- Hot Supper At The Strayters -
Jan 22, 2023 10:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Diana Watts on Jan 22, 2023 10:20:15 GMT -5
As OCW Decadence approaches next Sunday. I knew earning a OCW Craze Championship shot would put my #Watts2023 on the right track. The perfect way to start the new year. But… it wasn’t the only thing on my mind. The Strayters have been on my mind for days. Weeks even. And that’s STRAYTERS with a “Y and T'' not “D”. The D’s were gone from OCW for good (if there is God). But this family was much like the D’s. While I was supposed to be preparing for my New Years Ball Pay Per View match. My friend Gordy invited me over for a late Strayter family ‘hot supper’ as he called it. I couldn’t resist. I graciously accepted the invitation.
Pulling up to Gordy’s broken down shack. It looked very greasy to me. Very shady. If I wasn’t such a badass fighter, a woman could be assaulted, robbed and likely butt raped around these parts. It also looked very Canadian-ish.
Bob Grenier: Nothing is more Canadian then a Bob Grenier. The OCW Hall Of Famer is a legend in this industry… well… ONLY in OCW. But that’s ok. Why bother being a legend anywhere else. It’s here where it matters. Bob is great for a Canadian. He has had a great career in OCW. In the OCW Hall of Fame and a former OCW Champion. But… let’s face it. His time is of the past. His latest runs haven’t been blowing away the masses. While I am a fan. But I think it’s time to give it up soon. He is past his prime. He isn’t moving numbers. And the more he wants to have that ONE MORE *BIG* OCW RUN/MATCH… I hate to be the one to break it to him… but it’s likely never to happen. And winning the this New Years Balls match isn’t going to happen either. Gracefully retire, Grenier. And let us remember you for the good times in your OCW career.
Approaching Gordy and his Srayter’s household. I was concerned what was going to be the ‘hot supper’. Maybe it was me? Maybe these savage cannibals were going to warm me up and try to eat me? It wouldn’t surprise me to be honest. At least that wouldn’t be boring or dull or pointless or like…
Phoenix Lestrange: I have no idea who this chick is but I believe she is apart of that underwhelming tag team… Haven’s Gate? Safe Haven? Haven or Hell? It couldn’t just be HAVEN, right? No way they were THAT boring… right? RIGHT!?!? Anyway another disappointment to the latest crop of new OCW signees. I believe they were hired under ol’ Vick’s administration. Makes sense. I don’t expect much of a showing here. If you get anything out of this it will likely be in the replay footage they show when I beat you.
Hearing chatter inside the Strayter’s home. I paused to listen a bit but couldn’t make it out. The porch was covered with a variety of dead plants. Including this single dying rose dangling off the window stand. It was a sad sight. It reminded me of…
Midnight Rose: Midnight has surprised me to be honest. She can be hit or miss in the ring to be honest. She can bring her A-Game and kick some serious ass or in most cases… fail to deliver in every aspect. I i do mean every aspect. From her boring promo skills, to her failed in ring attempts at trying to get over and to even her trainer, the most boring and generic kidnapper in OCW history, Easton Alexander. When you[‘re trainer can't accomplish a damn thing in this business it’s very unlikely you will either, Moonlight. Not saying give up the ‘dream’ just suggesting get a better ‘teacher’. You have potential. No doubt.
I hesitated before I knocked on the Strayters household. It sounded like some generic 80s glam rock playing inside. Maybe they aren’t bad people. So I knocked three times. The chatter inside stopped. The music volume was turned down from 11 to 2. It took over a minute before I heard someone approaching the door. It opened. It was Gordy. He hugged me on the front porch. I nearly vomited as i felt his large prickly yet somewhat ‘crusty’ beard touch my cheek.
Gordy: DIANA! So thrilled you made it! Wow! We thought for a second it might have been a police officer. Or worse yet, TWO police officers. GUYS! IT’S MY BEST FRIEND, DIANA!
Gordy shouted back to his family who can be clearly seen in the background though they were trying to hide. I waved as they slowly and quietly came out more in sight.
Diana: Best friend? Well… okay then.
I stood there awkwardly, motioning if I should enter or not. Gordy picked up the hint and let me inside the house. There they all were. The elderly heavy set Auntie D-Bag. The twins, Valerie and Velma. The crossdressing brother (sister?) Tamera. And was ‘Crazy’ Cazz in her Scream mask. I gently waved to them as they awkwardly approached me. Were they going to kill me? Kill the Watts? Kill…
Killian Neville: I am not sure about this guy. I am not familiar with you to be honest but I do believe we came to OCW around the same time(?). And you were talked about more than the rest of the new crop of OCW talent at the time. But not for your talent inside the squared circle. But I believe due to the fact that you may or may not have killed someone. Hmm. Well that’s one way to get recognized here in OCW, I guess. I also know you kind of came and went. Vanished when the pressure got too hot. Hey, we’ve all been there. But I seriously doubt on this return you will be able to remain stable and get any over then you have before. But I am interested to see what you do in the ring. Impressive or likely not.
D-Bag: Hun, get in here out of the cold. God, aren’t you pretty. You should see the ‘girls’ Gordy brings home every full moon. Those ‘girls’ would look and smell like old stinky dogs. You’re a 10 compared to those ‘girls’...
Diana: Thanks?
I was a little insulted that I was only a 10 in the looks and smelling department due to Gordy’s standard dog like women he brings home. But a compliment was a compliment. And I knew she meant well. What kind of standard were these women? Speaking of standards…
Stan: Stan the man? Stan the Standard. I like it. Good marketing on a name. I dig it a lot. And for what I’ve seen from you (which is a little) you can bring it in the ring. And making an impact early on in your OCW career. Getting notice. Traction. That’s cool. However… you also appear to be missing a few bricks for a full load. A couple cans short of a six pack? Out for lunch if you will… Um… crazy. Looney. Wacky. You’re nuts, guy. I don’t know if maybe Momma Stand dropped you on your head as a baby or you were born with a birth defect. I am not to judge. But it’s most likely you have chosen this madness. Well Mad Stan. I can be crazy too. And i plan to out wrestle you, out perform you and even out crazy you. That’s WATTS up, Standard Stanley. (see I can market myself too)
Diana: So what’s cooking for dinner guys? It smells very, um, very… um… it smells!
I laughed (politely) as I took off my coat and handed it too Gordy. He smelled it as Auntie D-Bag gave me a huge hug.
D-Bag: Dear, it smells alright. And I am not quite sure what is cooking. Gordy brought home something that appeared to look like ‘meat’ after his Fish Head’s shit. I skinned the animal…? And pulled out the guts and bones. I threw it on a tray and put the oven on broil for 30 minutes. Don’t don’t worry dear. We got lot’s of condiments to dip into to flavor the taste of the… animal? Ketchup. Barbeque Sauce. And even some of that Extra Chunky Owl Is Night Mustard. Gonna be gooooo-OOO-oood eatin’ hun. Come sit at the table sweetie and talk with the girls and we’ll serve you up. My babies lady doesn’t have to lift a finger. Though next time you should throw some pantyhose under that adorable dress of yours, hun. It’s what a lady wears… I have three layers on myself. Helps hide the leg hair, ya know? Sit, sit, sit…
After showing me her layered sheer legs. She pulled out a chair for me to sit down at.
Diana: Actually… um… without sounding course. Um… bathroom?
Gordy: Making water or dookie?
Diana: I beg your pardon
D-Bag: GORDON! Never ask a lovely lady if she got to take a greasy shit! That’s not gentlemen like.
Gordy: Sorry, Auntie. Sorry… Diana…
Diana: Alright?
D-Bag: He only asks because the plumbing her is a little iffy, ya know? The upstairs toilet doesn’t flush dirty shit logs. Clogs up the bowl. Unless you have filthy diarrhea brewing then it should go down the pipes fine. But if it’s solid turds of shit, you need to use Gordy’s bedroom washroom in the basement.
Diana: Um… only a pee.
D-Bag: Oh… then up the stairs and to the left. It’s the door with the words “SHITTER” stenciled on it in a magic marker.
Diana: Um, thanks. I’ll be a minute.
D-Bag: Take your time, dear.
I looked at the open staircase and I held down the hem of my dress. I could imagine every family member in that house looking up my dress to take a peek at my undies. So quickly I rushed up the stairs. WHERE THE HELL AM I? I mouth quietly to myself. I have never seen anything like this before. Nothing like this in my entire life. Yet they seemed more natural and realer than any of those weird family of wrestling biker Strater’s I have come across in OCW during 2022. Wow. Nothing… nothing?
Delia Black: Hmm? Delia Black? I… um… I have nothing. Nothing… I looked you up quickly and couldn’t find a thing. So I won’t dwell on you as much as the others. Just be prepared to bring your best at Decadence, chicka. If not… don’t show up at all.
Finding the door marked “SHITTER” I opened it to find a somewhat decently clean bathroom. I was shocked. These dirt bags actually have a proper hygienic toilet seat and bathroom area. Even on the clean mirror I spotted a list of things. I looked it over.
LIST OF THINGS TO DO:
#1, Purchase more toilet tissue. Free news paper is rough on the tushy.
#2. Toothpaste is too expensive. Try grinding mints, flour and water together into a 'slime'. Same thing.
#3. No more tampons. Too expensive. Homemade maxi pads (sponge & scotch tape) are easier and more efficient.
#4. Out of razors. Lol. Strayters don’t shave.
REAL #4: Soap. Reminder, Gordon. Do not insert into anus hole.
#5. Wash your hands. : )
Ew. Rubbing my hands on my face I couldn't believe where I was. WTF? Now that was a list alright. A list?
Dylan Thomas: The A-Lister himself. The man I beat to get my first major win in OCW. And it’s all been down hill for us since that. You have been on some what a losing streak as have I. I still consider you one of the better stars in OCW. But your star has fallen, Mr. Thomas. Like I said above have been looked at as losers of sorts. But the difference is, I am finding my place, my direction, my character in OCW in this new 2023 year. You have been lost for a long time. And I still consider my victory over you on OCW Equality a huge success for me. But when you lose again and I am the winner of the New Years Ball match. My stock will rise to the top of OCW and you, Mr. A-List, will remain a lower tier OCW star existing in mediocrity. But it will be nice to wrestle you again…
After covering the toilet seat withj 3 layers of tissue. I did my business, flushed, washed up and went down the stairs wherever Strayter was sitting around the dining room table. I walked down the stairs. It actually looked kind of nice. As my father and mother were never this family like, even as a young girl. Dad was always flirting with college students and mom was busier with older gross and hairy mustachioed lawyers (Ew!). Gordy stood up and like a gentleman pulled out my chair. I sat down looking at this family of misfits. And it actually seemed a little bit more ‘normal’ than the dinners i’ve ever had..
Diana: This is really lovely, guys. Thanks for having me.
D-Bag: No worries, hun. Let’s eat.
The opened the pot and revealed the meal. A burnt to a crisp, smoking large male cat… I think? It stunk to high heaven. Covering my mouth, Gordy handed me a ‘slice’ and a glass of lime koolaid.
Diana Watts: New year. New girl. New direction. New opportunities. New Years Ball Match? NEW OCW CRAZE CHAMPION! The future is bright for Diana Watts. And that's WATTS' UP!
Pulling up to Gordy’s broken down shack. It looked very greasy to me. Very shady. If I wasn’t such a badass fighter, a woman could be assaulted, robbed and likely butt raped around these parts. It also looked very Canadian-ish.
Bob Grenier: Nothing is more Canadian then a Bob Grenier. The OCW Hall Of Famer is a legend in this industry… well… ONLY in OCW. But that’s ok. Why bother being a legend anywhere else. It’s here where it matters. Bob is great for a Canadian. He has had a great career in OCW. In the OCW Hall of Fame and a former OCW Champion. But… let’s face it. His time is of the past. His latest runs haven’t been blowing away the masses. While I am a fan. But I think it’s time to give it up soon. He is past his prime. He isn’t moving numbers. And the more he wants to have that ONE MORE *BIG* OCW RUN/MATCH… I hate to be the one to break it to him… but it’s likely never to happen. And winning the this New Years Balls match isn’t going to happen either. Gracefully retire, Grenier. And let us remember you for the good times in your OCW career.
Approaching Gordy and his Srayter’s household. I was concerned what was going to be the ‘hot supper’. Maybe it was me? Maybe these savage cannibals were going to warm me up and try to eat me? It wouldn’t surprise me to be honest. At least that wouldn’t be boring or dull or pointless or like…
Phoenix Lestrange: I have no idea who this chick is but I believe she is apart of that underwhelming tag team… Haven’s Gate? Safe Haven? Haven or Hell? It couldn’t just be HAVEN, right? No way they were THAT boring… right? RIGHT!?!? Anyway another disappointment to the latest crop of new OCW signees. I believe they were hired under ol’ Vick’s administration. Makes sense. I don’t expect much of a showing here. If you get anything out of this it will likely be in the replay footage they show when I beat you.
Hearing chatter inside the Strayter’s home. I paused to listen a bit but couldn’t make it out. The porch was covered with a variety of dead plants. Including this single dying rose dangling off the window stand. It was a sad sight. It reminded me of…
Midnight Rose: Midnight has surprised me to be honest. She can be hit or miss in the ring to be honest. She can bring her A-Game and kick some serious ass or in most cases… fail to deliver in every aspect. I i do mean every aspect. From her boring promo skills, to her failed in ring attempts at trying to get over and to even her trainer, the most boring and generic kidnapper in OCW history, Easton Alexander. When you[‘re trainer can't accomplish a damn thing in this business it’s very unlikely you will either, Moonlight. Not saying give up the ‘dream’ just suggesting get a better ‘teacher’. You have potential. No doubt.
I hesitated before I knocked on the Strayters household. It sounded like some generic 80s glam rock playing inside. Maybe they aren’t bad people. So I knocked three times. The chatter inside stopped. The music volume was turned down from 11 to 2. It took over a minute before I heard someone approaching the door. It opened. It was Gordy. He hugged me on the front porch. I nearly vomited as i felt his large prickly yet somewhat ‘crusty’ beard touch my cheek.
Gordy: DIANA! So thrilled you made it! Wow! We thought for a second it might have been a police officer. Or worse yet, TWO police officers. GUYS! IT’S MY BEST FRIEND, DIANA!
Gordy shouted back to his family who can be clearly seen in the background though they were trying to hide. I waved as they slowly and quietly came out more in sight.
Diana: Best friend? Well… okay then.
I stood there awkwardly, motioning if I should enter or not. Gordy picked up the hint and let me inside the house. There they all were. The elderly heavy set Auntie D-Bag. The twins, Valerie and Velma. The crossdressing brother (sister?) Tamera. And was ‘Crazy’ Cazz in her Scream mask. I gently waved to them as they awkwardly approached me. Were they going to kill me? Kill the Watts? Kill…
Killian Neville: I am not sure about this guy. I am not familiar with you to be honest but I do believe we came to OCW around the same time(?). And you were talked about more than the rest of the new crop of OCW talent at the time. But not for your talent inside the squared circle. But I believe due to the fact that you may or may not have killed someone. Hmm. Well that’s one way to get recognized here in OCW, I guess. I also know you kind of came and went. Vanished when the pressure got too hot. Hey, we’ve all been there. But I seriously doubt on this return you will be able to remain stable and get any over then you have before. But I am interested to see what you do in the ring. Impressive or likely not.
D-Bag: Hun, get in here out of the cold. God, aren’t you pretty. You should see the ‘girls’ Gordy brings home every full moon. Those ‘girls’ would look and smell like old stinky dogs. You’re a 10 compared to those ‘girls’...
Diana: Thanks?
I was a little insulted that I was only a 10 in the looks and smelling department due to Gordy’s standard dog like women he brings home. But a compliment was a compliment. And I knew she meant well. What kind of standard were these women? Speaking of standards…
Stan: Stan the man? Stan the Standard. I like it. Good marketing on a name. I dig it a lot. And for what I’ve seen from you (which is a little) you can bring it in the ring. And making an impact early on in your OCW career. Getting notice. Traction. That’s cool. However… you also appear to be missing a few bricks for a full load. A couple cans short of a six pack? Out for lunch if you will… Um… crazy. Looney. Wacky. You’re nuts, guy. I don’t know if maybe Momma Stand dropped you on your head as a baby or you were born with a birth defect. I am not to judge. But it’s most likely you have chosen this madness. Well Mad Stan. I can be crazy too. And i plan to out wrestle you, out perform you and even out crazy you. That’s WATTS up, Standard Stanley. (see I can market myself too)
Diana: So what’s cooking for dinner guys? It smells very, um, very… um… it smells!
I laughed (politely) as I took off my coat and handed it too Gordy. He smelled it as Auntie D-Bag gave me a huge hug.
D-Bag: Dear, it smells alright. And I am not quite sure what is cooking. Gordy brought home something that appeared to look like ‘meat’ after his Fish Head’s shit. I skinned the animal…? And pulled out the guts and bones. I threw it on a tray and put the oven on broil for 30 minutes. Don’t don’t worry dear. We got lot’s of condiments to dip into to flavor the taste of the… animal? Ketchup. Barbeque Sauce. And even some of that Extra Chunky Owl Is Night Mustard. Gonna be gooooo-OOO-oood eatin’ hun. Come sit at the table sweetie and talk with the girls and we’ll serve you up. My babies lady doesn’t have to lift a finger. Though next time you should throw some pantyhose under that adorable dress of yours, hun. It’s what a lady wears… I have three layers on myself. Helps hide the leg hair, ya know? Sit, sit, sit…
After showing me her layered sheer legs. She pulled out a chair for me to sit down at.
Diana: Actually… um… without sounding course. Um… bathroom?
Gordy: Making water or dookie?
Diana: I beg your pardon
D-Bag: GORDON! Never ask a lovely lady if she got to take a greasy shit! That’s not gentlemen like.
Gordy: Sorry, Auntie. Sorry… Diana…
Diana: Alright?
D-Bag: He only asks because the plumbing her is a little iffy, ya know? The upstairs toilet doesn’t flush dirty shit logs. Clogs up the bowl. Unless you have filthy diarrhea brewing then it should go down the pipes fine. But if it’s solid turds of shit, you need to use Gordy’s bedroom washroom in the basement.
Diana: Um… only a pee.
D-Bag: Oh… then up the stairs and to the left. It’s the door with the words “SHITTER” stenciled on it in a magic marker.
Diana: Um, thanks. I’ll be a minute.
D-Bag: Take your time, dear.
I looked at the open staircase and I held down the hem of my dress. I could imagine every family member in that house looking up my dress to take a peek at my undies. So quickly I rushed up the stairs. WHERE THE HELL AM I? I mouth quietly to myself. I have never seen anything like this before. Nothing like this in my entire life. Yet they seemed more natural and realer than any of those weird family of wrestling biker Strater’s I have come across in OCW during 2022. Wow. Nothing… nothing?
Delia Black: Hmm? Delia Black? I… um… I have nothing. Nothing… I looked you up quickly and couldn’t find a thing. So I won’t dwell on you as much as the others. Just be prepared to bring your best at Decadence, chicka. If not… don’t show up at all.
Finding the door marked “SHITTER” I opened it to find a somewhat decently clean bathroom. I was shocked. These dirt bags actually have a proper hygienic toilet seat and bathroom area. Even on the clean mirror I spotted a list of things. I looked it over.
LIST OF THINGS TO DO:
#1, Purchase more toilet tissue. Free news paper is rough on the tushy.
#2. Toothpaste is too expensive. Try grinding mints, flour and water together into a 'slime'. Same thing.
#3. No more tampons. Too expensive. Homemade maxi pads (sponge & scotch tape) are easier and more efficient.
#4. Out of razors. Lol. Strayters don’t shave.
REAL #4: Soap. Reminder, Gordon. Do not insert into anus hole.
#5. Wash your hands. : )
Ew. Rubbing my hands on my face I couldn't believe where I was. WTF? Now that was a list alright. A list?
Dylan Thomas: The A-Lister himself. The man I beat to get my first major win in OCW. And it’s all been down hill for us since that. You have been on some what a losing streak as have I. I still consider you one of the better stars in OCW. But your star has fallen, Mr. Thomas. Like I said above have been looked at as losers of sorts. But the difference is, I am finding my place, my direction, my character in OCW in this new 2023 year. You have been lost for a long time. And I still consider my victory over you on OCW Equality a huge success for me. But when you lose again and I am the winner of the New Years Ball match. My stock will rise to the top of OCW and you, Mr. A-List, will remain a lower tier OCW star existing in mediocrity. But it will be nice to wrestle you again…
After covering the toilet seat withj 3 layers of tissue. I did my business, flushed, washed up and went down the stairs wherever Strayter was sitting around the dining room table. I walked down the stairs. It actually looked kind of nice. As my father and mother were never this family like, even as a young girl. Dad was always flirting with college students and mom was busier with older gross and hairy mustachioed lawyers (Ew!). Gordy stood up and like a gentleman pulled out my chair. I sat down looking at this family of misfits. And it actually seemed a little bit more ‘normal’ than the dinners i’ve ever had..
Diana: This is really lovely, guys. Thanks for having me.
D-Bag: No worries, hun. Let’s eat.
The opened the pot and revealed the meal. A burnt to a crisp, smoking large male cat… I think? It stunk to high heaven. Covering my mouth, Gordy handed me a ‘slice’ and a glass of lime koolaid.
Diana Watts: New year. New girl. New direction. New opportunities. New Years Ball Match? NEW OCW CRAZE CHAMPION! The future is bright for Diana Watts. And that's WATTS' UP!
