Post by Dre on Apr 5, 2020 21:35:17 GMT -5
White House Barn Area Strader Ranch
Houston, Texas USA
Present Day
[ Next Monday Night Metal would be Maxine’s debut in singles competition in the confines of a top tier league so while she is confident in her abilities she can’t help but be a tad bit nervous. The Cowgirls From Hell hadn’t been too bad in their first month of competition winning twice and losing once to definitely a more talented team then they had faced in previous weeks. Now it was time to branch out into some singles competition and part of Maxine’s nervousness came from the fact how excited she is feeling the pressure come off her shoulders with Tamika Kalis making her return to the business. While she is just as talented and capable of replacing Tamika, Max did want to etch out something that was hers alone while representing her not same blood family in c.F.h. She absolutely wanted to be ready for her match against LA Johnny Styles and prove herself worthy of representing her faction and the APW as a whole so she was putting in the effort starting with her workout routine. The ranch is quite large at over 105 acres with two mansions built on the land and a smaller Ranch style home that houses Meghan and Tamika’s grandmother Hannah and Aunt Vanessa. Meghan and Tamika’s families were staying in the”White House” and their dad was with his girlfriend and brothers in the other Scott named 45 Lampkin Lane. It was a great way to self isolate and still be able to get away if need be. Maxine found herself in the barn built behind the white mansion where she has found the tractor spare tires and is flipping them over from the end of the barn and back. The sweat is rolling down her face profusely so she decides to stop and take a sip from her water bottle. She can hear someone walking towards her by the cracking of straw and hay on the ground. She doesn’t turn around as she speaks to her visitor. ]
I’m almost done in here, Megz.
Megz? Did you forget my name already?
[ Max’s eyes go wide and turns around to see her lover, Victoria Gaudet, standing not 3 feet from her. She lets out a high pitched scream, runs, and sweeps the green eyed blonde up in her arms. She locks her lips with hers and melts internally. ]
Ponytail! Oh god I’ve missed you!
I don’t know, doesn’t seem like it...
[ Victoria instantly giggles as Max squeezes her sides and kisses her again. The two take a seat on the giant tractor tire each with a hand on their lovers knee. ]
How are you hear? I thought you quarantined back in London?
I was but my test came back and apparently I had it back in December and have the antibodies to fight it now. I got lucky!
I’m the lucky one! And how did you get past the border?
Your partners apparently have some pull through their dad and husbands and got me across the border since I officially signed my managerial contract with APW!
[ Max’s eyes light up and her smile couldn’t be any wider. ]
So not only do I have you with me outside the APW but in it as well?!
[ Victoria leans her down looking up at Max with her green eyes that have a familiarity to them but yet somehow hasn’t been noticed and smiles. ]
Did you think I would miss your singles debut?
Well not on purpose! It’s going to be so great!
I took some notes on L.A. Johnny Styles for you if you want them...
[ Max nods in agreement but she has other things on her mind. ]
You know it Ponytail but we have another matter at hand...
What do you mean?
[ Max gives her love a quick wink and smile. ]
Right other matters...
[ Harold, everyone’s favourite former meth head cameraman turned opiate abuser was setting up his multi tripod unit around a Jacuzzi that sits out behind white behemoth mansion on the Strader Ranch with a old european downtown Montreal backyard although that may be the wrong word to use in this situation as the backyard has 15 acres of land. Max and her manager slash girlfriend Victoria step out the double pane soundproof glass doors dead centre of the back of the mansion onto a cobblestone patio. Both are in modest swim wear for modern day society; Victoria with her long blonde locks tied back owns what she is wearing in the form of two piece black bikini that actually left your imagination running while our very own Mad Max was in Samuel L Jackson Mace Windu purple one piece with a waistband with one would hope rust proof silver studs. Harold with his ever dilated eyes from hanging out with his boy Dylan (that’s what he called his Dilludids) decides to see how his new employer is feeling. ]
How ya feeling, Max? Nervous?
Me? Bah, never!
[ She leans and whispers into his ear. ]
Definitely. I feel like a school boy fiddling with a girls bra strap for the first time!
[ She leans back speaking normally again. ]
Never!
[ Harold wasn’t one to think anymore than about what he was filming and when he was going to get high but even this drugged up dude saw she had a potential. She was weird, outspoken, opinionated and strong as they come. Max and Victoria slide into the hot tub with the one dubbed as Ponytail curling up under Max’s right arm as the ‘Little ball of Chaos’ leans back out stretching her arms across the ledge of the Jacuzzi, elbows resting on the cobblestone. As Harold gets ready Tamika and Meghan are stnading way off screen and out of view are leaning against the house watching. Tamika hasn’t been able to take her eyes off Victoria. This was the first time she had gotten to spend any real time with her and something wasn’t right. She leans her towards Meghan speaking ever so quietly. ]
Where is dad, Megz?
I think he’s with Aunt Vanessa up at the main house.
[ Tamika squeezes her sisters shoulder and heads back into the Whitehouse as Maxine called it and she doesn’t give it much thought as Tamika and their father were closer then she was with him. She was more focused on watching Max make her first solo promo video. Harold holds up his hand does a count down and gives her a finger pistol letting her know she’s on.]
Hey there Alphra Pro Wrestling Universe! It is a I, the best damn French Canadian to ever grace your telelvison screens! Or is it smart phones now? Tablets? iWatches?
[ Max looks over at her lady with a quizzical look. Victoria shrugs. ]
Well either way Hi Everybody!
[ A very obvious over dubbed “Hi Dr. Nick” in Max’s voice spills through the speakers of whatever device you are using to watch this. The Chaotic One can’t help but chuckle. ]
So this is my very first time doing one of these promo spots for a singles match! So they always say picture the people in their underwear so you won’t be nervous but you haven’t seen Harold in his Euro speedo so I decided to do the reverse and show you me in a swimsuit!
But that’s not your underwear.
[ Max raises her eyebrows as she responds. ]
Well you of all people should know I don’t own underwear. So I’d be naked. Do you really want the APW to see that?
Well...
[ Max smirks with a chuckle. She shakes her head and looks back to the APW Universe. ]
So now that we’ve become a bit more intimate lets get right down to it. I need to throw a apology out there to the cFh fans for not holding up our end of the bargain and overcoming The Puny Humans. Trust me we needed a shower too. I mean I had that Freddy Mercury looking dude on top of me for three seconds and has a musk like you wouldn’t believe! Reminds of the dairy farms from back home in Marieville. Oh, that also reminds me! My opponent this week is LA Johnny Stylez. Newest member of the Bloodline. Which I am 97.8 percent sure is based upon my menstrual cycle.
Babe, it isn’t.
Pretty sure it is.
No babe. However I did hear his own mother slapped the Stork that delivered him.
Don’t let facts get in the way of my argument, its not nice. Also I don’t think you understand where babies come from, Ponytail. Damnit where are my meds?! Right, Stylez! So now that you have joined the Wednesday Night Rejects on TNT in worshiping my third week of the month, well it used to be the last week but me and Meghan synced up- - -
Max.
What?
[ Ponytail tilts her head to the side looking Max in the eye and smiles at her and subtly shakes her head. ]
Righty right right... sorry I don’t have me rittolin so I can’t stop me fiddlin.
[ The Little Ball of Chaos slaps both her cheeks with both hands and whispers under her breath “focus, focus” and winks at us viewers. ]
So Johnny, we signed our contracts not more than ten days apart and we’ve taken pretty different paths but I guess they also have some similarity. We both won through teamwork in our first matches. You know me and Meghan beating out a Stamford, Connecticut man’s worst nightmare of a duo and you “beat” Jason Ryan. I airquote “beat” because one has to wonder if this wasn’t all a work from the beginning. Then in no surprise to anyone with eyes you lost to a superior talent to yourself in El Muertos the following week. Now, neither Victoria or me could actually sit through one of your promos or anything you do as you seem to be on crack not marajawatchy with your weird ass got a minute punchline and rambling on like the crazy person that every city has around the world the citizens can name. I mean fuck, Ike Turner had a better punchline, just ask Tina.
Babe.
What? Too soon?
Inappropriate and a really old reference that he won’t understand.
Tomato, domestic violence.
[ Victoria does her best to hold back a chuckle as Max goes on with her rant. ]
Either way, both show us why we as human beings are the worst of all the earths creatures. Anyhoo, after you got your ass pinned by El Muertos you go and team up with him for a match at Battlecade, he gets you a win and then you feed it to him like Tamika’s elbows fed Lex’s face. Boom, newest member unveiled. Cowgirls took it to the Architects two on three. You “big men” made it a three on one. Now my tag partner finds Ryan amusing but it says a lot about who you are as wrestler teaming up with a dude that has nothing better to do then spend his days on Twitter talking about how great he is and how great his straight to DVD movies are! They are not even blu ray! Sharknado 15 is even on Blu Ray bruh!
[ She shakes her head. ]
However that kind of thing seems to fit your MO. Week after week you have made a fool of yourself with your dumbass 4:20 talk, jokes that are only funny to you so it only makes sense you would align yourself with the lowercard, which is a shame to the lower card workers that get the fans worked up for the show, like Smith Jones and The Situation.
[ A quick wink to The Architects. ]
Speaking of Mr. Jones that brings me to another point, Stlyes and the point is the difference between you, me, Wednesday Night Rejects on TNT and the Cowgirls From Hell. When we signed our contracts we wanted to make a mark and as everyone in The Strader, Kalis and Kelser family told me was you find the biggest baddest dog in the yard and you show them their time on top is winding down. Not to disregard the talent that is that Latin Deadman but no one cared except maybe El Muertos himself.
So while you and your little reject buddies spend your days on social media ranting and raving about hollywood, its 4:19 can you spare a minute, soak me up (psssssss use a maxi-pad) and all the other odd things you spout off about I’m going to begin paving my path to not just one day of the tag team titles with Meghan or Tamika but to my own singles glory under the Cowgirls banner. Which unlike yours, ours actually means something.
Now one thing is for sure is I’m no fool, I’m not going to underestimate the possibility of you pulling off a upset whether it be by pure miracle or the interference of those TNT Dumbass friends of yours but I’m not going to underestimate my abilities to kick your ass either. This Monday not will I only make my singles debut on the professional stage with my fine piece of Ponytail at my side but I’m also going to beat you 1-2-3 right in the middle of the ring.
Maybe, just maybe, then you’ll wake up and realize that nonsense you spout week after week doesn’t hide the fact you have a undeserved over inflated ego. Monday Night you’ll meet That Little Ball of Chaos known as ‘Mad Max’ Maxine Riggs and you’ll understand exactly why Meghan and Tamika have me representing the baddest of the badass bitches in APW and all of professional wrestling...
[ Max stops and lifting her right forearm to lean her head onto her fist as she begins to bring her random promotional video to a end. ]
Now people probably expect me to say we are taking over this town, shhh do you hear that etcetera but this isn’t a Cowgirls match. It’s a Chaotic one. Bring everything you got, maybe don’t smoke the joint, Fry-Bag, and maybe you can learn a little something about Order and Chaos...
It doesn’t matter which way you look at it, they are both fundamentally the same: You are either in control or just think you are. I’m the Chaotic One for a reason. Catch you on the flip flop, Malaka. Remember... No Tickee, no laundry.
[ Harold with his brilliant editing skills fades the scene out on Maxine’s chaotic smirk with a slow and steady zoom in that turns into a drawing of a cross hand Devil Horned salute from Mad Max. ]
House One Strader Ranch
[ Even though the show has ended for now for us the fans it doesn’t mean the lives on the Strader Ranch save their game and put their Playstation into Rest Mode, it continues on. Tamika is at the main house sitting with her Aunt Vanessa and her old man Scott Nash Strader. Tamika’s right hand sits on the arm rest of the white couch in the living area as she sits with her aunt talking to her dad. ]
Dad you know I’ve always loved you and have looked pass your past transgressions so is there something you want to tell me about Maxine’s girlfriend?
[ Scott shifts in his chair looking across at his daughter and sister. ]
Well that’s something I don’t think I can answer. What about her? She seems like a good kid.
Oh I don’t know, the fact she has the same eyes as me and Aunt Vanessa for one. Two things are evidently true when it comes to us. We either have pale green eyes or icy blue like you and Megz. Do we have another sister? Do we belong on Jerry Springer or on Days of Our Lives?
Have you ever thought of a vasectomy dear brother?
[ Scott shoots a look at his sister and then looks to his youngest daughter. ]
No, I don’t have any secret kids out there and yes I had one years ago. There isn’t anymore heirs to the family.
Then why does she look like she could be one of us?
Well your grandfather got around, right Ness?
I think Ryan and Vicca are examples of just that.
[ Vicca Li had unfortunately died in a car accident due to Meghan’s brother in law Nathan Kelser although it could never be proven in a court of law. Anytime her name was mentioned it was always visibly upsetting for the siblings of Scott, Ryan, Vanessa, Payton and Kaleb. Yes this family is ridiculously huge; afterall everything is bigger in Texas. ]
I’m going to keep this to myself for now but something is up with that girl and I am going to figure out what is.
[ Tamika gets up says her goodbyes with a kiss to each cheek of her aunt and the same to her father. When Vanessa hears the door close she looks over at her big brother, right eyebrow raised and the family sneer. ]
Don’t look at me like that. I swear I’m not the girls father! I swear on my grandson!
[ Vanessa nods and looks at her empty martini glass and gets up to go make on in the other room leaving Scott sitting there by himself. He lets out a sigh. ]
Grandfather on the other hand
[ Scott gets up and leaves the room as Tamika steps into the doorway with a look of shock on her face. ]
