Post by cfh on Aug 2, 2021 22:10:32 GMT -5
OOC: Just a note, first part is off camera and took place before the Rebirth Pre Show. Oh, and the green text is them speaking in unison.
Cara stepped out of the ‘No Frills’ grocery store into the humidness of Grand Bend, Ontario, with a heatwave stretching from the coast of the Pacific to the coast of the Atlantic. The heat doesn’t bother Cara, but the heaviness of the humidity had her instantly sweating, and her dark brunette hair wanted to frizz out. Her gorgeous yellow sundress hugs the curves of her body as the sound of a horn grabs her attention; she must not be stoned yet. She looks to her right to see the silver 1998 Pontiac Trans Am that her mom had given Victoria and a smile crosses her face as she can see the blonde ponytail from fifty feet away. Cara walks (but with a natural strut that she must’ve gotten from her ‘mamabear’) as she opens the door and slides into the cool air inside the old muscle car. Victoria and Cara hug, kissing each other on the cheek. Victoria is dressed very similarly to her sister, but her sundress was pink with a floral pattern. A Billy Talent playlist is on repeat on Victoria’s Spotify.
“Oh, thank god you were here; it’s disgusting outside,” Cara says with a pant. “Glad you left the T-Roof in and went for the AC.”
“Haha, well, it’s gross outside, plus, I wasn’t going to let your butt sweat into my leather seats,” Victoria responds to Cara’s praise. “Get everything?”
Cara nods as she pulls out two Monsters and hands one over to Victoria. Both girls were health-conscious, but like their generation, they overly enjoyed energy drinks.
“Ah, awesome! What about dinner and dessert?”
“I grabbed us a ready-cooked Chicken and a 20 oz ribeye for Uncle John! I hope he has a BBQ at the crib!”
John Strader had been missing in action since Night 3 of WrestleWorld’s Arcadia when he blew out his right knee after blowing out his left a couple of weeks before that in a match against Bruce McLeod. However, Tamika had come back up to Canada and tracked him down to a condo right on Lake Huron that overlooked the Great Lake he bought a couple of years ago. He was not in good shape, and while there was a break in filming of the Television series Victoria had been cast in, she figured she should come up and see him. Cara came along for the ride as their Step Father, Dustin Kelser, was visiting their mom, and even though Cara stayed in an AirStream trailer, she could still hear them loving each other. At no matter the age, the idea of attending a parent have sex makes anyone shudder.
“Yeah, he does. Just prepare yourself before we walk in,” Victoria says in warning her fraternal twin. Tamika had given Victoria a heads up about John, who seemed to be eating handfuls of Flexeril muscle relaxers with hydrocodone and other opiates washed down with Gibson’s Finest Whiskey quite frequently.
“He’s that bad?”
“Yeah, he is. You’ll see. I know Auntie Tee wanted to be here, but she has to stay with mom with the court order.” As well as things were starting to go with the business and the family with the Cowgirls being the reigning Revolution1 Wrestling Tag Team Champions, and the very likely possibility they will be taking on the Brother’s Busch to become the inaugural Trios Champions, it was hard to look forward when the matriarch of the family was facing murder charges of her father.
“Yeah, apparently CFH is booked for Revo1’s Rebirth II against Anya Coyle and Kai Morgan, but it doesn’t say which members,” she trails off as Victoria picks up on the thought running through Cara’s head.
“It should be you and Auntie Tee, but you think mom is going to violate and show up,” a sigh escapes Victoria’s lips as she doesn’t bother phrasing it as a question. “I hope that’s not the case. Have you talked to her about it?” Cara shakes her head no as she reaches into her small green strappy purse and pulls out her little black vape filled with THC goodness.
Cara takes a deep drag before adding on with a strained voice holding in the vapour of THC, “Every time I bring it up, she changes the subject to how Uprising is just the first step of the families resurgence in the industry,” the last words almost lost in the exhale of vapour. Victoria shakes her head slightly as she comes up to the left turn at a four-corner street light and makes her left hand turn on the advance green signal.
The girls slowly cruise down the main drag heading towards the beach, sitting on Lake Huron in Ontario, Canada. After a few minutes, the girls are out in the disgusting heat walking up to the seven-storey building filled with condos. They reach the top floor, and Victoria unlocks the door with the keys that John had given her. They walk in, looking around for their uncle, but to their surprise, he isn’t even home. Cara doesn’t think much of it as she isn’t as close to him as Victoria is. The two of them had a deep uncle/niece bond, and she knew it wasn’t good that he wasn’t here, but she didn’t want to worry Cara.
“Where is he?” Cara asks as she plops down on an oversized hunter-green fabric couch and puts her sandal clad feet up on the glass table in front of her. Victoria sits beside her after putting away the few groceries Cara had picked up and shrugged at her. The brunette sister offers the blonde ponytail her vape, but Victoria just holds her palm up and shakes her head.
“Where are you, Uncz?” the blonde Strader thinks to herself.
Victoria Strader’s House
London, Ontario Canada
August 1st, 2021
Our scene opens up in the basement of the childhood home of Victoria Strader, which seems to have been fashioned to resemble the basement of the one and only Wayne Campbell of Aurora, Illinois, that could be seen on Public Access television in the Saturday Night Live Expanded Universe because everything else has its own universe, why can’t they? Anyway, Cara is dressed like the Mike Myers character Wayne Campbell, including a black hat that says Cara’s World, a black plain t-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her fraternal twin Victoria is dressed like Dana Carvey’s Garth Algar with her hair frizzed out and bangs, a blue and white flannel button-up shirt undone that covers an old Aerosmith t-shirt and, of course, black-rimmed eyeglasses. The old school Wayne’s World theme starts to play, but the words have changed slightly as the girls begin to sing off-key. Cara even strums along on a white Fender Stratocaster like Wayne’s.
“Cara’s World, Cara’s World, party timeeeee, excellennnnnnntttttt,” belts out of the sisters Straders mouths as the song winds down. Cara puts down the guitar and curls her hair behind her ears like Wayne, and Victoria smiles as a beaver would.
“Welcome to Cara’s World, here in my sister's basement ‘live,’” she says, throwing up her fingers in air quotes, “from London, Ontario, Canada on a Sunday Night!” Cara smiles as Victoria runs her hands down the top of her thighs multiple times in the perfect Dana Carvey awkwardness. “So tonight we have quite the show for you, don’t we, Lady Vee?”
“QUITE the show! Party on, Cara!!!” Victoria exclaims.
“Party on, Vee-Bag!” she throws and can see the annoyed glare in Victoria’s from behind the prop glasses she is wearing. “Alright! It’s summer, right? More specifically, it’s August, and just like the world seems to be, wrasslin’ is as hot as it’s ever been! So we are going to count down the five hottest wrassler’s today! Excellent!”
Victoria reaches behind the couch she is sitting upon and pulls out a board with Cara and Victoria’s Top Five Hottest Wrassler’s and uses her right knee as a base to stand it up.
“Excellent! So, Victoria, who is in at the number 5 spot?”
“At number ten, we have our Auntie Tee-Bags thirst trap, Samantha Tolson of Uprising, 5BW, and some others probably”, she says, pulling the tag away to reveal the name. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but SCHAWINNNG!” she says, lifting her pelvis much like the duo did that they are imitating.
“You are right, Vee; she is a total babe! Alright, cool party on! Who’s number 4?”
Victoria pulls out the tag revealing their next pick.
“Lissie Hope schawings in at number 4! Surprised she didn’t end up higher!”
“She would’ve if mom made this.”
“If mamabear made this, it would be only Lissie and Bruce McLeod two times each and once tied! Let's see who's next!”
“Up next at number 3, we have Revolution1’s own Kylie Richards!” this causes both girls to perform a duo-schwing.
“You are right; Kylie is a total babe! Alright, who’s in at number 2?!”
Vee raises her eyebrows and gives an almost disgusted look because the next person she looks up to is like a formerly drug-addicted big brother.
“My good buddy, Matthew Knox,” she is in a disturbed tone. Cara looks outraged!
“Number two?! Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt! He’s totally number one!” she yells pretty loudly. “There must be some kind of mistake!”
“Nope, he came in at number 2,” she says with a smirk at the obvious poop joke. “Are you ready for number one?"
“Who wrote this list?!”
“Umm, we did.”
Cara stops, and mouths ‘oh right’. She shrugs. “Party on then! And who came in at number one?”
A drum roll track plays for us watching and in the basement doing its best job at cosplaying Wayne’s basement.
“And the number one hottest wrassler in the business today… ATARA THEMIS!”
Both girls give us their ‘SCHAWINGS’.
“Atty is a total babe! I just love her constant thirsting for the GOAT, James Raven,” Cara says with a nod of approval. “James should’ve been on the list.”
“Not only that, but she kicks the same amount of ass that she thirsts. That’s just plain’ol remarkable! She knows how to PARTY ON, CARA!”
“Party on VEE!”
Victoria takes the list and places it to her left on the couch.
“You know who isn’t any of these top-notch hot wrasslers?” she asks her blonde sister.
“Jalen Prince?”
“Party on! That is absolutely correct! I mean, who does this guy think he is? I mean, we already have enough weirdos in this business, and this guy comes in pointing out all the debauchery that happens in our profession that has been pointed out by countless others and thinks he’s special? Dude, my buddy Bertcules could wipe the floor with him like he has been most of his competition the past couple of months!”
“He probably thinks he’s providing people a service, the influence to embrace our inner darkness,” Victoria points out thoughtfully.
“Maybe, but that gimmick has been done by worse AND by way better. Come Legacy on Tuesday night, live from The Bluegrass State; I will show this schmuck why mamabear chose me to be her fill-in for Revolution! Wrestling. I am going to wallop him so bad his grandma is gonna spit out a broken false tooth,” the words leave her sneering lips in the same fashion as the Strader’s before her. Cara looks into the camera as she pulls out a rather large spliff and lights it up. She takes a deep drag as she exhales a few smoke circles before sending a stream of exhaled marijuana through them.
“Just like Daddy Knox did in the Roth Invitational, I am going to spank his ass and make him call me Papi.”
Victoria shakes her head and chuckles as the scene fades to a promotional video for the cross-brand shakeup.
Cara stepped out of the ‘No Frills’ grocery store into the humidness of Grand Bend, Ontario, with a heatwave stretching from the coast of the Pacific to the coast of the Atlantic. The heat doesn’t bother Cara, but the heaviness of the humidity had her instantly sweating, and her dark brunette hair wanted to frizz out. Her gorgeous yellow sundress hugs the curves of her body as the sound of a horn grabs her attention; she must not be stoned yet. She looks to her right to see the silver 1998 Pontiac Trans Am that her mom had given Victoria and a smile crosses her face as she can see the blonde ponytail from fifty feet away. Cara walks (but with a natural strut that she must’ve gotten from her ‘mamabear’) as she opens the door and slides into the cool air inside the old muscle car. Victoria and Cara hug, kissing each other on the cheek. Victoria is dressed very similarly to her sister, but her sundress was pink with a floral pattern. A Billy Talent playlist is on repeat on Victoria’s Spotify.
“Oh, thank god you were here; it’s disgusting outside,” Cara says with a pant. “Glad you left the T-Roof in and went for the AC.”
“Haha, well, it’s gross outside, plus, I wasn’t going to let your butt sweat into my leather seats,” Victoria responds to Cara’s praise. “Get everything?”
Cara nods as she pulls out two Monsters and hands one over to Victoria. Both girls were health-conscious, but like their generation, they overly enjoyed energy drinks.
“Ah, awesome! What about dinner and dessert?”
“I grabbed us a ready-cooked Chicken and a 20 oz ribeye for Uncle John! I hope he has a BBQ at the crib!”
John Strader had been missing in action since Night 3 of WrestleWorld’s Arcadia when he blew out his right knee after blowing out his left a couple of weeks before that in a match against Bruce McLeod. However, Tamika had come back up to Canada and tracked him down to a condo right on Lake Huron that overlooked the Great Lake he bought a couple of years ago. He was not in good shape, and while there was a break in filming of the Television series Victoria had been cast in, she figured she should come up and see him. Cara came along for the ride as their Step Father, Dustin Kelser, was visiting their mom, and even though Cara stayed in an AirStream trailer, she could still hear them loving each other. At no matter the age, the idea of attending a parent have sex makes anyone shudder.
“Yeah, he does. Just prepare yourself before we walk in,” Victoria says in warning her fraternal twin. Tamika had given Victoria a heads up about John, who seemed to be eating handfuls of Flexeril muscle relaxers with hydrocodone and other opiates washed down with Gibson’s Finest Whiskey quite frequently.
“He’s that bad?”
“Yeah, he is. You’ll see. I know Auntie Tee wanted to be here, but she has to stay with mom with the court order.” As well as things were starting to go with the business and the family with the Cowgirls being the reigning Revolution1 Wrestling Tag Team Champions, and the very likely possibility they will be taking on the Brother’s Busch to become the inaugural Trios Champions, it was hard to look forward when the matriarch of the family was facing murder charges of her father.
“Yeah, apparently CFH is booked for Revo1’s Rebirth II against Anya Coyle and Kai Morgan, but it doesn’t say which members,” she trails off as Victoria picks up on the thought running through Cara’s head.
“It should be you and Auntie Tee, but you think mom is going to violate and show up,” a sigh escapes Victoria’s lips as she doesn’t bother phrasing it as a question. “I hope that’s not the case. Have you talked to her about it?” Cara shakes her head no as she reaches into her small green strappy purse and pulls out her little black vape filled with THC goodness.
Cara takes a deep drag before adding on with a strained voice holding in the vapour of THC, “Every time I bring it up, she changes the subject to how Uprising is just the first step of the families resurgence in the industry,” the last words almost lost in the exhale of vapour. Victoria shakes her head slightly as she comes up to the left turn at a four-corner street light and makes her left hand turn on the advance green signal.
The girls slowly cruise down the main drag heading towards the beach, sitting on Lake Huron in Ontario, Canada. After a few minutes, the girls are out in the disgusting heat walking up to the seven-storey building filled with condos. They reach the top floor, and Victoria unlocks the door with the keys that John had given her. They walk in, looking around for their uncle, but to their surprise, he isn’t even home. Cara doesn’t think much of it as she isn’t as close to him as Victoria is. The two of them had a deep uncle/niece bond, and she knew it wasn’t good that he wasn’t here, but she didn’t want to worry Cara.
“Where is he?” Cara asks as she plops down on an oversized hunter-green fabric couch and puts her sandal clad feet up on the glass table in front of her. Victoria sits beside her after putting away the few groceries Cara had picked up and shrugged at her. The brunette sister offers the blonde ponytail her vape, but Victoria just holds her palm up and shakes her head.
“Where are you, Uncz?” the blonde Strader thinks to herself.
Victoria Strader’s House
London, Ontario Canada
August 1st, 2021
Our scene opens up in the basement of the childhood home of Victoria Strader, which seems to have been fashioned to resemble the basement of the one and only Wayne Campbell of Aurora, Illinois, that could be seen on Public Access television in the Saturday Night Live Expanded Universe because everything else has its own universe, why can’t they? Anyway, Cara is dressed like the Mike Myers character Wayne Campbell, including a black hat that says Cara’s World, a black plain t-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her fraternal twin Victoria is dressed like Dana Carvey’s Garth Algar with her hair frizzed out and bangs, a blue and white flannel button-up shirt undone that covers an old Aerosmith t-shirt and, of course, black-rimmed eyeglasses. The old school Wayne’s World theme starts to play, but the words have changed slightly as the girls begin to sing off-key. Cara even strums along on a white Fender Stratocaster like Wayne’s.
“Cara’s World, Cara’s World, party timeeeee, excellennnnnnntttttt,” belts out of the sisters Straders mouths as the song winds down. Cara puts down the guitar and curls her hair behind her ears like Wayne, and Victoria smiles as a beaver would.
“Welcome to Cara’s World, here in my sister's basement ‘live,’” she says, throwing up her fingers in air quotes, “from London, Ontario, Canada on a Sunday Night!” Cara smiles as Victoria runs her hands down the top of her thighs multiple times in the perfect Dana Carvey awkwardness. “So tonight we have quite the show for you, don’t we, Lady Vee?”
“QUITE the show! Party on, Cara!!!” Victoria exclaims.
“Party on, Vee-Bag!” she throws and can see the annoyed glare in Victoria’s from behind the prop glasses she is wearing. “Alright! It’s summer, right? More specifically, it’s August, and just like the world seems to be, wrasslin’ is as hot as it’s ever been! So we are going to count down the five hottest wrassler’s today! Excellent!”
Victoria reaches behind the couch she is sitting upon and pulls out a board with Cara and Victoria’s Top Five Hottest Wrassler’s and uses her right knee as a base to stand it up.
“Excellent! So, Victoria, who is in at the number 5 spot?”
“At number ten, we have our Auntie Tee-Bags thirst trap, Samantha Tolson of Uprising, 5BW, and some others probably”, she says, pulling the tag away to reveal the name. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but SCHAWINNNG!” she says, lifting her pelvis much like the duo did that they are imitating.
“You are right, Vee; she is a total babe! Alright, cool party on! Who’s number 4?”
Victoria pulls out the tag revealing their next pick.
“Lissie Hope schawings in at number 4! Surprised she didn’t end up higher!”
“She would’ve if mom made this.”
“If mamabear made this, it would be only Lissie and Bruce McLeod two times each and once tied! Let's see who's next!”
“Up next at number 3, we have Revolution1’s own Kylie Richards!” this causes both girls to perform a duo-schwing.
“You are right; Kylie is a total babe! Alright, who’s in at number 2?!”
Vee raises her eyebrows and gives an almost disgusted look because the next person she looks up to is like a formerly drug-addicted big brother.
“My good buddy, Matthew Knox,” she is in a disturbed tone. Cara looks outraged!
“Number two?! Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt! He’s totally number one!” she yells pretty loudly. “There must be some kind of mistake!”
“Nope, he came in at number 2,” she says with a smirk at the obvious poop joke. “Are you ready for number one?"
“Who wrote this list?!”
“Umm, we did.”
Cara stops, and mouths ‘oh right’. She shrugs. “Party on then! And who came in at number one?”
A drum roll track plays for us watching and in the basement doing its best job at cosplaying Wayne’s basement.
“And the number one hottest wrassler in the business today… ATARA THEMIS!”
Both girls give us their ‘SCHAWINGS’.
“Atty is a total babe! I just love her constant thirsting for the GOAT, James Raven,” Cara says with a nod of approval. “James should’ve been on the list.”
“Not only that, but she kicks the same amount of ass that she thirsts. That’s just plain’ol remarkable! She knows how to PARTY ON, CARA!”
“Party on VEE!”
Victoria takes the list and places it to her left on the couch.
“You know who isn’t any of these top-notch hot wrasslers?” she asks her blonde sister.
“Jalen Prince?”
“Party on! That is absolutely correct! I mean, who does this guy think he is? I mean, we already have enough weirdos in this business, and this guy comes in pointing out all the debauchery that happens in our profession that has been pointed out by countless others and thinks he’s special? Dude, my buddy Bertcules could wipe the floor with him like he has been most of his competition the past couple of months!”
“He probably thinks he’s providing people a service, the influence to embrace our inner darkness,” Victoria points out thoughtfully.
“Maybe, but that gimmick has been done by worse AND by way better. Come Legacy on Tuesday night, live from The Bluegrass State; I will show this schmuck why mamabear chose me to be her fill-in for Revolution! Wrestling. I am going to wallop him so bad his grandma is gonna spit out a broken false tooth,” the words leave her sneering lips in the same fashion as the Strader’s before her. Cara looks into the camera as she pulls out a rather large spliff and lights it up. She takes a deep drag as she exhales a few smoke circles before sending a stream of exhaled marijuana through them.
“Just like Daddy Knox did in the Roth Invitational, I am going to spank his ass and make him call me Papi.”
Victoria shakes her head and chuckles as the scene fades to a promotional video for the cross-brand shakeup.