Post by Tamika Strader on May 27, 2022 21:08:12 GMT -5
The sirens' sound and light seem to be blurred in slow motion as Tamika sits beside Meghan on the hood of the Cutlass. The officer tries to fill in the sisters, but the shock sets in. Tamika thinks to herself how close it came to being dead. Tamika had just escaped the grasp of THE STALKER with a bullet to his knee, but he did have her dead to rights if it wasn’t for Meghan using the element of surprise to spear the monster down to the concrete below. Tamika ran to him as her big sister lay splayed out on top of him.
“MEGZ!” She exclaimed as she baseball slid on her knees to the heap of Strader and Stalker. “You crazy hoe! Get up, get up, come on!”
“You’re the hoe,” Meghan replies with a choke of air from the cough escaping her lungs, almost as if waiting to know the monster was knocked out before releasing.
Tamika fades back into reality as the cop puts a hand on her shoulder. The sound of the rain hitting the car and the wet clothing she had on got louder as she tried to hear what the cop had said to her.
“… gone, Miss Strader.”
“I am sorry, did you say that big bastard is gone?!”
“We believe you; the physical damage in no way came from one or even two normal human beings like you two. Whatever came after you is gone.”
Tamika shakes her head as she rubs her knees through the wet denim.
“Well, it is what it is. Come on, Megz. Let’s go home. I want updates. Please.”
The cop couldn’t tell, but Meghan could; the baby sister was pissed the cops took so long to show up. The door closes loudly behind Tamika; she has a white knuckle grip on her steering wheel, showing her frustration.
“I understand John’s opinion of them being lazy. They took their sweet time getting here, and now that big bastard is back out there,” she says, pounding her palms off the steering wheel.
“We’ll increase security on the compound, and one of us needs to call our baby brother about his brothers,” Meghan points out, trying to pull the mood away any way she can.
“John hand-picked those boys. This is gonna hit him hard. You were always closer to that world,” she says, hoping big sister got the hint.
“Yeah, I can do that. We do need to figure out where that big prick came from.”
“That we do,” she replies, turning over the ignition and firing up her Cutlass. It purrs to life, and she sighs before turning to Meghan. “He didn’t say anything to you?”
“Don’t know if you noticed or not, but he wasn’t exactly the talking type,” her dryness evident; Tamika snorts, making the sisters laugh.
“Oh, I love ya, Megz. I’d be lost without my big sister. I hope you know that,” she says, reaching over, taking her hand and squeezing it. Meghan squeezes back, her icy blue eyes showing a warmth only seen when thinking about her sister or children.
“I know, Meeka. I’m not going anywhere for a very long time. I love you too,” she lifts her hand and strokes her little sister's face.
It was a quiet ride back to the compound, and Tamika would continue to worry about The Stalker, and she was right to be as he crawled to his hole to plan out killing the sisters all over again.
Wrestler Shacks for BGH
Djibouti, East Africa
May 26th, 2022
“Yo, Knifey, I want this one!”
Tamika hops up in the air so The Knife Man can see where she is referring to. He points back with a large medic SLASH mechanic knife and a nod.
“Excellent choice, Miss Strader! Machete Phil will make sure your bags are brought here as soon as we can start moving everyone in.”
“You are a great man, Knifey. You too, Phil. I don’t care what Lou or Crash say about you,” she says with a wink and smile.
“Oh ma’am, if I wanted a joke, I would follow Lou and Crash into the bathroom and watch them take a leak,” he responds with a wink and a smile of his own, or at least Tamika likes to think so. Hard to tell with the goalie mask and all.
“Part of my routine of getting ready for matches is knowing where my locker room is, or in this month's case, locker hut, but way better than the cages of Milftown Island.”
“Makes sense to me. Phil and I will leave you to it. Good luck, Miss Strader. We might go on a safari; want us to pick you up?.”
Tamika nods with thanks for the well wishes and the safari as she sighs loudly.
“Sadie Ko, when I watched the replay of the battle royal from Technical Difficulties where you won the opportunity to face whoever won between me and Your Hero, and formerly Calaway’s, I knew you were gonna be my toughest opponent yet. However, I am not sure what to make of you or how I could even explain you if someone asked me to, which was a cause for concern. Part of my steps to prepare is to understand my opponent, what motivates them, what makes them get out of bed (a coffin in your case, I bet, or maybe an old VHS tape), and you overall… I am not quite sure I have an answer for.”
She holds up her hands and mouths “WTF” with an over-exaggerated expression of exasperation.
“I mean for me? It’s fairly straightforward. My motivation is simple and is part of every Strader, and it’s to be the best damn wrestler I can be. My son, nieces, nephew, and siblings are what get me out of bed. So does being the best Craze champion that I can be. Veronica actually inspired me in that sense. She’s made the TransAtlantic championship a stable title, and I am working on doing the same for the Craze championship.”
“Just imagine two singles titles raised to a whole new level but by two different members of the same family. That’s just a level of great and coolness that this family hasn’t had in a while. Doing this stuff with my niece in a company me and my sister help finance so these shows can keep coming is beyond anything I could ever dream of wanting or even needing.”
Tamika frowns slightly after a few seconds of silence. She sees the ring being constructed down the dirt path that will serve as their entrance ramp.
“But you, Sadie Ko, besides being creepy, performing reverse fellatio, and mastering the art of zig-zagging, unlike poor Rickon Stark, I can’t put a finger on you. Hell, I have a difficult time getting a chair shot on you, for Fig Newton Sakes!”
She mouths “Sorry, Scruffy-Wuffy,” points to her heart, then her eye before mouthing “you,” hoping she is buying some goodwill with the referee probably in charge of her match.
“I grew up the daughter of a wrestling dynasty, just like my sister and my brother. We have been surrounded by it our whole lives, not to mention having been fans of the sport for just as long,” she shrugs. “And have seen a lot of crazy Vaughn(shit for you uneducated muthaduckaz), but nothing quite like you.”
“I wasn’t sure how I could prepare for you, but life dropped a monster in my lap. Like legit this massive bastard that dresses all in black, hooded and mysterious, doesn’t even talk and managed to kidnap my big sister got her STRAIGHT OUTTA DJIBOUTI,” for some reason, she can’t help yelling the last part, art imitating life maybe. “So yeah, it was true that Meghan was missing, and luckily by working together, we were able to escape with our lives. He did too, so I imagine it’s not the last I have seen of the big jerk-o.”
She throws her arms up, shrugging.
“But that event and my love of horror movies have taught me that I am everything that a Final Girl is,” she says in that “matter of fact way” that some ladies can be known to do. “I’m intelligent, totally cute as a button Girl Next Door type, and I am the main character looking not just to survive our encounter but possibly put you down to save the roster from the weird reverse throating you like to do when entering a room. Also, please keep your wad of black pubes out of my mouth please. Samantha at least trims. Be courteous, geez. Oh, consent is cool too.”
She winks at Sadie Ko and us because she is Tamika Strader and has made a living poking the bear.
“The one thing we do have in common, Sadie, is that neither one of us has had an opponent like we both do. I have never had the pleasure of fighting a zombie or whatever you are, and you have never stood across the ring from a Strader, particularly a Strader like me. I’m also not like Ester Alexandra nor Hacker Boi... I won't need help to beat you,” she winks with the last one considering the interference Tamika ran to cause Sadie Ko to lose like Veronica did.
“I don’t know if you’ll come out and do a good promotional video. Will you talk trash? Maybe, you’ll do it through a poem, your own spoken words, or some type of chant! I hope it’s a chant, a catchy one like *singsong* one…two… Sadie is white, not blue… three…fo’ur… she doesn’t like the OCDub who’re. *normal voice* You know, edgy!”
“While you do that, I’m going to do what I have been managing to for a few months now, and that is keep on winning and successfully retaining this here pretty yellow belt,” she says, slapping its faceplate proudly around her waist. “Two broken ladders and zig-zaggy Sadie Ko stand in the way of my goal of walking out of another Pay-Per-View, and I have never been one to just roll over and die. Ask my Stalker or my lady friend. Or Mack O’Connor… just kidding about the last one, but not for long.”
The Knife Man, along with Machete Phil with a posse of Chuck the Security Guard, and Groundskeeper Eddy Bueger roll up in an old shell of a car that looks like it was used in the first Terminator movie back in the eighties. Knifey is behind the wheel, and Machete Phil comes up out the passenger side window, arm on the roof.
“Get in, loser; we are going on a SAFARI!”
“And with that that, Sadie, I bid you adieu as we shall ride the wild side of Africa as it was intended: loudly and while listening to late 70s early 80s synth rock! And remember, only sociopaths wonder what the placenta looks like in the pale moonlight! ONWARD!”
She hops in beside the badly burned groundskeeper, but he seems nice enough as he hands her a bag that has “free candy” scribbled onto it. “Africa” by TOTO starts to play loudly as The Knife Man spins the tires, filling our screen with dirt and dust.
