Post by meghanandtamika on Jan 4, 2021 9:48:16 GMT -5
Muscle beach
Venice, California
January 1st, 2021
Meghan was thrilled to be back in California. She decided after her little brother and her oldest daughter moved to Redwood City, so it made sense to move into the beach house that she bought off her father, Scott Nash Strader. She had been cleaning for days, and getting her husband, the legendary Thunderwolf Dustin Kelser, was in the garage cleaning out the boxes while the twins coo happily in their playpen. Meghan is wearing a pair of black Lulu Lemons, white thong sandals, an older Cowgirls From Hell shirt she has tied at her left side, and a purple bandana holding her raven hair back. Her icy blue eyes glimmer from the setting sun. She opens her patio doors and walks out onto her back down, leaving the door open so she could hear the kids. Dustin comes in from the garage to see his wife watching the sun go down. He stops at the playpen to show his kids some love and walks to her sliding up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face in her neck behind the left ear. He gives her ear a bite, and she moans softly.
“Dustin, we don’t need any more kids,” she said, making her husband chuckle.
“Well, there are other ways we can make love and not get pregnant,” he said casually, expecting a jab to the ribs but doesn’t get one.
“Well, that day may come, but it certainly won’t be today,” she replies, turning around to face her husband. They touch their foreheads together. “Thank you for agreeing to move to California, babe. It means the world to me,” she said, kissing him on the nose.
“Hey, I want you to be able to see Victoria. After what your asshat father did to her, she needs to know there are good people in this family, extended and immediate. She’s a real good kid,” he says, knowing that makes his lover feel the pride every good parent feels for their child.
“Yeah, you know, I was worried about her being surrounded by outlaw bikers, but she showed she could hold her own in that crazy St. Elmo Purge match,” she says with that sense of pride mentioned earlier.
Meghan kisses her husband deeply on the lips and sighs as little Clay and Elizabeth start fussing. She goes to take care of it, but her husband holds onto her right wrist.
“I got it, babe. Enjoy the sunset,” he says with a wink. “Alright, babes, it’s time for bed!”
Dustin walks off back into the house as Meghan can’t help but smile.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asks herself, knowing it was because she deserved happiness.
That wasn’t always the case for Meghan Kelser. She had even dropped the ‘Nash Strader’ for a while, thinking that would help, but she realized that ‘MNS’ was who she was and always going to be. Dustin took the twins off to bed as the sun is halfway down now. Meghan closes her eyes as the wind off the water gently blows her hair back. ‘I Ain’t Living Long Like This’ by Waylon Jennings plays from her iPhone 1mini, signalling her little brother was calling. She swipes to answer and brings the phone up to her ear.
“Hey John, Happy new year!”
“Hey sis, you too! Get settled back into the beach house? I haven’t been there since the old man owned it,” he says. The last time he was in 2008 while he was prospecting for the Bandido Motorcycle Club before he was tasked to start a brother club to them and ended up staying with his crew: The Brothers of Mayhem.
“Yeah, it’s been lovely being back. I forgot how much I missed California and the beaches,” she replies.
“Good, glad to hear it. You got a match coming up, are you ready?” he asks even though he already knows the answer.
“Well, I won’t lie, it’s weird not having Meeks as my partner, but Drago Santiago seems like a suitable temporary replacement,” at least she hoped so.
“I’ve heard about him, pretty sure he just signed with Project: Honor,” he replies. “Maybe we’ll be drafted to Fallout and go head to head.”
“Is there something wrong?” she asks, satisfying her curiosity. “You never call anyone.”
“Yeah, I was just curious about what you are going to do if you end up facing Meeks. I mean, that is a possibility even with both of you facing champions and former champions.”
Meghan doesn’t respond right away as she gets lost in the sun setting and the darkness waving over the water and sand. ‘That’s a good question,’ she thinks to herself.
“You there?”
“No, yeah, sorry, I am here. I hadn’t thought about that. From what I know about Drago is that he is an absolute nightmare for whoever he faces. From Detroit, a bit taller than me,” she replies, showing she has been studying not just her opponents but her new partner.
“Ha, I’ll be sure to catch the illegal clips on YouTube before they are removed,” he replies with a light chuckle.
“What, do you have something better to do,” she asks with curiosity.
“Well, Lillie Saint is coming over, gonna teach her how to ride a bike,” he says, and she knows he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face without seeing him.
“Lillie Saint, you sure that’s wise, Johnny?”
“Everything will be fine; I am not afraid of Colton Saint, Colt Montoya whatever the hell he wants to call himself,” he replies with Strader confidence. Maybe it’s arrogance, but that’s up to the individual to figure that out.
Meghan can feel her husband’s hands slide down her hips; turning her head, she kisses him.
“Listen, John, thank you for the call; it gave me some things to think about; I’ll call you and Victoria tomorrow. I love you,” she says as her husband continues to touch her.
“Yeah, no worries, love you too,” he says as they end the phone call.
START BROADCAST
The scene opens up with the Cowgirls From Hell logo followed by the Revolution1 Wrestling graphic. As that fades out, we can see Meghan Nash Strader at Muscle Beach, not far from her Venice Beach home. She’s dressed in black fitted yoga pants, black Addidas shoes with white strips on the sides, a Drago Santiago t-shirt, black fingerless weight gloves, her raven black hair is pulled back, and we can see the fire in her icy blue eyes as she does chin-ups. As we get closer, we can hear her grunting her reps.
“Forty-seven, Forty-Eight, Forty-nine, fifty, ugh,” she says to herself before noticing the Revo1 crew member filming.
“Not going to wait for me to clean up a bit, eh?” she asks rhetorically (that means there is no real answer) as she grabs her weight towel and wipes the sweat from her brow.
The camera lady doesn’t answer as Meghan takes a seat on a bench press set, motioning us closer. She smiles for the camera and us the viewers.
“So, everyone got to see on the Christmas supershow that the Cowgirls From Hell are one of the most dominant tag teams in the industry,” she says in her matter of fact way. “However, this tag tournament got lucky that Tamika and I weren’t put together… or are they?” she asks, looking up to her right in thought. She brings her eyes back down into the camera.
“Meeks is partnered with The Rookie of the Year in Sara Cross, and I have am tapped to tag with this man,” she says, pointing at her Drago t-shirt. “Drago Santiago, I have heard your name whispered throughout the locker rooms. I heard about you when Meeks and I had reopened the PWA. As my lawyers pointed out, as I was going to sign you, that might not be the best idea. Considering how brutal you are, not just with your words but your fists, feet, head, and whatever appendage that could be used to hurt someone,” she raises her right eyebrow, then winks into the camera. “But I approve of having you as my partner, and it serves you well to have someone with championship pedigree like myself. So let’s wreck the silent giant and the Hardcore or Horrorcore, whatever it is called champion, and show them why we are going to be Revolution1 Wrestling Tag Team Champions”.
She reaches over the barbell that is holding her black zip-up Cowgirls From Hell hoodie and pulls out a soft pack of Marlboro Reds. She taps the pack against her hand and slips the brown filter into her mouth, and with a flick of her zippo, she is flavour country. She takes a deep drag and exhales through her nose.
“Jace Knight Myers, a fitting name since you remind of me Tyler Mane, hopefully, you don’t yell ‘No’ and break your silence when you eventually turn on that crazy doctor that looks to be running your life. What is it with all these people drinking the Kool-Aid?!” she throws up her arms in wonder. She takes another drag, exhaling slowly as the smoke slightly covers her features. “I never understood those that can’t talk for themselves. I mean, if you can’t trash talk, how do you expect to get under anyone’s skin?”
“I see behind the façade. Do you know what I think? I think your doctor friend who likes to do all your talking is your puppet master, and somewhere along the line, you let her shove her hand up your ass to do her dirty work,” she smiles for the camera and gives it a wink. “Don’t you want to be your own man, person, or whatever you identify with being? Do you want to have this woman have control over you not only in her creepy fucking sleep clinic but the squared circle as well?” she asks without expecting any real form of response to her question. “Jace, your giant ass is the only one in this match-up that can’t speak for themselves, and I promise you that ins a mistake.”
She takes another drag and chuckles to herself as she looks at her cigarette.
“Dorian Rhodes, not going to lie, I am a bit of a fan. If my sister and I were going to relaunch with the roster, we would be inquiring with your agent. I mean it, Dorian,” she says, blowing some stray hairs that come loose out of her face. “You went through absolute hell at the Christmas super show, and you came out on top as Revoultion1’s new Horrorcore Champion; that’s pretty impressive. You are moving up in the world as a second-generation wrestler. I know all about that, even though I am technically 3rd generation with my grandfather and old man, and I am here to tell you, Dorian, while you are moving up the ranks quickly, I will not be one of your stepping stones.”
She takes one last drag before dropping the red lipstick stained brown butt and stomping it out.
“I have been playing this game for twenty years. I came into the business at 15 as my father’s manager, and shortly after being reunited with my sister, Tamika, I turned to tag team wrestling, and I fucking dominated. We dominated. Now we are apart but the same drive that my sister says she has, well, so do I."
“Drago Santiago, I look forward to being crowned the next Revolution1 Wrestling tag team champion. It would suit you all to remember this: God forgives, I don’t. See you in Dublin.”
And with that that Meghan gets up and gives the camera a sneer before we fade off.
Venice, California
January 1st, 2021
Meghan was thrilled to be back in California. She decided after her little brother and her oldest daughter moved to Redwood City, so it made sense to move into the beach house that she bought off her father, Scott Nash Strader. She had been cleaning for days, and getting her husband, the legendary Thunderwolf Dustin Kelser, was in the garage cleaning out the boxes while the twins coo happily in their playpen. Meghan is wearing a pair of black Lulu Lemons, white thong sandals, an older Cowgirls From Hell shirt she has tied at her left side, and a purple bandana holding her raven hair back. Her icy blue eyes glimmer from the setting sun. She opens her patio doors and walks out onto her back down, leaving the door open so she could hear the kids. Dustin comes in from the garage to see his wife watching the sun go down. He stops at the playpen to show his kids some love and walks to her sliding up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face in her neck behind the left ear. He gives her ear a bite, and she moans softly.
“Dustin, we don’t need any more kids,” she said, making her husband chuckle.
“Well, there are other ways we can make love and not get pregnant,” he said casually, expecting a jab to the ribs but doesn’t get one.
“Well, that day may come, but it certainly won’t be today,” she replies, turning around to face her husband. They touch their foreheads together. “Thank you for agreeing to move to California, babe. It means the world to me,” she said, kissing him on the nose.
“Hey, I want you to be able to see Victoria. After what your asshat father did to her, she needs to know there are good people in this family, extended and immediate. She’s a real good kid,” he says, knowing that makes his lover feel the pride every good parent feels for their child.
“Yeah, you know, I was worried about her being surrounded by outlaw bikers, but she showed she could hold her own in that crazy St. Elmo Purge match,” she says with that sense of pride mentioned earlier.
Meghan kisses her husband deeply on the lips and sighs as little Clay and Elizabeth start fussing. She goes to take care of it, but her husband holds onto her right wrist.
“I got it, babe. Enjoy the sunset,” he says with a wink. “Alright, babes, it’s time for bed!”
Dustin walks off back into the house as Meghan can’t help but smile.
“How did I get so lucky?” she asks herself, knowing it was because she deserved happiness.
That wasn’t always the case for Meghan Kelser. She had even dropped the ‘Nash Strader’ for a while, thinking that would help, but she realized that ‘MNS’ was who she was and always going to be. Dustin took the twins off to bed as the sun is halfway down now. Meghan closes her eyes as the wind off the water gently blows her hair back. ‘I Ain’t Living Long Like This’ by Waylon Jennings plays from her iPhone 1mini, signalling her little brother was calling. She swipes to answer and brings the phone up to her ear.
“Hey John, Happy new year!”
“Hey sis, you too! Get settled back into the beach house? I haven’t been there since the old man owned it,” he says. The last time he was in 2008 while he was prospecting for the Bandido Motorcycle Club before he was tasked to start a brother club to them and ended up staying with his crew: The Brothers of Mayhem.
“Yeah, it’s been lovely being back. I forgot how much I missed California and the beaches,” she replies.
“Good, glad to hear it. You got a match coming up, are you ready?” he asks even though he already knows the answer.
“Well, I won’t lie, it’s weird not having Meeks as my partner, but Drago Santiago seems like a suitable temporary replacement,” at least she hoped so.
“I’ve heard about him, pretty sure he just signed with Project: Honor,” he replies. “Maybe we’ll be drafted to Fallout and go head to head.”
“Is there something wrong?” she asks, satisfying her curiosity. “You never call anyone.”
“Yeah, I was just curious about what you are going to do if you end up facing Meeks. I mean, that is a possibility even with both of you facing champions and former champions.”
Meghan doesn’t respond right away as she gets lost in the sun setting and the darkness waving over the water and sand. ‘That’s a good question,’ she thinks to herself.
“You there?”
“No, yeah, sorry, I am here. I hadn’t thought about that. From what I know about Drago is that he is an absolute nightmare for whoever he faces. From Detroit, a bit taller than me,” she replies, showing she has been studying not just her opponents but her new partner.
“Ha, I’ll be sure to catch the illegal clips on YouTube before they are removed,” he replies with a light chuckle.
“What, do you have something better to do,” she asks with curiosity.
“Well, Lillie Saint is coming over, gonna teach her how to ride a bike,” he says, and she knows he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face without seeing him.
“Lillie Saint, you sure that’s wise, Johnny?”
“Everything will be fine; I am not afraid of Colton Saint, Colt Montoya whatever the hell he wants to call himself,” he replies with Strader confidence. Maybe it’s arrogance, but that’s up to the individual to figure that out.
Meghan can feel her husband’s hands slide down her hips; turning her head, she kisses him.
“Listen, John, thank you for the call; it gave me some things to think about; I’ll call you and Victoria tomorrow. I love you,” she says as her husband continues to touch her.
“Yeah, no worries, love you too,” he says as they end the phone call.
START BROADCAST
The scene opens up with the Cowgirls From Hell logo followed by the Revolution1 Wrestling graphic. As that fades out, we can see Meghan Nash Strader at Muscle Beach, not far from her Venice Beach home. She’s dressed in black fitted yoga pants, black Addidas shoes with white strips on the sides, a Drago Santiago t-shirt, black fingerless weight gloves, her raven black hair is pulled back, and we can see the fire in her icy blue eyes as she does chin-ups. As we get closer, we can hear her grunting her reps.
“Forty-seven, Forty-Eight, Forty-nine, fifty, ugh,” she says to herself before noticing the Revo1 crew member filming.
“Not going to wait for me to clean up a bit, eh?” she asks rhetorically (that means there is no real answer) as she grabs her weight towel and wipes the sweat from her brow.
The camera lady doesn’t answer as Meghan takes a seat on a bench press set, motioning us closer. She smiles for the camera and us the viewers.
“So, everyone got to see on the Christmas supershow that the Cowgirls From Hell are one of the most dominant tag teams in the industry,” she says in her matter of fact way. “However, this tag tournament got lucky that Tamika and I weren’t put together… or are they?” she asks, looking up to her right in thought. She brings her eyes back down into the camera.
“Meeks is partnered with The Rookie of the Year in Sara Cross, and I have am tapped to tag with this man,” she says, pointing at her Drago t-shirt. “Drago Santiago, I have heard your name whispered throughout the locker rooms. I heard about you when Meeks and I had reopened the PWA. As my lawyers pointed out, as I was going to sign you, that might not be the best idea. Considering how brutal you are, not just with your words but your fists, feet, head, and whatever appendage that could be used to hurt someone,” she raises her right eyebrow, then winks into the camera. “But I approve of having you as my partner, and it serves you well to have someone with championship pedigree like myself. So let’s wreck the silent giant and the Hardcore or Horrorcore, whatever it is called champion, and show them why we are going to be Revolution1 Wrestling Tag Team Champions”.
She reaches over the barbell that is holding her black zip-up Cowgirls From Hell hoodie and pulls out a soft pack of Marlboro Reds. She taps the pack against her hand and slips the brown filter into her mouth, and with a flick of her zippo, she is flavour country. She takes a deep drag and exhales through her nose.
“Jace Knight Myers, a fitting name since you remind of me Tyler Mane, hopefully, you don’t yell ‘No’ and break your silence when you eventually turn on that crazy doctor that looks to be running your life. What is it with all these people drinking the Kool-Aid?!” she throws up her arms in wonder. She takes another drag, exhaling slowly as the smoke slightly covers her features. “I never understood those that can’t talk for themselves. I mean, if you can’t trash talk, how do you expect to get under anyone’s skin?”
“I see behind the façade. Do you know what I think? I think your doctor friend who likes to do all your talking is your puppet master, and somewhere along the line, you let her shove her hand up your ass to do her dirty work,” she smiles for the camera and gives it a wink. “Don’t you want to be your own man, person, or whatever you identify with being? Do you want to have this woman have control over you not only in her creepy fucking sleep clinic but the squared circle as well?” she asks without expecting any real form of response to her question. “Jace, your giant ass is the only one in this match-up that can’t speak for themselves, and I promise you that ins a mistake.”
She takes another drag and chuckles to herself as she looks at her cigarette.
“Dorian Rhodes, not going to lie, I am a bit of a fan. If my sister and I were going to relaunch with the roster, we would be inquiring with your agent. I mean it, Dorian,” she says, blowing some stray hairs that come loose out of her face. “You went through absolute hell at the Christmas super show, and you came out on top as Revoultion1’s new Horrorcore Champion; that’s pretty impressive. You are moving up in the world as a second-generation wrestler. I know all about that, even though I am technically 3rd generation with my grandfather and old man, and I am here to tell you, Dorian, while you are moving up the ranks quickly, I will not be one of your stepping stones.”
She takes one last drag before dropping the red lipstick stained brown butt and stomping it out.
“I have been playing this game for twenty years. I came into the business at 15 as my father’s manager, and shortly after being reunited with my sister, Tamika, I turned to tag team wrestling, and I fucking dominated. We dominated. Now we are apart but the same drive that my sister says she has, well, so do I."
“Drago Santiago, I look forward to being crowned the next Revolution1 Wrestling tag team champion. It would suit you all to remember this: God forgives, I don’t. See you in Dublin.”
And with that that Meghan gets up and gives the camera a sneer before we fade off.