We Are Taking Over This Town (Cowgirls From Hell)
Mar 1, 2020 21:08:50 GMT -5
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(OOC: February 21st 2020 and May 14th 2018 is not on camera. It's character development to give all of you a idea of who these ladies are)
Strader Estate
Houston, Texas USA
February 21st 2020
[ It had been a hot minute since Meghan Kelser had gone down to where her family legacy started. She wanted to make sure her twins got to spend with their Great Aunt Vanessa and great grandmammy Hannah Strader. She sits deep in the estate out back by the Olympic sized swimming pool watching her little sister Tamika and wife of the real Simon Kalis play with the twins, Clay and Liz, sipping on a scotch and soda. Her icy blue eyes concealed by red tinted aviators, her golden complexion contrasting well with her white bikini, white sunhat and Gucci sandals. She smiles as the kids float around in a tube controlled by their aunt. She sits deep in thought when she feels water hit her feet as she lounges in a lounge chair. She moves her sunglasses down the tip of her nose to look at her sister. ]
Meghan: Can I help you dear sister?
Tamika: No, just making sure you don’t fall asleep under the hot Texan sun. It has been a while since you came to see grandma and Aunt ‘Nessa. Simon and I get down once a month.
[ Meghan raises her right eyebrow and smirks. ]
Meghan: Ok good, wasn’t sure if you were calling me out for a water fight. I’m surprised Simon wants to come here of all places.
Tamika: oh no no, even if I did I’d layeth the smacketh downeth on you and it’s not that he wants too, he’s just smart that way.
Meghan: Listen, I smell what you are cooking and as usual…
[ Meghan sniffs the air. ]
Meghan: yep... familiar smell of bullshit.
[ Meghan lets out a playful shriek as Tamika splashes more water up at her to the delight to her little niece and nephew. Tamika’s husband, the aforementioned Simon Kalis walks out the back door and his loving wife waves him over. ]
Simon: What’s up, pumpkin?
Tamika: Darling, can you take the kids inside and get them ready for dinner… our little monster is with Vanessa and Dad.
[ The Strader sisters did well for themselves. Tamika married Simon Kalis and had a son, little Scott, and both are happily retired from the wrestling business. Meghan married Dustin Kelser just this past Canadian Thanksgiving and gave birth to the kids just two months ago in December. Meghan was getting ready for a return to the ring with her newest partner and protégé Maxine Riggs so she decided to bring her down to the estate to learn from her legendary uncle, Payton Strader aka tHE dREAM rEAPER and her father, the patriarch of the family now, Scott Nash Strader. Tamika swims up to the edge near her big sister, placing her arms on the concrete in front of her she rests her shin across her forearms. ]
Tamika: So… Alpha Pro Wrestling.
Meghan: Yep… Alpha Pro Wrestling.
Tamika: It’ll be weird not being there as your partner, Meg.
[ Meghan nods slightly. This was going to be a whole new adventure. Her and her sister in the original outing of the Cowgirls From Hell made headlines, main events and the paycheques that went along with it. Longest reigning tag team champions in PWA history. Always showed and carved out a legacy that even the best tag teams only dream about. Now she was attempting to do it all over again. The Cowgirls from Hell had always been the sisters Strader but Tamika was very much content in all she had accomplished and loved being a mother and now an aunt so it was time to evolve, just like the Strader’s have done since entering squared circle in 1997.]
Meghan: Listen, if you told me right now you wanted to strap your boot laces back up I’d be down no questions… but I know you are happy and content with your life now. I’m not gonna pull a selfish move and ask you to do something you’re not 100% into… besides my Mad Max is more than ready to debut. I’ve been training her for years and it was important that she hit the indy scene to get that in ring experience. She might be green but I see that same intensity in her eyes that was once in yours.
[ Tamika pulls herself up out of the pool revealing her turquoise bikini. She dries herself off and wraps a large white beach towel around her waist and sits on the edge of the lounge chair with her big sister.]
Tamika: Well I like her, she’s a good kid. You took her teenage angst and directed into work ethic and ambition. Plus, we were her favourite tag team and how can I hate on someone with such great taste?
[ The sisters share a laugh. Meghan reaches out and grabs her hand. ]
Meghan: We will always be the Cowgirls From Hell but since you wouldn’t come back, I figured just like the old man did with the Cowboys, I would expand.
Tamika: Well she’s a rocket of aggression, like chaos wrapped up in a little ball. And I do like that idea, becoming more than just a tag team, but a way of life. I’ll help any way I can.
[ That all well-known Strader crosses the elders lips. ]
Meghan: Exactly and I appreciate that more than you know
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51 Charterhouse Crescent
London, Ontario
May 14th 2018
[ Meghan had no idea what she was getting herself into. She had never seen such a little ball of chaos before in her life. This girl… Meghan saw something in her. A rawnesss; like lightning in a bottle. It was the same that she saw in her baby sister when she finally met her (long story) although Tamika had a distinct advantage studying Kung Fu as she could control it and channel it; Maxine was a different story. Meghan stares at the crude ring set up her little brother John had put together. Definitely had seen better days, it looks like something Shadow Star would consider high class. Maxine stands in the ring with Dustin Thunderwolf Kelser, going over reversals and combo pins. Wolf motions for her to take him into a grapple. ]
RING RING
[ Meghan reaches into her back pocket pulling out her iPhone 7 and sees her dads shit eating grin in the form of a contact picture. She slides her middle finger across the screen to answer. ]
Meghan: What’s up, pops? I’m a little busy right now…
SNS(phone): Not much, kid. Listen, I’m gonna need into the shop tonight. I got a shipment of Harley parts coming in that need to get sorted.
[ Harley parts, yeah. Sure. Before she can respond a loud screeching burst of anger tares through the ear drums of anyone nearby and cuts her phone call short. ]
Meghan: yeah, that’s fine dad. I gotta go.
SNS(phone): Sounds like you do, thanks kid.
[ Before she’s even fully turned back around towards the ring that little ball of chaos has stormed out of the ring and slam of the steel door to the autobody shop turned makeshift wrestling school echoes throughout quite loudly. Dustin crosses his arms and laughs as he watches his fiancé slide in under the bottom rope. She stands beside him looking at the door before turning to look at him. ]
Meghan: What did you say to piss her off this time, baby?
Dustin: Nothing, I swear babe. She went to spear me but I dropped down and caught her with a firemans carry into a choke hold.
Meghan: That doesn’t so bad…
Dustin: Well it was like the fourth time and I may have patted her a few times when I had her in the hold……
[Without hesitation she slaps him on the shoulder and sighs. ]
Meghan: Why do you got to work her like that?
Dustin: She needs to learn that there are infuriating opponents and partners out there… weren’t you managing your dad when he was teamed with The Kumquat Kid?
Meghan: Point taken. Let me go talk to her.
[ She leans in and gives her man a kiss on the cheek as she heads outside to find Maxine. The all familiar sound of a can of spray paint can be heard. Max looks at ease she tags the wrecked cars found out behind the building. The stars and the moon light the sky as Meghan looks up to possibly the all mighty being. ]
Meghan: *under her breath* Geebus, don’t fail me now.
[ The eldest Strader offspring slowly comes up behind her protégé. Max doesn’t flinch as she continues with her art. ]
Maxine: Your fiancé is an asshole.
Meghan: Haha, its part of his charm. Why don’t you tell me what happened in there?
[ She continues spray painting. ]
Maxine: He was being an ass and it pissed me the fuck off.
Meghan: Yeah, he does that sometimes but you gotta do a better job of not reacting that way.
[ Maxine steps back to admire the artwork of a crude Thunderwolf with a phallus in his mouth. She looks back at her pseudo sister/mother for approval. ]
Meghan: Wow, it’s uncanny; except his eyes they are a bit too beady.
[ Meghan laughs thinking she can’t wait to show her man this so she snaps a quick picture with her phone. She puts her arm around the young Max and leads her back towards the shop. ]
Meghan: Walk and talk with me, will ya? Listen, I know Dustin can be an ass but that ability to be an ass is because of what he was able to accomplish in the ring. I won’t ever admit this, but he gave so much more than my family did to this business. Don’t get me wrong, my work speaks for itself but it’s learning the lessons learned in-between all the shit and he can teach you that just as much as I can. You have them in every sport out there: agitators. You are about to start the independent circuit. There are literally thousands of women and men that will do whatever it takes and you need to be able to control yourself in the ring. Including those agitators so that’s why he does that.
Maxine: So basically deal with it?
Meghan: Pretty much, because my sweet Mad Max there’s a lot of assholes in this business and to be the best you can’t let it get under your skin.
[ They reach the shop and Maxine heads straight to a punching bag over by the ring. Meghan smiles as her soon to be husband slips up behind her. He slides his arm around her waist and leans and kisses her cheek. ]
Dustin: Good talk?
Meghan: Yeah, she’s a good kid. She understands, or if she doesn’t, she is very close to it. We keep taking the long route there’s no doubt in my mind she could carry on the legacy of the Cowgirls.
[ The smacks of Max’s hands hitting the bag echo throughout the shop. Meghan pulls out her phone and snaps a couple pics of her protégé. She nudges Dustin. ]
Meghan: Check out this artwork Max did outside! It is really good!
[ Meghan opens the image and watches her man through the corner of his eye for his reaction. He looks quietly in thought before speaking. ]
Dustin: it’s good but my eyes aren’t that beady.
Meghan: That’s what I said.
[ The Cowgirl From Hell laughs as she goes over to train with her newest recruit. ]
Del Friscos
West Island Montral, Quebec
February 27th 2020
[ Our scene opens in the anglo-friendly are of the island of Montreal, Dollard-des-Ormeaux at a beautiful Italian restaurant; Del Friscos. It is Alpha Pro Wrestlings newest superstar, Meghan Kelser’s favourite place to eat when she came to the island to visit her sister, and former tag team partner, Tamika Kalis, better known as Nash Strader. Both the sisters thought it was the right thing to take their married names going forward as a showing of defiance to their dad but also that they were more than their last names. However instead of planning strategy with her baby sister in an upcoming tag team match, its Meghan’s defacto little sister and that some might label a ‘project’. Maxine Riggs, Chaos called by some, Mad Max by others, either way it’s a pretty telling message of just who she is. ]
Maxine: You think I would be nervous but I cannot wait for our music to hit. It’s gonna be LIT!
[ Meghan smiles at the newest Cowgirls energy. Maxine was something special. Her explosive style in the ring will tell a tale for anyone smart to watch. Meghan reaches for her rocks glass of scotch, neat, and lifts it to her cherry red lips taking a long sip. She admires her find: Max was dressed similar to her tag partner in black cowboy boots but Max had silver spurs on hers, black leather pants but Max’s had a thin neon pink strip up the sides, and fancy buttoned up collared shirts with sleeves rolled up however Meghan’s is black while Maxine’s is white. Max always has to add her own flare as you’ll see so she has on leather silver studded bracelets on and on her right hand’s middle finger a rather large cow skull ring. Meghan has one as well but it is placed upon the left. ]
Meghan: I’m extremely excited myself to get back into full time competition and it was perfect that not only did we find a place that looks like it has potential to be massive but also while they are having a Tag Team Title Tournament for the brand new never held titles. I thought we’d get some more matches under our belts before we targeted said titles but the wrestling gods work in mysterious ways and are giving us the chance. Why? Because the name Cowgirls From Hell means champions.
[ Max silently vibrates internally with adrenaline. Meghan taught her how to harness it and use when needed: in the ring. She takes a drink of her pint of Molson Ex, a popular taste of beer among Quebecers like Maxine and if you listen closely every once in a while that accent comes through.]
Maxine: I won’t let you down!
Meghan: I know you won’t, my Mad Max. But it’s not about you or me anymore. It’s about us and we are a team. You know why Tamika and I did so well?
Maxine: because you were two badass bitches from a ruthless wrestling family dating back three generations? Hey isn’t your dad a Bandido?
Meghan: We aren’t talking about my old man. While Mika and I have the benefit of natural skill, it was because we were a unit. You remember the Order of Chaos?
Maxine: I was young tagging buildings in alleyways but yeah I know who they are. Any wrestling fan does!
[ Meghan gestures with her hands and a bit of a nod. ]
Meghan: Exactly, my point is the Cowgirls weren’t doing so well at one point. Losing matches, not being present during said matches and the Order doesn’t stand for that. It was my fault we were losing, not Tamika but she stood by my side when we were given a beating by the actual Simon Kalis and the higher ups. We took it together. That’s what it takes to be a great tag team that wins championships and sets records.
[ Max squints at her partner confused. ]
Maxine: I know that, you’ve told me before, so why are you telling me again?
Meghan: Because it hasn’t been while a camera is rolling that’s gonna introduce us to the fans and the talent.
[ Max tilts her head saying what the fuck. Meghan shrugs and lightly leans her head to the right. Max turns and see’s the Strader family’s long time personal camera man, Harold. Former meth head, now he eats Oxy like a kid eating candy from a Pez Dispenser. He waves and as always a professional he does his job quietly. ]
Maxine: How the fuck does he do that? I didn’t even notice him set up shop.
Meghan: Yeah he’s like that, but there is no one better. He knows how to get those good shots.
[ Meghan sits back in the booth positioning herself towards the camera. Max leans forward resting her chin on her hand with her right elbow on the table to prop her up. Both vixens smile at the camera. Meghan takes the lead. ]
Meghan: Hello APW. We are the Cowgirls from Hell, your next Tag Team Champions. I’m the one and only Meghan Kelser but you would know me as Meghan Nash Strader but I’m now married and a change is always a good thing in my opinion. Just like the Cowgirls have changed! My darling sister has since retired from the business and the Cowgirls was always more than just me and her. It was about absolute female dominance. It was about women who have always been more than just a pretty face.
Maxine: That’s where I come in, darlin’s. I’m Maxine. Mad Max to some, Chaos to others but I leave that up to you. I grew up not far from here in Marieville and like any youth kinda lost my way when my parentals split up which leads us to this very moment. Meghan here found me and helped me find my calling: representing women and kicking ass as a Cowgirl from Hell. Never did I think our first outing would be for a shot at the titles though! That’s fucking awesome!
Meghan: Well it is a tournament, we gotta go through the rounds and we do know who our opponents are this week which also happens to be our debut in the ring to the APW Universe.
Maxine: Right! Second last match of the night to boot! Did you check out our first round opponents?
Meghan: Road Dawg and Ultimate Destroyer, Wheels of Destruction.
Maxine: Is that an Alice Cooper song?
Meghan: No, that’s Under My Wheels you are thinking of.
[ Maxine hits us with her version of the DeNiro ‘oh yeah’ and wags her index finger in response. ]
Maxine: Megadeth, right?
[ Meghan shakes her no as Max snaps her fingers in the miss. ]
Maxine: Awe shucks!
Meghan: We need to have a music lesson when we get back, kiddo. Anyways, I’m going to be honest with you Mad Max, I’m not sure which way to lean on how to take our opponents.
Maxine: Whatcha mean, son?
[Maxine gets an icy stare for her words but the head of the Cowgirl movement continues on. ]
Meghan: I mean I never underestimate an opponent, unless their last name is Starr of course, and from the video tapes we watched they are good mid card wrestlers. Not upper card by any means yet, but teams like that could still find themselves in the mix to perform an upset and take a division by storm.
[ While taking a bite out of a French fry Maxine chimes in. ]
Maxine: Yeah but then you go and watch a promo and you immediately have a migraine.
[ Meghan smirks. ]
Meghan: exactly. In our sport it’s not just the skill in the ring but it is the ability to play with your words to get under their skin that makes someone complete in this business. You don’t have to be long winded either but that one two punch is what makes and breaks people. I don’t really know how long these two have been in the business as I never heard of them until now but I am surprised they have made it this far.
Maxine: All the more reason not to count them out but treat them like the greatest tag teams of all time?
[ Meghan nods and opens her hands gesturing towards her protégé being correct. ]
Meghan: Which will be extremely difficult to do considering one guy is Mickey Rourke’ing out on steroids mixed with legal Speed and the cocaine fueled 1980’s.
Maxine: The other one really confuses me because I’m not sure if he’s gonna be there for the thousands in attendance and millions watching around the world or if he’s Evel Knievel on an overused gimmick from the early 2000’s from when I was like three years old. I mean who rides around the ring at 60 miles per hour? That’s just ridiculous.
Meghan: Not to mention his Harley bill would be ludicrous especially since from what I’ve heard they like to ride together, I think Mickey Rourke is riding bitch, not a hundred on that one, but crash the damn bike into the ring and jump us.
[ Maxine draws her head back with a very obvious ‘what the fuck’ look. ]
Maxine: Do they think this is some kind of circus?
[ The cFh leader shrugs before replying. ]
Meghan: Sometimes in this business people earn their paycheques for outrageous behavior in and out of the ring but they never have staying power. Sometimes wrestlers like that try the same shit over again years later in a new promotion but the end result is the same: fade back into obscurity.
Maxine: Well no matter what version of them we get, we know that there is only one end result: us moving forward in this tag team title tournament.
Meghan: Exactly because to win in the big leagues it’s not just about size and strength, it is about willpower. Tamika and I weren’t exactly the biggest when we had our title reigns but we always had the will to win. That’s why I chose you my Mad Max to takeover for my dear sister.
[ Meghan and Maxine go to cheers but they realize their drinks are empty. Meghan with a smile and small wave of her if hand motions the server to the table to refill their drinks. ]
Server: Can I get you any dessert? We have a Pineapple upside down cake tonight!
[ Max in excitement slams her fist on the table and we can see a Pineapple character named ‘Ananas’ from a French kids show aired in Quebec tattooed on her inner right forearm. ]
Maxine: Yes! I fucking love ANANAS!
[ The server is taken back at the pineapple influenced outburst and looks over to Meghan. ]
Meghan: Just the glass of scotch, thank you.
[ The server returns with Meghan’s scotch and Maxine’s dessert. ]
Server: and here you go! You two are the Cowgirls From Hell right?
Maxine: That’s us! So cool, I’m recognized as a Cowgirl!
[ Meghan laughs as the server scurries back to her closing duties. Maxine hastily starts in on her dessert.]
Maxine: soo good! I fucking love ananas!
Meghan: Ha-ha I noticed. Bring that same intensity and those two don’t stand a chance!
Maxine: Oh before I forget with this perfect TV opportunity… I was looking around online about our opponents and made me want to ask you how you would describe our opponents? I found some funny ones.
[ And without any hesitation. ]
Meghan: Imagine taking a Marlboro Light, throwing it into a lower income bath tub, and it magically came to life. That’s Wheels of Destruction.
[ Meghan raises her glass once again and Max a fork full of pineapple upside down cake. ]
Meghan: Monday Night when Road Dawg and Ultimate Destroyer step into the ring with the Cowgirls From Hell all there will be is the sound of hoofbeats as our names declared victorious.
Maxine: We are taking over this town.
[ Our scene fades to the sound of hoof beats. The Cowgirls are coming. ]
Strader Estate
Houston, Texas USA
February 21st 2020
[ It had been a hot minute since Meghan Kelser had gone down to where her family legacy started. She wanted to make sure her twins got to spend with their Great Aunt Vanessa and great grandmammy Hannah Strader. She sits deep in the estate out back by the Olympic sized swimming pool watching her little sister Tamika and wife of the real Simon Kalis play with the twins, Clay and Liz, sipping on a scotch and soda. Her icy blue eyes concealed by red tinted aviators, her golden complexion contrasting well with her white bikini, white sunhat and Gucci sandals. She smiles as the kids float around in a tube controlled by their aunt. She sits deep in thought when she feels water hit her feet as she lounges in a lounge chair. She moves her sunglasses down the tip of her nose to look at her sister. ]
Meghan: Can I help you dear sister?
Tamika: No, just making sure you don’t fall asleep under the hot Texan sun. It has been a while since you came to see grandma and Aunt ‘Nessa. Simon and I get down once a month.
[ Meghan raises her right eyebrow and smirks. ]
Meghan: Ok good, wasn’t sure if you were calling me out for a water fight. I’m surprised Simon wants to come here of all places.
Tamika: oh no no, even if I did I’d layeth the smacketh downeth on you and it’s not that he wants too, he’s just smart that way.
Meghan: Listen, I smell what you are cooking and as usual…
[ Meghan sniffs the air. ]
Meghan: yep... familiar smell of bullshit.
[ Meghan lets out a playful shriek as Tamika splashes more water up at her to the delight to her little niece and nephew. Tamika’s husband, the aforementioned Simon Kalis walks out the back door and his loving wife waves him over. ]
Simon: What’s up, pumpkin?
Tamika: Darling, can you take the kids inside and get them ready for dinner… our little monster is with Vanessa and Dad.
[ The Strader sisters did well for themselves. Tamika married Simon Kalis and had a son, little Scott, and both are happily retired from the wrestling business. Meghan married Dustin Kelser just this past Canadian Thanksgiving and gave birth to the kids just two months ago in December. Meghan was getting ready for a return to the ring with her newest partner and protégé Maxine Riggs so she decided to bring her down to the estate to learn from her legendary uncle, Payton Strader aka tHE dREAM rEAPER and her father, the patriarch of the family now, Scott Nash Strader. Tamika swims up to the edge near her big sister, placing her arms on the concrete in front of her she rests her shin across her forearms. ]
Tamika: So… Alpha Pro Wrestling.
Meghan: Yep… Alpha Pro Wrestling.
Tamika: It’ll be weird not being there as your partner, Meg.
[ Meghan nods slightly. This was going to be a whole new adventure. Her and her sister in the original outing of the Cowgirls From Hell made headlines, main events and the paycheques that went along with it. Longest reigning tag team champions in PWA history. Always showed and carved out a legacy that even the best tag teams only dream about. Now she was attempting to do it all over again. The Cowgirls from Hell had always been the sisters Strader but Tamika was very much content in all she had accomplished and loved being a mother and now an aunt so it was time to evolve, just like the Strader’s have done since entering squared circle in 1997.]
Meghan: Listen, if you told me right now you wanted to strap your boot laces back up I’d be down no questions… but I know you are happy and content with your life now. I’m not gonna pull a selfish move and ask you to do something you’re not 100% into… besides my Mad Max is more than ready to debut. I’ve been training her for years and it was important that she hit the indy scene to get that in ring experience. She might be green but I see that same intensity in her eyes that was once in yours.
[ Tamika pulls herself up out of the pool revealing her turquoise bikini. She dries herself off and wraps a large white beach towel around her waist and sits on the edge of the lounge chair with her big sister.]
Tamika: Well I like her, she’s a good kid. You took her teenage angst and directed into work ethic and ambition. Plus, we were her favourite tag team and how can I hate on someone with such great taste?
[ The sisters share a laugh. Meghan reaches out and grabs her hand. ]
Meghan: We will always be the Cowgirls From Hell but since you wouldn’t come back, I figured just like the old man did with the Cowboys, I would expand.
Tamika: Well she’s a rocket of aggression, like chaos wrapped up in a little ball. And I do like that idea, becoming more than just a tag team, but a way of life. I’ll help any way I can.
[ That all well-known Strader crosses the elders lips. ]
Meghan: Exactly and I appreciate that more than you know
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51 Charterhouse Crescent
London, Ontario
May 14th 2018
[ Meghan had no idea what she was getting herself into. She had never seen such a little ball of chaos before in her life. This girl… Meghan saw something in her. A rawnesss; like lightning in a bottle. It was the same that she saw in her baby sister when she finally met her (long story) although Tamika had a distinct advantage studying Kung Fu as she could control it and channel it; Maxine was a different story. Meghan stares at the crude ring set up her little brother John had put together. Definitely had seen better days, it looks like something Shadow Star would consider high class. Maxine stands in the ring with Dustin Thunderwolf Kelser, going over reversals and combo pins. Wolf motions for her to take him into a grapple. ]
RING RING
[ Meghan reaches into her back pocket pulling out her iPhone 7 and sees her dads shit eating grin in the form of a contact picture. She slides her middle finger across the screen to answer. ]
Meghan: What’s up, pops? I’m a little busy right now…
SNS(phone): Not much, kid. Listen, I’m gonna need into the shop tonight. I got a shipment of Harley parts coming in that need to get sorted.
[ Harley parts, yeah. Sure. Before she can respond a loud screeching burst of anger tares through the ear drums of anyone nearby and cuts her phone call short. ]
Meghan: yeah, that’s fine dad. I gotta go.
SNS(phone): Sounds like you do, thanks kid.
[ Before she’s even fully turned back around towards the ring that little ball of chaos has stormed out of the ring and slam of the steel door to the autobody shop turned makeshift wrestling school echoes throughout quite loudly. Dustin crosses his arms and laughs as he watches his fiancé slide in under the bottom rope. She stands beside him looking at the door before turning to look at him. ]
Meghan: What did you say to piss her off this time, baby?
Dustin: Nothing, I swear babe. She went to spear me but I dropped down and caught her with a firemans carry into a choke hold.
Meghan: That doesn’t so bad…
Dustin: Well it was like the fourth time and I may have patted her a few times when I had her in the hold……
[Without hesitation she slaps him on the shoulder and sighs. ]
Meghan: Why do you got to work her like that?
Dustin: She needs to learn that there are infuriating opponents and partners out there… weren’t you managing your dad when he was teamed with The Kumquat Kid?
Meghan: Point taken. Let me go talk to her.
[ She leans in and gives her man a kiss on the cheek as she heads outside to find Maxine. The all familiar sound of a can of spray paint can be heard. Max looks at ease she tags the wrecked cars found out behind the building. The stars and the moon light the sky as Meghan looks up to possibly the all mighty being. ]
Meghan: *under her breath* Geebus, don’t fail me now.
[ The eldest Strader offspring slowly comes up behind her protégé. Max doesn’t flinch as she continues with her art. ]
Maxine: Your fiancé is an asshole.
Meghan: Haha, its part of his charm. Why don’t you tell me what happened in there?
[ She continues spray painting. ]
Maxine: He was being an ass and it pissed me the fuck off.
Meghan: Yeah, he does that sometimes but you gotta do a better job of not reacting that way.
[ Maxine steps back to admire the artwork of a crude Thunderwolf with a phallus in his mouth. She looks back at her pseudo sister/mother for approval. ]
Meghan: Wow, it’s uncanny; except his eyes they are a bit too beady.
[ Meghan laughs thinking she can’t wait to show her man this so she snaps a quick picture with her phone. She puts her arm around the young Max and leads her back towards the shop. ]
Meghan: Walk and talk with me, will ya? Listen, I know Dustin can be an ass but that ability to be an ass is because of what he was able to accomplish in the ring. I won’t ever admit this, but he gave so much more than my family did to this business. Don’t get me wrong, my work speaks for itself but it’s learning the lessons learned in-between all the shit and he can teach you that just as much as I can. You have them in every sport out there: agitators. You are about to start the independent circuit. There are literally thousands of women and men that will do whatever it takes and you need to be able to control yourself in the ring. Including those agitators so that’s why he does that.
Maxine: So basically deal with it?
Meghan: Pretty much, because my sweet Mad Max there’s a lot of assholes in this business and to be the best you can’t let it get under your skin.
[ They reach the shop and Maxine heads straight to a punching bag over by the ring. Meghan smiles as her soon to be husband slips up behind her. He slides his arm around her waist and leans and kisses her cheek. ]
Dustin: Good talk?
Meghan: Yeah, she’s a good kid. She understands, or if she doesn’t, she is very close to it. We keep taking the long route there’s no doubt in my mind she could carry on the legacy of the Cowgirls.
[ The smacks of Max’s hands hitting the bag echo throughout the shop. Meghan pulls out her phone and snaps a couple pics of her protégé. She nudges Dustin. ]
Meghan: Check out this artwork Max did outside! It is really good!
[ Meghan opens the image and watches her man through the corner of his eye for his reaction. He looks quietly in thought before speaking. ]
Dustin: it’s good but my eyes aren’t that beady.
Meghan: That’s what I said.
[ The Cowgirl From Hell laughs as she goes over to train with her newest recruit. ]
Del Friscos
West Island Montral, Quebec
February 27th 2020
[ Our scene opens in the anglo-friendly are of the island of Montreal, Dollard-des-Ormeaux at a beautiful Italian restaurant; Del Friscos. It is Alpha Pro Wrestlings newest superstar, Meghan Kelser’s favourite place to eat when she came to the island to visit her sister, and former tag team partner, Tamika Kalis, better known as Nash Strader. Both the sisters thought it was the right thing to take their married names going forward as a showing of defiance to their dad but also that they were more than their last names. However instead of planning strategy with her baby sister in an upcoming tag team match, its Meghan’s defacto little sister and that some might label a ‘project’. Maxine Riggs, Chaos called by some, Mad Max by others, either way it’s a pretty telling message of just who she is. ]
Maxine: You think I would be nervous but I cannot wait for our music to hit. It’s gonna be LIT!
[ Meghan smiles at the newest Cowgirls energy. Maxine was something special. Her explosive style in the ring will tell a tale for anyone smart to watch. Meghan reaches for her rocks glass of scotch, neat, and lifts it to her cherry red lips taking a long sip. She admires her find: Max was dressed similar to her tag partner in black cowboy boots but Max had silver spurs on hers, black leather pants but Max’s had a thin neon pink strip up the sides, and fancy buttoned up collared shirts with sleeves rolled up however Meghan’s is black while Maxine’s is white. Max always has to add her own flare as you’ll see so she has on leather silver studded bracelets on and on her right hand’s middle finger a rather large cow skull ring. Meghan has one as well but it is placed upon the left. ]
Meghan: I’m extremely excited myself to get back into full time competition and it was perfect that not only did we find a place that looks like it has potential to be massive but also while they are having a Tag Team Title Tournament for the brand new never held titles. I thought we’d get some more matches under our belts before we targeted said titles but the wrestling gods work in mysterious ways and are giving us the chance. Why? Because the name Cowgirls From Hell means champions.
[ Max silently vibrates internally with adrenaline. Meghan taught her how to harness it and use when needed: in the ring. She takes a drink of her pint of Molson Ex, a popular taste of beer among Quebecers like Maxine and if you listen closely every once in a while that accent comes through.]
Maxine: I won’t let you down!
Meghan: I know you won’t, my Mad Max. But it’s not about you or me anymore. It’s about us and we are a team. You know why Tamika and I did so well?
Maxine: because you were two badass bitches from a ruthless wrestling family dating back three generations? Hey isn’t your dad a Bandido?
Meghan: We aren’t talking about my old man. While Mika and I have the benefit of natural skill, it was because we were a unit. You remember the Order of Chaos?
Maxine: I was young tagging buildings in alleyways but yeah I know who they are. Any wrestling fan does!
[ Meghan gestures with her hands and a bit of a nod. ]
Meghan: Exactly, my point is the Cowgirls weren’t doing so well at one point. Losing matches, not being present during said matches and the Order doesn’t stand for that. It was my fault we were losing, not Tamika but she stood by my side when we were given a beating by the actual Simon Kalis and the higher ups. We took it together. That’s what it takes to be a great tag team that wins championships and sets records.
[ Max squints at her partner confused. ]
Maxine: I know that, you’ve told me before, so why are you telling me again?
Meghan: Because it hasn’t been while a camera is rolling that’s gonna introduce us to the fans and the talent.
[ Max tilts her head saying what the fuck. Meghan shrugs and lightly leans her head to the right. Max turns and see’s the Strader family’s long time personal camera man, Harold. Former meth head, now he eats Oxy like a kid eating candy from a Pez Dispenser. He waves and as always a professional he does his job quietly. ]
Maxine: How the fuck does he do that? I didn’t even notice him set up shop.
Meghan: Yeah he’s like that, but there is no one better. He knows how to get those good shots.
[ Meghan sits back in the booth positioning herself towards the camera. Max leans forward resting her chin on her hand with her right elbow on the table to prop her up. Both vixens smile at the camera. Meghan takes the lead. ]
Meghan: Hello APW. We are the Cowgirls from Hell, your next Tag Team Champions. I’m the one and only Meghan Kelser but you would know me as Meghan Nash Strader but I’m now married and a change is always a good thing in my opinion. Just like the Cowgirls have changed! My darling sister has since retired from the business and the Cowgirls was always more than just me and her. It was about absolute female dominance. It was about women who have always been more than just a pretty face.
Maxine: That’s where I come in, darlin’s. I’m Maxine. Mad Max to some, Chaos to others but I leave that up to you. I grew up not far from here in Marieville and like any youth kinda lost my way when my parentals split up which leads us to this very moment. Meghan here found me and helped me find my calling: representing women and kicking ass as a Cowgirl from Hell. Never did I think our first outing would be for a shot at the titles though! That’s fucking awesome!
Meghan: Well it is a tournament, we gotta go through the rounds and we do know who our opponents are this week which also happens to be our debut in the ring to the APW Universe.
Maxine: Right! Second last match of the night to boot! Did you check out our first round opponents?
Meghan: Road Dawg and Ultimate Destroyer, Wheels of Destruction.
Maxine: Is that an Alice Cooper song?
Meghan: No, that’s Under My Wheels you are thinking of.
[ Maxine hits us with her version of the DeNiro ‘oh yeah’ and wags her index finger in response. ]
Maxine: Megadeth, right?
[ Meghan shakes her no as Max snaps her fingers in the miss. ]
Maxine: Awe shucks!
Meghan: We need to have a music lesson when we get back, kiddo. Anyways, I’m going to be honest with you Mad Max, I’m not sure which way to lean on how to take our opponents.
Maxine: Whatcha mean, son?
[Maxine gets an icy stare for her words but the head of the Cowgirl movement continues on. ]
Meghan: I mean I never underestimate an opponent, unless their last name is Starr of course, and from the video tapes we watched they are good mid card wrestlers. Not upper card by any means yet, but teams like that could still find themselves in the mix to perform an upset and take a division by storm.
[ While taking a bite out of a French fry Maxine chimes in. ]
Maxine: Yeah but then you go and watch a promo and you immediately have a migraine.
[ Meghan smirks. ]
Meghan: exactly. In our sport it’s not just the skill in the ring but it is the ability to play with your words to get under their skin that makes someone complete in this business. You don’t have to be long winded either but that one two punch is what makes and breaks people. I don’t really know how long these two have been in the business as I never heard of them until now but I am surprised they have made it this far.
Maxine: All the more reason not to count them out but treat them like the greatest tag teams of all time?
[ Meghan nods and opens her hands gesturing towards her protégé being correct. ]
Meghan: Which will be extremely difficult to do considering one guy is Mickey Rourke’ing out on steroids mixed with legal Speed and the cocaine fueled 1980’s.
Maxine: The other one really confuses me because I’m not sure if he’s gonna be there for the thousands in attendance and millions watching around the world or if he’s Evel Knievel on an overused gimmick from the early 2000’s from when I was like three years old. I mean who rides around the ring at 60 miles per hour? That’s just ridiculous.
Meghan: Not to mention his Harley bill would be ludicrous especially since from what I’ve heard they like to ride together, I think Mickey Rourke is riding bitch, not a hundred on that one, but crash the damn bike into the ring and jump us.
[ Maxine draws her head back with a very obvious ‘what the fuck’ look. ]
Maxine: Do they think this is some kind of circus?
[ The cFh leader shrugs before replying. ]
Meghan: Sometimes in this business people earn their paycheques for outrageous behavior in and out of the ring but they never have staying power. Sometimes wrestlers like that try the same shit over again years later in a new promotion but the end result is the same: fade back into obscurity.
Maxine: Well no matter what version of them we get, we know that there is only one end result: us moving forward in this tag team title tournament.
Meghan: Exactly because to win in the big leagues it’s not just about size and strength, it is about willpower. Tamika and I weren’t exactly the biggest when we had our title reigns but we always had the will to win. That’s why I chose you my Mad Max to takeover for my dear sister.
[ Meghan and Maxine go to cheers but they realize their drinks are empty. Meghan with a smile and small wave of her if hand motions the server to the table to refill their drinks. ]
Server: Can I get you any dessert? We have a Pineapple upside down cake tonight!
[ Max in excitement slams her fist on the table and we can see a Pineapple character named ‘Ananas’ from a French kids show aired in Quebec tattooed on her inner right forearm. ]
Maxine: Yes! I fucking love ANANAS!
[ The server is taken back at the pineapple influenced outburst and looks over to Meghan. ]
Meghan: Just the glass of scotch, thank you.
[ The server returns with Meghan’s scotch and Maxine’s dessert. ]
Server: and here you go! You two are the Cowgirls From Hell right?
Maxine: That’s us! So cool, I’m recognized as a Cowgirl!
[ Meghan laughs as the server scurries back to her closing duties. Maxine hastily starts in on her dessert.]
Maxine: soo good! I fucking love ananas!
Meghan: Ha-ha I noticed. Bring that same intensity and those two don’t stand a chance!
Maxine: Oh before I forget with this perfect TV opportunity… I was looking around online about our opponents and made me want to ask you how you would describe our opponents? I found some funny ones.
[ And without any hesitation. ]
Meghan: Imagine taking a Marlboro Light, throwing it into a lower income bath tub, and it magically came to life. That’s Wheels of Destruction.
[ Meghan raises her glass once again and Max a fork full of pineapple upside down cake. ]
Meghan: Monday Night when Road Dawg and Ultimate Destroyer step into the ring with the Cowgirls From Hell all there will be is the sound of hoofbeats as our names declared victorious.
Maxine: We are taking over this town.
[ Our scene fades to the sound of hoof beats. The Cowgirls are coming. ]
