Post by Dre on Mar 22, 2020 22:42:20 GMT -5
OOC: Apologize for the late post, the Covid-19 quarantine kind of messed up my week but I'll be back to a better schedule this upcoming week. Anyways, Unless I've put in the description its on camera, it is not. Last part is on camera.
The Inn at Westwynd Farm
1620 Sand Beach Rd
Hummelstown,PA
Present Day
[ The world wide Covid-19 pandemic has put the world into a panic. Major sports leagues have suspended their multi billion dollar seasons: NBA, NHL, MLB, MLS the list goes on so it’s become ever more important for the sport of wrestling to continue on to entertain the people stuck at home during this period of social distancing. Alpha Pro Wrestling is one of many promotions doing such a thing and while it’s a strange time for the sport, the wrestlers involved are apart of history in empty arena shows, the world will persevere. Both Meghan Kelser and Maxine Riggs had themselves tested before the last edition of Metal and were given a clear bill of health but that couldn’t be said for Mad Max’s girlfriend, Victoria Gaudet as her results are still pending. Max sits in the corner of the cozy B&B sitting in a wooden chair cross legged face timing with her blonde and green eyed lover. ]
Mad Max: When are the results coming back?
Victoria: Hopefully soon, I’ve been missing you. Distance is hard.
I know, ponytail. Thank Allah we live in 2020 and can facetime!
[ Victoria chuckles with enjoyment of the oddball things that come of her Cowgirl’s mouth. ]
Are you excited for the semi finals?
We can taste it, we definitely know it’s so close but still a bit of ways to go. We got the self called “Man Made Gods” or someshit.
Out of morbid curiosity I did a little research about them if you wanted to hear my thoughts?
[ Maxine’s chaotic smirk is ever present. Victoria was a bit of a professional wrestling enclyipeida. Max hops up from her chair and lays down on the bed and holds her phone up in the air looking up at her girl. ]
You know I do!
Is Meghan around?
No, Dustin is here with the twins. He rented this crazy loaded to the balls and tits, Winnebago!
[ Meanwhile outside in said Winnebago the twins are fast asleep, and the Kelser’s lay under the blue silk sheets, naked and slightly sweaty. Thunderwolf lays on his right side leaning his head on his hand to stare at his beautiful wife. He notices she looks a million miles away and leans forward kissing her shoulder sweetly. ]
What’s wrong, babe?
[ Meghan doesn’t seem to hear him. He nudges her gently and she snaps out of it. ]
Huh?
We’ve known each other for fifteen years, been together for five of those I know when something is bothering you... so spill it.
[ The sound of cooing fills their ears and both slide out of bed putting on navy blue robes and attend to their children. Meghan takes little Lizzie and Dustin swaddles little Clay. They sit on the main table in the middle of the RV’s layout. Dustin can’t help but smile when he’s with his wife and kids. ]
I love watching you with the kids... you’ve been such a natural.
I had practice with our nephew Scotty. Meeks taught me everything I know.
I’m just surprised you didn’t have any kids sooner.
[ Meghan’s face begins to pale and her eyes well up. Dustin reaches across the table and takes her hand as their kids sit on their laps still cooing away at each other. ]
Meg... what’s going on?
I haven’t been straight forth with you... Clay and Elizabeth aren’t my first kids...
[ He doesn’t say anything he just squeezes her hand gently. Tears have started to roll down the Cowgirls cheeks. It takes her daughter grabbing onto her ring finger with a smile and a coo to make her smile. ]
Duffy, I haven’t told anyone this... only the old man and my step mother know and that wasn’t exactly by choice I was just about to turn 15 I didn’t know what else to do...
It’s ok babe, I’m listening.
[ Meghan lightly bounces her daughter on her knee as she begins to spill something she hasn’t spoken out loud about in over 20 years. With a deep breath she unloads a burden she has carried for too long on her own. ]
On August 24th, 2000 I gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl.. The father...
[ Tears start to well again as she loses her words which is something that isn’t known to happen with any member of the Strader family, especially her and her dad. Dustin quietly does the math in his head and realizes it was a very despicable man who was the baby’s father. He takes her left hand and kisses it.]
Home of Scott Nash
11 Hamilton Road
London,Ontario
February 3rd 2000
[ Scott sat his couch in front of the bay windows of his house, curtains closed, with his head in his hands. He isn’t quite sure what to think about the news dropped on him. It had been a couple months since Meghan had been freed from her captor Sparkplug and so much had happened since then. He looks over at his newly discovered teen daughter and he’s filled with sadness for her and also had a burning rage to find Sparkplug and murder him. He sighs and without much tact opens his big mouth. ]
What about a abortion?
Fuck you Scott, seriously fuck you. I came here because apparently you are my fucking dad and the man I’ve called dad my whole life won’t even look at me because he’s reminded that the love of his life fucked his best friend.
[ Scott did instantly regret his choice of words but he was a crass son of a bitch who was a member of the Rockmachine MC when he wasn’t wrestling on TV and PPV’s. He wasn’t used to this and it showed. ]
Scott: Meghan I’m sorry I don’t know what to do here I’m just as lost as you are. I mean I find out I’m a dad and now a grandpa to to a kid who’s one half fucking Sparkplug?!
SCOTT!
[ Meghan who is on her feet by this point turns to see Scott’s long time girlfriend, Amy Lee Straten standing with her hands on her hips not looking all that impressed. Scott says nothing as Amy goes and hugs the scared young lady. She pulls back, puts both hands on Meghan’s face and smiles at her. Tears have stained the young girls face. ]
Scott, why don’t you leave us be?
[ He can’t help but feel blessed that he has this woman as he has no clue on how to deal with something like this. He scurries off like the coward of father he was back in these days and leaves the girls to talk. Amy sits on the black leather couch and pats the cushion beside her. Meghan sits down, both turning to face each other. Amy grabs her new step daughters hands. ]
I am sorry about your dad, tact isn’t his strong suit... I know this whole situation is awful, especially it being aired out on IWF television the way Sparkplug demanded... he’s trying though.
Amy, I know he is... and its not like I didn’t consider a abortion but I can’t. I’m all for a woman’s choice to choose what she does with her body and that includes aborting this baby but I know I can’t do it. It’ll kill me Amy...
[ The young woman begins to cry and lays her head in Amy’s lap. She runs her fingers through her step daughters hair doing what she can to try and sooth the young girl.]
St. Joseph’s Hospital
London, Ontario
August 24th, 2000
[ It’s shortly after midnight in the Forest City and a new life has been brought into the world. Meghan was spent, it was a difficult twelve hour labour scenario but she wasn’t so spent that she couldn’t spend one last night with her daughter. Both Amy and Scott sit in the uncomfortable hospital chairs to her right. ]
She has our eyes, kid.
She’s beautiful... are you sure you want to do this? Your dad and I will help in any way we can.
[ All the young girl can do is smile and mouth the words thank you. Scott gets up as he can feel his pager go off. He gets up, kisses his daughter and then his girlfriend. ]
Scott: Can I get my girls anything?
I’m good, thanks babe.
I’m good too, Scott.
[ Scott leaves the room and looking around to see if anyone can see him he pulls out his pager and looks at the small analog screen. He sees its one of his Rockmachine brothers with the number 1313. He walks down and around the corner of the corridor and heads to the main floor to the pay phones (for you Zoomers before cell phones got popular we use to use pay phones, that ranged from a quarter to two quarters) to call and see what was going on. He picks up the black receiver, pumps in his quarter and calls the clubhouse. ]
I got the page, what’s the word?
Biker: We found him.
[ Meanwhile back up on the 7th floor Amy had crawled into the bed with Meghan and was holding her a she sobbed. The baby was gone now as per the adoption agreement and the young woman was distraught. The two didn’t know it yet but this was going to be the moment that bonded them as a mother and a daughter something both of them desperately needed. ]
I really hope I did the right thing...
Meg, you have done what you had to do. The courage this took is immense and no matter what happens I’ll always be there for you.
[ The future Cowgirl melted into her step mothers side and fell asleep. Scott can see through the window in the door and the image would never leave him. ]
The Inn at Westwynd Farm
1620 Sand Beach Rd
Hummelstown, PA
Present Day
[ Our scene opens up in the room the Cowgirls have taken at a B&B not far from Hershey, Pennsylvania. Well it was the youngest Cowgirl who had the room as Meghan’s husband and retired professional wrestler had brought a large Recreational Vehicle down to travel with the girls and the kids because of all the travel restrictions. Anyways, Harold was already set up and rolling as Mad Max stands in front of cherry oak vanity looking into the mirror. She’s looking in her reflection and her attention is drawn to the door. Harold masterfully swings the camera over to see what she is looking at and we are greeted with the sight of the one and only Meghan Kelser. A trademark sneer later with a of dash chaotic smirk the Cowgirls address the fans watching in quarantine all around the world.]
Before we get into the so called Man Made Gods we would just like to tell Team Disney Lawsuit...
... fucking told you so.
[ Meghan smirks. ]
That we did. While we did what we said we were going to do that doesn’t mean this is finished business. Far fucking from it. This doesn’t come from Meghan Kelser of the Cowgirls oh no no no but from Meghan Nash Strader of the Order of Chaos: last Monday was your first and last warning. Heed it.
Silly little man thinking a non-commonwealth citizen could be a real member of the Order.
Men like him and Shadow Starr don’t think. I do hope Spartan learns his lesson and moves on. Just like we are as we are preparing for the self titled Man Made Gods.
Self titled? You make it sound like they are about to drop a dope album.
Corey Black and Frank Venable might be talented wrestlers but in all my research that I was even bothered to do I couldn’t find anything about being able to sing.
Yeah my little encyclopedia couldn’t find anything of that nature so they must be the opponents for our Semi Final match with no future musical aspirations!
[ Our Cowgirls share a mutual chuckle. ]
Yes the Man Made Gods. Very similar situation our teams have found themselves in. We both had first round matches where the opposing teams didn’t even put forth a showing worth mentioning. Second round, I guess we did get upgraded opponents in some sense although I’d say your opponents were the tougher challenge...
*cough* Jaice Wilds *cough*
And this week there is finally a match that some experts might not be able to pick a clear and decisive winner for. However we certainly can and it is going to be us.
[ Motioning with her hand between the two women is Meghan. ]
Damn right it’s going to be us. Now don’t think we are taking light of you as a team, far from it, well maybe not far from it, but I digress. But we are going to win this Monday. We haven’t been able to live life as we mostly would so its been a chance to catch up on the other things going on with APDubya. Like for instance we caught up on the other superstar promos and the like, watched some old footage and at the end of the week we came to the conclusion that we are going to advance to Battlecade.
For starters we have Corey Black and you look like you belong on some 20 year old Turner broadcasting channel on Thursday’s, except during baseball season where it would be Wednesday’s. White boy discovers the Japanese “mystic” ways. How fucking original. My twin siblings John and Tamika were raised in Japan and don’t sound or look like a yuppie schmuck doing a poor imitation of the beautiful way that is of the Japanese culture. Nor anywhere near as arrogant.
[ Meghan was careful not to smoke in front of her husband and kids but she was in her element and the moment called for one. With a deep drag and exhale through the nostrils she continues on her mini tirade. ]
Another difference is I would never allege to claim to have been through more than anyone except those that make that fucking claim. You’ve been in this business since 18, done it on your own. I was born into this. It’s been my life since before I could walk. The man I called dad for the first 14 years of my life was a professional wrestler. My blood father everyone knows as Scott Nash Strader was born to a Texas Wrestling Dynasty and even in adoption he ended up being raised by a wrestling family. You may think you know everything about this business but as soon as you think that women like Mad Max and I come and bite you right on the ass.
And we leave a bad enough mark you’ll go for a tetanus shot!
[ Meghan’s mean face almost breaks with that comment but holds firm. ]
Like you told your last opponents about not being a easy stepping stone and that you are relentless, I believe that. In fact, I hope its true come Monday Night. We don’t want easy matches. We want the damn challenge because when we are eventually asked one day on the ComicCon circuits on how we got our first championships in APW we want to talk about the historic matches that lead up to the moment being crowned. Not push overs like we had in the first round.
I’m the rookie here out of all us. One might naturally assume I am the weak link. All the dirt sheets say so anyways.
What did I teach you about dirt sheets?
They aren’t even of the quality you’d wipe your snatch with?
Ass Max, ass.
Ass, right. Gotcha. Ass. Anyways, what was my point?
Weak link, yada yada yada.
Is that a Seinfeld reference? I’m not even old enough to get that. Like I was saying, at least I think I was, this woman right here, she’s taught me everything I know. I remember as a little girl watching her escort the big bad Scott Nash to ringside at the age of 17, getting into the ring herself five years later and dominating any tag team division her and Tamika entered. Now its gonna be her and me. To be trained by this woman and her entire family, extended included I know I’m ready to add the list of accomplishments the Cowgirls From Hell can be proud of rookie or not.
[ Meghan puts her arm around Maxine and takes another drag. ]
See that’s the ultimate downfall of the Tag Team Division, besides outside maybe the Architects, more on them later, is that most of you are a team of circumstance. You aren’t true teams. We travel together, eat together and I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind if we showered and slept together too. However isn’t it true Corey you are only here for the tag team tournament? That doesn’t say much about your commitment to self called Man Made Gods. Win or lose for us, and don’t get me wrong because we will win, it’s not gonna mean the end of Meghan Kelser or Maxine Riggs in the APW. We are here till the end and it just so happens we will do that as the greatest tag team of all time to ever grace the squared circle as APDubya Tag Team Champions.
Unlike you two, we live and breathe the tag team division. It’s who we are. WE are the Cowgirls From Hell, tag team tournament or no tag team tournament. You two little boys can’t even be bothered to address or your opponents together. Always separate and that says a lot about how well you work as a team.
While we do live and breathe what we do in and out of the squared circle, we also respect the sport as a whole. Then you got guys here like Francis- - -
Frank. I’m positive it’s Frank.
Alright, Frank. Anyways, Francis last week found a way to show you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Listen, I’m no hardcore wrestler. It’s never been a thing I’ve been into. I’ve done it, but I would never say it’s the place that requires the least amount of skill however you go and say that exact thing then a couple breaths later are talking about how you are some King of a Deathmatch to a place no one gives a rats ass about anymore except to maybe a select few... maybe.
Whoa, maybe put out the cigarette miss run on sentence!
What is it you always say to me when I’ve told you to do something?
You are not my dad stop talking to me?
[ Meghan winks and smiles at her partner while taking the final drag of her cancer stick. ]
Francis, Corey, men who need to call themselves God’s of anything are exactly the opposite. Your arrogance mixed with potential is something special and I myself have been in this business all my life, worked it in for now 20 years, and have never seen such a team with the said qualities. Your run has come to a end after Monday. Francis maybe you here for the foreseeable future but what’s going to happen to the “Man Made Gods” when the Cowgirls From Hell crucify you within the ropes of our church?
[ Meghan shrugs and looks over at her young and talented partner and best friend. ]
Anything else we should say to these pompous asses before we talk to our Battlecade opponents?
Yeah, one last thing.
[ Meghan nods and motions with her right hand to go on ad close out on the Man Made Gods. ]
It’s been established that I’m the rookie here but even as a rookie I can see the mistakes all the losing teams with talent are making. What Meghan and tamika taught me about tag team wrestling is how important the noun team is. We are one, we work as one. When one of us feels pain, so does the other. When one is feeling happy or sad so does the other. We are simpatico. We are unison and know each other better then the team accross from us knows about each other. That’s what makes a great tag team win championships. We are punching our ticket to APDubya Battlecade and when you are laying in the ring looking up at the rafters the only thing you’ll be able to hear is the sound of hoof beats as they run Corey Black back to where he came from.
[ Meghan unleashes the Strader family trademark sneer as she looks directly into the camera. ]
Speaking of Battlecade! Damon... Smitty... we know you are going to take down The Enforcers and punch your tickets to the can’t miss Pay Per View... We just wanted to let you know that we can’t wait to show you why wrestling isn’t all the much different from the Wild Wild West.
[ Maxine unleashes her signature smirk as they speak in unison. ]
In case you forgot... we are taking over this town.
Shhhh... Do you hear that?
[ Our scene fades to the sound of hoof beats and the cow skull logo of the Cowgirls from Hell. ]
The Inn at Westwynd Farm
1620 Sand Beach Rd
Hummelstown,PA
Present Day
[ The world wide Covid-19 pandemic has put the world into a panic. Major sports leagues have suspended their multi billion dollar seasons: NBA, NHL, MLB, MLS the list goes on so it’s become ever more important for the sport of wrestling to continue on to entertain the people stuck at home during this period of social distancing. Alpha Pro Wrestling is one of many promotions doing such a thing and while it’s a strange time for the sport, the wrestlers involved are apart of history in empty arena shows, the world will persevere. Both Meghan Kelser and Maxine Riggs had themselves tested before the last edition of Metal and were given a clear bill of health but that couldn’t be said for Mad Max’s girlfriend, Victoria Gaudet as her results are still pending. Max sits in the corner of the cozy B&B sitting in a wooden chair cross legged face timing with her blonde and green eyed lover. ]
Mad Max: When are the results coming back?
Victoria: Hopefully soon, I’ve been missing you. Distance is hard.
I know, ponytail. Thank Allah we live in 2020 and can facetime!
[ Victoria chuckles with enjoyment of the oddball things that come of her Cowgirl’s mouth. ]
Are you excited for the semi finals?
We can taste it, we definitely know it’s so close but still a bit of ways to go. We got the self called “Man Made Gods” or someshit.
Out of morbid curiosity I did a little research about them if you wanted to hear my thoughts?
[ Maxine’s chaotic smirk is ever present. Victoria was a bit of a professional wrestling enclyipeida. Max hops up from her chair and lays down on the bed and holds her phone up in the air looking up at her girl. ]
You know I do!
Is Meghan around?
No, Dustin is here with the twins. He rented this crazy loaded to the balls and tits, Winnebago!
[ Meanwhile outside in said Winnebago the twins are fast asleep, and the Kelser’s lay under the blue silk sheets, naked and slightly sweaty. Thunderwolf lays on his right side leaning his head on his hand to stare at his beautiful wife. He notices she looks a million miles away and leans forward kissing her shoulder sweetly. ]
What’s wrong, babe?
[ Meghan doesn’t seem to hear him. He nudges her gently and she snaps out of it. ]
Huh?
We’ve known each other for fifteen years, been together for five of those I know when something is bothering you... so spill it.
[ The sound of cooing fills their ears and both slide out of bed putting on navy blue robes and attend to their children. Meghan takes little Lizzie and Dustin swaddles little Clay. They sit on the main table in the middle of the RV’s layout. Dustin can’t help but smile when he’s with his wife and kids. ]
I love watching you with the kids... you’ve been such a natural.
I had practice with our nephew Scotty. Meeks taught me everything I know.
I’m just surprised you didn’t have any kids sooner.
[ Meghan’s face begins to pale and her eyes well up. Dustin reaches across the table and takes her hand as their kids sit on their laps still cooing away at each other. ]
Meg... what’s going on?
I haven’t been straight forth with you... Clay and Elizabeth aren’t my first kids...
[ He doesn’t say anything he just squeezes her hand gently. Tears have started to roll down the Cowgirls cheeks. It takes her daughter grabbing onto her ring finger with a smile and a coo to make her smile. ]
Duffy, I haven’t told anyone this... only the old man and my step mother know and that wasn’t exactly by choice I was just about to turn 15 I didn’t know what else to do...
It’s ok babe, I’m listening.
[ Meghan lightly bounces her daughter on her knee as she begins to spill something she hasn’t spoken out loud about in over 20 years. With a deep breath she unloads a burden she has carried for too long on her own. ]
On August 24th, 2000 I gave birth to a healthy beautiful baby girl.. The father...
[ Tears start to well again as she loses her words which is something that isn’t known to happen with any member of the Strader family, especially her and her dad. Dustin quietly does the math in his head and realizes it was a very despicable man who was the baby’s father. He takes her left hand and kisses it.]
Home of Scott Nash
11 Hamilton Road
London,Ontario
February 3rd 2000
[ Scott sat his couch in front of the bay windows of his house, curtains closed, with his head in his hands. He isn’t quite sure what to think about the news dropped on him. It had been a couple months since Meghan had been freed from her captor Sparkplug and so much had happened since then. He looks over at his newly discovered teen daughter and he’s filled with sadness for her and also had a burning rage to find Sparkplug and murder him. He sighs and without much tact opens his big mouth. ]
What about a abortion?
Fuck you Scott, seriously fuck you. I came here because apparently you are my fucking dad and the man I’ve called dad my whole life won’t even look at me because he’s reminded that the love of his life fucked his best friend.
[ Scott did instantly regret his choice of words but he was a crass son of a bitch who was a member of the Rockmachine MC when he wasn’t wrestling on TV and PPV’s. He wasn’t used to this and it showed. ]
Scott: Meghan I’m sorry I don’t know what to do here I’m just as lost as you are. I mean I find out I’m a dad and now a grandpa to to a kid who’s one half fucking Sparkplug?!
SCOTT!
[ Meghan who is on her feet by this point turns to see Scott’s long time girlfriend, Amy Lee Straten standing with her hands on her hips not looking all that impressed. Scott says nothing as Amy goes and hugs the scared young lady. She pulls back, puts both hands on Meghan’s face and smiles at her. Tears have stained the young girls face. ]
Scott, why don’t you leave us be?
[ He can’t help but feel blessed that he has this woman as he has no clue on how to deal with something like this. He scurries off like the coward of father he was back in these days and leaves the girls to talk. Amy sits on the black leather couch and pats the cushion beside her. Meghan sits down, both turning to face each other. Amy grabs her new step daughters hands. ]
I am sorry about your dad, tact isn’t his strong suit... I know this whole situation is awful, especially it being aired out on IWF television the way Sparkplug demanded... he’s trying though.
Amy, I know he is... and its not like I didn’t consider a abortion but I can’t. I’m all for a woman’s choice to choose what she does with her body and that includes aborting this baby but I know I can’t do it. It’ll kill me Amy...
[ The young woman begins to cry and lays her head in Amy’s lap. She runs her fingers through her step daughters hair doing what she can to try and sooth the young girl.]
St. Joseph’s Hospital
London, Ontario
August 24th, 2000
[ It’s shortly after midnight in the Forest City and a new life has been brought into the world. Meghan was spent, it was a difficult twelve hour labour scenario but she wasn’t so spent that she couldn’t spend one last night with her daughter. Both Amy and Scott sit in the uncomfortable hospital chairs to her right. ]
She has our eyes, kid.
She’s beautiful... are you sure you want to do this? Your dad and I will help in any way we can.
[ All the young girl can do is smile and mouth the words thank you. Scott gets up as he can feel his pager go off. He gets up, kisses his daughter and then his girlfriend. ]
Scott: Can I get my girls anything?
I’m good, thanks babe.
I’m good too, Scott.
[ Scott leaves the room and looking around to see if anyone can see him he pulls out his pager and looks at the small analog screen. He sees its one of his Rockmachine brothers with the number 1313. He walks down and around the corner of the corridor and heads to the main floor to the pay phones (for you Zoomers before cell phones got popular we use to use pay phones, that ranged from a quarter to two quarters) to call and see what was going on. He picks up the black receiver, pumps in his quarter and calls the clubhouse. ]
I got the page, what’s the word?
Biker: We found him.
[ Meanwhile back up on the 7th floor Amy had crawled into the bed with Meghan and was holding her a she sobbed. The baby was gone now as per the adoption agreement and the young woman was distraught. The two didn’t know it yet but this was going to be the moment that bonded them as a mother and a daughter something both of them desperately needed. ]
I really hope I did the right thing...
Meg, you have done what you had to do. The courage this took is immense and no matter what happens I’ll always be there for you.
[ The future Cowgirl melted into her step mothers side and fell asleep. Scott can see through the window in the door and the image would never leave him. ]
The Inn at Westwynd Farm
1620 Sand Beach Rd
Hummelstown, PA
Present Day
[ Our scene opens up in the room the Cowgirls have taken at a B&B not far from Hershey, Pennsylvania. Well it was the youngest Cowgirl who had the room as Meghan’s husband and retired professional wrestler had brought a large Recreational Vehicle down to travel with the girls and the kids because of all the travel restrictions. Anyways, Harold was already set up and rolling as Mad Max stands in front of cherry oak vanity looking into the mirror. She’s looking in her reflection and her attention is drawn to the door. Harold masterfully swings the camera over to see what she is looking at and we are greeted with the sight of the one and only Meghan Kelser. A trademark sneer later with a of dash chaotic smirk the Cowgirls address the fans watching in quarantine all around the world.]
Before we get into the so called Man Made Gods we would just like to tell Team Disney Lawsuit...
... fucking told you so.
[ Meghan smirks. ]
That we did. While we did what we said we were going to do that doesn’t mean this is finished business. Far fucking from it. This doesn’t come from Meghan Kelser of the Cowgirls oh no no no but from Meghan Nash Strader of the Order of Chaos: last Monday was your first and last warning. Heed it.
Silly little man thinking a non-commonwealth citizen could be a real member of the Order.
Men like him and Shadow Starr don’t think. I do hope Spartan learns his lesson and moves on. Just like we are as we are preparing for the self titled Man Made Gods.
Self titled? You make it sound like they are about to drop a dope album.
Corey Black and Frank Venable might be talented wrestlers but in all my research that I was even bothered to do I couldn’t find anything about being able to sing.
Yeah my little encyclopedia couldn’t find anything of that nature so they must be the opponents for our Semi Final match with no future musical aspirations!
[ Our Cowgirls share a mutual chuckle. ]
Yes the Man Made Gods. Very similar situation our teams have found themselves in. We both had first round matches where the opposing teams didn’t even put forth a showing worth mentioning. Second round, I guess we did get upgraded opponents in some sense although I’d say your opponents were the tougher challenge...
*cough* Jaice Wilds *cough*
And this week there is finally a match that some experts might not be able to pick a clear and decisive winner for. However we certainly can and it is going to be us.
[ Motioning with her hand between the two women is Meghan. ]
Damn right it’s going to be us. Now don’t think we are taking light of you as a team, far from it, well maybe not far from it, but I digress. But we are going to win this Monday. We haven’t been able to live life as we mostly would so its been a chance to catch up on the other things going on with APDubya. Like for instance we caught up on the other superstar promos and the like, watched some old footage and at the end of the week we came to the conclusion that we are going to advance to Battlecade.
For starters we have Corey Black and you look like you belong on some 20 year old Turner broadcasting channel on Thursday’s, except during baseball season where it would be Wednesday’s. White boy discovers the Japanese “mystic” ways. How fucking original. My twin siblings John and Tamika were raised in Japan and don’t sound or look like a yuppie schmuck doing a poor imitation of the beautiful way that is of the Japanese culture. Nor anywhere near as arrogant.
[ Meghan was careful not to smoke in front of her husband and kids but she was in her element and the moment called for one. With a deep drag and exhale through the nostrils she continues on her mini tirade. ]
Another difference is I would never allege to claim to have been through more than anyone except those that make that fucking claim. You’ve been in this business since 18, done it on your own. I was born into this. It’s been my life since before I could walk. The man I called dad for the first 14 years of my life was a professional wrestler. My blood father everyone knows as Scott Nash Strader was born to a Texas Wrestling Dynasty and even in adoption he ended up being raised by a wrestling family. You may think you know everything about this business but as soon as you think that women like Mad Max and I come and bite you right on the ass.
And we leave a bad enough mark you’ll go for a tetanus shot!
[ Meghan’s mean face almost breaks with that comment but holds firm. ]
Like you told your last opponents about not being a easy stepping stone and that you are relentless, I believe that. In fact, I hope its true come Monday Night. We don’t want easy matches. We want the damn challenge because when we are eventually asked one day on the ComicCon circuits on how we got our first championships in APW we want to talk about the historic matches that lead up to the moment being crowned. Not push overs like we had in the first round.
I’m the rookie here out of all us. One might naturally assume I am the weak link. All the dirt sheets say so anyways.
What did I teach you about dirt sheets?
They aren’t even of the quality you’d wipe your snatch with?
Ass Max, ass.
Ass, right. Gotcha. Ass. Anyways, what was my point?
Weak link, yada yada yada.
Is that a Seinfeld reference? I’m not even old enough to get that. Like I was saying, at least I think I was, this woman right here, she’s taught me everything I know. I remember as a little girl watching her escort the big bad Scott Nash to ringside at the age of 17, getting into the ring herself five years later and dominating any tag team division her and Tamika entered. Now its gonna be her and me. To be trained by this woman and her entire family, extended included I know I’m ready to add the list of accomplishments the Cowgirls From Hell can be proud of rookie or not.
[ Meghan puts her arm around Maxine and takes another drag. ]
See that’s the ultimate downfall of the Tag Team Division, besides outside maybe the Architects, more on them later, is that most of you are a team of circumstance. You aren’t true teams. We travel together, eat together and I'm sure my husband wouldn't mind if we showered and slept together too. However isn’t it true Corey you are only here for the tag team tournament? That doesn’t say much about your commitment to self called Man Made Gods. Win or lose for us, and don’t get me wrong because we will win, it’s not gonna mean the end of Meghan Kelser or Maxine Riggs in the APW. We are here till the end and it just so happens we will do that as the greatest tag team of all time to ever grace the squared circle as APDubya Tag Team Champions.
Unlike you two, we live and breathe the tag team division. It’s who we are. WE are the Cowgirls From Hell, tag team tournament or no tag team tournament. You two little boys can’t even be bothered to address or your opponents together. Always separate and that says a lot about how well you work as a team.
While we do live and breathe what we do in and out of the squared circle, we also respect the sport as a whole. Then you got guys here like Francis- - -
Frank. I’m positive it’s Frank.
Alright, Frank. Anyways, Francis last week found a way to show you aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Listen, I’m no hardcore wrestler. It’s never been a thing I’ve been into. I’ve done it, but I would never say it’s the place that requires the least amount of skill however you go and say that exact thing then a couple breaths later are talking about how you are some King of a Deathmatch to a place no one gives a rats ass about anymore except to maybe a select few... maybe.
Whoa, maybe put out the cigarette miss run on sentence!
What is it you always say to me when I’ve told you to do something?
You are not my dad stop talking to me?
[ Meghan winks and smiles at her partner while taking the final drag of her cancer stick. ]
Francis, Corey, men who need to call themselves God’s of anything are exactly the opposite. Your arrogance mixed with potential is something special and I myself have been in this business all my life, worked it in for now 20 years, and have never seen such a team with the said qualities. Your run has come to a end after Monday. Francis maybe you here for the foreseeable future but what’s going to happen to the “Man Made Gods” when the Cowgirls From Hell crucify you within the ropes of our church?
[ Meghan shrugs and looks over at her young and talented partner and best friend. ]
Anything else we should say to these pompous asses before we talk to our Battlecade opponents?
Yeah, one last thing.
[ Meghan nods and motions with her right hand to go on ad close out on the Man Made Gods. ]
It’s been established that I’m the rookie here but even as a rookie I can see the mistakes all the losing teams with talent are making. What Meghan and tamika taught me about tag team wrestling is how important the noun team is. We are one, we work as one. When one of us feels pain, so does the other. When one is feeling happy or sad so does the other. We are simpatico. We are unison and know each other better then the team accross from us knows about each other. That’s what makes a great tag team win championships. We are punching our ticket to APDubya Battlecade and when you are laying in the ring looking up at the rafters the only thing you’ll be able to hear is the sound of hoof beats as they run Corey Black back to where he came from.
[ Meghan unleashes the Strader family trademark sneer as she looks directly into the camera. ]
Speaking of Battlecade! Damon... Smitty... we know you are going to take down The Enforcers and punch your tickets to the can’t miss Pay Per View... We just wanted to let you know that we can’t wait to show you why wrestling isn’t all the much different from the Wild Wild West.
[ Maxine unleashes her signature smirk as they speak in unison. ]
In case you forgot... we are taking over this town.
Shhhh... Do you hear that?
[ Our scene fades to the sound of hoof beats and the cow skull logo of the Cowgirls from Hell. ]
