Post by cfh on Jul 25, 2021 22:18:41 GMT -5
July 25th, 2021
Northern Reno Suburbia, Nevada
Meghan Kelser, better known to the wrestling world as Meghan Strader, sits in the living room area of her temporary bungalow home, in a pair of black Lulu lemons, a white tank top, and her nearly two-year-old son Clay sits in her lap, with a fistful of her raven black hair, cooing and smiling up at his mom. She smiles at him as she feels the strong hand of her wrestling legend husband, Dustin ‘Thunderwolf’ Kelser, squeeze her shoulder as he sits down beside her. Their daughter is holding onto his neck, her blue eyes that match her mother’s, looking up at him. Meghan lays her against his shoulder as she makes sweet faces at their son.
“Thank you for ignoring me, babe,” she says without looking up at her man. “I am glad you came to see me and brought our babes.” He nuzzles into her neck under her ear, kissing her.
“Did you think I was going to stay away? You should know me better than that, and I got to watch you book your ticket to the Trios finals,” he says as he places little Elizabeth down beside her twin brother, little Clay. The twins turn their attention to each other and play with some plastic Lego-style blocks laid out over the baby blue shag carpet in desperate need of a twenty-first-century makeover.
“I know, I just didn’t want you or our kids to have to deal with this mess I found myself in,” she says quietly. Strader’s have a bad habit of trying to do the hard things on their own, and so do the Kelser’s, which is why Dustin was here with his wife.
“Babe, you know I wasn’t the biggest fan of your father. We were on opposite sides of everything we did in wrestling, but I respected his abilities, and he gave me you, and I know you didn’t kill the old man,” he says as Liz and Clay clack the Lego pieces together. Meghan, her head still on her man’s supportive shoulder, smiles while watching their children.
“Thank you for believing in me. Felicia has been dragging it out in the courts, but it’s looking like my trial is going to start in August around the girl's birthday,” her voice trembled slightly, something she wouldn’t show the masses. The door can be heard opening and closing with the unmistakable sound of laughing from Cara and Victoria with their Auntie Tamika. When the girls turn the corner into the living room, they let out a high-pitched wail of excitement when they see their little siblings on the floor playing in front of their mom and stepfather. The older twins are dressed similarly in blue jeans, Cara in a sexy black crop top and Victoria in a modest white turtle neck, while Tamika is in a black and white Nike tracksuit, her new short hair hidden under a Tu-Pac inspired black and white bandana.
Cara and Victoria sit on the floor, each taking a toddler in their arms. They smile and kiss their siblings as they play with them, making silly faces. Victoria looks up, acknowledging Dustin; Cara is infatuated with her baby brother as she smiles with the kid, holding his little hands up dancing with him.
“Mom, Dustin, we weren’t expecting this reunion,” Victoria says to them as she looks at her little sister and smiles at her, rubbing their noses together, making the little girl laugh and Victoria smile even more comprehensive. Meghan was happy to see Victoria in good spirits, as she had been trying to help her Uncle John rehab his knees. Plus, after the weird experience of Parabellum in WrestleWorld’s Arcadia, she was concerned for her oldest. Thankfully the Splat television series she is in has started filming and has kept her mind busy because Victoria can spend a lot of time over-analyzing. Just like her Uncle John, Victoria tends to beat herself up internally and doesn’t let people in, except for her twin Cara, again much like John and his twin Tamika. Speaking of Tamika, she kisses both her sister and brother-in-law on the top of their heads as she flops back in the blue loveseat that matches the horrible shag carpet previously mentioned. It was almost a sibling family reunion in Nevada, except for the missing John Strader, but that’s a story for another time.
“Couldn’t stay away from your smokin’ wife, eh Papa Dustin?” Cara says with a wink.
“You know it’s weird that you call me that, right?” he replies with a nervous chuckle.
“Trust me; she cleaned that wayyyy up,” Victoria replies, shivering from the disturbing thoughts of Cara calling their stepfather a DILF. Dustin raises an eyebrow but knows better and doesn’t ask.
“I wanted to see my wife, but I wanted my kids to see their mother more. We have missed her, ya know,” he says, placing his arm around the small of Meghan’s back. Her icy blue eyes smile for the first time in a long while.
“And I am thrilled he did. It’s amazing to have my four babies, my sister and my husband with me right now,” she says, smiling at her girls, son, husband and sister. “We should go over our game plan for the triplets later.”
Tamika, from her spot on the couch, chimes in, “It’s pretty simple. We go in, and we beat their asses into the mat, get the pin and become the inaugural Trios Champions of Uprising, making us Megz and Mika-two-belts.” Meghan is a bit taken back by the bluntness from Tamika but also can’t keep the Strader family sneer off her face knowing her sister is taking her competition to the next level.
“I mean, we are already one-up on them when I beat Loverboy,” Cara inserts with a wave of her hand.
“Careful sweetheart, confidence is good, but if they are even just a wee bit like us, they are well versed with each other,” Meghan says in her reply to Cara’s comment. “Outside of luck-driven random tag teams, people that have tagged together have an ability to sense what their partner is thinking and going to do, and with them being triplets, you can almost guarantee they know what each of them will do and what the other is planning.”
“Well, at the very least, we beat those Sicilian Schmucks yesterday and will do the same again on the fourteenth but against those three wankers,” Tamika replies with a wink.
“Didn’t you talk some shit towards them?” Cara asks while playing with her little brother, making faces at him, and the baby boy giggles away.
“It’s not talking shit if you can back it up, Cara,” Tamika replies while adding, “your mom and I have done it before, against much more skilled competitors. I was just pointing out we have to go through them, and we need to be prepared; they will do whatever it takes.”
Meghan stands up.
“Since we are all here, let’s shoot something for Revolution1 Wrestling,” she says, blowing a strand of the raven hair out of her face. “I’ll change, and we can shoot something. Harold still in Reno, Sinead?” She looks in the direction of her sister, who is still lying down. Tamika rolls her eyes at Meghan’s nickname for her since she cut her hair off but nods yes to the question as she pulls out her phone to text the long-time personal Cameraman of the family. Meghan leaves the room, and Victoria notices the smile on Dustin’s face.
“What’s with the smile, Dustin?” Victoria asks while watching her little siblings play with each other.
“It’s a rough time for the Kelser-Strader family, two families I don’t think any of us ever saw getting together. It has been a rough go, while all the same allowing my wife, your mother, to step into the boots Scott left behind. She always felt stuck in his shadow, not knowing when it would be her time to take the next step; his own selfish nature would prevent her from taking it anyway. Now that he’s gone and Tamika, I don’t mean how it sounds, but the old bastard dying is the best thing to happen to our family,” he says, leaning back on the palms of his hands before letting out a sigh as he stands up. “I’m grabbing some of the Chinese food before it goes cold.”
Victoria and Cara look at each other, eyebrows raised, before slowly looking back over at their aunt as she has now sat up and looks to be in thought.
“Yo, Auntie TeeBag, you there?” Cara says, hoping the nickname will get her attention but mostly because she found it funny. Tamika smirks at her nieces and stands up. She motions for them to follow her.
“Come on, let’s meet your mom outback; I imagine she’ll have everything already laid out and the clothes to wear,” Tamika tells them as she heads out of the room. Cara and Victoria look at each other.
“Well, I’ll keep our brother and sister occupied while you go film. Good luck!”
Cara just smiles as she gets up, leaving Victoria sitting cross-legged on the floor watching the kids play, and a rare smile appears on her lips. “I just love you two so much, stay babies forever,” she says wishfully, knowing it would never happen.
Fifteen Minutes Later...
Harold the Cameraman has ditched his old school shoulder camera and tripods for three stands built for the iPhone 11 Pro because Cara had taught him how to record a panoramic view. The sun has started to set in the west, and the pinkish-orange colour peaks through three palm trees as Tamika Strader, followed by her niece and trio partner, Cara Strader, enter our view with the elder of the two taking the position on the left of our screen and the niece to our right. After a few seconds, the Matriarch of the Strader family and the Cowgirls From Hell, Meghan Strader, enters our view and stands in the middle of the trio, looking to her left and right at her team. All are dressed in vintage CFH black t-shirts with the letters in an off-white with a red tint to it. Tamika has a pair of dark brown leather pants (Jim Morrison or Johnny Silverhand style, you pick). Cara fills out her hip-hugging denim very well, and Meghan wears a black leather skirt cut just above the knee. Harold motions that he is filming, and the Matriarch wastes no time.
“When my sister and I returned,” she says, motioning towards Tamika, “we didn’t quite picture the road we took. We started in Alpha Pro Wrestling, off to my short stint in Action Wrestling, to trying to relaunch the Pioneer Wrestling Association, where we became household names in the sport of wrestling. Things obviously didn’t pan out the way we had hoped. Still, I was able to reconnect with my firstborn children in Cara,” Meghan turns to her baby-girl with a smile and looks back towards us, “and Victoria, who is off paving her own road under our family banner. Hell, I can count on one hand how many matches I have lost in the past 18 months, which isn’t something a lot of my peers and coworkers can say. We win; it’s what we do. We set records. We are about to set one in Uprising, an affiliate of Revolution1 Wrestling, by becoming the inaugural Trios Champions when we beat Brothers Busch at Total Anarchy,” she says with a smirk layered in confidence. “We are so good at what we do that this company right here, Revolution1, told me I was still Tag Team Champion even though Drago Santiago and I split. Can you imagine being revered and respected that much that things are given to you, and you know just as well as they know that you can back it the fuck up.”
Meghan stops, looks a little bit upward to her right, smiles, and looks back at us.
“Even through all of that, things still could be better. It’s no secret I was arrested for the murder of Scott Nash Strader, mine and Tamika’s father, and that I am stuck here in Reno, Nevada, on work conditions until my trial is set to begin, which even I don’t know when that will be. BUT!” she exclaims, “that doesn’t mean that any of you on the roster is safe from us. I may not be able to be there, but these two lovely ladies can…. And trust me, they are just as good as me.”
Meghan takes a step back as Tamika and Cara move forward and closer together, Meghan’s sneer just visible enough between the two Cowgirls torsos.
“Megz is absolutely correct, and we are as good as we say we are. This isn’t my first rodeo, and unfortunately for the Truth Teller and Anya Coyle, my niece and myself have had the advantage of not only training together but teaming together to help move us towards our ultimate goal of becoming the first Trios Champions in Uprising. Rebirth? It is a chance for us to get even more experience under our Texas-sized belt buckles before August 14th right here in Reno and show everyone here in Revo1 why we are the tag team champions and why we will be the first Trios Champions. Why you should all accept the fact that the year of 2021 and beyond is the year of the Strader’s and CFH,” she says with a sweet smile as she runs her right hand through her newly short brown hair.
“Auntie TeeBag and mamabear may sound cocky, but like mama said, that ain’t so if you can back it up,” the words leaving the matching crimson red lips that her mother is wearing. “Anyone who is a fan of tag team wrestling, like Vee and me were growing up as kids; you knew who these two were. Even before we found out we were all family; we idolized the Cowgirls. They showed us that a woman could do anything she sets her mind to,” the words hitting Tamika and Meghan, and we can see the positive effect it is having on them as a family and wrestling unit. “Just before a few months ago I was training and working as Vee’s manager, and now I am teaming with the best tag team in wrestling today, that was the best in the past as well, and I can proudly say it’s with my mama and auntie on top of all that? Well, slap my booty, and call me Judy!”
Tamika can’t stifle her snicker very well, and Meghan doesn’t even bother trying to hide the laugh. Cara looks at them and shrugs with a ‘what I say?’ look on her face. Meghan steps forward and puts her arms around her sister and daughter, giving them each a kiss on the cheek before returning her attention to us.
“Kai Morgan, teller of truths, and Dr. Anya Coyle, psychologist during the day, future World Champion at night,” she says with a curled lip, “At Rebirth, you are going to take part in a clinic of tag team wrestling that will not only show you both what is coming to Revolution1 Wrestling but the rest of the roster. Take notice, the Cowgirls From Hell are here. We are taking over this town just like we are in Uprising, and just like we are there, WE are the Revolution. You would be wise to heed this warning because God forgives,” she says with the infamous family sneer that has taken residence on all of the Strader women’s faces as they speak together in unison.
“We don’t.”
The opiate-addicted Cameraman of the Strader clan slowly pans back from the trio and sends our view into the neon light hue of Reno, Nevada’s skyline.
Northern Reno Suburbia, Nevada
Meghan Kelser, better known to the wrestling world as Meghan Strader, sits in the living room area of her temporary bungalow home, in a pair of black Lulu lemons, a white tank top, and her nearly two-year-old son Clay sits in her lap, with a fistful of her raven black hair, cooing and smiling up at his mom. She smiles at him as she feels the strong hand of her wrestling legend husband, Dustin ‘Thunderwolf’ Kelser, squeeze her shoulder as he sits down beside her. Their daughter is holding onto his neck, her blue eyes that match her mother’s, looking up at him. Meghan lays her against his shoulder as she makes sweet faces at their son.
“Thank you for ignoring me, babe,” she says without looking up at her man. “I am glad you came to see me and brought our babes.” He nuzzles into her neck under her ear, kissing her.
“Did you think I was going to stay away? You should know me better than that, and I got to watch you book your ticket to the Trios finals,” he says as he places little Elizabeth down beside her twin brother, little Clay. The twins turn their attention to each other and play with some plastic Lego-style blocks laid out over the baby blue shag carpet in desperate need of a twenty-first-century makeover.
“I know, I just didn’t want you or our kids to have to deal with this mess I found myself in,” she says quietly. Strader’s have a bad habit of trying to do the hard things on their own, and so do the Kelser’s, which is why Dustin was here with his wife.
“Babe, you know I wasn’t the biggest fan of your father. We were on opposite sides of everything we did in wrestling, but I respected his abilities, and he gave me you, and I know you didn’t kill the old man,” he says as Liz and Clay clack the Lego pieces together. Meghan, her head still on her man’s supportive shoulder, smiles while watching their children.
“Thank you for believing in me. Felicia has been dragging it out in the courts, but it’s looking like my trial is going to start in August around the girl's birthday,” her voice trembled slightly, something she wouldn’t show the masses. The door can be heard opening and closing with the unmistakable sound of laughing from Cara and Victoria with their Auntie Tamika. When the girls turn the corner into the living room, they let out a high-pitched wail of excitement when they see their little siblings on the floor playing in front of their mom and stepfather. The older twins are dressed similarly in blue jeans, Cara in a sexy black crop top and Victoria in a modest white turtle neck, while Tamika is in a black and white Nike tracksuit, her new short hair hidden under a Tu-Pac inspired black and white bandana.
Cara and Victoria sit on the floor, each taking a toddler in their arms. They smile and kiss their siblings as they play with them, making silly faces. Victoria looks up, acknowledging Dustin; Cara is infatuated with her baby brother as she smiles with the kid, holding his little hands up dancing with him.
“Mom, Dustin, we weren’t expecting this reunion,” Victoria says to them as she looks at her little sister and smiles at her, rubbing their noses together, making the little girl laugh and Victoria smile even more comprehensive. Meghan was happy to see Victoria in good spirits, as she had been trying to help her Uncle John rehab his knees. Plus, after the weird experience of Parabellum in WrestleWorld’s Arcadia, she was concerned for her oldest. Thankfully the Splat television series she is in has started filming and has kept her mind busy because Victoria can spend a lot of time over-analyzing. Just like her Uncle John, Victoria tends to beat herself up internally and doesn’t let people in, except for her twin Cara, again much like John and his twin Tamika. Speaking of Tamika, she kisses both her sister and brother-in-law on the top of their heads as she flops back in the blue loveseat that matches the horrible shag carpet previously mentioned. It was almost a sibling family reunion in Nevada, except for the missing John Strader, but that’s a story for another time.
“Couldn’t stay away from your smokin’ wife, eh Papa Dustin?” Cara says with a wink.
“You know it’s weird that you call me that, right?” he replies with a nervous chuckle.
“Trust me; she cleaned that wayyyy up,” Victoria replies, shivering from the disturbing thoughts of Cara calling their stepfather a DILF. Dustin raises an eyebrow but knows better and doesn’t ask.
“I wanted to see my wife, but I wanted my kids to see their mother more. We have missed her, ya know,” he says, placing his arm around the small of Meghan’s back. Her icy blue eyes smile for the first time in a long while.
“And I am thrilled he did. It’s amazing to have my four babies, my sister and my husband with me right now,” she says, smiling at her girls, son, husband and sister. “We should go over our game plan for the triplets later.”
Tamika, from her spot on the couch, chimes in, “It’s pretty simple. We go in, and we beat their asses into the mat, get the pin and become the inaugural Trios Champions of Uprising, making us Megz and Mika-two-belts.” Meghan is a bit taken back by the bluntness from Tamika but also can’t keep the Strader family sneer off her face knowing her sister is taking her competition to the next level.
“I mean, we are already one-up on them when I beat Loverboy,” Cara inserts with a wave of her hand.
“Careful sweetheart, confidence is good, but if they are even just a wee bit like us, they are well versed with each other,” Meghan says in her reply to Cara’s comment. “Outside of luck-driven random tag teams, people that have tagged together have an ability to sense what their partner is thinking and going to do, and with them being triplets, you can almost guarantee they know what each of them will do and what the other is planning.”
“Well, at the very least, we beat those Sicilian Schmucks yesterday and will do the same again on the fourteenth but against those three wankers,” Tamika replies with a wink.
“Didn’t you talk some shit towards them?” Cara asks while playing with her little brother, making faces at him, and the baby boy giggles away.
“It’s not talking shit if you can back it up, Cara,” Tamika replies while adding, “your mom and I have done it before, against much more skilled competitors. I was just pointing out we have to go through them, and we need to be prepared; they will do whatever it takes.”
Meghan stands up.
“Since we are all here, let’s shoot something for Revolution1 Wrestling,” she says, blowing a strand of the raven hair out of her face. “I’ll change, and we can shoot something. Harold still in Reno, Sinead?” She looks in the direction of her sister, who is still lying down. Tamika rolls her eyes at Meghan’s nickname for her since she cut her hair off but nods yes to the question as she pulls out her phone to text the long-time personal Cameraman of the family. Meghan leaves the room, and Victoria notices the smile on Dustin’s face.
“What’s with the smile, Dustin?” Victoria asks while watching her little siblings play with each other.
“It’s a rough time for the Kelser-Strader family, two families I don’t think any of us ever saw getting together. It has been a rough go, while all the same allowing my wife, your mother, to step into the boots Scott left behind. She always felt stuck in his shadow, not knowing when it would be her time to take the next step; his own selfish nature would prevent her from taking it anyway. Now that he’s gone and Tamika, I don’t mean how it sounds, but the old bastard dying is the best thing to happen to our family,” he says, leaning back on the palms of his hands before letting out a sigh as he stands up. “I’m grabbing some of the Chinese food before it goes cold.”
Victoria and Cara look at each other, eyebrows raised, before slowly looking back over at their aunt as she has now sat up and looks to be in thought.
“Yo, Auntie TeeBag, you there?” Cara says, hoping the nickname will get her attention but mostly because she found it funny. Tamika smirks at her nieces and stands up. She motions for them to follow her.
“Come on, let’s meet your mom outback; I imagine she’ll have everything already laid out and the clothes to wear,” Tamika tells them as she heads out of the room. Cara and Victoria look at each other.
“Well, I’ll keep our brother and sister occupied while you go film. Good luck!”
Cara just smiles as she gets up, leaving Victoria sitting cross-legged on the floor watching the kids play, and a rare smile appears on her lips. “I just love you two so much, stay babies forever,” she says wishfully, knowing it would never happen.
Fifteen Minutes Later...
Harold the Cameraman has ditched his old school shoulder camera and tripods for three stands built for the iPhone 11 Pro because Cara had taught him how to record a panoramic view. The sun has started to set in the west, and the pinkish-orange colour peaks through three palm trees as Tamika Strader, followed by her niece and trio partner, Cara Strader, enter our view with the elder of the two taking the position on the left of our screen and the niece to our right. After a few seconds, the Matriarch of the Strader family and the Cowgirls From Hell, Meghan Strader, enters our view and stands in the middle of the trio, looking to her left and right at her team. All are dressed in vintage CFH black t-shirts with the letters in an off-white with a red tint to it. Tamika has a pair of dark brown leather pants (Jim Morrison or Johnny Silverhand style, you pick). Cara fills out her hip-hugging denim very well, and Meghan wears a black leather skirt cut just above the knee. Harold motions that he is filming, and the Matriarch wastes no time.
“When my sister and I returned,” she says, motioning towards Tamika, “we didn’t quite picture the road we took. We started in Alpha Pro Wrestling, off to my short stint in Action Wrestling, to trying to relaunch the Pioneer Wrestling Association, where we became household names in the sport of wrestling. Things obviously didn’t pan out the way we had hoped. Still, I was able to reconnect with my firstborn children in Cara,” Meghan turns to her baby-girl with a smile and looks back towards us, “and Victoria, who is off paving her own road under our family banner. Hell, I can count on one hand how many matches I have lost in the past 18 months, which isn’t something a lot of my peers and coworkers can say. We win; it’s what we do. We set records. We are about to set one in Uprising, an affiliate of Revolution1 Wrestling, by becoming the inaugural Trios Champions when we beat Brothers Busch at Total Anarchy,” she says with a smirk layered in confidence. “We are so good at what we do that this company right here, Revolution1, told me I was still Tag Team Champion even though Drago Santiago and I split. Can you imagine being revered and respected that much that things are given to you, and you know just as well as they know that you can back it the fuck up.”
Meghan stops, looks a little bit upward to her right, smiles, and looks back at us.
“Even through all of that, things still could be better. It’s no secret I was arrested for the murder of Scott Nash Strader, mine and Tamika’s father, and that I am stuck here in Reno, Nevada, on work conditions until my trial is set to begin, which even I don’t know when that will be. BUT!” she exclaims, “that doesn’t mean that any of you on the roster is safe from us. I may not be able to be there, but these two lovely ladies can…. And trust me, they are just as good as me.”
Meghan takes a step back as Tamika and Cara move forward and closer together, Meghan’s sneer just visible enough between the two Cowgirls torsos.
“Megz is absolutely correct, and we are as good as we say we are. This isn’t my first rodeo, and unfortunately for the Truth Teller and Anya Coyle, my niece and myself have had the advantage of not only training together but teaming together to help move us towards our ultimate goal of becoming the first Trios Champions in Uprising. Rebirth? It is a chance for us to get even more experience under our Texas-sized belt buckles before August 14th right here in Reno and show everyone here in Revo1 why we are the tag team champions and why we will be the first Trios Champions. Why you should all accept the fact that the year of 2021 and beyond is the year of the Strader’s and CFH,” she says with a sweet smile as she runs her right hand through her newly short brown hair.
“Auntie TeeBag and mamabear may sound cocky, but like mama said, that ain’t so if you can back it up,” the words leaving the matching crimson red lips that her mother is wearing. “Anyone who is a fan of tag team wrestling, like Vee and me were growing up as kids; you knew who these two were. Even before we found out we were all family; we idolized the Cowgirls. They showed us that a woman could do anything she sets her mind to,” the words hitting Tamika and Meghan, and we can see the positive effect it is having on them as a family and wrestling unit. “Just before a few months ago I was training and working as Vee’s manager, and now I am teaming with the best tag team in wrestling today, that was the best in the past as well, and I can proudly say it’s with my mama and auntie on top of all that? Well, slap my booty, and call me Judy!”
Tamika can’t stifle her snicker very well, and Meghan doesn’t even bother trying to hide the laugh. Cara looks at them and shrugs with a ‘what I say?’ look on her face. Meghan steps forward and puts her arms around her sister and daughter, giving them each a kiss on the cheek before returning her attention to us.
“Kai Morgan, teller of truths, and Dr. Anya Coyle, psychologist during the day, future World Champion at night,” she says with a curled lip, “At Rebirth, you are going to take part in a clinic of tag team wrestling that will not only show you both what is coming to Revolution1 Wrestling but the rest of the roster. Take notice, the Cowgirls From Hell are here. We are taking over this town just like we are in Uprising, and just like we are there, WE are the Revolution. You would be wise to heed this warning because God forgives,” she says with the infamous family sneer that has taken residence on all of the Strader women’s faces as they speak together in unison.
“We don’t.”
The opiate-addicted Cameraman of the Strader clan slowly pans back from the trio and sends our view into the neon light hue of Reno, Nevada’s skyline.