04-14-2024, 10:12 PM
PART TWO
Brothers of Mayhem MC Clubhouse
Redwood City, California
September 21st, 2021
Jack can pinpoint the moment his “love” (unhealthy obsession) with Cara Strader, and it was completely by chance, and nothing to do with her being the fourth generation of the Strader Dynasty of Wrestling. Jack had lived in Redwood City most of his life, and it was big news when John Strader, twin brother to Tamika Strader and youngest of the Strader 3rd Generation siblings, was bringing a charter of his 1%er Motorcycle Club to the small city. John is lovingly known as “Uncz” by his nieces and nephews, and is close with all of them. They were all supportive of his relationship with Alexandra Calaway in the present time, but this was before they finally hooked up.
Victoria, Veronica and Cara all made it a point to visit their uncle in Redwood City whether it was by bike or cage (slang for car/truck/SUV in the biker world), all the family enjoyed the ride through the end of the Bible Belt into the bay area. Jack was walking his weiner dog named El Gordo (The Fat) when he saw Cara Strader step off Victoria’s ARCH motorcycle she borrowed, and when she shook out of her almost raven black hair from the form it took under the helmet. It felt like time slowed. “Dream Weaver” was playing in his head, and it began.
He spent a few days watching the clubhouse trying to get another look at her and got to witness her in form fitting LuluLemon yoga pants, and tank top covered by a leather jacket. He watched her ride off on the bike, and all he knew was he was gonna know this woman.
Almost A Month Later…
Jack had found an apartment in Houston, Texas, not far from I-45, which would lead you to the Strader Estate. He got himself a two-bedroom apartment and turned the second room into a shrine of Cara Strader. Pictures were taped or pinned to the walls, and on the wall his desk was set up and had a Fathead lifesize sticker of Cara in her skimpy wrestling tights of her early career.
But he wasn’t there right now. He had followed the Strader clan to Liverpool, England to OCW’s Masters of Macabre.
Private Air Strip
Outside Liverpool, England
October 13th, 2021
Cara Strader sat with her aunt and boyfriend (in the present he is one of her best friends( as she had been sitting on her phone, keeping a social media presence like her mom had asked her to. She was worried about Victoria, who had been taken by her uncle, her dad’s brother, and the past couple of days. She turned around her feelings towards Atara Themis. She figured hell must be freezing over, but she finally saw that The Goddess actually cared about her sister and best friend. That made Cara. All she ever wanted was for Victoria to find someone that could appreciate the strong and intelligent woman she is. That’s what made not knowing what was going on all that much worse. Uncle John had been by earlier with his good friend Spike, the BoM MC Liverpool charters president who was a black man. John had vowed to be inclusive with his club and not be another racist group of men on two wheels. No women were allowed but one generational change at a time. She knew the club had found the estate of Diogenes Knox, Victoria/Veronica’s uncle, and we were working on finding the original contractor to find the blueprints.
Cara felt useless, though; her Aunt Tamika, the quiet observer of the loudmouth group of Canadian-bred Texans, could see that. Cara stepped off the luxury jet onto the tarmac. The heels of her black knee boots clicked on the asphalt as she walked a few feet away before lighting a spliff she had rolled not long ago. She takes a deep drag and sits down on a cement block. She doesn’t realize her aunt has followed her until the elder Strader sits down. There was only 11 years’ difference between the two, so it helped “Auntie Teebag” relate and give advice to her nieces. Tamika was wearing one of her BombSquad BoM Mc support wear hoodies, black jeans, and new black Vans. She holds out her hand, and a shocked Cara passes her the spliff.
“Bruh, since when do you toke?” The young whipper-snapper asked with a bit of shock.
“When family members get kidnapped by the other family name.” Tamika takes a deep toke. She doesn’t even cough, telling Cara it isn’t her first time. “Here, that’s all I need.”
Cara takes it back and takes her own deep drag, pulling in what has to be ¼ of the spliff. She exhales a few O’s and sends a straight line shot of smoke through them.
“How’re you not freakin’ out?”
Tamika raises her eyebrows with a chuckle.
“Years ago, daddy did something foolish, so he had to fake his death, and your mom and I had to as well. We spent a year in Panama moving cocaine for daddy. Not my proudest moment. I was doing a side deal to make extra money to try to get us back to North America, but I was almost killed until your mom saved my life.” Tamika is sad, knowing if she hadn't tried to do that, Meghan wouldn’t have ended a man’s life. “So after that, I accepted the fact that bad things happen to us, but we are strong enough to persevere and survive. We are kinda like the Loki’s of wrestling; we never die, we just survive.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it. I have this trio match on Tuesday, and my head is not in the game. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is a helpless Victoria, and that sucks, bruh. I jus’ wanna help.”
Tamika’s eyebrows raise slightly with a nod.
“I get that… well, I am going to tell you something that your mom asked me to wait on, but I can see it will probably do some good if you knew.” She takes Cara’s right and covers it with both hands, holding tightly.
“What? What is it?” She takes a deep drag off her spliff.
“Your sister got her hands on one of the guard’s phones and was able to get ahold of Atara, who was able to get ahold of Matthew and your mom. Friday morning, we are getting her back, as Matthew is pretty sure he knows the location.”
Cara scrunches her nose in thought before she shakes her head.
“Why Friday? Why not today?”
“Because if we are wrong on the location and we go in guns blazing, they’ll move her just to be safe, and we could lose our window.” Tamika’s reply was quiet. She was keeping the worst of the worst thoughts out of her head.
Cara takes a final drag off her spliff, holding in the smoke as long as she can. She sighs as she exhales with speed.
“Thanks for tellin’ me, yo. I’ll keep my hopes to myself for now. I’mma not at all surprised she figured out a way to get ahold of Atty.” Normally that would’ve been Cara.
Tamika notices the look on the young woman’s face. She places her left hand on Cara’s right shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze.
“Victoria is in love, Cara.”
“They haven’t been together that long; how could she love that Greek-Irish bruh?”
“That’s the thing about love, sweetheart. While it’s fundamentally the same for most people in terms of definition, we all process it in our own way. You know I love your Uncle Simon, and I am very proud to be his partner, his wife, but I care for Samantha at the same time. I am not in love with her, but my feelings for him haven’t changed towards your uncle, either. Victoria has known Atara for a little bit, from working on the set of Ghost Fighter Boone, and they clicked. They are from two very different worlds in every way, but there's an acceptance and understanding between them. They can be themselves with one another, and we aren’t her heart, and we can’t (nor can she) say what it wants when it wants it.”
Cara sighed quietly. She knew her aunt was right; she just had become accustomed to having Vee around all the time and missed her. She knew someone would come along eventually. Victoria was a great young woman with a heart of gold, but she wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. In need of a subject change, Cara turns to Tamika with a question.
“Is there any moose tracks ice cream leftover? Love those little bruhs of caramel!”
From a distance on a small grassy knoll, Jack is pointing a listening device towards the small airstrip, listening to the conversation between aunt and niece very intently.
“You will be mine.”
Jack’s Apartment
Houston, Texas USA
April 8th, 2024
Jack sat looking at the package of edibles that were delivered by Cara’s Edibles. He was browsing the internet about wrestling, and his eyes went wide.
“Efeds? What the hell is an efed?”
Jack had stumbled across a top 25 list of electronic federations on Google. After spending some time reading through the definitions, different forums and websites learning all about it. The wheels in his head start to turn, and he gets an idea.
After Jack is finished, he gets up to go make some dinner, and what’s left on the screen…
Brothers of Mayhem MC Clubhouse
Redwood City, California
September 21st, 2021
Jack can pinpoint the moment his “love” (unhealthy obsession) with Cara Strader, and it was completely by chance, and nothing to do with her being the fourth generation of the Strader Dynasty of Wrestling. Jack had lived in Redwood City most of his life, and it was big news when John Strader, twin brother to Tamika Strader and youngest of the Strader 3rd Generation siblings, was bringing a charter of his 1%er Motorcycle Club to the small city. John is lovingly known as “Uncz” by his nieces and nephews, and is close with all of them. They were all supportive of his relationship with Alexandra Calaway in the present time, but this was before they finally hooked up.
Victoria, Veronica and Cara all made it a point to visit their uncle in Redwood City whether it was by bike or cage (slang for car/truck/SUV in the biker world), all the family enjoyed the ride through the end of the Bible Belt into the bay area. Jack was walking his weiner dog named El Gordo (The Fat) when he saw Cara Strader step off Victoria’s ARCH motorcycle she borrowed, and when she shook out of her almost raven black hair from the form it took under the helmet. It felt like time slowed. “Dream Weaver” was playing in his head, and it began.
He spent a few days watching the clubhouse trying to get another look at her and got to witness her in form fitting LuluLemon yoga pants, and tank top covered by a leather jacket. He watched her ride off on the bike, and all he knew was he was gonna know this woman.
Almost A Month Later…
Jack had found an apartment in Houston, Texas, not far from I-45, which would lead you to the Strader Estate. He got himself a two-bedroom apartment and turned the second room into a shrine of Cara Strader. Pictures were taped or pinned to the walls, and on the wall his desk was set up and had a Fathead lifesize sticker of Cara in her skimpy wrestling tights of her early career.
But he wasn’t there right now. He had followed the Strader clan to Liverpool, England to OCW’s Masters of Macabre.
Private Air Strip
Outside Liverpool, England
October 13th, 2021
Cara Strader sat with her aunt and boyfriend (in the present he is one of her best friends( as she had been sitting on her phone, keeping a social media presence like her mom had asked her to. She was worried about Victoria, who had been taken by her uncle, her dad’s brother, and the past couple of days. She turned around her feelings towards Atara Themis. She figured hell must be freezing over, but she finally saw that The Goddess actually cared about her sister and best friend. That made Cara. All she ever wanted was for Victoria to find someone that could appreciate the strong and intelligent woman she is. That’s what made not knowing what was going on all that much worse. Uncle John had been by earlier with his good friend Spike, the BoM MC Liverpool charters president who was a black man. John had vowed to be inclusive with his club and not be another racist group of men on two wheels. No women were allowed but one generational change at a time. She knew the club had found the estate of Diogenes Knox, Victoria/Veronica’s uncle, and we were working on finding the original contractor to find the blueprints.
Cara felt useless, though; her Aunt Tamika, the quiet observer of the loudmouth group of Canadian-bred Texans, could see that. Cara stepped off the luxury jet onto the tarmac. The heels of her black knee boots clicked on the asphalt as she walked a few feet away before lighting a spliff she had rolled not long ago. She takes a deep drag and sits down on a cement block. She doesn’t realize her aunt has followed her until the elder Strader sits down. There was only 11 years’ difference between the two, so it helped “Auntie Teebag” relate and give advice to her nieces. Tamika was wearing one of her BombSquad BoM Mc support wear hoodies, black jeans, and new black Vans. She holds out her hand, and a shocked Cara passes her the spliff.
“Bruh, since when do you toke?” The young whipper-snapper asked with a bit of shock.
“When family members get kidnapped by the other family name.” Tamika takes a deep toke. She doesn’t even cough, telling Cara it isn’t her first time. “Here, that’s all I need.”
Cara takes it back and takes her own deep drag, pulling in what has to be ¼ of the spliff. She exhales a few O’s and sends a straight line shot of smoke through them.
“How’re you not freakin’ out?”
Tamika raises her eyebrows with a chuckle.
“Years ago, daddy did something foolish, so he had to fake his death, and your mom and I had to as well. We spent a year in Panama moving cocaine for daddy. Not my proudest moment. I was doing a side deal to make extra money to try to get us back to North America, but I was almost killed until your mom saved my life.” Tamika is sad, knowing if she hadn't tried to do that, Meghan wouldn’t have ended a man’s life. “So after that, I accepted the fact that bad things happen to us, but we are strong enough to persevere and survive. We are kinda like the Loki’s of wrestling; we never die, we just survive.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it. I have this trio match on Tuesday, and my head is not in the game. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is a helpless Victoria, and that sucks, bruh. I jus’ wanna help.”
Tamika’s eyebrows raise slightly with a nod.
“I get that… well, I am going to tell you something that your mom asked me to wait on, but I can see it will probably do some good if you knew.” She takes Cara’s right and covers it with both hands, holding tightly.
“What? What is it?” She takes a deep drag off her spliff.
“Your sister got her hands on one of the guard’s phones and was able to get ahold of Atara, who was able to get ahold of Matthew and your mom. Friday morning, we are getting her back, as Matthew is pretty sure he knows the location.”
Cara scrunches her nose in thought before she shakes her head.
“Why Friday? Why not today?”
“Because if we are wrong on the location and we go in guns blazing, they’ll move her just to be safe, and we could lose our window.” Tamika’s reply was quiet. She was keeping the worst of the worst thoughts out of her head.
Cara takes a final drag off her spliff, holding in the smoke as long as she can. She sighs as she exhales with speed.
“Thanks for tellin’ me, yo. I’ll keep my hopes to myself for now. I’mma not at all surprised she figured out a way to get ahold of Atty.” Normally that would’ve been Cara.
Tamika notices the look on the young woman’s face. She places her left hand on Cara’s right shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze.
“Victoria is in love, Cara.”
“They haven’t been together that long; how could she love that Greek-Irish bruh?”
“That’s the thing about love, sweetheart. While it’s fundamentally the same for most people in terms of definition, we all process it in our own way. You know I love your Uncle Simon, and I am very proud to be his partner, his wife, but I care for Samantha at the same time. I am not in love with her, but my feelings for him haven’t changed towards your uncle, either. Victoria has known Atara for a little bit, from working on the set of Ghost Fighter Boone, and they clicked. They are from two very different worlds in every way, but there's an acceptance and understanding between them. They can be themselves with one another, and we aren’t her heart, and we can’t (nor can she) say what it wants when it wants it.”
Cara sighed quietly. She knew her aunt was right; she just had become accustomed to having Vee around all the time and missed her. She knew someone would come along eventually. Victoria was a great young woman with a heart of gold, but she wasn’t ready to give her up just yet. In need of a subject change, Cara turns to Tamika with a question.
“Is there any moose tracks ice cream leftover? Love those little bruhs of caramel!”
From a distance on a small grassy knoll, Jack is pointing a listening device towards the small airstrip, listening to the conversation between aunt and niece very intently.
“You will be mine.”
Jack’s Apartment
Houston, Texas USA
April 8th, 2024
Jack sat looking at the package of edibles that were delivered by Cara’s Edibles. He was browsing the internet about wrestling, and his eyes went wide.
“Efeds? What the hell is an efed?”
Jack had stumbled across a top 25 list of electronic federations on Google. After spending some time reading through the definitions, different forums and websites learning all about it. The wheels in his head start to turn, and he gets an idea.
After Jack is finished, he gets up to go make some dinner, and what’s left on the screen…
WRESTLER NAME
Tara Slater
RING NAME
Tara Slater
NICK NAME(S)
Slater-Gator
PIC BASE
CARA STRADER
HEIGHT
5’11”
WEIGHT
145 lbs
D.O.B
08/24/2000
HOMETOWN
Kitchener, Ontario
BILLED FROM
Dallas, Texas
ALIGNMENT
Chaotic Good
MANAGER(S)
Jack Redmaine
AFFILIATION(S)
None
PAST AFFILIATION(S)
PERSONALITY
Tara is a carefree stoner that is always looking for a laugh and a good time. She's a diehard wrestling fan at heart as well.
CURRENT ACCOLADE(S)
Edible Queen
ENTRANCE THEME
Maneater by Nelly Furtado
EXIT MUSIC
Maneater by Hall & Oates
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
~ The TitanTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. “Maneater" by Nelly Furtado begins to play. The lights begin to flicker cyan blue, white and silver when the beat gets going. ~
Announcer: Introducing first…
//Take it back, take it back\\
~ The name TARA SLATER in large font starts to flash in cyan blue and silver, with shots of her holding up a one ounce spliff and lighting it up, getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd. ~
Announcer: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…
//Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on, everybody what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho\\
~Tara steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the fans, placing a spliff between her cherry red lips. She walks to the other side and lights it up before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.~
Announcer: Hailing from Dallas, Texas by way of Kitchener, Ontario Canada…
~Tara strikes a sexy pose, and lets out a series of pot smoke circles before sending a straight line of smoke through the centre of them.~
//Everybody get your neck to crack around
All you crazy people, come on, jump around
I wanna see you all on your knees, knees
You either wanna be with me or be me (come on, now)\\
~She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before launching herself over the top rope doing a somersault coming up on her feet, spliff still hanging from her lips.~
//Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars
Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love\\
Announcer: She is the Slater-Gator of the Slater Family…
~Tara takes a seat on far corner top turnbuckle, facing the hardcam, toking away.~
//She's a maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars
Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all\\
Announcer: TARA SLATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~She sneers as she puts out her spliff, putting it in her bra for after the match.~
WRESTLING STYLE
Highflyer
STRENGTHS
1. Weed Over Matter - She is usually so stoned that she doesn't feel anything until after the edibles wear off
2. Ring Psychology - Cara was a fan long before she was trained by her mom, the original Cowgirl From Hell, and understands how to get under her opponents skin for the advantage
3. Intellect - Cara is intelligent and doesn’t step into the ring blindly. She uses her intelligence to study her opponent to learn tendencies and scout how they will attack
WEAKNESSES
1. NONE SHE IS THE MOST PERFECT CREATURE ON THE PLANET
BASIC MOVES
Forearm Smash
Airplane Spin
Knife Edge Chop
Dropkick
German Suplex
Asai Moonsault
Swanton Bomb
Avalanche Facebuster
Belly to Belly Suplex
Spinning Leg Drop
Bull Dog
SIGNATURE MOVE(S)
1. Dankity Dank
– Jawbreaker
2. Getting’ Stoned
- 450 Splash
3. Shotgun
- Sit-Out Gourdbuster
4. THC
- Flatliner
5. You’re gonna need CBD
– Inverted DDT.
FINISHING MOVE(S)
1. Alan Parson Project
- Five Star Frog Splash
2. Green Out
– Texas Cloverleaf
WEAPONS
Steel-toed boots.
BIOGRAPHY
5th Generation Slater
From an oil tycoon baron’s family, TARA SLATER is making her debut as a wrestler, the first in her family because no one is as great as she is. TARA is perfect.
Tara Slater
RING NAME
Tara Slater
NICK NAME(S)
Slater-Gator
PIC BASE
CARA STRADER
HEIGHT
5’11”
WEIGHT
145 lbs
D.O.B
08/24/2000
HOMETOWN
Kitchener, Ontario
BILLED FROM
Dallas, Texas
ALIGNMENT
Chaotic Good
MANAGER(S)
Jack Redmaine
AFFILIATION(S)
None
PAST AFFILIATION(S)
PERSONALITY
Tara is a carefree stoner that is always looking for a laugh and a good time. She's a diehard wrestling fan at heart as well.
CURRENT ACCOLADE(S)
Edible Queen
ENTRANCE THEME
Maneater by Nelly Furtado
EXIT MUSIC
Maneater by Hall & Oates
ENTRANCE DESCRIPTION
~ The TitanTron goes blank and the lights drop in the arena. “Maneater" by Nelly Furtado begins to play. The lights begin to flicker cyan blue, white and silver when the beat gets going. ~
Announcer: Introducing first…
//Take it back, take it back\\
~ The name TARA SLATER in large font starts to flash in cyan blue and silver, with shots of her holding up a one ounce spliff and lighting it up, getting a definite happy reaction from the crowd. ~
Announcer: Weighing in at One Hundred and Forty-Five pounds…
//Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on, everybody what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho\\
~Tara steps out on stage, walking to the edge of the stage to the right looking out at the fans, placing a spliff between her cherry red lips. She walks to the other side and lights it up before returning to the centre where the ramp begins.~
Announcer: Hailing from Dallas, Texas by way of Kitchener, Ontario Canada…
~Tara strikes a sexy pose, and lets out a series of pot smoke circles before sending a straight line of smoke through the centre of them.~
//Everybody get your neck to crack around
All you crazy people, come on, jump around
I wanna see you all on your knees, knees
You either wanna be with me or be me (come on, now)\\
~She does a quick step up the steel steps and wipes her boots on the apron before launching herself over the top rope doing a somersault coming up on her feet, spliff still hanging from her lips.~
//Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars
Make you cut cards, make you fall real hard in love\\
Announcer: She is the Slater-Gator of the Slater Family…
~Tara takes a seat on far corner top turnbuckle, facing the hardcam, toking away.~
//She's a maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard, make you want all of her love
She's a maneater, make you buy cars
Make you cut cards, wish you never ever met her at all\\
Announcer: TARA SLATER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~She sneers as she puts out her spliff, putting it in her bra for after the match.~
WRESTLING STYLE
Highflyer
STRENGTHS
1. Weed Over Matter - She is usually so stoned that she doesn't feel anything until after the edibles wear off
2. Ring Psychology - Cara was a fan long before she was trained by her mom, the original Cowgirl From Hell, and understands how to get under her opponents skin for the advantage
3. Intellect - Cara is intelligent and doesn’t step into the ring blindly. She uses her intelligence to study her opponent to learn tendencies and scout how they will attack
WEAKNESSES
1. NONE SHE IS THE MOST PERFECT CREATURE ON THE PLANET
BASIC MOVES
Forearm Smash
Airplane Spin
Knife Edge Chop
Dropkick
German Suplex
Asai Moonsault
Swanton Bomb
Avalanche Facebuster
Belly to Belly Suplex
Spinning Leg Drop
Bull Dog
SIGNATURE MOVE(S)
1. Dankity Dank
– Jawbreaker
2. Getting’ Stoned
- 450 Splash
3. Shotgun
- Sit-Out Gourdbuster
4. THC
- Flatliner
5. You’re gonna need CBD
– Inverted DDT.
FINISHING MOVE(S)
1. Alan Parson Project
- Five Star Frog Splash
2. Green Out
– Texas Cloverleaf
WEAPONS
Steel-toed boots.
BIOGRAPHY
5th Generation Slater
From an oil tycoon baron’s family, TARA SLATER is making her debut as a wrestler, the first in her family because no one is as great as she is. TARA is perfect.