Chapter 32: The Rise of Queen Vee

OOC: Sorry for the late post! First part is off camera.

US Marshal Detachment
Houston, Texas
May 5th, 2021

“I can’t believe she has to spend her birthday locked up.”

Victoria pulls up to a parking space in her mom's car, a silver 1998 Pontiac Trans Am LS1 Corvette V8 under the hood with custom throwback snowflake rims. She puts the car in ‘park’ and looks over at her sister, Cara, who had just finished smoking some wacky tabacky.

“Did you really have to smoke that before enter a Federal building?”

“Hey, look, I have a medical card for it,” Cara says, as she rummages through her black and gold Gucci purse and presents her medical marijuana card.

“You didn’t bring any or have any in the car, do you?”

“You better say no…”

“Chill homeslice, you are wrecking my vibe. No, that was all. Just because I toke, it doesn’t mean I am a fool.”

“Ok, fair point. Let’s go see mom,” Victoria says with a touch of sadness. She lost her adoptive parents and is afraid she’ll lose her mom to the death penalty.

After the hassle of going through the agents, the fraternal twins sit in the visiting area, waiting for their mom. After another few minutes, two Federal agents escort Meghan Kelser to the visiting room. Even without her signature crimson red lips, she still is as beautiful as ever, her long raven hair falling over her shoulders, and her icy blue eyes widen at the sight of her firstborn children.

“Oh, my girls,” says Meghan as she sits down with her daughters. “You two look great. Victoria and Cara my first twins. Dustin brought the babies the other day. I wish I were as ‘happy’ as you though, Cara.”

The three women hold each other’s hands because there is a no embracing rule.

“Happy Birthday, Mom! I’m sorry you are stuck in here,” says Victoria, her head tilted to the right. Happy to see her mom, but it hurts to see her in an orange jumpsuit.

“It’s ok. I have had worse birthdays than this. I am a Strader, after all,” Meghan replies with a chuckle. “One day, I’ll tell you girls the story of my twenty-sixth birthday in Puerto Rico.”

“So, like your lawyer said, you have a bail hearing on Friday, and it’s looking good,” Cara asks. The weed from earlier must have been a ‘creeper.’

“Yes, she figures it’ll be six figures at least, but we got the compound. Dad did leave me everything. Maybe his way of saying sorry… but I will never know,” Meghan says sadly. “Yeah, I will have to stay at the compound while Felicia gets a work release, and then I will have to rent a hotel for a long time.”

“So, like then I can go back to WrestleWorld full time?” Cara asks.

“Yes, but this is a bit of a test for you too; I know you have this in you. I heard you made a big impact on the last show. Keep it up, baby. Victoria, how are you liking Wrestleworld?”

“ Honestly, I love it. I got a match against Ace Sky. I think he and Jacob Figgins would make a fitting team. Spacemen and all,” Victoria says with a bit of a chuckle.

“Never underestimate an opponent. Figgy is a dangerous guy in the ring, and this Ace Sky may be the same. Prepare for whatever could be thrown at you. Think 2-4 steps ahead of your opponent,” Meghan says warmly, trying to pass off wisdom to our Queen Vee.

“You are right. Didn’t gramps team with the… what was it?” she asks as she tilts her head to the left, thinking.

“Kumquat Kid. And they won tag titles in the original AWE,” Meghan says, answering her question.

The three spend the allotted twenty minutes taking their mom’s mind off of being locked up when she didn’t kill Scott Nash Strader.


Wrestleworld Mall
WrestleWorld Island
May 7th, 2021


The Strader family is usually a combination of drama and good times. Victoria was still learning what it means to be a Strader. Her grandfather was murdered, her Uncle was arrested during the 6’10 biker’s funeral. He was released, but during a tribute to Scott on an episode of Uprising’s Revolution, her mother was arrested. She is finally out on a $450,000 bail, but she is stuck in Texas. Victoria sits on a bench in the impressive super mall holding a few bags. We can’t tell what’s in it, sorry. But we guarantee you’ll like it. She is dressed in a white turtleneck and green coloured jeans, and her, as always, hair is in a ponytail. Her fraternal twin, Cara Strader, is filming her. She gives a cute smile, head slightly tilted to the right.


START TRANSMISSION


“Hey, hey WrestleWorld universe! First off, Devon. Listen to me when I say this... your wife is” she says, trailing off, so Cara turns the camera to her.

“She is a big bitch!” she exclaims and turns the camera back to Victoria, who is stifling a laugh.

“Anyway, I am annoyed you cost us the win and being able to stick it to the bastards that ruined our one on one. I hope we face each other again one day. But this next Chapter, I am the second match in if someone accepts Layne’s challenge, against a Jewish Texan in Ace Sky,” she says with a small smile.

She stands up and comes a bit closer to us.

“Ace, I did my homework on you. For instance, our families started in Houston, Texan. However, we aren’t out to defend the galaxy from evil,” she says, her hands moving with her words. “No, us Strader’s like to dominate the ring. Take names, be respected, and make people think twice about getting in the ring with us, ” she says with a sigh.

“I know I am not at that stage yet. I have to earn that, and that sucks for your Ace. I see so many people put so much energy into holding a title. Imagine what Alessandro would do if he lost the American Dream title? He would be the one suffering from the devastation, ” she says with a wink and a bit of the Strader sneer known throughout her family. “So much emphasis is put on championships. Colt Montoya set an open challenge; no one can take it from him.”

Victoria begins to pace as she speaks.

“Me? I just want to kick some ass and take names. Like our Uncz,” she says, pointing to herself and Cara as well. “Everyone puts so much emphasis on titles, and that being the thing that makes you a household name. Me and Uncz? We plan to show your worth isn’t the weight in the gold strap you can win, but comes from being a dominant figure in the ring.”

“My career so far has not at all gone the way I want it to. The last promotion I was in, I swear they were trying to kill me. I came here for a fresh start, and Devon Slayton had to mess that up for me with his enemies attacking us. Sure I got my first singles to win, but it was by DQ, and that’s purely unexpectable.”

She stops pacing and looks at us, her green eyes smiling, but the Strader sneer is across her face.

“Ace, I am coming to this match prepared and ready to rock and roll. I would recommend focusing on yours truly instead of the evil in the galaxy. See, I was trained by my mother, and my aunt, the infamous Cowgirls From Hell, the future Trios Champions in Uprising, and I have the utmost confidence in myself. Someone once said it ain’t being cocky if you can back it up… well, Ace, unfortunately for you, I plan on backing that up.”

Usually, this would be when a Strader would light a cigarette, but Victoria doesn’t smoke or toke. She leaves that up to Cara. Instead, Victoria pulls a red sucker out of her back pocket, opens it up and pops it in her mouth.

“Ace, you are in the way of me taking names around here to show you don’t need a leather strap with a gold plate to be somebody here or anywhere at Chapter 32: Eye of the Storm. It is a fitting title for the show when that’s exactly what you’ll be entering the ring to face. I am hungry, Ace. Hungry and a bit p’oed with how things have been going. On Mother’s Day, we change that.”

She stops and gives us a smile with a dash of her family trademark sneer. The red candy is on sticks out from the right corner of her mouth with the white stick.

“Us Strader’s do have a saying. My mom, Meghan Strader, came up with it, and it’s so very fitting.”

“God Forgives.”

At this point, Cara has already attached the camera to a stand and comes into our view to stand by Victoria.

“We don’t.”


We fade to a video promotion of Arcadia.