Post by Tamika Strader on May 7, 2022 12:06:33 GMT -5
Whitehouse Strader-Estate
Houston, Texas
May 3rd, 2022
It was sometime after midnight, and heavy rainfall was being soaked up by the thirsty ground and acted as a cover for an unknown being watching the two-storey white-coloured home that once belonged to Scott Nash Strader that Tamika Anne Strader occupied. Shrouded in all black, a hoodie covers the identity of this individual as they watch our heroine. Their cold dead eyes scan the large house and see our OCW Craze Champion step out of the shower, her naked body glistening with beads of water rolling down her once burnt but now tanned skin from her time on Milftown Island. Unable to see anything because she is our star, the gratuitous nudity would come from another source.
“It feels so good to be home.”
She looks out her bathroom window, a towel tied above her chest, covering what the good lord (or maybe Aliens?) gave her. She finishes getting ready for bed after the long ride on her Sportster from seeing Sam Tolson in Vegas and hears her sister’s Fatboy rumble passed the house on her way to Redwood City, California, just south of San Francisco. She was on her way to Cara’s and was meeting her husband, Dustin Kelser, with their twin toddlers. Tamika was excited to fly into Redwood to see her nieces and nephew, plus celebrating Meghan’s 37th birthday with the family as John was apparently Stateside was something she always loved. Meghan wasn’t big on her birthday, but her baby sister was; she was for all birthdays within the tight-knit family. She enjoyed seeing the look on their faces when they opened presents and when they could embarrass the birthday person with a loud rendition of The Beatles' “Birthday” song.
Whoever the hooded figure was that was watching the house and knew about her plans to be away for a while because, after the birthday celebrations, the Cowgirls and Veronica would be flying back to DJIBOUTI for Massacre on Monday Night. Tamika would be going up against the former rising star that used to date Victoria, and was riding the old man, Scott Nash Strader, in Maxine “Mad Max” Riggs to warm herself and her healing shoulder up for Sadie Ko at Big Game Hunting. She also was going to support her niece in the main event against Cypher, the wrestling community’s resident hacker, as she looked to protect her undefeated streak.
The hooded uninvited guest breathes heavily while watching Tamika slip into her comfy pyjamas, consisting of simple grey Walmart sweatpants and an old SNS t-shirt from the early days of his career when he was just known as Scott Nash. She brushes her teeth, flosses and takes a glass of water to bed with her. The hooded figure, which we’ll call The Invader, shifts over to see the bedroom window. It’s unknown how long they watch after she goes to sleep, but they would be following the unsuspecting Strader to California.
Cara Strader’s Firehouse
Redwood City, California
May 5th, 2022
If there was one thing that Cara did very well, besides rolling really fat joints that smoke evenly, it was throwing parties. John helped by having MC members from all over Canada and the southern United States come and join the party as Meghan was considered to be royalty as she is the oldest sibling of the Strader family. She was helpful in the creation of the Motorcycle Club known as the Brothers of Mayhem, and the members showed respect when the opportunity arose. Plus, they knew how much their commander loved his sisters and what it meant to him for them to do so. Cara was a big part of it too, as she knew how to party like it’s nineteen ninety-nine and had gone all out. Where the firetrucks used to sit inside the building had been cleared out and had multiple bins with cans of beer on ice consisting of Miller Genuine Draft, Miller High Life and Labatt 50 for John. There were also four tubs that had ice with kegs in them, all tapped and flowing with beer. Along the back wall that faced the garage doors, Cara had a bar built that was filled with Crystal Head Vodka, Crown Royal Rye Whiskey, Gibsons Gold Rye Whiskey, Black and Blue Label Johnny Walker blended Scotch, Cabo Wabo, Terramana and Gold Patron Tequila for the birthday girl and Veronica as that was her liquor of choice.
The toddler twins of Meghan and Dustin were fast asleep upstairs as Meghan and Dustin were over at the bar, cans of Miller High Life in their fists, chatting with John and Veronica. Tamika, drinking her twin brother’s Labatt 50, sits on a couch along the adjacent wall with Cara, who has a giant spliff between her index and middle finger and is toking away. “Same Ol’Situation” by Motley Crüe is playing over the PA that was already installed in the building from its days as a fire station. Cara is glaring over at Veronica, who is laughing, smiling and having a good time with “mamabear” and “step-hottie” (which is what Cara calls her mom’s husband).
“If looks could kill, Carebear,” she comments as she looks back and forth at Veronica and Cara. The busty green-eyed brunette daughter of Meghan Strader sighs, followed by a long and deep haul of her spliff.
“I know, Auntie Teabag, but that gash threw me off the top of the OCW arena! You work for them and pay all the employees; you know how tall that mother fucker is. Why in the world should I forgive her?” she asks her aunt, who leans back against the wall sipping on her beer.
“Because Cara, she really wasn’t the affliction after all? She was manipulated like the rest of us were by it. Victoria sacrificed herself to take it out so it couldn’t harm any of us like it did you and others. Ask yourself: would Victoria have done that for something evil to survive?”
Cara stares at her aunt before looking over at Veronica and their mom. She sees how happy her mom is, and she adores her “mamabear”. She shakes her, falling back a couple inches with her back hitting the wall and her banging the back of her head gently against it. She takes a drag off the spliff and inhales through her nostrils.
“I don’t know… maybe?” she asks, shrugging her shoulders. “Victoria was the most loving person I have ever met and could forgive just about anyone for anything, but I mean, fuck, mamabear looks happy. Her aura, man. It’s glowing so brightly. I know she misses Victoria….”
“We all do, Carebear.”
“I don’t know, I guess I can try, but I’m not making any promises,” she replies, raising her brow and gently shaking her head, taking the last haul off her spliff. She sighs loudly, and Tamika can see she is giving in.
“You should come with us back to DJIBOUTI. You can be my valet, manager, whatever, and you two can maybe work on building a relationship together?” Tamika tentatively suggests to her.
“Ah fuck it, ok. I’ll come to Africa with all y’all… alright, wish Veronica luck.”
Before Tamika can ask what she means, Cara is already halfway over to where Meghan and Veronica are at the bar. She can see Veronica tense up with nervous anticipation. Still, the anxiety slowly melts away, and Tamika smiles as she sees the three women do a shot of tequila together. Tamika takes a swig of her beer when John makes his way over.
“Are you really drinking my beer? The whole reason I started drinking that was because no one else would,” he remarks with a chuckle as he taps her can with his in cheers.
“Yeah, I did it to piss ya off, but it’s actually excellent when it is cold,” she replies to his inquiry, taking a sip. “Who knew?”
“Dad and I knew; that’s why he drank it too. Started as no one would take his beer to realizing it’s a quality ale. I caught your match that other from Technical Difficulties. That was a banger; I knew you had it in you,” he proudly boasts as he reaches into his kutte (his leather biker vest with the BOM patches for you uncultured malakas).
“Yeah, that Mark Storm did a number on my shoulder. The doctor says I heal quickly, though, she figured at first it would be about only 90%, but by Monday, it should be just about ready to rock and roll.”
“Yeah, we are like the old man that way. All of us are, really. Uncle Payton was the same.”
“Yeah, that is true. I’m wrestling Monday, so I hope she’s right. Mad Max is one of the tougher Enhancement talents in OCW,” she remarks, looking back over at the trio of Strader women. John peeks over as well, raising his brow as he looks back at his twin sister.
“How’s that gonna go? Think Cara can get past the whole roof thing?” he asks genuinely.
Tamika raises her brow and tilts her slightly with a shrug.
“Honestly, John-Boy… I don’t know. Us Straders… we love deep, but we hate deeper,” she replies, to which John nods in agreement.
“That, unfortunately, is very true.”
The twins continue to talk as the hooded figure that was watching Tamika back on the Strader compound watches her through the skylight.
Strader Jet
Somewhere Over the Atlantic
May 6th, 2022
Tamika Strader finds herself the only one awake on the trip back to Africa and has brought along Harold, who has just finished railing a Hollywood-sized line of Oxy ’80s. She motions she is ready to say a little something as he sets up his camera. She doesn’t worry about being loud as Meghan, Veronica, and Cara are all asleep in the rear cabin of the Strader Jet. As Harold signals they are rolling, Tamika leans back in her black leather swivel highback seat. Our Craze champion has the belt sitting beside her on a small table facing us, and she pulls her hood down on the white CFH hoodie available for purchase on the online OCW store. The stitching is top-notch as OCW only hires the most petite, accurate, and precise child hands in China.
“Hola, señors y señoritas! It tis I, your favourite OCW Craze Champion, Tamika Anne Strader! This Monday, live STRAIGHT OUTTA DJIBOUTI, I step into the ring with a woman I am pretty familiar with. This young lady was the former protege of my big sister, ex-girlfriend of my niece, Victoria, and side piece of my late Daddy, Scott Nash Strader. Mad freakin’ Max. Someone who has all the potential to be a top star in any promotion she is a part of yet has decided just rolling with the punches is the way to go.”
“I mean, you are still trying to inflict damage when you step in the ring, but the heart you used to have, that drive to win… is just… gone. What happened, Maxine? Is it because you broke my niece's heart when you decided to start humping my dad.”
Our Craze Champion shrugs her shoulders.
“After Monday, the only active Strader you haven’t gone one on one with will be Cara, and trust me, she would LOVE to get her hands on you. Lucky for you, she’s only gonna be at ringside as my new manager! I’ll try to make sure she doesn’t try to get her hands on you, in the ring or backstage. You better bring it, Max. I’m facing something most people in this business don’t ever have to face. Sadie Ko is quite possibly the craziest non-human I have come across in my sixteen years. Poor Who’re can vouch for that.”
“Be ready, Max, because I promise you… I will be, and I am starting to get the hang of the singles division, which isn’t good for you or anyone else who comes for my Craze title.”
“See ya soon, toots.”
The Strader sneer feels like it has burned through the lens into our screens as the scene fades.
