Post by Tamika Strader on Jan 15, 2022 2:39:43 GMT -5
Meghan Strader felt uneasy down in Florida by herself. Her whole career she had her baby sister Tamika Strader with her, but they retired back before OCW had purged the roster, on top of the wrestling world as Revolution1 Wrestling Tag Team Champions.
Meghan had been settling into the role of manager for Victoria Strader-Knox and all was good.
It definitely wasn’t.
Meghan sat waiting for some guy named Emilio to show her the setup of Outsiders Championship Wrestling that took place between 3 backyards. The company, if you could even call it that, definitely fell under the same category as back alley vasectomies and abortions where the doctor is a Shop-Vac with a clothes hanger as its assistant.
All of this was happening because Meghan’s daughter, the current Trans-Atlantic Champion Veronica Strader, had been taken over by an affliction that ran through the blood of Matthew Knox. OCW wasn’t new to that affliction as Supreme Machine was an undefeated legend in these parts but Veronica was making her own mark.
Harold, Veronica’s personal cameraperson, made the request to film Meghan’s small promo for old times sake. He hugged Meghan when he met her outback of Emilio’s houses that comprised the dirty setup of the Outsiders. She gives him a kiss on the forehead making him blush.
“It’s good to see you Mrs. Kelser, it’s been a long time since I filmed a promo for you,” he remarked with his pearly white denture smile. He used to be a meth head, and it had taken his originals.
“You too, Harold. It’s not gonna be your typical promo. We better get rolling, don’t want your boss to get too mad at you,” she said to him, even though Veronica was quite fond of the opiate-addicted hooker aficionado.
Harold nods and starts to film his former employer who was dressed in black boots, black leather pants and sporting a purple tank top that has her daughter’s name across the chest. Wearing official OCW merchandise.
“I retired from the sport that has given me so much a few months ago back in 2021. Retired on top, as a tag team champion with my baby sister, and found a new profession in the sport I hold dear as my daughter Victoria’s manager. I had started to notice a change in her but everyone told me to relax but I should’ve listened to my gut.”
“I’m not looking to win a contract. I just want to talk to my firstborn. To reach inside Veronica and find Victoria again. My sweetness, I love you. I will do whatever it takes to reach you, even if it means walking into a disgusting backyard, in a ring that couldn’t hold the weight of Supreme Machine. I have done everything I ever wanted to do in life, but I can’t do it without you. Come back to me, to your family. I love you, Victoria Strader.”
She doesn’t even sneer, she just places her right hand over her heart.
Meghan had been settling into the role of manager for Victoria Strader-Knox and all was good.
It definitely wasn’t.
Meghan sat waiting for some guy named Emilio to show her the setup of Outsiders Championship Wrestling that took place between 3 backyards. The company, if you could even call it that, definitely fell under the same category as back alley vasectomies and abortions where the doctor is a Shop-Vac with a clothes hanger as its assistant.
All of this was happening because Meghan’s daughter, the current Trans-Atlantic Champion Veronica Strader, had been taken over by an affliction that ran through the blood of Matthew Knox. OCW wasn’t new to that affliction as Supreme Machine was an undefeated legend in these parts but Veronica was making her own mark.
Harold, Veronica’s personal cameraperson, made the request to film Meghan’s small promo for old times sake. He hugged Meghan when he met her outback of Emilio’s houses that comprised the dirty setup of the Outsiders. She gives him a kiss on the forehead making him blush.
“It’s good to see you Mrs. Kelser, it’s been a long time since I filmed a promo for you,” he remarked with his pearly white denture smile. He used to be a meth head, and it had taken his originals.
“You too, Harold. It’s not gonna be your typical promo. We better get rolling, don’t want your boss to get too mad at you,” she said to him, even though Veronica was quite fond of the opiate-addicted hooker aficionado.
Harold nods and starts to film his former employer who was dressed in black boots, black leather pants and sporting a purple tank top that has her daughter’s name across the chest. Wearing official OCW merchandise.
“I retired from the sport that has given me so much a few months ago back in 2021. Retired on top, as a tag team champion with my baby sister, and found a new profession in the sport I hold dear as my daughter Victoria’s manager. I had started to notice a change in her but everyone told me to relax but I should’ve listened to my gut.”
“I’m not looking to win a contract. I just want to talk to my firstborn. To reach inside Veronica and find Victoria again. My sweetness, I love you. I will do whatever it takes to reach you, even if it means walking into a disgusting backyard, in a ring that couldn’t hold the weight of Supreme Machine. I have done everything I ever wanted to do in life, but I can’t do it without you. Come back to me, to your family. I love you, Victoria Strader.”
She doesn’t even sneer, she just places her right hand over her heart.
