Post by Dre on Mar 15, 2020 18:59:32 GMT -5
OOC: Times Square is the on camera part. Warning as well because while there is no actual descriptive writing their is alluding to sensitive subject matter but it's part of the character. RP itself without this OOC stuff is 3995 words so under the limit
Winks Eatery and Bar
Richmond Row London, Ontario Canada
March 7th 2020
[ It’s been a long time since Meghan Kelser had sat down at this bar drinking Labatt 50 on tap. She went to high school not far from here which wasn’t far from her favourite bar in hometown London, Ontario. It’s her dad’s 55th birthday and he didn’t care where they went because in his old age it became about family and he loved watching his children get together and smile. He wasn’t always a good dad. He didn’t even know Meghan was his own until she was 15 years old. He knew her his whole life, was even her Godfather, but it was a deranged lunatic who kidnapped her exposed everything and did things to Meghan that outside of counseling has refused to ever talk about to this day. This past winter marks twenty years of truth for her and what the Strader family went through. Meghan had come to terms with who her father was and is today and knows at the end of the day he would take a bullet for all three of his children (and has). It’s unseasonably warm as the snow has melted and Scott had a couple patio space heaters brought out as he paid for a private party. One would think that’s a monetary loss for the owner but twenty grand for the tab and ten grand for the staff to split, it was a no brainer. The whole family is here from Scott’s 87 year old mother Hannah, his sister Vanessa, the original Strader Twins; Payton and Kaleb, Meghan and the twins, Tamika and John with their kids safely back at home to keep them away from the Coronavirus. Even Meghan’s new partner Maxine was there with her girlfriend, Victoria. She is a pretty young woman with intense eyes almost similar to Meghan but pale green. Meghan watched her a lot with her own icy blue eyes and liked how happy she made her Mad Max. Was a great support system during her time in the indy-circuit plus she was a London girl like Meghan was which she liked. Meghan finds herself off to the side a bit a table in the back of the restaurant and bar and watches her family interact. Scott catches her sitting and observing, she did that often which is most likely the reason for her wrestling accolades and successes: Always aware. She notices her father sit down and all things considered her dad was still a handsome guy. ]
SNS: Thanks for putting this together for me, kid.
Meghan: You’re welcome pop, and I don’t know if I classify as a kid anymore when I got th–two of my own.
[ He puts his big arm around her pulling her in and kisses her on the top of the head. ]
SNS: You’ll always be my kid. My litte girl forever. I’m sorry I wasn’t a better father to you and the twins.
Meghan: Well to be fair, we didn’t know I was your devil spawn until I was 14 under really messed up circumstances and you didn’t even know Lisa put them in the care of two people in Japan. You’re a grandpa now, pops. Just be there for Scotty, Clay and Lizzie.
SNS: I don’t deserve you at all. Tamika’s little boy Scotty, he’s a mix of me and his grandpa Simon... we better keep an eye on that one.
Meghan: At least you know haha
[ He pulls her in again and hugs her tightly. He lets go as he sits back tipping his chair backwards balancing with his feet up on the table sipping the stein of Labatt 50 he brought over with him. ]
SNS: So who are we watching?
Meghan: Victoria and Max. Young love you know? Takes me back.
SNS: Yeah reminds me of when I met your mama deuce.
[ Meghan’s birth mother died at birth but Scott’s longtime girlfriend and ex-wife, Amy Straten has been her mother in every important way as she had been her godmother her whole life. She had taken what she had learned from her and applied it to her own children but Maxine as well. Technically she was old enough to be her mother but it had more to do with seeing so much of herself in her young tag partner. She wanted her to be happy and Meghan instantly liked Victoria. She was a sweet a girl, who had stuck by Maxine for the last two years. She was on the honor roll in school, valedictorian of her graduating class, was a Catholic Central graduate like she was back in 2003 and avid wrestling fan who also grew up a major fan of Thunderwolf of AOWF glory. So maybe there was a slight bias in her opinion but she made Maxine so happy. ]
Meghan: Yeah Victoria is a great match for Max...
SNS: You had a good debut last week, advanced in the tournament. Any idea who you might be facing next?
Meghan: I got a feeling it could be Wilds team so Mad Max over there is gonna guest commentate during his match to scout him. I’m checking out the main event for Block B as I’m thinking the one team, The Architects, are gonna be the team to take that Block. We’ll see. We are both ready.
SNS: It was odd not seeing Tamika team with you but I’m impressed with Maxine. You are reading each other very well.
[ She winks at her father. ]
Meghan: She wouldn’t be a Cowgirl if we couldn’t read each other. We’ll know Tuesday for sure but whoever it is, it doesn’t matter the end result is going to be the same as the previous week: us advancing forward.
SNS: Don’t get cocky, kid.
Meghan: it’s not being cocky if you can back it up, which we can do without question.
[ Scott unleashes that infamous sneer every Strader seems to have. Scott gets up, kissing his oldest daughter and child on the top of her head. ]
SNS: Don’t be like I use to be; get up and socialize ok? You can observe people later.
[ She wasn’t one to always listen to her father but tonight she did. Maybe, just maybe if she didn’t… she would’ve seen someone sneer just like her who wasn’t supposed to be family.]
Dundas Street and Colborne Street
London, Ontario
November 28th 1999
[ It was like any other day but today would change the rest of this young girls life. Meghan Smyth, your average teenager wearing a Motley Crue t-shirt under her black and silver Fubu winter jacket which was done up, a black bookbag, and a white purse over her right shoulder. She walks past her high school Catholic Central on Dundas Street and Colborne Street heading west down Dundas to catch her bus. Her father, Steven ‘Wreck’ Smyth or godfather Scott Nash, both professional wrestlers would usually pick her up, but the IWF was on tour and she didn’t mind catching the bus like other kids. It was late, around 9:30 pm on a Tuesday as she walked by Campbell’s Park and didn’t see the deranged individual named Sparkplug following her. ]
Sparkplug: Oh little girl, what are doing wandering the streets of downtown at night?
[ The evil bastard quietly asked her so she couldn’t hear. He knew now was the time, the men she sought to protect her weren’t around and he would have no better chance. With a rag full of chloroform in his hand he comes out from the beside the high-rise building neighbouring the park and tries to cover her face with the dirty rag. She fights back sending a foot back into the groin of the madman. Anticipating her ability to defend herself he brandishes a buck knife that the moon light glimmers off of. ]
Sparkplug: We can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Your choice.
[ He lied. Before she could even answer with the butt end of his knife handle he strikes her in the temple knocking her out cold. He throws the young teenagers body over his shoulder and puts her in the trunk of an old Crown Victoria police car parked behind the highrise. He laughs as he taps on the trunk. ]
Sparkplug: Sleep well, little girl. We have a long night together…. Hahahahahahahaha.
[ He hops into the driver’s seat and drives off carefully to avoid police detection. ]
36 Eldorado Avenue
London, Ontario
December 2nd 1999
[ Steven Smyth is a wreck. His daughter had been kidnapped yet no ransom or demand had come in. He was beside himself. His lifelong best friend Scott Heaton, known to the wrestling world as Scott Nash sat there watching him pace. ]
Scott: Bro, try and breathe.
Steven: How am I supposed to do that when my kid is missing?!
[ Steven didn’t know his late wife had a one night stand with his childhood friend and was Meghan’s actual father. One would think the identical icy blue eyes would have given it away but denial is a powerful thing and it was the last connection he had to Elizabeth. Scott might have known but Steve was a much better man than he was due to his biker life outside the squared circle and he probably subconsciously buried it. Scott watches his friend pace the living room that has a big bay window over looking the street. Neither man flinches as a brick smashes through the window and wrapped on the brick is package. Scott looks over and sees his friend with something in his hand. ]
Scott: What the hell is that?
Steven: It’s a blank CD. It says watch me. Meghan has one of those new DVD players that plays burnt CD’s.
[ Scott follows him into Meghan’s room which wasn’t a typical teenage girls room. It was painted blue, the walls were covered in Metallica and Pantera posters. She had clippings from wrestling magazines pinned to her walls with a few pictures of her mother while she was pregnant and a few other family photographs. Both men sit on her double bed as Steven hits play on the remote. The scene is disturbing: it looks to be a small room which could be described looking like Hannibal Lecter’s cell in Silence of the Lambs. One light hung from the ceiling for the light source. The room is filthy and if you could smell it, well, it would probably smell like Shadow Starr’s moms crotch after a orgy. In the middle of this disgusting room lies a very dirty single person mattress with a young woman hog tied on it. The sound kicks in and you can hear the soft crying from the girl. A face all to familiar to both men appears. ]
Steven: What the fuck is Ryan doing with my little girl?!
[Scott is quiet, watching the man in the wrestling world known as Sparkplug stand in front of his goddaughter staring into the handheld camcorder that is sitting on a table. Sparkplug doesn’t take long to speak. ]
Sparkplug: I do certainly hope both Steven and Scott are watching right now.... hi gentlemen, I just wanted you both to know I’ve been looking after your sweet little girl while you two have been busy playing politics in the IWF locker room keeping me from my rightful shot at the Heavyweight strap!
[Steven went by Wreck in IWF and was hired by Scott’s foster brother Andrew as a guy that would intentionally lose matches to up and comers and Scott was normal talent, and was the current IWF Champion and it was true. Scott didn’t like Sparkplug and used his stroke to keep him curtain jerking even though he won week after week. The two men can only stare at the TV in disbelief.]
Sparkplug: It’s not right what you have done to me! I have won week after week and I can’t even get a TV title shot! Like what the fuck? So I the only way I could think of to get your attention and to stop fucking me was to take your little girl and do to her what you’ve done to me...
[Both men have gone pale they know all to well what he means. The maniac looks towards Meghan and begins to undo his belt. ]
Sparkplug: So until I get what I want... it’s gonna be a very long night for your daughter and every night until I get what’s mine. Oh... and if you think of sending those biker friends of yours Scott, or you calling the police Steve I will slit her throat.
[ What proceeded those words does not need to be narrated as we all know it was a dreadful time for any daughter and father, woman or man... ]
Hooks and Ladder
14 North Moore Street Manhattan, New York
March 14th 2020
[ The Cowgirls From Hell arrived early to New York City to not only get the feel for the environment of Nassau Colosseum as in Meghan’s entire 20 year career as a manager then wrestler had never performed in the home of the New York Islanders but also because the Cowgirl leader is a giant Ghostbusters fan and wanted to check out the famous Firehouse. She was not disappointed and was Max taking pictures of her superhero posing in front of the big doors. ]
Maxine: That’s it, Megdux! Now do the ghost from the original logo!
[ Meghan is completely into it stretching her arms out like the ghost with a frightful look on her face. ]
Maxine: Fuck yeah that’s awesome! Alright now do the sequel pose!
[ She does as suggested and hits the pose putting up two fingers with a step forward. ]
Maxine: That’s it, work it! Show us your bad self!
[ Both begin to laugh at the ridiculousness of what they are doing. Meghan puts her arm around her partner. ]
Meghan: Let’s see what you got!
Maxine: We got some straight up gold! Question is how much you’ll pay me to keep these off social media!
[Meghan smirks and jabs Max gently in her side with a elbow. As they are admiring Mad Max’s obvious photography skills a ring tone of Pony by Ginuwine and Meghan pulls out her phone to see the contact photo of her husband, Dustin ‘Thunderwolf’ Kelser. She motions to Max with her finger to give her a moment as she answers. Maxine looks around mischievously and pulls something out of her black knapsack purse she has on. ]
Meghan: Hey baby, whats up?
Dustin: Just wanted to make sure you are in New York City. I know you hate it almost as much as Toronto. What is all that aboot, eh?
Meghan: Hardy har har! You know the Texan blood runs strong in my family, even if we were raised in Canada... and Japan... man dad got around.
Dustin: Haha, that he did. How’s Maxine adjusting to the heavier travel schedule in the big leagues?
[ Rattle rattle. ]
Meghan: She’s thriving. Did you catch her commentary last week? She’s soaking it all in.
Dustin: Yeah, it was entertaining for sure. Her in-ring debut was excellent. It’s almost like Tamika didn’t retire.
Meghan: In all honesty I was concerned she wouldn’t be able to read me like Meeks, you know at least right away but she did. A-P-Dubya is in for a treat. Please kiss our babies, Duffy. Tell them mommy loves them and will see them soon...
[Hiss hiss hiss. ]
Police Officer: Hey you! STOP RIGHT THERE!
[ Meghan turns around to see Maxine running full tilt at her, a cop not far behind and sees a nearby cop car that has been tagged with a giant phallic image. ]
Maxine: RUN!
[ Meghan rolls her eyes and starts booking it down North Moore with her young tag team partner with Dustin still on the phone. ]
Dustin: Well ladies, call me back when you escape or if you need me to fly in and bail you out. Love you girls!
Meghan/Maxine: You Too!
[ besides the fact they are wearing cowboy boots they manage to duck in a alley and watch as two cops go running past. Meghan sighs and Maxine looks like she’s about to burst like a ball of unstable energy. ]
Meghan: Really Max?
Maxine: WOOOO! That was awesome!
[ Meghan sighs and shakes her head. She’d doesn’t like to say it to the young protégée that she loved this side of her,but she did because it brought a energy. Something of the playfulness of being a teenager without a care in the world. Meghan lost her teenage years when she was forced to grow up so fast. Through years of therapy on a couch and in the ring she overcame her scarring past. She was incredibly strong like her birth mother, according to anyone that knew her anyways.]
Meghan: Oh my little ball of chaos, I never know when you are gonna strike. Please don’t change, just try and not get caught.
[ She puts her arm around her and kisses her on the top of the head. Mad Max gives her that chaotic smirk of hers as she looks at the phone in Meghan’s hand which she still hadn’t put away even with the chase. The flash of the screen had caught her eye and could see Harold’s bald ass head for the contact picture. ]
Maxine: Is our opiate addicted friend waiting for us?
Meghan: Oh fuck that’s right! I told Harold to meet us in Time Square we gotta move!
[ The cowgirls click the heels of their boots and head off to find a Taxi. ]
Times Square
New York City, New York
March14th 2020
[ The scene opens up in the centre of Time Square. The excellent camera work of Harold the Camerman, the personal cameraman of the Cowgirls from Hell starts out on the skyline slowly coming down on the centre of the square where the roads fork. Standing there is Meghan Kelser and Maxine Riggs who are dressed similar except for the tares throughout Max’s ensemble. Black cowboy boots, dark fitted blue jeans but while Meghan has a long sleeved white shirt on covered by a lined black leather jacket Max’s was opposite. Oh and she put spikes on her shoulders. She does that. The girls are staring up at a particular neon sign seemingly waiting for something to flash on the screen. They both shrug and turn to the camera to greet AP-Dubya fans. ]
Meghan: Just earlier this week I was telling Mad Max over here that I had never wrestled in at Nassau Coliseum. Which is crazy considering I’ve wrestled at the Manhattan Center, Madison Square Garden, down in Jersey at the Prudential Center, all over Canada and the world . So its only fitting the first time the Cowgirls meet up with the Disney Corporations newest lawsuit for the first time in their second round tag team tournament match. I enjoy firsts. There was a few firsts right away here in Alpha Pro Wrestling!
Maxine: Damn right! I mean our first match partnered together under the iconic banner of the Cowgirls from Hell we win. We also won our first weekly award with match of the week, which is fucking lit by the way, the next week we both had our first stints as colour commentary which seemed to gone over really well!
[ With both hands raising and gesturing towards the viewer and Meghan raises her eyebrow along with it before continuing. ]
Meghan: Exactly! I mean it garnered our second award. Which brings me to my second point—
Maxine: Are we done with the first?
Meghan: I’m pretty sure?
[ Meghan scrunches her face and shrugs with her response. ]
Maxine: Oh. Then please. Continue.
Meghan: Thank you. Ok so what’s great about all kinds of great firsts is even better second’s. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind —
Maxine: Or mine, bruh.
Maxine: Or mine, bruh.
Meghan:– or hers that we are going to come in Monday Night Metal the favoured team to advance in Block A tournament for the Tag Team titles and show everyone exactly who the fuck we are. I mean Jaice Wilds, you know that. The lineup has changed but the result is still the same. You’ll have to excuse my memory here Jaice, because I remember you slightly from Rebel Pro where I remember you having some success there but that’s about it. I mean you hang out with my “brother in law” and —
Maxine: Wait, why did you air quote that?
Meghan: What? “Brother in law”?
Maxine: Yeah, isn’t Simon Kalis indeed your brother in law?
Meghan: Yes he’s married to former Cowgirl and my baby sister Tamika. You know that, these people know that. Like that guy over there I bet. Watch.
[ Meghan walks stage left of Maxine and Harold follows as Meghan waves down a random passerby. ]
Meghan: Excuse me sir, you know who me and my family are right?
Passerby: Fucka youa.
[ She turns back and motions to Maxine that her point is proven, which, well, it wasn’t. ]
Meghan: See? Everyone.
[ Maxine laughs and shakes her head. ]
Maxine: And I’m considered the crazy one.
Meghan: Oh darlin’, you have no idea.
Maxine: What were we talking about?
Meghan: Honestly... couldn’t tell you.
[ Both stand there thinking for a few seconds before a after effect lightbulb pops above the youngest Cowgirls head. ]
Maxine: the team that is gonna get sued by the Disney Corporation. You were bashing Jaice about your brother in law!
Meghan: Well maybe we shouldn’t bring up Team Disney Lawsuit. Oh right! I think that ad is gonna pop up!
[ The girls look up to see their name faces above a marquee electronic banner for Monday Night Metal. Neither one can help but smile. ]
Meghan: See Max, you don’t see Spartan and Wilds up there andthat’s just one of the reasons we are going to win on Monday and advance in the tournament. These two men, who undeniably have talent, couldn’t even work well enough together to get the job done the first time and it took a SINGLES bout to be able to advance so how in the fuck could they stand a chance against you and I? Because this is their second outing just like it is ours but the difference is there will be a definitive winner and we will walk away victorious. It doesn’t matter how much bigger they are than us, David and Goliath... it’s nothing new.
Maxine: Like you said last week and many times throughout the years you’ve trained me that wrestling is the greatest sport because its never mattered the size of your opponent it’s always about will power. We have that willpower. Spartan, Jaice Wilds, with Team Disney Lawsuit are going to walk away embarrassed and angry like they did in their first outing. At least this time there won’t be any what ifs. Hashtag brightside!
[ Meghan hits the infamous Strader sneer and Maxine with chaotic smirk speak in unison. ]
cFh: We are the Cowgirls From Hell. We are taking over this town and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it... shhhh....
Do you hear that?
[ Our scene fades to the sound of hoof beats as the cow skull head logo of the Cowgirls fills our screen before what is most likely a Yeast Infection commercial. ]
