Post by Tamika Strader on Feb 17, 2022 21:59:56 GMT -5
Meghan Strader’s Ranch
Strader Estate-Compound
Houston, Texas
January 29th, 2022
Cara Strader sat on the edge of the king-size bed in the bedroom at the back of the ranch-style homestead that her ‘mamabear’ had relinquished as it was just easier for her to get around avoiding stars as much as possible. She had started walking again with the aid of crutches, and her right arm that fractured so bad the bone that broke through the skin was now in a soft cast which made daily tasks like showering, for example, a lot easier, but she had mastered the art of one hand joint-rolling in the meantime. She managed to pull on her favourite pair of LuLuLemon yoga pants and an old school Cowgirls From Hell t-shirt, which was a pretty big win for her as her mom had been helping her with a lot of that. She was healing quicker than the average human being, physically anyway, but it wasn’t fast enough in her mind. She grabs her crutches but decides to try out just using one and leans the other one against the end of the bed. She walks out of her room, making a left, and comes from the side of the stairs leading upstairs where Meghan and Dustin’s bedroom was and Meghan’s office. Her ‘mamabear’ and Auntie ‘Teebag’ are sitting at the table, but it’s the man with his back to her that gets her excited as she sees the top rocker of the kutte he is wearing. It reads ‘Brothers of Mayhem’. Tamika is the first to notice Cara with the biggest smile on her face.
“Hey Johnny, you have a fan.”
“What?” he asks, confused.
“EEEEEE UNCZ!”
John turns around to see his gimpy niece hobbling forward as fast she can, but before he can stand up, she has plopped down on his left knee and gives him a tight hug followed by a kiss on the cheek.
“Haha, hey, kiddo. It’s nice to see you too,” he replies, returning her kiss to her cheek. She puts her right arm around his neck. Meghan notices her smile, as she hasn’t seen it that big in a long time. She shares a look with Tamika, and her baby sister winks at her and places her right hand on Meghan’s left.
“It’s soooooo good to see you! I haven’t seen you since you rescued me from the basement back home in London. Mamabear, you didn’t tell me Uncle John was coming over!” she exclaims, looking over to her mom. Meghan tilts her head slightly and smiles.
“I didn’t know, Carebear. I only know Uncle John is coming when I hear his Panhead roar down the lane,” she replies with a chuckle.
“Let me guess the topic of the conversation: is it my “older” sister?” she says, quickly turning to wink at John. Tamika was born just before midnight on the 20th of March with him just a few minutes later on the 21st. Victoria used to say she was older like Tamika does with her twin brother.
Tamika looks to the left and right with just her eyes and grins wide as Meghan laughs.
“Oh, this never gets old, haha.”
“Hey now, let’s not start that shit again, alright? Damn kid, why ya gotta do me dirty like that, huh? Is it ‘cause I haven’t come to visit you?”
“Damn right! That was just rude! But it’s ok; I can forgive you. Just send me some God’s Green Crack from that dispensary mama told me you bought into!” she replies with a smile. John loved his niece for her light-hearted way of easing tension or making him smile when he needed it or anyone else she loved for that matter.
Meghan sighed after a few seconds at the thought of her firstborn being trapped in her own body.
“Yes, baby, we are. We are trying to figure out how we can get her to trust Auntie Tee and me. Fighting fire with fire is not how we are gonna help your sister,” Meghan replied. Her tone had been in a constant form of concern since last year, and Cara was starting to forget how her mom used to be.
“There is only one way you two can even dream of getting close to her, and that’s- - -”
“You need to come out of retirement and get signed by OCW,” Cara says, interrupting her uncle, but the MC President doesn’t flinch and directs his right hand to his niece in agreement. Tamika leans forward, grabbing onto a mug of coffee, and lifts it for a sip before speaking.
“What about Marcus Welsh and Gregory Poblano?” she says, leaning back slightly. She crosses her arms across her chest, continuing, “I saw on the card that if Mike Zybala wins his match against BRIM, he takes back ownership. From what I have seen, Zybala likes Welsh and probably won’t remove him as the GM, so we offer to help bankroll them? Should also start to bridge some trust between Veronica and us helping OCW survive a financial crisis.”
Meghan’s brow lifts slightly as her icy eyes look down in thought with a slight nod.
“Worst comes too worst, and maybe I talk to Zybala at this gross match I am in for Outsiders. And if BRIM wins?”
Tamika shrugs from her leaned back position.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” she says, looking over at her big sister. Meghan slowly turns her head to look at her.
“Yeah, alright.”
“Ahem, ladies,” John says loudly to capture their attention. “You were cleared back into the ring,” he says, shifting his gaze to his raven-haired big sister, but turns to Tamika slowly, “but you haven’t been cleared to do shit. How you even faked your way past Uprising, and Revolution1’s doctors is beyond me.”
Meghan nods, and Tamika lets a grin slip out with a shrug.
“I have always been able to get what I want, John-Boy. You know that” she winks with her reply, and John sits back, shaking his head. He mouths, ‘it’s true,’ to Cara, getting a laugh. “I have an appointment with a doctor in Houston. The one dad used to stay in the game far longer than he should’ve.”
The first and easiest step in the family's multifaceted plan was a doctor hurdle but wasn’t the most important one.
Later in the night, Tamika and John went to the ‘Whitehouse’ so she could set up his room and so he could see how she was doing. He walked the hall and could see flashes of their old man pacing the halls on one of his burner/throwaway phones yelling at a mule who lost a load or trying to get Meghan to listen to him when she was running product across the Canada/US border from Windsor to Detroit. John looked at his sister as they walked, and she was the only one in the family who never willingly worked in their dad’s drug game. Sure, her husband helped run the Canadian side of it through the Port in Montreal, and she kind of had to do when she was hiding in Panama with Scott and their big sister; but if she had to do something she didn’t like for the sake of someone she loves she wouldn’t hesitate.
John admired her loyalty, and his trust in her never wavered once. Tamika stops and pushes open a door that leads into a simple guest room, and he moves by her dropping his duffle bag onto the bed, then takes off his Kutte hanging on a coat-stand in the far corner of the patch facing outwards. He sits down and motions for her to take a seat in a chair beside an oak dresser. She knows what he’s going to ask and answers before he can.
“We split up a month ago, and no, I’m not getting back into the ring to avoid dealing with it,” she replies to the question John was going to ask. Or so she thought.
“Come on, sis. Never assume. I just wanted to see if you were as big of a wreck as Simon is,” he responds, Tamika looking up at him quizzically. “No, he didn’t send me down here to ask about you. I’m asking because you’re my twin, and I love ya, Meeks. Simon is a business partner, and he has earned family status, but you will always come first.”
John stands up walks over to his sister, hugging her, pulling her head close just under his chest. He bends down to kiss her on the top of her head. He pats her shoulder and smiles when she looks up.
“Thank you, John. What’s that smile for?”
“I’m hungry and wondering if you make a western sandwich as good as Megz does, haha,” he says with a chuckle, knowing Tamika is a terrible cook. She punches him semi-hard in the gut, and he makes that “oh that hurts” face.
“If you wanted food, you should’ve stayed at the Ranch,” she snips back at him but smiles at the same time. She sighs and uses the dresser to push herself up. “Scorpion’s Tail number is on the fridge downstairs, we can order something, but you are paying for it. I left my wallet in Reno.”
John laughs as she gives him another punch in the side. The youngest kin of the late Scott Nash Strader get in some sibling bonding with violence and take out as they all prepared for the fallout that would come after ACCESS DENIED.
OCW MASSACRE
Las Vegas, NV
February 14th, 2022
Tamika is feeling pretty high off their debut win, even if it was against a team that couldn’t even draw half a high school gymnasium, but between the TPW match and this one, she was feeling the rust falling off, and it felt great. The motorcycles were loaded and strapped down in the trailer attached to the coach tour bus of CFH, and they are ready to go.
“Harold, where the hell are you?” she asks, leaning into the dashboard looking out the front windshield. Meghan opens the door and walks up and past her baby sister.
“Still no Harold sighting? He probably got pinched,” she says in passing. She walks over to the bar, and Tamika joins her after ensuring the door is shut and locked. She takes the glass of whiskey, and she clinks her glass with Meghan’s.
“Well, the body is feeling pretty good, and it feels like we never even stopped!”
“We probably would’ve never retired if the last place had kept us active instead of booking me in singles matches I didn’t give a shit about, ya know?”
Tamika nods in agreement as they plop down on the couch. Tamika looks over her shoulder out the tinted window at the people walking by.
“Just a few weeks ago, we were sitting around your kitchen table wondering how we would get into the infamous OCW that has seemed to piss off the entire industry, including my scissor buddy, Sam.”
“That we have, Meeks. I mean, I didn’t think it would be as easy as it turned out to be with Zybala ending up as acting owner even though BRIM won, but I’m not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Veronica is warming up to us already,” she says, shifting to her left and bringing her left leg up onto the couch cushion. She looks at her baby sister and smiles. “Thank you, Meeks. This means the world to me.”
Tamika gives her a wink paired with a smile.
“I will do whatever I can, whenever I can, for you and your babies. I will always have your back; never be surprised about that. I love you most. Don’t tell John,” she playfully responds. “We are going to get Victoria back. She showed herself briefly when she was wrestling Max.”
“Yes, she did, didn’t she? I’m starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.”
Bedrock City
Williams, Arizona
February 17th, 2022
Our scene opens under the very tall Bedrock City sign, and we find Tamika Strader sitting in the Flintstones car that sits under said big sign. Like Meghan’s promo, the scene is lit by the headlights of their motorcycles, and Meghan is now filming for the baby sister.
“How the hell do you start this bad boy? Do I need to be on a hill? Or did Fred and Barney have superhuman calves? Meh.”
She turns around to face the camera, hops out, sits in the middle along the side of the replica Flintsone car, and gives a big goofy smile holding her hands up with the devil horns. She laughs and winks at us.
“OCW FAITHFUL! What up, homeslices’?! Enjoy the sweet life that is watching the OCW site awaiting promos from the Owl lady (Alice, not Ragana, keep that hoe-pie away from me), Brtish spies, slight racists, and Cowgirls? Well, that’s an evening well spent if I ever saw one! And I have seen over 12,000!”
She most definitely googled that.
“Alright, so straight up, I have done like maybe five solo promotional videos as singles wrestling has never been my thing. I am a tag team wrestler at heart, and it’s always going to be my first love in this industry. This industry has given me everything, including a husband I am separated from, a son from that union, and his name is Lil’Scottie. It’s his street name; he keeps telling me. Hopefully, he walks a better path than his dad has and then his namesake. It’s also given me Samantha Tolson, who is not only a lot of fun but is super great at giving tongue-swallowing orgasms.”
TMI Tamika over here.
“So the only reason I am in this craziness is because the Cowgirls are responsible for at least a third of its construction, and the OCW MILF Meghan Strader is taking part, and someone has to watch her back. I mean, some of the people that have already committed to taking part in the Great Illuminatus are crazy!”
“I mean, I like Alice, but she is bat-shit crazy. I mean chunky mustard in the sun? What the hell? That’s guaranteed food poisoning. I mean, for those models who want to be a stick, they’ll shit themselves into shape on that diet; I mean, it beats puking. Who the hell wants to do that?”
“Speaking of shitting through the eye of a needle, Bob Grenier. That many Oreo cookies can’t be good for the gut. My son is a “mixed” young man, with my pasty white ass and Simon’s Mandingo black dick, it was gonna turn out that way, but I guess you prefer to be stuck in some weird time warp where someone thinks it’s cool to be called The Grand Wizard. I have all the respect in the world for your in-ring capabilities, but outside of that, you are a straight-up schmuck, and I look forward to slapping the taste out of your bigot-mouth.”
Tamika turns her head to the side and spits. She shakes her head and moves on.
“Who I am concerned about is the British Spy! I mean, you should fear anyone who not only gets a perm but wears it in a mullet! I mean, are we in 1989? Is Axel Rose gonna hip sway past us being chased by Nikki Sixx in 18-inch heels? But seriously, this guy is pretty good. I mean, it seems rather tricky to get in the Hall of Fame around here, considering Supreme Machine isn’t in it. Hey, you know, it just hit me, maybe Megz or I will become the Craze Champion! Pretty risky entering this match as a champion, I under why Veronica would rather lose her Trans-Atlantic title one on one than by fluke in this crazy contraption.”
“Of course, the one everyone is after is the man that stirs of Meghan’s daddy issues–”
“Tell me that man isn’t fucking sexy!”
“Got me there, but he got Vee’s number, so now is she not only booked higher on the card than you but is gonna have a deep itch scratched by a man that makes her mom’s legs weak hahaha.”
Even though we can’t see it, we can tell by Tamika trying to keep a straight face that Meghan has flipped her off for.
“But yeah, Outcast. You are a pretty rad dude. Pill popper extraordinaire like our cameraman, Harold. Maybe you can teach the dumbass how not to get pinched.”
“Pretty sure the charge was solicitation or something. He must’ve swallowed the bottle of pills, but his tolerance is so high it barely gave him the “nods”.”
“Well, at least it’s not crystal meth anymore. He’d end up tweaking Bob out. Keep getting off track! Anyway! Outcast, you are a hell of a world champion, and whoever makes it to the top is gonna give you a hard time, but you have the advantage of being fresh, so if it’s not Meghan or me, I wish you nothing but success!”
Tamika nods her head with a smile and a double thumbs up.
“To whoever else ends up in this match, when you run into Meghan, you’ll be running into me. If you run into me, you’ll run into Meghan. I don’t have expectations in this crazy concept of a match other than to maybe kick a bit of ass and walk out with more than I came in with.”
“And if you don’t like that? GO TO A DIFFERENT MCDONALDS!”
Tamika crosses her eyes, sticks her tongue out and gives us a couple waving devil horns as the scene fades to black.
