04-04-2024, 05:08 PM
Carebear Edibles
Houston, Texas
April 2nd, 2024
Cara Strader is a lot of things. She is promiscuous. She’s sex positive. She’s a fourth generation wrestler and was compared to the others in her family that came back or debuted, which was heavy for her. Her legendary tag team champion Aunt, now manager to both Cara and Veronica, went and won her first ever singles championship in all the years she was in the industry. Held it for One-hundred-and-twenty days. Her sister Veronica? Became OCW TransAtlantic Champion, making it the hottest title in the company with a record setting one hundred and seventy-six days run, making her the longest reigning champion of all time in OCW.
But Cara wasn’t a slouch. She came in as a Cowgirl From Hell in 2021, a year before Veronica or Victoria started wrestling competitively, and they went undefeated in trios and tag competition. Even their last match was a no contest. Cowgirls had it all but won until a debuting team was allowed to interfere, causing a No Contest. Meghan was a proud woman and just shook her head. Cowgirls exit stage right. But Cara was there for it all, learning from two women she idolized when just a kid. She still does.
Cara is a lot like her Aunt, Tamika Strader. Both are lighthearted, have a strange sense of humour, and they are loyal. It’s the default. Now, if you gave Tamika a lot of weed and made her a nymphomaniac. But it’s because of those things many people will doubt her or ignore the fact she was the Strader to bring a singles championship home since her grandfather. She also PWVs Spirit of the Fight Champion before a knee injury (that is all sorted out now). She’s no slouch.
It always circles back to two things: sex and weed. She gets shamed for both, but is loved by the industry, because all those people that have shamed have all ordered her edibles. Cara may just have missed a very lucrative career as a famous baker with her own hour on the Food Channel. Within a year, Cara was up two stores for a grand total of three. She shares her edible knowledge to the world. Rather pop six OxyContin and be irritable, thinking of your next dosage instead of eating a handful of Cola Bottle gummies that will meld the recliner to your rear end?
London, Ontario, Canada was her first location, followed by Montreal, Quebec, Canada and the newest store in Houston, Texas, USA. Cara was a savvy businesswoman, just like her mamabear. She is also twenty-three-years-old and her Auntie Teebag helped her handle the money and, of course, keeping Uncle Sam and War Criminals happy.
Like the rest of her family, Cara is a hard worker. While the family is well off, not one of them started well off outside of Lil’Scottie and were lower class in Meghan and Cara’s case. Even though Cara had inherited millions after Scott Nash Strader was killed.
Every grand kid got a seven-figure deposit when he was gone and Cara made two investments. Her edible bakeries and a laser tag franchise called Laser Quest. She spent a majority of her time as a kid. If you can’t find Cara anywhere, she’s at one of her businesses. Today, Cara was working at the edible shop, showing the staff how to work with overly seedy weed. So, in the uniform (for men, women and non-binary) are daisy dukes over top of some yoga pants, and “Carebear’s Edibles” cyan blue t-shirt, Cara stands at the blender with a pound of Jack Hare that is full of seeds.
“A’ight bruhs. Seedy weed blows. No one wants to smoke that shit. It tastes nasty and makes popping sounds that makes it taste even worse. Now, you don’t purposely buy seedy weed, but it’s great for my G-Squared’s Peanut Butter Cookies.”
“Umm, Care… who is G-Squared?”
“My Great Grandmother. My mamabear’s mamabear would be G-Unit, but she is dead.”
Cara shrugs and continues with her lesson.
“So you dump this bitch in the blender and you blitz the shit out of it. Then, you are gonna grab the sifty-majiggy, put it over the big ass bowl, and pour the blitzed danky-dank-dank and sift out all the stems and seed remnants. Just add a tablespoon of water to get that cookie batter consistency cuz the weed will dry that shit up, bruhs.”
“Thanks, boss!”
“Y’all got this. Imma start the Larry Tact shaped gummies.”
Cara pops in her ear buds and starts moving her hips to old school Britney.
“Hit me bruh one more time! UH!”
DING DING
Cara ignores the door chime as that is what the staff is for and opens the box of the custom trays to form the gelatin candy. Her little cousin, Tamika’s son Lil’Scottie, made the try with one of his many 3D printers. As Cara is whisking the gelatin into the sugar and THC infused water for the mixture, she hears a deep voice through the AirPods. She looks up at the counter and sees a tall blonde hair man, chiseled nose and cheekbones, and she immediately thinks…
“That is one ruggedly handsome bruh… he got that rizz.”
Cara saunters to the counter.
“What can we do for ya, bruh?”
The employee laughs and walks away.
“Yeah, I want to place an order for Matthew Knox edibles if possible.”
“Birdman has been discontinued, but the Larry Tact ones are much better anyway. What level of THC are you looking for?”
“What levels are there?”
“We range from ‘Oh man, I wanted Doritos, not Tostitos’ to ‘I believe I can fly’ and you can add some CBD to them as well.”
“Somewhere in between?”
“Ahh, ‘Ronnie Can’t Feel Her Face’ it is then, bruh!”
“Who’s Ronnie?”
“Oh, yeah, context. Uh, she’s my sista from another mista!”
“Wait, you are wrestlers, right? Strader family?”
Cara casually twirls a strand of hair that’s showing from under her solid cyan blue bandana, tilting her head with a small smile.
“Yeah, that’s us! We just signed with SCW.”
“Ew, SCW?”
“Naw bruh, not that one. Supreme Championship Wrestling!”
“Oh nice, might have to catch Breakdown.”
“Totes, bruh! So, how many gummies do you want?”
“Three dozen would be great. Do they come in any other shape than Larry Tact?”
“Imma have some of me and Cowgirls From Hell inspired ones in the coming weeks, but Larry is a super popular type.”
“Well, I’ll have to come back again. I’ll take the Larry Tact ones.”
“We’ll ring ya up when they be ready. Phone number?”
“Yeah, five one nine, six, seven, five, seventeen twelve.”
“Five one nine, that’s Ontario!”
“London.”
“No shit! That’s mine and Ronnie’s hometown! Well, most of us were born there!”
The man smiles and extends his hand.
“Jack Underwood.”
“Cara Strader, but people call me Carebear, bruh!”
Cara feels the excitement tingles and gets goosebumps shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Carebear. Look forward to your call.”
“Fo’shizzle!”
One of her employees, an alternative punk rocker girl, walks up beside Cara with her arms folded across her chest.
“He was cute, boss.”
“Bruh, Imma need a mop over here.”
“Ugh, gross boss, but coming right up. Peele, mop on aisle 69.”
The two laugh at their immaturity and Jack stands outside the store for a moment, looking at his phone screen that has a wallpaper of Cara with a disturbing smile.
“Step one, meet and greet is done. I’m going to love you like no one else.”
He walks away as the girls continue joking inside the store.
Veronica’s Ranch
Strader-Estate Houston, TX
April 2nd, 2024
“I don’t know how you do that, but I am the luckiest woman in the world.”
“I’d say I am the luckiest in the world.”
“You are not the luckiest woman in the world. You have too much for that.”
Veronica winks at her husband as she gets out of bed, grabbing her purple silk robe. When she turns back around, Outcast is sitting up in the dark grey sweatpants that caused the afternoon rendezvous.
“Oh, you are playing with fire.”
“(Laughs) I like to live dangerously, darlin’.”
“Speaking of playing with fire…”
Outcast grabs his pack of Parliament menthols, pulling one out, and takes a deep drag as he tosses Veronica her soft pack of Marlboro Reds. She slides onto the bed, crossing her legs, placing her free left hand on his thigh.
“You think I am crazy for teaming up with Cara as the Cowgirls From Hell?”
Outcast takes a second, and shrugs.
“I don’t think you are crazy. Well, maybe a bit, but that’s part of why I love you. I think if there is anyone that can live up to your mom and aunt’s legacies, it’s you and Cara. I know she gets a lot of shit for being herself, but that’s an advantage for you two. Like how people thought your Auntie Meeka was the weak link on the team was vital to all their title wins.”
Veronica nods in agreement.
“I always had to watch whatever Victoria and Cara wanted, considering my soul was trapped in Vee’s psyche, and so I grew up watching the Cowgirls as well. In a sense, anyway. But yeah, every time they won a set of belts, it was always Auntie Meeks with the pin. When they lost the titles, it was always mom. Defences were fifty/fifty.”
“I didn’t trust anyone enough to put the time in to have a successful team, but your family is known for tag team wrestling and seeing how much of your genetics has played into your natural abilities, I know you can do this. Plus, everyone underestimates your sister like they did your auntie, and she knows how to capitalize on that on her own. As a team? I actually fully agree with your mom and aunt on this.”
Veronica tilts her head to the right with a smile, and leans in, kissing him on the lips. She squeezes his thigh.
“Have I told you how much I love you and can’t imagine what life would be like without you?”
Outcast smirks through a drag of his smoke.
“Once or twice.”
“Cara and I leave for Cleveland in the morning. Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse. Supposed to be close to nineteen-thousand and change will be there.”
“That’s a heck of a crowd and shows SCW is a place to be. Doesn’t cater to a niche audience that can only fill half an arena like some places out there. Great platform to put the band together.”
“I wish you could be there, babe.”
“I know, but I need to attend that cattle auction outside of Dallas. We need a new bull and a few heifers. And it’ll be our little Punk’s first auction.”
“Take lots of pictures for me, ok?”
He winks at her with a nod.
“Plus, with you not having the once a month shows in Japan, I can definitely make it for shows.”
“Oh, Miracle Galaxy Pro… I hope it sticks around. Losing Sayako at the last show, my chosen sisters and I have a couple choices in front of us: unite for the leader that saw something special in each one of us or fall apart. But with the time off, Sully can get healthy and we’ll get our revenge on the Gaijin Assault Army. But for now, I have two goals. Win OCW Survivor and become SCW Tag Team Champions.”
“Just need to learn how to work together. Build that trust.”
Veronica leans back against the headboard of their King Size sleigh style bed. Outcast puts the ashtray between them.
“Well, I do trust Cara. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t leave her alone with our little Punk.”
Their daughter, Christian Michelle Strader-Cain, had earned the name CM Punk (because fourth wall) and if Veronica left her with anyone, it meant she trusted them completely.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, darlin’, but it is more about her trusting you. Valerie did a lot of damage to you, Victoria and Cara.”
“I’m just grateful Vee and I could separate ourselves so she couldn’t control me or her. It scares me she’s still out there, somewhere, but I can’t let that cripple me with fear.”
“Now, but I know you. It’s not going to stop you from living. You are the strongest person I know, Veronica. Your strength got me clean. It freed my soul from Hell to come back to my girls. It found me in the other dimension when Valerie took me. It found your mom alive and healthy in the other dimension as well. Whatever you put your mind to, you are stubborn and never let go until you achieve it.”
“You know how amazing you are for my ego?”
Outcast smiles and leans in, kissing under her ear on her neck.
“You are pretty good for my ego, too. Loving an old man like you do. Could have any young guy you want.”
Veronica traces her finger along his Glasgow Smile scar and swings her leg over his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She touches her nose to his nose in an Eskimo kiss.
“Well, lucky for you, I inherited my mom’s daddy issues.” Veronica gives her man a wink. “Age is just a number, and I will only love you more the older we both get. Now, remind me again why older men are better.”
Veronica gives him a naughty smile as the two embrace.
“Good thing you signed me up to Blue Chew.”
The Whitehouse
Strader-Estate Houston
That Evening
“Are you sure she is here?”
“Pretty sure, bruh. Her ‘67 Camaro is in the car hold and her Indian Scout is there, too.”
“Did you just call the garage a car hold?”
“Garage? I don’t speaka the French, Ron-Ron.”
“You barely ‘speaka the English’.”
“Oh, you so funny. I forgot to laugh, bruh.”
Veronica nods.
“You’d think it was you that could take the three cocks. Haven’t you before?”
Cara shakes her head and *tsk tsks* with her index finger at her sister.
“A lady doesn’t suck dick and tell. Imma classy.”
Before Veronica can respond, Tamika appears in nothing but a green robe with Mark “Cypress” Evans (a former wrestler that trained under Scott Nash Strader) in a pair of black Sacs underwear. Tamika is giggling but stops dead in her tracks when she looks down the staircase at the foyer, where her nieces look up at her with shit-eating grins plastered across their faces.
“Auntie Teebag and Mark sittin’ in a tree.”
“Sir, what are your intentions with our Auntie?”
“Probably lines up with that AC/DC song… what was it… ah right, Squealer!”
"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap?"
“How lovely to see you both. In my house. After 10PM.”
“I’m gonna grab some pants.”
Mark gives Tamika a kiss on the cheek, which she presents to him, and looks at Veronica and Cara when she starts her descent.
“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“Seems like we might have postponed your pleasure.”
“Ya bruh, sorry ‘bout the clitterference.”
Veronica cocks her head to the right, looking at Cara, slightly confused.
“It’s cockblocking, but for the ladies. Ya know, CLITterference.”
“Should’ve guessed. Makes sense.”
“Imma teach you lots.”
Tamika clears her throat to gain attention. Her right brow has risen as well.
“Come. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
“Fuck yeah, Auntie Teebag! You rock! Is Marky-Mark and his Funky Bunch gonna join us?”
“He already had to put up with your mom’s interrogation earlier, so I doubt it.”
“Mom can be feisty.”
Tamika chuckles and just nods. A few moments later, the Strader women sit out back on the deck, under the stars, cups of fresh hot chocolate Tamika made with real cocoa powder, cream and Hershey Milk Chocolate. Cara pulls out a small dropper and gives a few squirts into her hot beverage. She offers by extending the dropper towards Tamika and Veronica. They both politely shake their heads no.
“What’s up, girls? What’s got you two together this time of night?”
“Well, we were thinking of doing promotional videos kinda like my dad was doing, but without cliche imagery.”
“Ya, like Ron-Ron said, we wanna do something different and wanna use ATB Entertainment studios to film it.”
Tamika is taken aback, but nods. ATB Entertainment was one of the newer divisions in Strader Incorporated and the initials stood for Auntie TeeBag, after the nickname Cara had given her.
“I can set that up for you girls. What were you thinking?”
“We’ll need mom’s ‘78 Trans Am, an older Kenworth truck, and a cop car the size of a boat.”
“And a basset hound. If we can’t get one, one of those stoner bruhs from ‘australia’.”
Using air quotes when talking about Australia is a joke from Veronica and Tamika’s days in OCW, where the company thought the country was fake.
“Koala bear?”
“Yeah, those little bruhs are cool AF!”
Veronica chuckles, which makes Tamika smile as it meant that her nieces were putting in a full effort.
“I’ll see what we can do. Frank tells me the Strader Jet will be ready to go first thing Thursday morning to Cleveland for your debut.”
“Yours too, bruh! We need you in our corner.”
“Cara is right. It is your debut as a manager!”
“You girls got this. Your mom and I know you’ll accomplish great things and be better than we ever were.”
“Appreciate the faith in us.”
“We ain’t gonna let you and mamabear down, but most importantly, we ain’t gonna let ourselves down.”
Tamika smiles and finishes her drink. She stands up, straightening out her green silk robe, and heads inside as she says goodnight.
“Stay as long as you want, just don’t come upstairs. There's a Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch special concert just for me at the Lady Garden.”
“Ugh. Not a problem there.”
“Give’em hell and ride’em hard!”
Tamika just points back at Cara, leaving the sisters to plan for the next day.
TO BE CONCLUDED…
Houston, Texas
April 2nd, 2024
Cara Strader is a lot of things. She is promiscuous. She’s sex positive. She’s a fourth generation wrestler and was compared to the others in her family that came back or debuted, which was heavy for her. Her legendary tag team champion Aunt, now manager to both Cara and Veronica, went and won her first ever singles championship in all the years she was in the industry. Held it for One-hundred-and-twenty days. Her sister Veronica? Became OCW TransAtlantic Champion, making it the hottest title in the company with a record setting one hundred and seventy-six days run, making her the longest reigning champion of all time in OCW.
But Cara wasn’t a slouch. She came in as a Cowgirl From Hell in 2021, a year before Veronica or Victoria started wrestling competitively, and they went undefeated in trios and tag competition. Even their last match was a no contest. Cowgirls had it all but won until a debuting team was allowed to interfere, causing a No Contest. Meghan was a proud woman and just shook her head. Cowgirls exit stage right. But Cara was there for it all, learning from two women she idolized when just a kid. She still does.
Cara is a lot like her Aunt, Tamika Strader. Both are lighthearted, have a strange sense of humour, and they are loyal. It’s the default. Now, if you gave Tamika a lot of weed and made her a nymphomaniac. But it’s because of those things many people will doubt her or ignore the fact she was the Strader to bring a singles championship home since her grandfather. She also PWVs Spirit of the Fight Champion before a knee injury (that is all sorted out now). She’s no slouch.
It always circles back to two things: sex and weed. She gets shamed for both, but is loved by the industry, because all those people that have shamed have all ordered her edibles. Cara may just have missed a very lucrative career as a famous baker with her own hour on the Food Channel. Within a year, Cara was up two stores for a grand total of three. She shares her edible knowledge to the world. Rather pop six OxyContin and be irritable, thinking of your next dosage instead of eating a handful of Cola Bottle gummies that will meld the recliner to your rear end?
London, Ontario, Canada was her first location, followed by Montreal, Quebec, Canada and the newest store in Houston, Texas, USA. Cara was a savvy businesswoman, just like her mamabear. She is also twenty-three-years-old and her Auntie Teebag helped her handle the money and, of course, keeping Uncle Sam and War Criminals happy.
Like the rest of her family, Cara is a hard worker. While the family is well off, not one of them started well off outside of Lil’Scottie and were lower class in Meghan and Cara’s case. Even though Cara had inherited millions after Scott Nash Strader was killed.
Every grand kid got a seven-figure deposit when he was gone and Cara made two investments. Her edible bakeries and a laser tag franchise called Laser Quest. She spent a majority of her time as a kid. If you can’t find Cara anywhere, she’s at one of her businesses. Today, Cara was working at the edible shop, showing the staff how to work with overly seedy weed. So, in the uniform (for men, women and non-binary) are daisy dukes over top of some yoga pants, and “Carebear’s Edibles” cyan blue t-shirt, Cara stands at the blender with a pound of Jack Hare that is full of seeds.
“A’ight bruhs. Seedy weed blows. No one wants to smoke that shit. It tastes nasty and makes popping sounds that makes it taste even worse. Now, you don’t purposely buy seedy weed, but it’s great for my G-Squared’s Peanut Butter Cookies.”
“Umm, Care… who is G-Squared?”
“My Great Grandmother. My mamabear’s mamabear would be G-Unit, but she is dead.”
Cara shrugs and continues with her lesson.
“So you dump this bitch in the blender and you blitz the shit out of it. Then, you are gonna grab the sifty-majiggy, put it over the big ass bowl, and pour the blitzed danky-dank-dank and sift out all the stems and seed remnants. Just add a tablespoon of water to get that cookie batter consistency cuz the weed will dry that shit up, bruhs.”
“Thanks, boss!”
“Y’all got this. Imma start the Larry Tact shaped gummies.”
Cara pops in her ear buds and starts moving her hips to old school Britney.
“Hit me bruh one more time! UH!”
DING DING
Cara ignores the door chime as that is what the staff is for and opens the box of the custom trays to form the gelatin candy. Her little cousin, Tamika’s son Lil’Scottie, made the try with one of his many 3D printers. As Cara is whisking the gelatin into the sugar and THC infused water for the mixture, she hears a deep voice through the AirPods. She looks up at the counter and sees a tall blonde hair man, chiseled nose and cheekbones, and she immediately thinks…
“That is one ruggedly handsome bruh… he got that rizz.”
Cara saunters to the counter.
“What can we do for ya, bruh?”
The employee laughs and walks away.
“Yeah, I want to place an order for Matthew Knox edibles if possible.”
“Birdman has been discontinued, but the Larry Tact ones are much better anyway. What level of THC are you looking for?”
“What levels are there?”
“We range from ‘Oh man, I wanted Doritos, not Tostitos’ to ‘I believe I can fly’ and you can add some CBD to them as well.”
“Somewhere in between?”
“Ahh, ‘Ronnie Can’t Feel Her Face’ it is then, bruh!”
“Who’s Ronnie?”
“Oh, yeah, context. Uh, she’s my sista from another mista!”
“Wait, you are wrestlers, right? Strader family?”
Cara casually twirls a strand of hair that’s showing from under her solid cyan blue bandana, tilting her head with a small smile.
“Yeah, that’s us! We just signed with SCW.”
“Ew, SCW?”
“Naw bruh, not that one. Supreme Championship Wrestling!”
“Oh nice, might have to catch Breakdown.”
“Totes, bruh! So, how many gummies do you want?”
“Three dozen would be great. Do they come in any other shape than Larry Tact?”
“Imma have some of me and Cowgirls From Hell inspired ones in the coming weeks, but Larry is a super popular type.”
“Well, I’ll have to come back again. I’ll take the Larry Tact ones.”
“We’ll ring ya up when they be ready. Phone number?”
“Yeah, five one nine, six, seven, five, seventeen twelve.”
“Five one nine, that’s Ontario!”
“London.”
“No shit! That’s mine and Ronnie’s hometown! Well, most of us were born there!”
The man smiles and extends his hand.
“Jack Underwood.”
“Cara Strader, but people call me Carebear, bruh!”
Cara feels the excitement tingles and gets goosebumps shaking his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Carebear. Look forward to your call.”
“Fo’shizzle!”
One of her employees, an alternative punk rocker girl, walks up beside Cara with her arms folded across her chest.
“He was cute, boss.”
“Bruh, Imma need a mop over here.”
“Ugh, gross boss, but coming right up. Peele, mop on aisle 69.”
The two laugh at their immaturity and Jack stands outside the store for a moment, looking at his phone screen that has a wallpaper of Cara with a disturbing smile.
“Step one, meet and greet is done. I’m going to love you like no one else.”
He walks away as the girls continue joking inside the store.
Veronica’s Ranch
Strader-Estate Houston, TX
April 2nd, 2024
“I don’t know how you do that, but I am the luckiest woman in the world.”
“I’d say I am the luckiest in the world.”
“You are not the luckiest woman in the world. You have too much for that.”
Veronica winks at her husband as she gets out of bed, grabbing her purple silk robe. When she turns back around, Outcast is sitting up in the dark grey sweatpants that caused the afternoon rendezvous.
“Oh, you are playing with fire.”
“(Laughs) I like to live dangerously, darlin’.”
“Speaking of playing with fire…”
Outcast grabs his pack of Parliament menthols, pulling one out, and takes a deep drag as he tosses Veronica her soft pack of Marlboro Reds. She slides onto the bed, crossing her legs, placing her free left hand on his thigh.
“You think I am crazy for teaming up with Cara as the Cowgirls From Hell?”
Outcast takes a second, and shrugs.
“I don’t think you are crazy. Well, maybe a bit, but that’s part of why I love you. I think if there is anyone that can live up to your mom and aunt’s legacies, it’s you and Cara. I know she gets a lot of shit for being herself, but that’s an advantage for you two. Like how people thought your Auntie Meeka was the weak link on the team was vital to all their title wins.”
Veronica nods in agreement.
“I always had to watch whatever Victoria and Cara wanted, considering my soul was trapped in Vee’s psyche, and so I grew up watching the Cowgirls as well. In a sense, anyway. But yeah, every time they won a set of belts, it was always Auntie Meeks with the pin. When they lost the titles, it was always mom. Defences were fifty/fifty.”
“I didn’t trust anyone enough to put the time in to have a successful team, but your family is known for tag team wrestling and seeing how much of your genetics has played into your natural abilities, I know you can do this. Plus, everyone underestimates your sister like they did your auntie, and she knows how to capitalize on that on her own. As a team? I actually fully agree with your mom and aunt on this.”
Veronica tilts her head to the right with a smile, and leans in, kissing him on the lips. She squeezes his thigh.
“Have I told you how much I love you and can’t imagine what life would be like without you?”
Outcast smirks through a drag of his smoke.
“Once or twice.”
“Cara and I leave for Cleveland in the morning. Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse. Supposed to be close to nineteen-thousand and change will be there.”
“That’s a heck of a crowd and shows SCW is a place to be. Doesn’t cater to a niche audience that can only fill half an arena like some places out there. Great platform to put the band together.”
“I wish you could be there, babe.”
“I know, but I need to attend that cattle auction outside of Dallas. We need a new bull and a few heifers. And it’ll be our little Punk’s first auction.”
“Take lots of pictures for me, ok?”
He winks at her with a nod.
“Plus, with you not having the once a month shows in Japan, I can definitely make it for shows.”
“Oh, Miracle Galaxy Pro… I hope it sticks around. Losing Sayako at the last show, my chosen sisters and I have a couple choices in front of us: unite for the leader that saw something special in each one of us or fall apart. But with the time off, Sully can get healthy and we’ll get our revenge on the Gaijin Assault Army. But for now, I have two goals. Win OCW Survivor and become SCW Tag Team Champions.”
“Just need to learn how to work together. Build that trust.”
Veronica leans back against the headboard of their King Size sleigh style bed. Outcast puts the ashtray between them.
“Well, I do trust Cara. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t leave her alone with our little Punk.”
Their daughter, Christian Michelle Strader-Cain, had earned the name CM Punk (because fourth wall) and if Veronica left her with anyone, it meant she trusted them completely.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, darlin’, but it is more about her trusting you. Valerie did a lot of damage to you, Victoria and Cara.”
“I’m just grateful Vee and I could separate ourselves so she couldn’t control me or her. It scares me she’s still out there, somewhere, but I can’t let that cripple me with fear.”
“Now, but I know you. It’s not going to stop you from living. You are the strongest person I know, Veronica. Your strength got me clean. It freed my soul from Hell to come back to my girls. It found me in the other dimension when Valerie took me. It found your mom alive and healthy in the other dimension as well. Whatever you put your mind to, you are stubborn and never let go until you achieve it.”
“You know how amazing you are for my ego?”
Outcast smiles and leans in, kissing under her ear on her neck.
“You are pretty good for my ego, too. Loving an old man like you do. Could have any young guy you want.”
Veronica traces her finger along his Glasgow Smile scar and swings her leg over his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She touches her nose to his nose in an Eskimo kiss.
“Well, lucky for you, I inherited my mom’s daddy issues.” Veronica gives her man a wink. “Age is just a number, and I will only love you more the older we both get. Now, remind me again why older men are better.”
Veronica gives him a naughty smile as the two embrace.
“Good thing you signed me up to Blue Chew.”
The Whitehouse
Strader-Estate Houston
That Evening
“Are you sure she is here?”
“Pretty sure, bruh. Her ‘67 Camaro is in the car hold and her Indian Scout is there, too.”
“Did you just call the garage a car hold?”
“Garage? I don’t speaka the French, Ron-Ron.”
“You barely ‘speaka the English’.”
“Oh, you so funny. I forgot to laugh, bruh.”
Veronica nods.
“You’d think it was you that could take the three cocks. Haven’t you before?”
Cara shakes her head and *tsk tsks* with her index finger at her sister.
“A lady doesn’t suck dick and tell. Imma classy.”
Before Veronica can respond, Tamika appears in nothing but a green robe with Mark “Cypress” Evans (a former wrestler that trained under Scott Nash Strader) in a pair of black Sacs underwear. Tamika is giggling but stops dead in her tracks when she looks down the staircase at the foyer, where her nieces look up at her with shit-eating grins plastered across their faces.
“Auntie Teebag and Mark sittin’ in a tree.”
“Sir, what are your intentions with our Auntie?”
“Probably lines up with that AC/DC song… what was it… ah right, Squealer!”
"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap?"
“How lovely to see you both. In my house. After 10PM.”
“I’m gonna grab some pants.”
Mark gives Tamika a kiss on the cheek, which she presents to him, and looks at Veronica and Cara when she starts her descent.
“So, what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“Seems like we might have postponed your pleasure.”
“Ya bruh, sorry ‘bout the clitterference.”
Veronica cocks her head to the right, looking at Cara, slightly confused.
“It’s cockblocking, but for the ladies. Ya know, CLITterference.”
“Should’ve guessed. Makes sense.”
“Imma teach you lots.”
Tamika clears her throat to gain attention. Her right brow has risen as well.
“Come. I’ll make you some hot chocolate.”
“Fuck yeah, Auntie Teebag! You rock! Is Marky-Mark and his Funky Bunch gonna join us?”
“He already had to put up with your mom’s interrogation earlier, so I doubt it.”
“Mom can be feisty.”
Tamika chuckles and just nods. A few moments later, the Strader women sit out back on the deck, under the stars, cups of fresh hot chocolate Tamika made with real cocoa powder, cream and Hershey Milk Chocolate. Cara pulls out a small dropper and gives a few squirts into her hot beverage. She offers by extending the dropper towards Tamika and Veronica. They both politely shake their heads no.
“What’s up, girls? What’s got you two together this time of night?”
“Well, we were thinking of doing promotional videos kinda like my dad was doing, but without cliche imagery.”
“Ya, like Ron-Ron said, we wanna do something different and wanna use ATB Entertainment studios to film it.”
Tamika is taken aback, but nods. ATB Entertainment was one of the newer divisions in Strader Incorporated and the initials stood for Auntie TeeBag, after the nickname Cara had given her.
“I can set that up for you girls. What were you thinking?”
“We’ll need mom’s ‘78 Trans Am, an older Kenworth truck, and a cop car the size of a boat.”
“And a basset hound. If we can’t get one, one of those stoner bruhs from ‘australia’.”
Using air quotes when talking about Australia is a joke from Veronica and Tamika’s days in OCW, where the company thought the country was fake.
“Koala bear?”
“Yeah, those little bruhs are cool AF!”
Veronica chuckles, which makes Tamika smile as it meant that her nieces were putting in a full effort.
“I’ll see what we can do. Frank tells me the Strader Jet will be ready to go first thing Thursday morning to Cleveland for your debut.”
“Yours too, bruh! We need you in our corner.”
“Cara is right. It is your debut as a manager!”
“You girls got this. Your mom and I know you’ll accomplish great things and be better than we ever were.”
“Appreciate the faith in us.”
“We ain’t gonna let you and mamabear down, but most importantly, we ain’t gonna let ourselves down.”
Tamika smiles and finishes her drink. She stands up, straightening out her green silk robe, and heads inside as she says goodnight.
“Stay as long as you want, just don’t come upstairs. There's a Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch special concert just for me at the Lady Garden.”
“Ugh. Not a problem there.”
“Give’em hell and ride’em hard!”
Tamika just points back at Cara, leaving the sisters to plan for the next day.
Shhh… do you hear that?
TO BE CONCLUDED…