How To Stage A Kidnapping 101 (V.S promo for OCW versus Bam)
Oct 20, 2021 23:46:45 GMT -5
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Victoria Strader’s Yacht The Goddess
Somewhere on the Aegean Sea
October 21st, 2021
“I still can’t believe Grandpa left me this beautiful boat. Never thought I would live on the water along the coast of Hellas.”
Victoria was no stranger to life's craziness. Life was crazy the moment she was conceived, but her parents at some biker party Knox crashed. Life was crazy when she was born, being split up from the other baby she was womb-mates with, Cara Strader. But the craziness had stopped there for about eighteen years living in a relatively normal life. Her adoptive parents, Todd and Janelle Heaton, were taken from the young Victoria just a little over two years ago.
“I am shocked yet not shocked that Knoxxy is my dad, but how lucky am I? When Mum and Dad were killed in that pile-up, I never dreamed that my biological parents would come into my life. Never did I dream who they would be, though. Meghan Strader of the infamous Texan/Canadian hybrid dynasty and Matthew “Raven” Knox. You are either the luckiest kid in the world, or you are not, and all hell breaks loose, and you find yourself kidnapped.”
She chuckled as she searched for a hair tie on the nightstand in the dark. Even with the recent abduction and the testing she was put through, she felt incredibly blessed to have both sides of her biological family. Her glasz eyes scan the room while tying her back, adjusting to the dark. The outline of her naked sleeping girlfriend was teased through the purple silk sheets that always caught the eye of our Strader Queen. A smile creeps across her lips.
“We’ve been through more in six weeks than some partners do over the course of a few years, hopefully way less kidnapping, though.”
She gently leans over her lover, pressing her lips gently on the top of Atara’s head, kissing her before retrieving her pink cotton robe as she too was naked even though the yacht was anchored in the middle of an empty bay, who knows if Google Earth is watching or some creep with a telescope.
“Wow, the stars and moon are so vibrant that I don’t need the back deck light on.”
She had made her way out to the patio on the bow of the yacht, taking a seat on the high-end white pleather couch. She wasn't there for thirty seconds when she heard that beautiful raspy and honey-like Greek accent asking her a question.
“Room for two, Dove?”
“Always for you.”
“Always. Is that your Ouzo and glasses I see?”
Victoria looked up at her lover who was in a silky purple kimono, as she sat down beside setting up the two glasses on the table in front of them, walking very carefully not to tweak her ankle. She pours two drinks, replaces the cap on the Ouzo Aphro’s bottle before grabbing the glasses and handing one to Victoria.
“Opa, Dove.”
“Opa, my Lovely.”
The smooth black licorice candy-tasting liquor warmed their throats as they both reached into allow their lips to embrace and a gentle yet passionate kiss.
“Oh, Atty…”
Nothing lasts forever as they both sit back, Victoria holding Atara’s right hand in her left.
“Why aren’t you sleeping, Dove?”
“My mind won’t let me, and I have been thinking about my parents,” she answered softly.
“Oh, well, we’ll see them soon. You can come to WrestleVania with me and see him.”
“No, not Knoxxy or mom, I mean my adoptive parents.”
Atara takes a sip of her Ouzo Aphro, squeezing her hand.
“Want to talk about it, Lady Louvre?”
Victoria sighs as she takes a drink, looking out at the star's reflection off the Mediterranean water.
“The anniversary of the accident is coming up, and I was feeling guilty because I still have a mom and dad,” Victoria quietly says, looking into the steel blue eyes of her Goddess. “Not knowing who I was until Meghan and Matthew turned out to be my first parents never bothered me, or at least I didn’t think it did. But after last week, I am trying to figure out who I am supposed to be,” she says, and Atara can hear it eating away at her soul.
Atara takes another sip of her signature ouzo. She places the glass back down, turning to her right to face Victoria as she grabs both the Strader woman’s hands.
“Your parents, all of them, are incredibly lucky to have and to have had you. Do you know who you are? You are a Queen to me as I am Goddess to you. You are sweet. You are caring. You are ridiculously stubborn and funny. You have no quit,” she moves forward, bringing her right hand to cup her cheek, leaning in and gently rubbing the tip of her nose against Victoria’s. “No matter what your last name is, you are unique, and there is no one else like you.”
“She’s right; it doesn’t matter where I have come from. I am my own person…”
“So, you are saying I should just be me and be the best possible version of myself?”
The Goddess snorts and shakes her head.
“For as smart as you are, it’s embarrassing how long it can take for you to realize the obvious,” she says with an Atara-wink while sticking her tongue out. Victoria chuckles as her right-hand slides slowly up the left side of Atty’s thigh.
“Well, at least I am smart enough to know you want me,” Victoria finally replies, as a mischievous grin creeps across her lips. “Give Queen Vee some sugar…”
Atara matches the grin as they embrace and make love to each other under the stars as they reflect up off the Aegean Sea.
The Goddess
The Aegean Sea Near Hellas
October 21st, 2021
“I don’t say this near often enough, but I really do have a great life.”
Victoria leans against the railing wearing a pink V-shaped one-piece under a white light kimono. A smile creeps across her face as she can feel the fingertips of Atara’s hand crawling across her lower back.
“I never thought I would feel this kind of happiness again, but here I am on a yacht that’s all mine and a Goddess who is also all mine.”
“Mmm, I am still thinking about last night,” she says to her, as Atty places her head on Vee’s right shoulder, wrapping her arms around her waist, holding onto her tightly. “How’s your ankle feeling today?”
“Better, Dove. What’s the plan for today?”
“Well, as much as I would love to lounge in the sun all day with you, I have to do a promo for my match on Monday,” she replies to her goddess.
“But alas, neither Cara nor Harold are here…”
“I can film it for you,” Atara said, as she must be able to read her mind. Victoria turns around, and her lover's hands sit on the top of her hips and below her waist. “You stand over there,” she says while pointing to the end of the patio. Victoria pulls a little fab out of a pocket in her beach robe and clicks a button on it.
“So cool…”
The patio set up on the bow lowers and slowly disappears as the solid steel panel that matches the colour of the large sea vessel closes. No one would ever know it was there, giving Victoria a large object-less landscape to move around freely on. She watches for her cue.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Whichever media device people watch wrestling promos on, it is filled with the OCW logo before fading away to a sunny day out in the middle of the Aegean Sea. It is greeted by the self-proclaimed future Queen of her family. She smiles for us, her glasz eyes gleaming behind her pair of rose-coloured aviators.
“Hello, my fellow OCW-Weirdos, and I never thought I would be so happy to record a promo so soon again. Of course, I am referring to the abduction that took place in England, but I am not going to beat a dead horse, especially when my interview with Denzel Porter will be airing on Monday during the show.”
Victoria leans back in the centre of the railing that goes all around the box, crossing her left leg over right, and reaching out to grab the rail with bonds leaning back on them. Her thin kimono is loosely tied, which shows us a bit of ‘V’ made by her one piece.
“I am here to talk about the match I was given for Monday, and I will tell you all… it really did shock me. The last thing I expected was to be given an opportunity to earn an, well, for lack of a better word, opportunity to wrestle for OCW’s Trans-Atlantic Championship. A chance to go toe to toe with the Impossible One, Betsy Freakin’ Granger! I mean, how cool is that? She has gone from place to place, making a name for herself. Not just a peer but someone I can look up to as an example of greatness and what it means to be a winner, unlike my opponent Bam Miller,” the displeasure could be heard dripping from her words as her smile starts to fade.
“You know, Bam, I had hoped for something more and just like many of your ex-girlfriends, I was left disappointed,” she says, taking off sunglasses and hanging them from the pocket in her kimono. “Sometimes I feel like a little girl again sitting in front of the TV watching people use the same recycled tripe of an argument on how they would gain a win over a Strader. Times haven’t changed, but the family certainly has. Also, I’m not like you; I don’t need to stage a kidnapping for attention. Me kicking your wannabe biker boi’s ass will be more than enough.”
“It’s not that I lack the confidence of believing I can win; I know I can, I am just not arrogant enough to consider myself unbeatable. I realize there are lessons to be learned out of any situation, and it’s up to me to learn and grow from life’s experiences.”
“One thing life has taught me is to focus on what’s happening in front of me, and that’s something I don’t believe you can grasp. I have watched the Margarita Mix and what you have done since, and all you can talk about is XWF this, XWF that.”
She smirks at the camera.
“What’s it like suckling at the tit of the XWF while I am here focusing on what really matters: getting dubyas here in OCW.”
“You remember they are the ones that sign your paycheque, right? Not the XWF? Which leads me to one last question,” she says, her smile gone but replaced by the family sneer. “Did they at least give you a reach-around tug while they were spanking your ass?”
“You will regret that you didn’t take me seriously when my hand is raised because I am not into dick-measuring contests. I’m into making a name for myself, and that starts on Monday when I punch my ticket to face Betsy Granger for the Trans-Atlantic Championship.”
“Oh, and one more thing. I have three words for you… Atty, if you will,” she says to the camera as it flips all-around before settling on the Goddess as Vee comes up behind and leans her head on her right shoulder.
“Suck our butthole.”
The scene slowly fades as we watch Victoria plant a kiss on Atara’s cheek.
Somewhere on the Aegean Sea
October 21st, 2021
“I still can’t believe Grandpa left me this beautiful boat. Never thought I would live on the water along the coast of Hellas.”
Victoria was no stranger to life's craziness. Life was crazy the moment she was conceived, but her parents at some biker party Knox crashed. Life was crazy when she was born, being split up from the other baby she was womb-mates with, Cara Strader. But the craziness had stopped there for about eighteen years living in a relatively normal life. Her adoptive parents, Todd and Janelle Heaton, were taken from the young Victoria just a little over two years ago.
“I am shocked yet not shocked that Knoxxy is my dad, but how lucky am I? When Mum and Dad were killed in that pile-up, I never dreamed that my biological parents would come into my life. Never did I dream who they would be, though. Meghan Strader of the infamous Texan/Canadian hybrid dynasty and Matthew “Raven” Knox. You are either the luckiest kid in the world, or you are not, and all hell breaks loose, and you find yourself kidnapped.”
She chuckled as she searched for a hair tie on the nightstand in the dark. Even with the recent abduction and the testing she was put through, she felt incredibly blessed to have both sides of her biological family. Her glasz eyes scan the room while tying her back, adjusting to the dark. The outline of her naked sleeping girlfriend was teased through the purple silk sheets that always caught the eye of our Strader Queen. A smile creeps across her lips.
“We’ve been through more in six weeks than some partners do over the course of a few years, hopefully way less kidnapping, though.”
She gently leans over her lover, pressing her lips gently on the top of Atara’s head, kissing her before retrieving her pink cotton robe as she too was naked even though the yacht was anchored in the middle of an empty bay, who knows if Google Earth is watching or some creep with a telescope.
“Wow, the stars and moon are so vibrant that I don’t need the back deck light on.”
She had made her way out to the patio on the bow of the yacht, taking a seat on the high-end white pleather couch. She wasn't there for thirty seconds when she heard that beautiful raspy and honey-like Greek accent asking her a question.
“Room for two, Dove?”
“Always for you.”
“Always. Is that your Ouzo and glasses I see?”
Victoria looked up at her lover who was in a silky purple kimono, as she sat down beside setting up the two glasses on the table in front of them, walking very carefully not to tweak her ankle. She pours two drinks, replaces the cap on the Ouzo Aphro’s bottle before grabbing the glasses and handing one to Victoria.
“Opa, Dove.”
“Opa, my Lovely.”
The smooth black licorice candy-tasting liquor warmed their throats as they both reached into allow their lips to embrace and a gentle yet passionate kiss.
“Oh, Atty…”
Nothing lasts forever as they both sit back, Victoria holding Atara’s right hand in her left.
“Why aren’t you sleeping, Dove?”
“My mind won’t let me, and I have been thinking about my parents,” she answered softly.
“Oh, well, we’ll see them soon. You can come to WrestleVania with me and see him.”
“No, not Knoxxy or mom, I mean my adoptive parents.”
Atara takes a sip of her Ouzo Aphro, squeezing her hand.
“Want to talk about it, Lady Louvre?”
Victoria sighs as she takes a drink, looking out at the star's reflection off the Mediterranean water.
“The anniversary of the accident is coming up, and I was feeling guilty because I still have a mom and dad,” Victoria quietly says, looking into the steel blue eyes of her Goddess. “Not knowing who I was until Meghan and Matthew turned out to be my first parents never bothered me, or at least I didn’t think it did. But after last week, I am trying to figure out who I am supposed to be,” she says, and Atara can hear it eating away at her soul.
Atara takes another sip of her signature ouzo. She places the glass back down, turning to her right to face Victoria as she grabs both the Strader woman’s hands.
“Your parents, all of them, are incredibly lucky to have and to have had you. Do you know who you are? You are a Queen to me as I am Goddess to you. You are sweet. You are caring. You are ridiculously stubborn and funny. You have no quit,” she moves forward, bringing her right hand to cup her cheek, leaning in and gently rubbing the tip of her nose against Victoria’s. “No matter what your last name is, you are unique, and there is no one else like you.”
“She’s right; it doesn’t matter where I have come from. I am my own person…”
“So, you are saying I should just be me and be the best possible version of myself?”
The Goddess snorts and shakes her head.
“For as smart as you are, it’s embarrassing how long it can take for you to realize the obvious,” she says with an Atara-wink while sticking her tongue out. Victoria chuckles as her right-hand slides slowly up the left side of Atty’s thigh.
“Well, at least I am smart enough to know you want me,” Victoria finally replies, as a mischievous grin creeps across her lips. “Give Queen Vee some sugar…”
Atara matches the grin as they embrace and make love to each other under the stars as they reflect up off the Aegean Sea.
The Goddess
The Aegean Sea Near Hellas
October 21st, 2021
“I don’t say this near often enough, but I really do have a great life.”
Victoria leans against the railing wearing a pink V-shaped one-piece under a white light kimono. A smile creeps across her face as she can feel the fingertips of Atara’s hand crawling across her lower back.
“I never thought I would feel this kind of happiness again, but here I am on a yacht that’s all mine and a Goddess who is also all mine.”
“Mmm, I am still thinking about last night,” she says to her, as Atty places her head on Vee’s right shoulder, wrapping her arms around her waist, holding onto her tightly. “How’s your ankle feeling today?”
“Better, Dove. What’s the plan for today?”
“Well, as much as I would love to lounge in the sun all day with you, I have to do a promo for my match on Monday,” she replies to her goddess.
“But alas, neither Cara nor Harold are here…”
“I can film it for you,” Atara said, as she must be able to read her mind. Victoria turns around, and her lover's hands sit on the top of her hips and below her waist. “You stand over there,” she says while pointing to the end of the patio. Victoria pulls a little fab out of a pocket in her beach robe and clicks a button on it.
“So cool…”
The patio set up on the bow lowers and slowly disappears as the solid steel panel that matches the colour of the large sea vessel closes. No one would ever know it was there, giving Victoria a large object-less landscape to move around freely on. She watches for her cue.
~ START TRANSMISSION ~
Whichever media device people watch wrestling promos on, it is filled with the OCW logo before fading away to a sunny day out in the middle of the Aegean Sea. It is greeted by the self-proclaimed future Queen of her family. She smiles for us, her glasz eyes gleaming behind her pair of rose-coloured aviators.
“Hello, my fellow OCW-Weirdos, and I never thought I would be so happy to record a promo so soon again. Of course, I am referring to the abduction that took place in England, but I am not going to beat a dead horse, especially when my interview with Denzel Porter will be airing on Monday during the show.”
Victoria leans back in the centre of the railing that goes all around the box, crossing her left leg over right, and reaching out to grab the rail with bonds leaning back on them. Her thin kimono is loosely tied, which shows us a bit of ‘V’ made by her one piece.
“I am here to talk about the match I was given for Monday, and I will tell you all… it really did shock me. The last thing I expected was to be given an opportunity to earn an, well, for lack of a better word, opportunity to wrestle for OCW’s Trans-Atlantic Championship. A chance to go toe to toe with the Impossible One, Betsy Freakin’ Granger! I mean, how cool is that? She has gone from place to place, making a name for herself. Not just a peer but someone I can look up to as an example of greatness and what it means to be a winner, unlike my opponent Bam Miller,” the displeasure could be heard dripping from her words as her smile starts to fade.
“You know, Bam, I had hoped for something more and just like many of your ex-girlfriends, I was left disappointed,” she says, taking off sunglasses and hanging them from the pocket in her kimono. “Sometimes I feel like a little girl again sitting in front of the TV watching people use the same recycled tripe of an argument on how they would gain a win over a Strader. Times haven’t changed, but the family certainly has. Also, I’m not like you; I don’t need to stage a kidnapping for attention. Me kicking your wannabe biker boi’s ass will be more than enough.”
“It’s not that I lack the confidence of believing I can win; I know I can, I am just not arrogant enough to consider myself unbeatable. I realize there are lessons to be learned out of any situation, and it’s up to me to learn and grow from life’s experiences.”
“One thing life has taught me is to focus on what’s happening in front of me, and that’s something I don’t believe you can grasp. I have watched the Margarita Mix and what you have done since, and all you can talk about is XWF this, XWF that.”
She smirks at the camera.
“What’s it like suckling at the tit of the XWF while I am here focusing on what really matters: getting dubyas here in OCW.”
“You remember they are the ones that sign your paycheque, right? Not the XWF? Which leads me to one last question,” she says, her smile gone but replaced by the family sneer. “Did they at least give you a reach-around tug while they were spanking your ass?”
“You will regret that you didn’t take me seriously when my hand is raised because I am not into dick-measuring contests. I’m into making a name for myself, and that starts on Monday when I punch my ticket to face Betsy Granger for the Trans-Atlantic Championship.”
“Oh, and one more thing. I have three words for you… Atty, if you will,” she says to the camera as it flips all-around before settling on the Goddess as Vee comes up behind and leans her head on her right shoulder.
“Suck our butthole.”
The scene slowly fades as we watch Victoria plant a kiss on Atara’s cheek.