05-17-2024, 12:00 AM
OOC: Sorry I'm late, crazy day!
Home of Veronica Strader
Strader Estate
Cara was doing what she did every any evening could, and that was watching and supporting her twin sister from the not less crazy mister but a nicer crazy mister (Cara’s father, Ryan, is a monster) by babysitting the Christian Michelle so Veronica and Outcast could have date night. Plus, she loved watching the little one.
Jake (her ex boyfriend as he came out gay, but she supports him) was out at his Graveyard shift job he slugged out because he wasn’t going to be let Cara pay his rent to Tamika, and greatly appreciated that she tried to pay his way. Cara prodded him, admiring his work ethic but she knew that was because of his dad and how ‘old-school’ he was. The grandfather she never knew made sure she was taken care of for the rest of her natural-born life as well as Victoria and Veronica when he passed away a few years back.
The money was very dirty, mostly cocaine and weapons trafficking, but Cara made a vow to be good with the money and make sure it helped the world in some way; she opened her own edible store as everyone knows, and was trying to figure out what she could charity wise but she would figure it out.
In her favourite pair of purple baggy sweatpants and a CFH hoodie from the SCW merchandise shop, she was snuggled into her comfy brown couch with a bowl of buttery popcorn and was ready to watch a rerun of Hannibal.
“Man, I don’t care if he eat me after, Hannibal has some serial daddy vibes,” she said out loud to her lonesome as the little one was asleep beside her.
She got through the first two matches, but she was itching to face one half of the SCW tag champs. Even if it was gonna be a close match, and the champ had years of experience over her, the mantra her mamabear instilled into her and her sisters rang in through her head “close only counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades.” Cara had zero idea what the analogy meant, but she understood that indicated you do or you do not. It’s what made the original Cowgirls who they were. They dig and claw to get everything they want without giving a damn about the consequences.
How well has that worked? The old man head of the family was dead, and Meghan was trying to figure out how to reveal she was alive, leaving Victoria, Veronica and Cara not knowing how to help her, but she knew her mamabear would figure it out.
Cara laid in her seat as Hannibal was preparing for a dinner party on the TV. Cara may be the fry-bag of the family, but Cara used this time to forget about her troubles and relax before the match on Breakdown.
“Imma guessin’ all the food tastes good, but the human ingredients are disgusting, bruh.”
Cara laughed to herself, and leaned over to give her niece a kiss.
Cara’s Edibles
Houston, Texas, USA
Cara sits in a black Volkswagen van she restored with tinted windows with oversized sunglasses in an effort to disguise herself as she watched her employees work. She had a feeling someone had been watching her at the store and wanted to scope out the customers coming in and out. At the same time, she sees if she can find out if her employees were trustworthy, as inventory had been light a few times. The thought made her sick to her stomach as she loved her employees.
“Did I just sees a bruh dressed as Michael Myers? Gotz to make sure to avoid that bruh.”
Cara was uneasy watching the store. The thought of someone stalking her and employees stealing was a gut wrenching thing for her. She could be overly trustworthy, but she was like her Auntie Tamika in that sense.
“Imma smart cookie, the store is getting real popular. If I’s ever gets injured, this is a solid retirement plan….”
She just wished she was paying better attention, but with everything going on in her life, that was almost impossible. Plus, she was dealing with building a career with Veronica, and so far things had been going well but there was always room for improvement.
“Damn, Imma hungry. I should’ve brought me a sammich. Does Uber eats deliver to a parking lot?”
The Scorpion’s Tail
Houston, Texas USA
Cara sits inside one of the hangouts of John’s Brothers of Mayhem MC and the Bandido MC, who her grandfather rode with as the National Sgt At Arms. She was treated like royalty when she came in or like any other family member as she was one of three Strader princesses. She sits in a far booth in a pair of knee high boots, faded blue jeans, and her favourite Larry Tact shirt. She has a white bandana on, and big gold hoops hang from her ear lobes. She watches Jake play an old Terminator 2 Pinball machine like a crack addict across the bar and drinks from her bottle of Miller High Life as she checks the time on her iPhone 15 Pro. Using the camera, she makes sure her crimson red lips are perfect. She puts her phone up on the napkin holder, hitting record.
~START TRANSMISSION~
“Wassup my Supremers? I knows ya’all have missed my crazy antics in my favourite Larry Tact T-Shirt. Imma gonna get your signature one day, Lare Bear, but I’ll enjoy the carebear-you, that you made for me.”
A small pucker of the crimson red lips, showing her likeness to her ‘mamabear,’ followed a small right wink.
“Don’t worry, Supremers; Imma get it done. ANYWAY! A few weeks has come and gone since me’s and my bruh came into SCW… and we have done what we wanted. Make the impact. I didn’t sign up to SCW for a run with a singles title, but Imma facing one half of the champs we wanna take downand besides, everyone and their great granny knows the only person I would pick as a partner has the week off so Imma step in.”
“So, this next card for Breakdown they put me up against La Cucaracha, aka La Pequena Luz. A dominant champion as Imma be hearing but I’s a hear she be a lovely woman, and kinda dangerous. Imma guarantee this won’t be an exact image of whats to come but it be a start. The heart wants what the heart wants, but even once in a while, we need to pull our heads from our asses and realize we gots to do more than have tag matches to get under some skin, ya know, bruh. Unfortunately for La Cucaracha and Amelia Earhart, they don’t know what to expect form the Cowgirls. But to anyone watching knows we’s a gonna be a pain in their tushies, bruhs.”
“Anyway, Cuca, surely youz a be remembering me after this. Imma the one that gonna put my boot up yer ass, but Imma send you some edibles to relieve the pain.”
She stops, pursing her lips as she takes a healthy swig of her beer.
“Imma constantly dealing with slut shaming and masculine toxicity all the time because of the dynamic of my own relationship with my ex-Jakey, and I knows people don’t take me seriously. Imma hoping you do cuz Imma looking for a good fight.”
Cara smiles.
“I’s a don’t even need to see your promo to know you are going to take your jabs at my sister and me’s. It be what everyone does, and Imma thinking you’ll be no different. We gonna make the ring shake, and Imma give you a glimpse of what I’s can do, bruh”
She winks into the lens at all of us.
Cara leans back. She pulls a joint out from the inside of her Larry Tact t-shirt producing a cigar-wrapped blunt. She lights up and knows it’s ok, cause as said before, she was basic royalty to both MCs.
“Ya know Luz? Imma excited.”
Cara holds her right hand in a motion for him to call her.
“In my short career, I has amassed a rather large winning percentage, and while as of late with being one and one, Imma looking to be correcting course like Ron- Ron and pretty sure Imma give ya runs for your money. Imma having one goal, and that’s to show my fists are ready to swing, bruh.”
“Imma put it out there that I am not underselling your skill or overselling my ring work, but my record in my few years of actual wrestling says a lot, yo. Imma really hoping you don’t underestimate me because of the joint hanging from my lips, or some silly pathetic joke from a anyone, from what Imma be hearing alls the time, doesn’t have a pot to piss in.”
Cara leans forward, taking a hard haul, holding in the smokey goodness of God’s Green Crack. She leans back again, exhaling the smoke from deep in her lungs.
“I am gonna make something very clear… Imma no a joke. Imma not a one-trick pony. Imma a dangerous Strader competing professionally between Uprising, Revolution1 and right here in SCW. While Imma enjoying my dope,” she said, displaying her more than half gone spliff, “and like to have fun, it doesn’t mean Imma not gonna take getting into the ring shape seriously. This is my career, this industry is my future, and it runs in my blood. I take every opportunity, outside of any division I want no part of or do want a part of, very muckin’ seriously. Imma sure you do as well. Imma even sayin’ you are definitely the biggest challenge outside of the Rumble of thirty wrestlers that I finished in the top ten in Revo1 where I held their futures title for a hot minute. My biggest challenge AND my biggest victory will be eventually taking the titles from ya.”
She lifts her brow, reaching for her beer. She takes a swig, another toke, before continuing.
“So this is what I am gonna do, Luz: Imma going to dedicate this match to my mamabear and my sister Ron-Ron. Imma know my sister and my best friend have the night off for a moments, but that won’t stop me from giving my all and kicking your ass in their honour.”
“In our family, more specifically my mamabear and auntie teebag, when they were still wrestling and not retired, had a saying as the Cowgirls From Hell, which I started my career in Uprising under and that is: God forgives, we don’t.”
“See ya on Thursday, Luz, and may the best woman win.”
Cara takes a long haul off her spliff and exhales three large smoke circles, and blows a straight line of smoke through them, giving us a wink and the Strader sneer as the feed cuts to an advertisement for Final Fantasy.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Cara picks up her phone and puts it in her purse to edit later before uploading. Her tall and dark-haired, handsome ex-boyfriend, Jake Thomas, slides in on her right as she takes the spliff from her, pulling a deep haul. He places his right hand on her thigh under the table, squeezing it.
“Filmed your promo, Carebear?”
“Mmm, I did. Edit it when we get back to the Ranch,” she said, taking the spliff back, referring to the third home on the massive compound estate that belonged to her mom, “After we have a little fun of our own, hmm? But just us, doll, ok?”
He nuzzles gently into her ear.
“Of course, Cara. Let’s get out of here then.”
She finishes her beer, and they head back to the ranch.
Home of Veronica Strader
Strader Estate
Cara was doing what she did every any evening could, and that was watching and supporting her twin sister from the not less crazy mister but a nicer crazy mister (Cara’s father, Ryan, is a monster) by babysitting the Christian Michelle so Veronica and Outcast could have date night. Plus, she loved watching the little one.
Jake (her ex boyfriend as he came out gay, but she supports him) was out at his Graveyard shift job he slugged out because he wasn’t going to be let Cara pay his rent to Tamika, and greatly appreciated that she tried to pay his way. Cara prodded him, admiring his work ethic but she knew that was because of his dad and how ‘old-school’ he was. The grandfather she never knew made sure she was taken care of for the rest of her natural-born life as well as Victoria and Veronica when he passed away a few years back.
The money was very dirty, mostly cocaine and weapons trafficking, but Cara made a vow to be good with the money and make sure it helped the world in some way; she opened her own edible store as everyone knows, and was trying to figure out what she could charity wise but she would figure it out.
In her favourite pair of purple baggy sweatpants and a CFH hoodie from the SCW merchandise shop, she was snuggled into her comfy brown couch with a bowl of buttery popcorn and was ready to watch a rerun of Hannibal.
“Man, I don’t care if he eat me after, Hannibal has some serial daddy vibes,” she said out loud to her lonesome as the little one was asleep beside her.
She got through the first two matches, but she was itching to face one half of the SCW tag champs. Even if it was gonna be a close match, and the champ had years of experience over her, the mantra her mamabear instilled into her and her sisters rang in through her head “close only counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades.” Cara had zero idea what the analogy meant, but she understood that indicated you do or you do not. It’s what made the original Cowgirls who they were. They dig and claw to get everything they want without giving a damn about the consequences.
How well has that worked? The old man head of the family was dead, and Meghan was trying to figure out how to reveal she was alive, leaving Victoria, Veronica and Cara not knowing how to help her, but she knew her mamabear would figure it out.
Cara laid in her seat as Hannibal was preparing for a dinner party on the TV. Cara may be the fry-bag of the family, but Cara used this time to forget about her troubles and relax before the match on Breakdown.
“Imma guessin’ all the food tastes good, but the human ingredients are disgusting, bruh.”
Cara laughed to herself, and leaned over to give her niece a kiss.
Cara’s Edibles
Houston, Texas, USA
Cara sits in a black Volkswagen van she restored with tinted windows with oversized sunglasses in an effort to disguise herself as she watched her employees work. She had a feeling someone had been watching her at the store and wanted to scope out the customers coming in and out. At the same time, she sees if she can find out if her employees were trustworthy, as inventory had been light a few times. The thought made her sick to her stomach as she loved her employees.
“Did I just sees a bruh dressed as Michael Myers? Gotz to make sure to avoid that bruh.”
Cara was uneasy watching the store. The thought of someone stalking her and employees stealing was a gut wrenching thing for her. She could be overly trustworthy, but she was like her Auntie Tamika in that sense.
“Imma smart cookie, the store is getting real popular. If I’s ever gets injured, this is a solid retirement plan….”
She just wished she was paying better attention, but with everything going on in her life, that was almost impossible. Plus, she was dealing with building a career with Veronica, and so far things had been going well but there was always room for improvement.
“Damn, Imma hungry. I should’ve brought me a sammich. Does Uber eats deliver to a parking lot?”
The Scorpion’s Tail
Houston, Texas USA
Cara sits inside one of the hangouts of John’s Brothers of Mayhem MC and the Bandido MC, who her grandfather rode with as the National Sgt At Arms. She was treated like royalty when she came in or like any other family member as she was one of three Strader princesses. She sits in a far booth in a pair of knee high boots, faded blue jeans, and her favourite Larry Tact shirt. She has a white bandana on, and big gold hoops hang from her ear lobes. She watches Jake play an old Terminator 2 Pinball machine like a crack addict across the bar and drinks from her bottle of Miller High Life as she checks the time on her iPhone 15 Pro. Using the camera, she makes sure her crimson red lips are perfect. She puts her phone up on the napkin holder, hitting record.
~START TRANSMISSION~
“Wassup my Supremers? I knows ya’all have missed my crazy antics in my favourite Larry Tact T-Shirt. Imma gonna get your signature one day, Lare Bear, but I’ll enjoy the carebear-you, that you made for me.”
A small pucker of the crimson red lips, showing her likeness to her ‘mamabear,’ followed a small right wink.
“Don’t worry, Supremers; Imma get it done. ANYWAY! A few weeks has come and gone since me’s and my bruh came into SCW… and we have done what we wanted. Make the impact. I didn’t sign up to SCW for a run with a singles title, but Imma facing one half of the champs we wanna take downand besides, everyone and their great granny knows the only person I would pick as a partner has the week off so Imma step in.”
“So, this next card for Breakdown they put me up against La Cucaracha, aka La Pequena Luz. A dominant champion as Imma be hearing but I’s a hear she be a lovely woman, and kinda dangerous. Imma guarantee this won’t be an exact image of whats to come but it be a start. The heart wants what the heart wants, but even once in a while, we need to pull our heads from our asses and realize we gots to do more than have tag matches to get under some skin, ya know, bruh. Unfortunately for La Cucaracha and Amelia Earhart, they don’t know what to expect form the Cowgirls. But to anyone watching knows we’s a gonna be a pain in their tushies, bruhs.”
“Anyway, Cuca, surely youz a be remembering me after this. Imma the one that gonna put my boot up yer ass, but Imma send you some edibles to relieve the pain.”
She stops, pursing her lips as she takes a healthy swig of her beer.
“Imma constantly dealing with slut shaming and masculine toxicity all the time because of the dynamic of my own relationship with my ex-Jakey, and I knows people don’t take me seriously. Imma hoping you do cuz Imma looking for a good fight.”
Cara smiles.
“I’s a don’t even need to see your promo to know you are going to take your jabs at my sister and me’s. It be what everyone does, and Imma thinking you’ll be no different. We gonna make the ring shake, and Imma give you a glimpse of what I’s can do, bruh”
She winks into the lens at all of us.
Cara leans back. She pulls a joint out from the inside of her Larry Tact t-shirt producing a cigar-wrapped blunt. She lights up and knows it’s ok, cause as said before, she was basic royalty to both MCs.
“Ya know Luz? Imma excited.”
Cara holds her right hand in a motion for him to call her.
“In my short career, I has amassed a rather large winning percentage, and while as of late with being one and one, Imma looking to be correcting course like Ron- Ron and pretty sure Imma give ya runs for your money. Imma having one goal, and that’s to show my fists are ready to swing, bruh.”
“Imma put it out there that I am not underselling your skill or overselling my ring work, but my record in my few years of actual wrestling says a lot, yo. Imma really hoping you don’t underestimate me because of the joint hanging from my lips, or some silly pathetic joke from a anyone, from what Imma be hearing alls the time, doesn’t have a pot to piss in.”
Cara leans forward, taking a hard haul, holding in the smokey goodness of God’s Green Crack. She leans back again, exhaling the smoke from deep in her lungs.
“I am gonna make something very clear… Imma no a joke. Imma not a one-trick pony. Imma a dangerous Strader competing professionally between Uprising, Revolution1 and right here in SCW. While Imma enjoying my dope,” she said, displaying her more than half gone spliff, “and like to have fun, it doesn’t mean Imma not gonna take getting into the ring shape seriously. This is my career, this industry is my future, and it runs in my blood. I take every opportunity, outside of any division I want no part of or do want a part of, very muckin’ seriously. Imma sure you do as well. Imma even sayin’ you are definitely the biggest challenge outside of the Rumble of thirty wrestlers that I finished in the top ten in Revo1 where I held their futures title for a hot minute. My biggest challenge AND my biggest victory will be eventually taking the titles from ya.”
She lifts her brow, reaching for her beer. She takes a swig, another toke, before continuing.
“So this is what I am gonna do, Luz: Imma going to dedicate this match to my mamabear and my sister Ron-Ron. Imma know my sister and my best friend have the night off for a moments, but that won’t stop me from giving my all and kicking your ass in their honour.”
“In our family, more specifically my mamabear and auntie teebag, when they were still wrestling and not retired, had a saying as the Cowgirls From Hell, which I started my career in Uprising under and that is: God forgives, we don’t.”
“See ya on Thursday, Luz, and may the best woman win.”
Cara takes a long haul off her spliff and exhales three large smoke circles, and blows a straight line of smoke through them, giving us a wink and the Strader sneer as the feed cuts to an advertisement for Final Fantasy.
~ END TRANSMISSION ~
Cara picks up her phone and puts it in her purse to edit later before uploading. Her tall and dark-haired, handsome ex-boyfriend, Jake Thomas, slides in on her right as she takes the spliff from her, pulling a deep haul. He places his right hand on her thigh under the table, squeezing it.
“Filmed your promo, Carebear?”
“Mmm, I did. Edit it when we get back to the Ranch,” she said, taking the spliff back, referring to the third home on the massive compound estate that belonged to her mom, “After we have a little fun of our own, hmm? But just us, doll, ok?”
He nuzzles gently into her ear.
“Of course, Cara. Let’s get out of here then.”
She finishes her beer, and they head back to the ranch.