Post by "The Scorpion" Veronica Cain on Dec 8, 2021 11:22:07 GMT -5
VSK Childhood Home
Eldorado Ave, London, Ontario Canada
December 5th, 2021
Cara wasn’t sure when she had been tied up but she knew it couldn’t have been very long or the day had lapsed around and she had been holding a full bladder when she first arrived. The sun is seen setting through a damaged blind in the window in the basement of VSK’s childhood home. Cara was worried.
“Fudge me sideways, I am gonna be down here until I scare the hell out of the maid on Monday,” she thinks to herself.
She thought Veronica was bad news since she met her as a kid in 2008 but that’s for another time. Cara was about to cry from frustration and was about to lose her mind but then the heavenly sound of a half dozen Screaming Eagle tailpipes start to get louder and louder.
Outside of the VSK Childhood home, 5 2021 Fat Boy 114’s that are being led by an older 1945 Harley Davidson Panheaddone in baby blue are coming around the corner. The bikes rumble to a stop in the driveway, and the 6 men get off of them. The Panhead rider is John Nash Strader, son of SNS, brother to Meghan Strader the girls’ mother and his twin Tamika Strader, and his look is one of concern for both his nieces.
“Taz, Joliet-Jake, Birdie, Snake take the perimeter around the house, Tweaky you are with me,'' John says to them all and the men break off in their orders. The two Presidents look at the door.
“Got a key?”
“No…” John replied slowly. He pulls his Desert Eagle out from his kutte and a silencer from the other side. He twists it on quickly. “But I do have this,” he says. The other man gestures after John, the National President of the Brothers of Mayhem MC.
John puts a hand over the target to catch any debris, after all, it was a .50 calibre weapon.
Thwack!! thwack!!
Cara looks towards the door and sees the street light shines in and she starts yelling behind her gag so only muffles can be heard but she started moving around in the four-legged teachers she was tied to and bound to.
John looks back down from the kitchen, and the look of relief on his face. He pretty much just hail-marys down the stairs.
“Cara! Oh thank Fudge, I didn’t want to give your momma bad news. She’d tear me a new asshole!” John laughs with relief as he gets her gag off. Cara could be a whole other definition of ‘extra’.
“Oh, thank the lord or devil, can’t honestly say we are lords, but yeah, I have had to pee since last night!”
John was relieved and got his niece out of the chair, who flew up the stairs around the corner to the bathroom in the hall, which was her destination when Veronica put her in this situation.
A little while later, after John thanked his men in the London Charter for coming as back up because from what he had heard from both his sisters, Veronica was a wild card capable of anything. He was a good and loyal man. Up until his injury, Victoria followed him everywhere; they lived together while John was performing in the ring and riding the lead of Harley’s around in North America; he went on building charters to expand his club. John had his Poop to go through and wasn’t about to drag her down, but he still had the sound in his head that this couldn’t be the same young woman who he had become quite fond of. He was kind of right in thinking that it wasn’t Victoria anymore, and time will show just how accurate the statement would be.
“You ok, kid?” he asks from what looked to be his perch at the counter that had barstools up against it. Cara looked up at her Uncle from her spot at the kitchen table.
“You know Victoria, and I would sit there as kids, not knowing we were sisters, but we were sisters from day one anyway, we never need blood… we sat there, and her dad would make us pancakes that stacked taller than skyscrapers in childish minds, and I don’t think either one of us finished what he made…”
John catches a look in his niece's eye as she tells him that story. She’s saying goodbye.
“Hey, kid, we’ll get her back,” he says to her, hoping for a positive outcome. He adored them both
“No, Uncle John, we won’t. Veronica warned me all those years ago… just to keep control once for so many days, and she’s in control forever. That’s when I threw a stick from my basket to cause that bicycle accident that hid her away.”
“Well, how much time do we have?”
Cara scoffs and shakes her head.
“I didn’t wait to hear it out… maybe I should have.”
“From the sounds of it, she would have lied to you,” he said, hoping she would buy it.
“Maybe,” she replies. She sees her Uncle lost in thought about something that is obviously bothering him. She prods; she constantly prods.
“What’s up? You are all distant suddenly.”
John shifts uncomfortably on the stool before reaching into his kutte and pulling out his phone. He taps the passcode to find what he is looking for and hands it to Cara.
Cara sits back and lets out a snort of sorts as she realizes that she is watching Bip Sayles’s leaked video clips. She hands the phone back and stands up. John is on the edge of his stool as he puts his phone away.
“And where do you think you are going right now?”
“Back to Redwood and plan my break-in of the OCW Arena down in the sunshine state of Florida,” she replies softly, her head lost in a whirlwind of Poop.
Kelser Residence
Ocean View Country, North Carolina, USA
December 5th, 2021
Meghan Kelser, better known in the wrestling world by her family’s last name of Strader, paced the small balcony built out of the master bedroom no matter the chilly air, she always liked the feel of it. She was worried about her firstborn in Victoria Strader-Knox, that sweet girl that took on her father’s name to calm his nerves of discovering the young woman he was already father level fond of was actually his own? Worried, he’s given her a family affliction that they are known to suffer from. Although Meghan had felt something was off, she was always in check of herself not to overstep. It had been barely two years since she learned of Victoria and a daughter she had no idea she had from giving in and passing out through it all. After all, she was barely in her 16th year when she had them.
Her pace was noticed by the first person to love her for who she was; every ugly scar and blemish she had, self-inflicted and otherwise.
She looked elegant to Dustin Kelser, a long-retired wrestler of Strader history who had been cast out in the blood for a decade before their chance encounter at a reunion show Meghan and Dustin had been roped into for when they laid the boulevard of broken but mended dreams. Once could lose count in how many children he had with other women, including his current and third wife, but he wouldn’t change any of it, nor should he, but he wished he could calm her worries about Victoria. They had seen the leaked video material of Veronica Strader debuting in OCW courtesy of John as he let them both know Cara was okay.
“Dust, what am I supposed to do? How do I save my child?”
He didn’t know how to answer her and instinctively slid his arms around her waist and leaned down to look in the same icey blues he stared into when he would face her father, Scott Nash Strader, and tried to calm her down.
“Love, that’s the maternal instinct kicking in, and we have to remember that sometimes our children don’t want to be saved.”
“No, that unacceptable Dust. I can’t just sit back and watch my daughter go down like this! I got to do something!”
Meghan goes to move from his grasp but stops when he holds firm and looks into her eyes with emerald green stone-coloured eyes of his own.
She goes to interject, but he slid in slicker than snot on a doorknob, taking her crimson red lips that drove him crazy over the lipstick she left everywhere. She sighs and lets out a small moan. She speaks for a second, breaking their liplock.
“Oh, I hate when you do that,” she said, biting on his bottom lip in retaliation.
“Love, there is nothing we can do right now. We can have a nice breakfast in the morning with our monsters and figure out what we can do from there.”
She went slightly limp in his arms as he nibbled on the bottom of her ear lobe. She hated when he was right, but it was also why she fell in love with him in the first place. Besides the great sex that is, but that never hurts in any relationship. It always took her back to that warm December night she conceived Victoria with Matthew Knox and Cara from the disappointing romp the whole day later with Ryan Gaudet. Now she was never disappointed.
Twelve Hours Later…
Meghan sits with her babies outside the back door area of the Kelser estate in the garden area that would be back in bloom next spring. It was funny that as rich as Dustin and herself was, it never came from wrestling but smart investments and selling at the right time. And everyone laughed at Meghan when she bought 50,000 Bitcoins in 2015 but here they were. It was a cold day, but the twins were dressed for warmth, and Meghan was a believer in getting the kids outside. Dustin, however, said no thank you, but it was more because he knew she needed time to think in reflection. When he finally did decide to brave the cold with his and their children, he could a sullen look on her rosy cheeks from the cold.
“How are you doing, Love?” He said in that way, a good piece of gingerbread tastes good during the yuletide season. “Figured out the game plan?”
Dustin liked both Meghan’s firstborn twins with different fathers, and you better believe that thought kept him up at night, especially when Cara kept calling him Poppa Dilf.
Meghan sighed as she lifted her triple espresso doused cappuccino to her lips. She was careful not to throth her upper lip, as it was an annoyance to reapply the crimson red she had worn for 20 some odd years. She places her cup down and sighs as she looks over at the formerly known wrestler, Thunderwolf.
“I don’t know, darlin’; I think you are right and she almost needs to come out of it on her own. I have to believe that Victoria is alive and well, buried in her psyche. I don’t care that she is with OCW; you need to do what is unpopular to get ahead in this industry. I just care that some dark side has taken control of her burying her so she can’t speak up while Veronica spits venom at one half, which brought her life…'' Meghan trails off in her thoughts, and Dustin lets her drift. He knew better than to interrupt his wife when she went into these deep thoughts.
It felt like eons had passed when the almost three-year-old twins were fussing to go back inside.
After being inside for a few minutes, Meghan’s iPhone goes off, and she asks her husband to grab it. Dustin sees the notification and contemplates not telling her, but again, he knew better. He handed her the phone, and he watched his wife’s heartbreak in front of his eyes.
“She fired me…”
He quickly brought her into an embrace as their children cooed on the floor while playing with building blocks that nearly broke both their necks.
He just watched his wife’s heartbreak, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do; the ghost of Scott Nash Strader still walked with her every waking moment but to lose that connection to her child like he did with her and Tamika, as well as John at the end would always be with her.
