Page 16 of Stream Heat
VICTORIA SMITH IS EVIL CONFIRMED
Stella leaned in closer, her voice a razor blade wrapped in velvet. “What you all saw last night wasn’t just a heat. It was a suppressant crash. Military-grade suppressants, the kind that are illegal in most countries. The kind that can cause organ damage, cognitive issues, even death.”
She was right, but it still tasted like poison.
“How do I know? Because I was on them too. Until I realized what they were doing to my body, to my mind. Until I realized that Victoria Smith was slowly poisoning all of us for profit.”
It felt like swallowing glass. Every word she said was true, but she’d turned my medical disaster into ammunition for her own clout war. Just like always.
She started rattling off names of suppressants, side effects, and more. The more she talked, the more the chat bayed for blood, for Victoria’s, for mine.
“Quinn made her choice,” Stella insisted, eyes hard. “She chose to keep taking those pills. She chose to build her entire persona around mocking alphas while secretly being an Omega. She chose to lie to all of you.”
The betrayal in her voice would’ve made me believe, too, if I hadn’t been sitting on the floor next to her while Victoria Smith told her she was “too alpha” for the market. If I hadn’t seen Stella sob for an hour after losing a major sponsorship over one “unbecoming” outburst. If I hadn’t been the one to pass her my own suppressants in a paper cup, back when we were both just desperate not to be noticed at all.
“The worst part is,” she finished, “she didn’t have to lie. Look at me! I’m thriving as an openly alpha female streamer. Yes, I faced discrimination. Yes, I lost opportunities. But I never compromised who I really am.”
Laughable. Maybe the world hated alpha women, but it annihilated Omegas. No one wanted us in pro gaming unless it was to be a mascot, a joke, something to stare at. Not a threat.
“So while I feel sorry for Quinn’s medical situation, I can’t condone the years of deception. The gaming community deserves better. Her viewers deserved better.” There was no mistaking the glee in her eyes, no matter how soft she made her voice.
The chat went straight for the throat:
she betrayed all of us
no wonder she always attacked alphas, classic self-hatred
tell us more about nexus!!! expose them queen!!!
Stella didn’t even try to hide her smile. “Should I tell them about the Nexus contracts, chat? Should I show them what Victoria Smith is really doing to young streamers?”
They howled for it, and she teased them with more. “Maybe next stream. I need to talk to my lawyers first.” She knew exactly what she was doing.
I closed the stream before I could smash my phone. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely keep hold of it. It was true, everything about Nexus, about Victoria Smith, about the pills. What Stella left out was the part where she’d begged me for a handful to get her through Worlds. The part where she’d only gone alpha after it was profitable.
The responses to her stream were worse. They always are.
@StellaStVictory dropping TRUTH BOMBS about Quinn's fake Beta scam
So Quinn was lying to everyone for EIGHT YEARS? No wonder she crashed so hard
@KaraQuinn care to comment on @StellaStVictory’s revelations about Nexus Management drugging streamers?
I scrolled until my vision blurred. I wasn’t sure if it was tears or withdrawal. Maybe both. There was a rhythm to this kind of pain, click, scroll, bleed, repeat. Most people couldn’t keep up. I was a professional.
Then another thumbnail jumped out. Callie Cross, AKA. Clickbait Queen. Pink hair split in two cute braids, oversized crewneck, heart-shaped face. She looked serious. Like, funeral serious. The video title jumped out at me.
On Kara Quinn, Heat Stigma, and Why We Need to Do Better
I hesitated. Callie wasn’t a “friend.” We’d crossed paths, but I’d always written her off as background noise, lifestyle influencer content, “easy mode,” nothing like the high-strung grind of competitive gaming. Still, something in her eyes made me tap.
“Hey besties,” she said, quieter than usual. “I know everyone’s talking about what happened with Kara Quinn last night, and I’ve been debating whether to address it.”
She paused to pop a gum bubble. She was nervous. I recognized it. I’d seen her do it at panels when she thought the cameras were off.
“First, let me be crystal clear, what happened to Kara was a medical emergency, not content. Clipping it, sharing it, memeing it? That’s not okay. That’s harassment.”
Her chat, usually a zoo, was actually supportive.
