Post by Dre on Apr 24, 2020 9:42:20 GMT -5
Whitehouse Strader Ranch
Houston, Texas
April 22nd, 2020
[ Meghan Kelser had spent most of her career by her maiden name Meghan Nash Strader but once she married Dustin Kelser who was once known to the wrestling world as Thunderwolf she wanted to honour her husband by taking his last name in and out of the ring but it didn’t change who she was and is: a badass mouthy bitch. Although it may not look like that as she sits on the floor in the living room of her home on the Strader Ranch with her twin children Clay and Lizzie. They are cooing happily as she tickles their bellies and gives them raspberries. Unbeknownst to her Dustin was watching her interact with their children. There were many different reasons he fell in love with the oldest child of the legend that is Scott Nash Strader but watching her with their children made his heart warm and that is needed during the crisis that is Covid-19. Moments of love and warmth in a world full hate coldness and hate She isn’t shocked by his sudden presence when he sits down beside her leaning in giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiles at him as he picks up Lizzie and she, in turn, picks up Clay. ]
How are you feeling babe? Are you ready for the pay per view?
I’m good darlin, I’m as ready as I can be. It’s exciting to be on the show in the family's hometown. I love performing in front of hometown fans whether it’s in London at Budweiser Garden or the Astrodome here in Houston.
Your aunt Vanessa was telling me that management brought the hammer down on you, Tamika and Maxine... what happened?
[ She sighs as she nods. ]
Yeah those crybabies on the announce table complained we were overtaking their duties one match a night so head office told us in not so many words that we aren't to do it again.
That’s a shame, Max was hilarious and the fans at home really seemed to enjoy it.
Yes it helped Max get noticed and I was able to get her in somewhere away from the Architect war fallout that will come. If that’s the way they want it they can have it as I have only have one focus moving forward and that’s to show APW why the Cowgirls are the money to this company and the Architects are just a place holder.
Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you get worked up?
[ Her attitude goes from slightly angry to hey good looking fairly quickly. ]
Oh yeah?
[ Wolf nods and smiles as they lean in to kiss as their children look up at their parents and then to each other with a coo. ]
Somewhere between Galveston and Houston
Texas
April 24th, 2020
[ Meghan Kelser sits on the hood of her cherry-red 1970 Pontiac Firebird Formula 400 series out somewhere in the middle of the Texas Desert all alone with her thoughts. It’s 30 minutes from sundown so it’s starting to cool down in the desert and the orange and pink sky bounces nicely off the car and the Cowgirl herself. She leans back on her palms behind her back right up by the windshield with her legs straight out down the length of the hood. Black boots, blue jeans, red cFh t-shirt barely visible under her blue denim jacket, and her long black hair blowing ever so lightly with the soft wind. Looking over her right shoulder, eyes pointed down she breaks the silence. ]
You know, I came into this business at the tender age of 14 and not by choice. My diehard fans remember where I came from, sometimes maybe more than me because I have moved past that part of my life. However maybe it’s just time to readdress it all again in order to prove the point I am going to make at Gods of Wrestling.
[ She moves her head forward but her head is still down slightly to the right. ]
A madman who went by the name Sparkplug had felt disrespected by my father and his best friend at the time in a long-gone company called International Wrestling Federation or IWF, where he decided to make good on that one. Hand is his so-called receipt on to them. That receipt... that was me. It was late November 1999, I was 14 like I said before, and my whole life was ahead of me. I always figured I would end up in the wrestling business but the universe has her own sense of humour doesn’t she? I think you may know that Smitty because I can see you are a survivor in some form of this business behind the mask of fraud you wear.
[ She flashes her eyes up for a few seconds before resuming the position. ]
My kidnapping was televised for months until Sparkplug agreed to come out and wrestle my dad for my freedom and if he won he would win the World title. Pretty sick huh? Not even realizing he’d go to jail right after.
[ She pauses in thought and we see a very soft chuckle and smirk as she scoffs quietly. ]
Long story short I was put in a little cage on top of a cage which is much like the one we are wrestling in this Monday with a roof and no doors and all around the ring with no floor space. Above me in the little kennel sized cage hung my dad's IWF World Title and the keys to the cage I was locked in. The idea of how to win should be fairly obvious. My old man was able to win that match thankfully, literally tearing through the cage to get out then climb up it to rip the the small roof to get me out of the ring. He put me in his arms and got me out there. The funny part was we later found out the key didn’t fit the lock.
[ Meghan slides down the hood until her cowgirl boots dangle off the iconic Firebird grill. She looks right at us or more precisely, Smith Jones. ]
This is nothing new for anyone that has been paying attention throughout the career of the Strader family... I know this but what I’m going to reveal next is something that only a handful of people know... While I was held against my will as a young girl that sack of trash took my innocence and raped me... all because of a man not getting his shot at the World title.
[ With a deep breath and exhale she continues on. ]
While he took my ability to have a more normal teenage memory of losing my innocence he also took the one thing I should’ve been able to share with Dustin when our twins were born last Thanksgiving and that was being able to be have MY first child with a man I loved instead that honour goes to the man who I hated more than life itself. At the time my old man and I didn’t know we were apart of the wrestling dynasty that is the Strader’s as my dad was adopted. I mean fuck I had just found out Scott fucking Nash was my dad and we weren’t exactly the richest family so on August 24th of 2000 I gave birth to such a beautiful little girl and made the hardest decision I know I will EVER have to make and gave her up for adoption. I wasn’t about to bring my child into a biker family.
[ Her dad the legendary SNS as he was dubbed was also an outlaw biker. He was originally apart of the Rock Machine MC out of Quebec before they were patched over by the Bandido’s. Scott got out of Ontario Canada Chapter rather quickly as he transferred to the than mother chapter in Washington State and is a current member to this day but is now out of Texas as the National Sgt At Arms. ]
Why am I telling you something so very personal on such a large medium? It’s quite simple. I knew the instant I laid eyes on the arrogantly named Architect’s I could see all three of you were excellent talents but are the type to think you are better than everyone else around you especially to those that you didn’t think brought honour to this sport. You even sent a little response tweet to me about I am everything that is wrong with wrestling. What I'm actually am is living proof of the good that came out of the absolute worst of wrestling. You made a snap judgment about me when I had been watching who you really are. I’ve also been dealt pretty shitty hands in this business.
We thought my uncle Kaleb was killed when my husband's older half brother Nathan ran him over in a Peterbilt while he was in an ambulance. I lost my Aunt Vicca Li to a drive-by shooting to the evil Masters of Armageddon. I had to watch my baby sister on her wedding day watch our father lose both his kneecaps and her new husband become comatose in front of her very eyes because of the aforementioned evil. I don’t even know my oldest child because of this business.You don't get to decide what I am to this sport or what this sport is to me.
Why do I do this? That’s a fantastic fucking question isn't it? On the side, I’m the CEO of Hip Hop label based out of St. Louis, Missouri. I’m involved in the green energy movement in North America. I collect classic cars like my Queen right here and Harley Davidson’s that Max keeps trying to tag. I am a mother to twins which consumes a lot of my time. I’m a wife to a man that could make you look like a member of Max’s Menstrual Cycle and makes me feel like a schoolgirl every time he flashes his smile at me.
[ Even after negotiating a deal elsewhere for Max because she didn’t want her young career to be derailed by the actions of cFh she won’t let people forget her either. ]
I do this because of wrestlers like you. The ones who take for granted the good times this sport can give you and be arrogant enough to believe you are be all and end-all. Don’t try and lie to me and the fans watching at home... I know that loss at Battlecade is driving you fucking nuts. You went from requesting time off to take on the rookie Matthews to show how big your dick is when you should've just bought a new private jet to feel better. You added a meaningless word “Classic” to precede your name. You and Damon are at odds. He thinks he’s the king, you think you’re the king. You even passively-aggressively posted some stupid poll on what title you were going to go which was you put another Architect on notice because you are afraid Damon will silence you again... oh just think how much it could sting if he loses to Aquarius. A guy who’s last match was a month before this past Metal to a chick crazier than Max and it wasn’t to his well fortune.
[ A small hop she is now up and standing with her arms crossed. ]
The point I’m making is you all are going to implode in time but I just felt like speeding up the process. Unlike you, I sat back and watered the seeds of the disenchantment in the so-called “Architects” of wrestling. The cracks are showing Smitty my boy, and you damn well know it. I wish I could take full credit for that but really it was all your own undoing. Do you know what you three are? Two men who keep another talented man down just to make sure you two don't have a real confrontation for the reign as King. How do I figure? You have Damon around because it reminds you of who you once were and he has you around because you are some type of proverbial measuring stick that makes him feel good about the fact he finally could claim victory over the man who made him who he is while the both of you have Lex around as the calming voice. Where has Lex been? Up until Monday he was pretty fucking quiet wasn't he... same with Mr. World Champion. You are bleeding internally and it will catch up with you three assholes.
The difference between you three and the Cowgirls is that we are all on the same page. We all have the same goal and that’s too out you as the frauds you all are. Hell, you couldn't figure out the game I was playing with you on Twitter. You taught me all your little triggers. You showed me your overconfidence is your glaring flaw. You’ll probably never admit I’m right and I’m ok with that because this isn’t a lesson one can teach over a couple of months.
This sort of thing takes time, especially with men like you. Men who need to be humbled. The Architects aren’t going to come out whole after the granddaddy of them all, Jones. You know it, Damon knows it, Lex knows and I’m going to part of that reason. You misread the attentions of the spur wearing “bull dykes” or whatever it was Damon felt the need to call us. See that’s how you know you are winning when the response is to belittle those that are challenging you. You are afraid of the cage that some think is a Hell in a Cell and you should be.
It’s apparent some people think, including you, that this ends at Gods of Wrestling...
[ A scoff that is followed by the trademark sneer. ]
... It’s only the beginning.
[ Meghan walks over to her car door and as she opens it she stops and turns back to us one last time. ]
Shhh... do you hear that?
[ The Sound of hoof beats fills our speakers as the scene fades on the sneering face of Meghan Kelser. ]
Interstate 45
Texas, USA
April 23rd, 2020
[ Meghan felt good about her promo for the upcoming pay per view even with all the personal things she admitted for the first time. Not surprised to see calling was her baby sister as 'She's Got Balls' ringtone plays. Even though this is a classic car the Cowgirl leader had made it hands-free and hits a button on the updated Boise stereo system answering the call. ]
Hey Meeks.
Megz.. Are you ok?
I take it you saw the video I uploaded for Gods of Wrestling... was it good?
Yeah but quite revealing. I wish I didn’t find out this way is all.
Oh don’t give me that Meeks, I know pops told you a little while back.
[ Silence ]
I’m not mad Meeks and I know what you have been up too. You can put your investigation to an end because I know who Victoria is.
Of course you do. Talk when you get home?
Of course. I love you Tamika.
I love you too.
[ Meghan ends the call and stares at the road intently for a moment before turning on the radio and Nothing Else Matters by Metallica fills her ears as she makes her way down the deserted Interstate. Luckily for her, she has another 40 miles to figure out of what she’s gonna tell Max as she knows she’ll eventually put two and two together. ]
Houston, Texas
April 22nd, 2020
[ Meghan Kelser had spent most of her career by her maiden name Meghan Nash Strader but once she married Dustin Kelser who was once known to the wrestling world as Thunderwolf she wanted to honour her husband by taking his last name in and out of the ring but it didn’t change who she was and is: a badass mouthy bitch. Although it may not look like that as she sits on the floor in the living room of her home on the Strader Ranch with her twin children Clay and Lizzie. They are cooing happily as she tickles their bellies and gives them raspberries. Unbeknownst to her Dustin was watching her interact with their children. There were many different reasons he fell in love with the oldest child of the legend that is Scott Nash Strader but watching her with their children made his heart warm and that is needed during the crisis that is Covid-19. Moments of love and warmth in a world full hate coldness and hate She isn’t shocked by his sudden presence when he sits down beside her leaning in giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiles at him as he picks up Lizzie and she, in turn, picks up Clay. ]
How are you feeling babe? Are you ready for the pay per view?
I’m good darlin, I’m as ready as I can be. It’s exciting to be on the show in the family's hometown. I love performing in front of hometown fans whether it’s in London at Budweiser Garden or the Astrodome here in Houston.
Your aunt Vanessa was telling me that management brought the hammer down on you, Tamika and Maxine... what happened?
[ She sighs as she nods. ]
Yeah those crybabies on the announce table complained we were overtaking their duties one match a night so head office told us in not so many words that we aren't to do it again.
That’s a shame, Max was hilarious and the fans at home really seemed to enjoy it.
Yes it helped Max get noticed and I was able to get her in somewhere away from the Architect war fallout that will come. If that’s the way they want it they can have it as I have only have one focus moving forward and that’s to show APW why the Cowgirls are the money to this company and the Architects are just a place holder.
Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you get worked up?
[ Her attitude goes from slightly angry to hey good looking fairly quickly. ]
Oh yeah?
[ Wolf nods and smiles as they lean in to kiss as their children look up at their parents and then to each other with a coo. ]
Somewhere between Galveston and Houston
Texas
April 24th, 2020
[ Meghan Kelser sits on the hood of her cherry-red 1970 Pontiac Firebird Formula 400 series out somewhere in the middle of the Texas Desert all alone with her thoughts. It’s 30 minutes from sundown so it’s starting to cool down in the desert and the orange and pink sky bounces nicely off the car and the Cowgirl herself. She leans back on her palms behind her back right up by the windshield with her legs straight out down the length of the hood. Black boots, blue jeans, red cFh t-shirt barely visible under her blue denim jacket, and her long black hair blowing ever so lightly with the soft wind. Looking over her right shoulder, eyes pointed down she breaks the silence. ]
You know, I came into this business at the tender age of 14 and not by choice. My diehard fans remember where I came from, sometimes maybe more than me because I have moved past that part of my life. However maybe it’s just time to readdress it all again in order to prove the point I am going to make at Gods of Wrestling.
[ She moves her head forward but her head is still down slightly to the right. ]
A madman who went by the name Sparkplug had felt disrespected by my father and his best friend at the time in a long-gone company called International Wrestling Federation or IWF, where he decided to make good on that one. Hand is his so-called receipt on to them. That receipt... that was me. It was late November 1999, I was 14 like I said before, and my whole life was ahead of me. I always figured I would end up in the wrestling business but the universe has her own sense of humour doesn’t she? I think you may know that Smitty because I can see you are a survivor in some form of this business behind the mask of fraud you wear.
[ She flashes her eyes up for a few seconds before resuming the position. ]
My kidnapping was televised for months until Sparkplug agreed to come out and wrestle my dad for my freedom and if he won he would win the World title. Pretty sick huh? Not even realizing he’d go to jail right after.
[ She pauses in thought and we see a very soft chuckle and smirk as she scoffs quietly. ]
Long story short I was put in a little cage on top of a cage which is much like the one we are wrestling in this Monday with a roof and no doors and all around the ring with no floor space. Above me in the little kennel sized cage hung my dad's IWF World Title and the keys to the cage I was locked in. The idea of how to win should be fairly obvious. My old man was able to win that match thankfully, literally tearing through the cage to get out then climb up it to rip the the small roof to get me out of the ring. He put me in his arms and got me out there. The funny part was we later found out the key didn’t fit the lock.
[ Meghan slides down the hood until her cowgirl boots dangle off the iconic Firebird grill. She looks right at us or more precisely, Smith Jones. ]
This is nothing new for anyone that has been paying attention throughout the career of the Strader family... I know this but what I’m going to reveal next is something that only a handful of people know... While I was held against my will as a young girl that sack of trash took my innocence and raped me... all because of a man not getting his shot at the World title.
[ With a deep breath and exhale she continues on. ]
While he took my ability to have a more normal teenage memory of losing my innocence he also took the one thing I should’ve been able to share with Dustin when our twins were born last Thanksgiving and that was being able to be have MY first child with a man I loved instead that honour goes to the man who I hated more than life itself. At the time my old man and I didn’t know we were apart of the wrestling dynasty that is the Strader’s as my dad was adopted. I mean fuck I had just found out Scott fucking Nash was my dad and we weren’t exactly the richest family so on August 24th of 2000 I gave birth to such a beautiful little girl and made the hardest decision I know I will EVER have to make and gave her up for adoption. I wasn’t about to bring my child into a biker family.
[ Her dad the legendary SNS as he was dubbed was also an outlaw biker. He was originally apart of the Rock Machine MC out of Quebec before they were patched over by the Bandido’s. Scott got out of Ontario Canada Chapter rather quickly as he transferred to the than mother chapter in Washington State and is a current member to this day but is now out of Texas as the National Sgt At Arms. ]
Why am I telling you something so very personal on such a large medium? It’s quite simple. I knew the instant I laid eyes on the arrogantly named Architect’s I could see all three of you were excellent talents but are the type to think you are better than everyone else around you especially to those that you didn’t think brought honour to this sport. You even sent a little response tweet to me about I am everything that is wrong with wrestling. What I'm actually am is living proof of the good that came out of the absolute worst of wrestling. You made a snap judgment about me when I had been watching who you really are. I’ve also been dealt pretty shitty hands in this business.
We thought my uncle Kaleb was killed when my husband's older half brother Nathan ran him over in a Peterbilt while he was in an ambulance. I lost my Aunt Vicca Li to a drive-by shooting to the evil Masters of Armageddon. I had to watch my baby sister on her wedding day watch our father lose both his kneecaps and her new husband become comatose in front of her very eyes because of the aforementioned evil. I don’t even know my oldest child because of this business.You don't get to decide what I am to this sport or what this sport is to me.
Why do I do this? That’s a fantastic fucking question isn't it? On the side, I’m the CEO of Hip Hop label based out of St. Louis, Missouri. I’m involved in the green energy movement in North America. I collect classic cars like my Queen right here and Harley Davidson’s that Max keeps trying to tag. I am a mother to twins which consumes a lot of my time. I’m a wife to a man that could make you look like a member of Max’s Menstrual Cycle and makes me feel like a schoolgirl every time he flashes his smile at me.
[ Even after negotiating a deal elsewhere for Max because she didn’t want her young career to be derailed by the actions of cFh she won’t let people forget her either. ]
I do this because of wrestlers like you. The ones who take for granted the good times this sport can give you and be arrogant enough to believe you are be all and end-all. Don’t try and lie to me and the fans watching at home... I know that loss at Battlecade is driving you fucking nuts. You went from requesting time off to take on the rookie Matthews to show how big your dick is when you should've just bought a new private jet to feel better. You added a meaningless word “Classic” to precede your name. You and Damon are at odds. He thinks he’s the king, you think you’re the king. You even passively-aggressively posted some stupid poll on what title you were going to go which was you put another Architect on notice because you are afraid Damon will silence you again... oh just think how much it could sting if he loses to Aquarius. A guy who’s last match was a month before this past Metal to a chick crazier than Max and it wasn’t to his well fortune.
[ A small hop she is now up and standing with her arms crossed. ]
The point I’m making is you all are going to implode in time but I just felt like speeding up the process. Unlike you, I sat back and watered the seeds of the disenchantment in the so-called “Architects” of wrestling. The cracks are showing Smitty my boy, and you damn well know it. I wish I could take full credit for that but really it was all your own undoing. Do you know what you three are? Two men who keep another talented man down just to make sure you two don't have a real confrontation for the reign as King. How do I figure? You have Damon around because it reminds you of who you once were and he has you around because you are some type of proverbial measuring stick that makes him feel good about the fact he finally could claim victory over the man who made him who he is while the both of you have Lex around as the calming voice. Where has Lex been? Up until Monday he was pretty fucking quiet wasn't he... same with Mr. World Champion. You are bleeding internally and it will catch up with you three assholes.
The difference between you three and the Cowgirls is that we are all on the same page. We all have the same goal and that’s too out you as the frauds you all are. Hell, you couldn't figure out the game I was playing with you on Twitter. You taught me all your little triggers. You showed me your overconfidence is your glaring flaw. You’ll probably never admit I’m right and I’m ok with that because this isn’t a lesson one can teach over a couple of months.
This sort of thing takes time, especially with men like you. Men who need to be humbled. The Architects aren’t going to come out whole after the granddaddy of them all, Jones. You know it, Damon knows it, Lex knows and I’m going to part of that reason. You misread the attentions of the spur wearing “bull dykes” or whatever it was Damon felt the need to call us. See that’s how you know you are winning when the response is to belittle those that are challenging you. You are afraid of the cage that some think is a Hell in a Cell and you should be.
It’s apparent some people think, including you, that this ends at Gods of Wrestling...
[ A scoff that is followed by the trademark sneer. ]
... It’s only the beginning.
[ Meghan walks over to her car door and as she opens it she stops and turns back to us one last time. ]
Shhh... do you hear that?
[ The Sound of hoof beats fills our speakers as the scene fades on the sneering face of Meghan Kelser. ]
Interstate 45
Texas, USA
April 23rd, 2020
[ Meghan felt good about her promo for the upcoming pay per view even with all the personal things she admitted for the first time. Not surprised to see calling was her baby sister as 'She's Got Balls' ringtone plays. Even though this is a classic car the Cowgirl leader had made it hands-free and hits a button on the updated Boise stereo system answering the call. ]
Hey Meeks.
Megz.. Are you ok?
I take it you saw the video I uploaded for Gods of Wrestling... was it good?
Yeah but quite revealing. I wish I didn’t find out this way is all.
Oh don’t give me that Meeks, I know pops told you a little while back.
[ Silence ]
I’m not mad Meeks and I know what you have been up too. You can put your investigation to an end because I know who Victoria is.
Of course you do. Talk when you get home?
Of course. I love you Tamika.
I love you too.
[ Meghan ends the call and stares at the road intently for a moment before turning on the radio and Nothing Else Matters by Metallica fills her ears as she makes her way down the deserted Interstate. Luckily for her, she has another 40 miles to figure out of what she’s gonna tell Max as she knows she’ll eventually put two and two together. ]
