both have something to prove, with yours being in the twilight of your career, and mine is just starting.”
Our young fourth-generation talent stops with thought and takes a few seconds to put her words together.
“The one other thing we have in common is that neither one of our resumes even compare to that of Jason Long. I mean, have you seen this motherfuckers background?” she stops herself and lets out a little huff and puff. “Sorry, that Julius is a bad influence! Anyway, what was I saying? Oh right! Yeah, neither one of us compare (on paper anyway) to the,” she throws up the air-quotes, “the King,” and they are replaced with a shit-eating grin smile, “of professional wrestling, or something like that. From what I can tell, you would be the betting odds favourite in Vegas, no question. Kasey with the next best odds cause she has been impressive outside a couple of losses, plus she recovered from an injury from one of those losses to boot! Then me as the underdog,” she says, nodding her in agreement because she knows she is. She isn’t stupid. “However, the odds? Screw the odds. I don’t care about odds; I care about learning. Learning everything I possibly can from this industry through watching or being in matches. Watching or doing backstage interviews, and even do these promotional videos with a stoned cameraman who has an affinity for opiates and redheaded hookers or via my iPhone,” she says with a shrug and a sweet smile. It was Crystal Meth and blonde hookers 6 years ago, so… progress?
‘New Orleans is Sinking’ by The Tragically Hip starts to play over the radio, meaning she must have it set to an FM station in Canada with apparent Canadian content. Plus, this was old music, and it was strange Victoria hadn’t changed it yet, but weirder things are happening in the world right now.
“What I am trying to say in a roundabout sort of way is this; don’t underestimate me. In turn, I won’t be underestimating either of you. You both have quite the amount of accolades to your name already, and I have a looming beast over my shoulder in the form of my last name and all it carries. I plan to give the match my every last little bit of my being, and I am going to learn from two of the best in this company and business have to offer, but don’t let my student mentality coming into this match make you either of you think I will be a cakewalk. I won’t be. It would be a shame if you did and I ended up walking with my first win over two heavyweights in name recognition.”
“See you both in six days, and to quote to my Aunt Meeks and momma bear…”
“Shhh… do you hear that?”
With that, our scene fades on the sweet face that has turned into sneer as the Fallout logo appears, followed by the crest of Project: Honor.
Redwood City, California
January 6th, 2021
The holidays were so much fun having mom, Dustin, Aunt Tamika, Uncle Simon, the kids and Uncle John to celebrate Christmas!
It had been her first Christmas and New Years’ with the Strader clan (and the good times were still on her mind), and as she figured out relatively quickly, there is always some type of drama within the family, which was no different last or even this year. It was no secret Scott Nash Strader was a son of a bitch who caused his family (mostly his kids) unnecessary pain. Victoria had grown fond of her grandfather, but that quickly turned to a feeling of hatred when she found out her girlfriend had been sleeping with him. The old man had broken her heart, but luckily she had her mom, aunt, and uncle, with the latter being who she now lived with.
Uncle John looked so cute in his Santa toque. I should show Lillie Saint a picture of that when she comes for her motorcycle lessons.
Victoria stood in line waiting to order Vanilla Frappuccino Latte venti like one of the new age hipster douchebags would order. Still, it’s ok because she wasn’t asking for pumpkin spice lattes as the basic bitches do. After grabbing her latte with the name ‘Vanessa’ written in magic marker on the side, she sat down at a corner table at the Starbucks’ front window. There she could watch the passersby as she studied her opponents on the Fallout brand’s debut show on her MacBook. She placed the bag she retrieved it from setting it behind the screen of the laptop. Her fingers go like mad as she types search options.
Alright, so Jason Long and Kasey Winterborn… maybe I should look at Project: Honor’s website!
Tapping away on her keyboard, she brings up the Project: Honor website and brings up Jason Long’s profile set up for the fans to get to know the man, browse and buy his merchandise. She takes a sip of her Latte with her right hand as her eyes are wide, which seems accentuated with her hair pulled back tight in a ponytail studying the information in front of her. Her eyes move left to right and down as she reads it to herself.
Ok, Vee… Jason Long is an Irish boy, just a couple of years younger than me. He says he’s 5’11, but that’s for dating purposes, I guess, cause he looks 5’7”. Hmm, I can relate to name changing and leaving a piece of yourself behind. Holy motherduck! It says he has a known move set of fifty-six in total! Glad I have been sparring with my Uncle and with Lillie… Oh, I hope Uncle John doesn’t fuck that up… Hey! Victoria! The task at hand!
The young Strader gives her head a shake as she takes another sip of her latte. She tilts her head to the left a bit and scratches her left shoulder with her right hand, and a light pink turtleneck shirt clothes it.
Alrighty, so Kasey… I know she faced Dickie for the Grand title or something, lost, hurt her elbow and was gone awhile…
She pulls another sip of her Latte as her eyes dart across the screen.
Alright, so she is a couple of years older than Uncle John, five foot six and one hundred twenty pounds; she is a little dynamo, it looks like! Lil’Petey has zero chance, man. I mean, that guy is why I meet such beautiful women on Bumble. Vic, focus! Ok, so that’s like sixty percent fewer moves than the wrestler formerly known as Maverick, so that’s nice! Hmmm… it looks like the key to her is slowing down the pace of the match. She’s like Knuckles from those old Sega games!! Oh Mylanta! I am hilarious!
She keeps reading through the information and is surprised at how much she had in common with Lil’Petey’s thirst trap. She finishes up her drink, closes her MacBook and puts it in the beige satchel she brought it in and slings that over her shoulder. She walks outside and approaches a Harley Davidson Sportster with purple fenders and sissy bar with the Evil Pie-Man and Strawberry Shortcake airbrushed on the teardrop style gas tank. She lifts her Skid Lid Flat purple half helmet off the sissy bar and puts it on, clasping it locked under her chin. She steps over the bike, stands it up straight, kicking back the kickstand up. She puts the key in the ignition and hits the start with her thumb as the 1000cc engine roars to life.
72 Eldorado Avenue
London, Ontario Canada
January 22nd, 2021
This must be some kind of bad dream!
Victoria sat in the living room of the house her adoptive parents raised her in, which was now hers as per their will. Sitting beside her on that couch was the former PWA play by play commentator, Cara Townsend. That young woman just blew Victoria’s mind, and even with this family’s history, that was impressive to do. They sat along the beige painted back wall for the purpose to look out onto the street through the house’s big bay window in the front. Victoria was in a pair of black Lulu Lemons, a Queen Vee hoodie she got from the PH’s merch department, and her hair is pulled back into a ponytail. Cara is dressed the way Victoria’s mother dresses: blue jeans that are boot cut, black leather belt with a silver belt buckle, a white blouse that is tucked in, but the top few buttons are left open, her wavy black hair falls over her shoulders, and icy blue eyes that are watching the green ones looking at her.
“I’m sorry, Cara, can you start from the beginning?” the daughter of Meghan Strader asks as she moves her phone closer to Cara.
“Of course, so like I told you, my parents, well I should say who I thought was my parents, about a year ago told me that I was adopted. But it wasn’t legal from what I found out when I tried finding out who my birth parents were, because they ordered the birth certificate, so when I confronted them, they told me it wasn’t a legal adoption.”
“That’s when they told you that they bought you, is that right?”
“Wait, you were fucking bought?” the phone line crackled at the same the swear from John came out when hearing the word ‘bought.’
“Uncle John, let her finish; it’s not done being crazy,” a forewarning tone came out of Victoria with her reply. John seemed to pick up on that and quieted himself.
“Yeah, it gets a lot crazier… so yeah. Apparently, on August 24th, 2000, my mom gave birth to a stillborn female fetus and was heartbroken. He was outside St Josephs Hospital in London, having a smoke out front, when this massive biker approached, asking if he had an extra cigarette. They got to talking, and my dad told this guy what had happened. The biker told him his daughter had been just given birth to twin girls, but she didn’t know yet because she passed out from delivering the babies, and the ultrasounds had only shown one child, so she was oblivious. She was giving the baby up for adoption so that she wouldn’t know the difference if he gave one to my dad,” her voice trailing off slightly.
Oh, Uncle John, what are we going to do? I wonder if he knows?
“Let me guess, the big biker wasn’t just giving him the kid,” he doesn’t even bother forming that into a question as he had a pretty good idea what Cara was going to say next.
Hmmm, maybe?
“No, my dad ended up paying him five thousand dollars for me, and they left the hospital immediately, and the record of the stillborn baby was suddenly gone, and I was the baby they gave birth to, which is not true at all. My dad was afraid the doctors would snitch on the biker. Still, he told him the doctors weren’t going to say anything about anything and being giving the little wrist band with their name on it convinced him,” she said as she looked up at Victoria, who still looks floored even though she had heard this already.
“Did your adoptive parents remember if the big biker belonged to a Motorcycle Club?”
Well, if he didn’t, he’s putting the pieces together now.
“Yeah, it had a Washington bottom patch and was the Bandido’s MC.”
The silence lasted for a moment before John spoke again.
“His name was Scott Nash, wasn’t it?”
Oh right, mom didn’t find out she and grandpa were Strader’s until 2005. Nash was the surname of the adoptive family who bought grandpa as a baby. Wow, history repeating itself…
“It was, yes. My mom is Meghan Kelser.”
“Mom had two sets of twins; what are the odds?”
“Ok, let’s say this is all true like you say it is; how do we know for sure, how can we trust you?” John asked, not trying to be insensitive, but the Strader family was well off, plus they had a mile-long list of enemies in high and in low places. Still, Meghan was very wealthy through a hip hop recording label, green energy in California, and of course, lucrative wrestling contracts over the years. Hence, she was quite wealthy, and the richest in the whole family as an individual.
He really does love my mom; he’s looking out for her. I better tell him why I believe she is my sister. Twin sister! What in the actual fu- - -
“Well, we have the same blood type of AB negative, which is rare, and while Cara was doing the play-by-play work at the PWA Dome in St. Louis, she swiped mom and Aunt Tamika’s toothbrushes and ran a test. I am looking at the results right now,” she says to her uncle, looking up at her twin sister, giving her a reassuring smile of acceptance.
Well, I always did want a sibling closer to my age. Little Lizzie and Clay are great, but the conversation is limited, to say the least, at just over a year old.
“Fucking old man. Fuck. Don’t tell your mother, I will. I’ll call her later.”
“Shouldn’t we wait and tell her in person?” she asked, looking at Victoria for approval.
“No, Uncle John is right, Cara. If you know, there is a good chance so does our grandfather. We cannot let him get the upper hand on this. I know it sucks, but Aunt Tamika should be there, and even if she isn’t, mom will be mad if we keep this from her for even a second,” she says, trying to explain her reasoning to her sister.
“Plus, it gives her a few days to calm down because she is over in England for the supershow because I wouldn’t be surprised if would pull a gun on the old man. Alright, I’ve got to go meet up with Lillie for brunch, but I will talk to you both later. Love you, Vic, and Cara I look forward to getting to know you better but know when Meghan is back, we are doing a legit blood test.”
“You too, Uncz.”
“Yes, of course!”
Victoria reaches for her phone off the antique stained coffee table and closes the screen, putting her phone into the small purple handbag in her lap. Victoria and Cara sit in silence for a few moments before Cara breaks it.
“He seems nice!” she says with a sort of energy to indicate she is interested in getting to know the family.
He’s the best, but I am his favourite, so don’t even try it!
“Oh yeah, Uncle John is great. You know Mom and Aunt Meekz from working in the PWA?” she asked, tilting her head to the right slightly.
“Well, more so Tamika as she was always around when we were taping shows, but yeah, Meghan would come around sometimes, and she was always really nice,” she said with a smile. Victoria seemed to believe that Cara was a sincere young woman.
She seems nice. I really hope we can trust her. I don’t know if I could handle another betrayal by family.
The Strader sisters spent the rest of the morning sitting in Victoria’s childhood home, starting down the long road of building a sisterly relationship like perhaps the one Meghan had with Tamika, but even that had to start somewhere.
Later that day…
When Victoria landed in London at the airport, she wasn’t expecting to hear what she did from the PWA’s commentary teams play-by-play in Cara Townsend. She got the call from Cara on the 20th to see when Vic would be heading to Canada since her match on Fallout was scheduled for Centre-Bell in Montreal. Since she had no plans to freeze her butt off up in Winnipeg and London was only six and a half hours or so away from the island in Quebec if she wanted to drive, so she decided to spend the week there before heading to the event. Getting the house in order hadn’t gotten done as she hadn’t been there since the reading the will of her adoptive parents two years ago.
What a trip, I still can’t believe I have a twin sister. At least we aren’t identical cause if that was the case, this would surely turn into a storyline from Days of Our Lives with the evil twin trying to take my spot in the family! She looks so much like mom…
Victoria is in the house’s carport, taking the tarp off the car in the sheltered area. It’s Meghan’s 1998 LS1 Corvette V8 Silver Pontiac Trans Am, as Victoria told her mom to park it at the house after the Cowgirls From Hell had made their Revolution1 Wrestling debut in Toronto. Her mom didn’t want to drive it back down to Texas right away because she had the move to California on her plate. Victoria was also happy her mom had put the Ice tires on it as she got into the car, the heavy door closing with ease. It didn’t get driven in the winter a lot, but Meghan always made sure it was undercoated, and Canadian winter safe tires were on it. Vic was still dressed the same as earlier but had a puffy pink spring jacket on as it was above freezing and not too cold. She hops in the car and turns it on.
Varooooom!
Wow, this car is older than me, and it sounds brand new. Mom looked after this car!
Meghan didn’t have a mother growing up, but you could say that Scott’s current wife (yeah, she is still with him even though he’s bedding Vic’s ex, Mad Max), Amy Lee Straten, was like a mother to her. Amy gave her this car on her Sweet Sixteen, and its been cherished ever since.
Hmm, maybe I should get this promo out of the way so I can focus at the gym. I need to take my mind off Cara for a little while anyway…
The youngest Strader sees her mom set up a wireless dock to charge her iPhone just above where the radio would be facing the driver seat just right, so she put her phone in it, sets the video camera up and flips around the camera to see herself.
Start Broadcast
Our scene opens up inside the teenage years’ car of Meghan Nash Strader with her very own daughter behind the wheel, waiting for it to warm on the chilly winter day, and we can hear ‘Subdivisions’ by RUSH playing over the radio, but it wasn’t too loud. She has a big pearly white smile for us that’s accentuated by her hair being pulled back into a tight ponytail. She unzips her jacket to reveal a black Queen Vee hoodie, and her smile gets bigger.
“Ok, so like I know for some of you merchandise is no big deal you have head it forever blah blah BLAH!” she exclaims loud enough to catch that it was too loud, and give us a shrug whoops face combo. “But I am not you, and this is my second ever career match, and I just got this kickass warm and comfy hoodie from the merch department, so I am representing my brand, motherfuckers! Oops, I am sorry, Julius Fairweather is rubbing off on me,” she says with a suggestive wink. “Naw, I am just teasin’, he doesn’t float my boat, he’s just my new ‘stripper going’ buddy!” that smile on her face couldn’t get any bigger with revealing a glimpse of her personal life.
“Anyway! I am super excited to make my television debut next Thursday on AMC’s PH: Fallout. I am super stoked about getting signed to a new deal, which is even better than the one Uncle John had torn up when he got drafted to Proving Ground!” her green eyes tell us for sure that she is as excited as she sounds. “I have some pretty stiff competition next Thursday on the debut episode of Fallout on top of that! Jason Long, aka The Man Known as Mav and the woman that is the apple of Lil’Petey eye: Kasey Winterborn!”
“So first off, I really don’t know much about either competitor, and I am willing to bet Lil’Petey’s lil’scrotum that they don’t know much about me either! So how about a wee bit of a history lesson! Alright, so my full name is Victoria Marie Strader, and I was born on August 24th, 2000, to a monster named Ryan Stillwater and a courageous young woman: the infamous Meghan Kelser, aka Meghan Nash Strader. Like you, Kasey, I was raised by adoptive parents, although I was 18, not 6 when a car crash took them from this world; however, I was lucky enough to find my mother, aunt and my awesome sauce Uncle, John Nash Strader.”
“I also have, like you, always loved this business. I remember being about six or seven, and my adoptive dad would set me down on his lap to watch some good ol’wrazzlin he used to say with a horrible southern accent. We would watch Wednesday Night Chaos and Friday Night Rampage, the PWA’s flagship shows. That is when I first started cheering for Scott Nash Strader (little did I know he was my grandpa and would eventually start banging my ex), and the following years I fell in love with the Cowgirls From Hell; my mom and aunt.”
We can see her eyes smile along with her lips as she continues.
“I grew up loving this industry. I always felt an attachment for the business and lifestyle but little did I know it was because the sport ran through my veins like blood. Sitting with my dad as I got older watching wrestling, I knew one day I would take the chance and insert myself into this game. When I turned 18, I met my ex-girlfriend, Maxine Riggs, who is now known as Mad Max and is competing in a PH affiliate, Uprising Federation,” she says as we can hear the hurt in her voice when she talks about Max. “At that time, she was training with mom (my real mom, not my adoptive mom), and I began to train with them (both my mom and I oblivious that we were mother and daughter), but I didn’t make my debut in the ring until last year at Unbreakable Resolution.”
And that fucker Knox betrayed me in the abandoned town of St. Elmo. Jerk.
“Now, I probably didn’t stand a chance anyway as it was quite stacked as far as competitors go, but I still did better than I thought I would. I am still wet behind the ears, but I try to learn from each situation. That could mean a match in the ring or trying to figure where Arik Holt hides the large whiteboard that needs frickin’ wheels to move around!” she exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air and her green eyes wide in exaggerated wonder. “I guess what I am trying to say is, is that you and I, Kasey? We are very similar in backgrounds, in a sense. We both lost our adoptive parents; you much younger than me, though. We both grew up loving this sport. We both have something to prove, with yours being in the twilight of your career, and mine is just starting.”
Our young fourth-generation talent stops with thought and takes a few seconds to put her words together.
“The one other thing we have in common is that neither one of our resumes even compare to that of Jason Long. I mean, have you seen this motherfuckers background?” she stops herself and lets out a little huff and puff. “Sorry, that Julius is a bad influence! Anyway, what was I saying? Oh right! Yeah, neither one of us compare (on paper anyway) to the,” she throws up the air-quotes, “the King,” and they are replaced with a shit-eating grin smile, “of professional wrestling, or something like that. From what I can tell, you would be the betting odds favourite in Vegas, no question. Kasey with the next best odds cause she has been impressive outside a couple of losses, plus she recovered from an injury from one of those losses to boot! Then me as the underdog,” she says, nodding her in agreement because she knows she is. She isn’t stupid. “However, the odds? Screw the odds. I don’t care about odds; I care about learning. Learning everything I possibly can from this industry through watching or being in matches. Watching or doing backstage interviews, and even do these promotional videos with a stoned cameraman who has an affinity for opiates and redheaded hookers or via my iPhone,” she says with a shrug and a sweet smile. It was Crystal Meth and blonde hookers 6 years ago, so… progress?
‘New Orleans is Sinking’ by The Tragically Hip starts to play over the radio, meaning she must have it set to an FM station in Canada with apparent Canadian content. Plus, this was old music, and it was strange Victoria hadn’t changed it yet, but weirder things are happening in the world right now.
“What I am trying to say in a roundabout sort of way is this; don’t underestimate me. In turn, I won’t be underestimating either of you. You both have quite the amount of accolades to your name already, and I have a looming beast over my shoulder in the form of my last name and all it carries. I plan to give the match my every last little bit of my being, and I am going to learn from two of the best in this company and business have to offer, but don’t let my student mentality coming into this match make you either of you think I will be a cakewalk. I won’t be. It would be a shame if you did and I ended up walking with my first win over two heavyweights in name recognition.”
“See you both in six days, and to quote to my Aunt Meeks and momma bear…”
“Shhh… do you hear that?”
With that, our scene fades on the sweet face that has turned into sneer as the Fallout logo appears, followed by the crest of Project: Honor.
