Post by Deleted on May 14, 2021 20:20:33 GMT -5
Fire Station Clubhouse
Redwood City, California
May 11th, 2021
Tamika stands in a ring in the main hall where Firetrucks use to park and where John did have his bikes, but he’s gone almost nomad these days and told his sisters they could stay at the fire station. Originally it was supposed to be the clubhouse of a new Brothers of Mayhem Charter. Still, he decided to put a charter in Reno, Nevada instead and spent time getting the new charter setup, but that's a story for another time and place. Tamika is in a pair of pink spandex, white Nike Air Jordans, an old CFH t-shirt that has seen better days, and she pulled back tight. She’s awaiting Max and Cara to come downstairs. After a few moments, Maxine and Cara slide down the pole into the hall and walk towards the ring.
“Ok, ladies, let's get to work,” Tamika says firmly, taking her interim leadership seriously.
“Oui, we are ready,” replies Max in her ring gear of a green fitted tank and green wrestling tights with gold flaps going around her underwear like tights.
“So like, Aunt Meeks, we can practice our finishers?” Cara asks, eyes redder than a can of Coca-Cola. Cara has black pants fitted and a pink Victoria Strader t-shirt from WrestleWorld, which she has tied the bottom into a knot to show her midsection. The ladies enter the ring and stand in front of the OG Cowgirl From Hell.
“That any other things you need to know. The one thing that makes the Cowgirls special is the symbiotic relationship we share in and out of the ring. Meghan and I could see four steps ahead of our opponents, and we knew what each other was going to do without saying it,” she says, trying to get across the ring philosophy and culture of the Cowgirls From Hell. She leans back against the ropes. “This is what this session is going to be about, learning everything about each other. This is more for you, Cara, as Meghan, Max and I have been together before.”
“I am picking up what you're putting down, Auntie,” she says, the weed kicking in now.
“Carebear, try not to toke before the match, ok? Please.” Tamika isn’t some anti-pot boomer either, but she would be in for a surprise as marijuana for Cara was like spinach to Popeye.
The three Cowgirls sit down crossed-legged in the centre of the squared circle, preparing for their match-up.
Southbound Interstate 45
Houston, Texas
May 12th, 2021
The night’s sky had settled in as the moon peeked out from the heavily clouded sky. Still, if you looked close enough, you could see the stars hiding behind them. Tamika had decided the words from the Busch Brothers had a grain of truth and was riding her Sportster the nineteen hundred miles while Max drove behind her with the pot-smoking Cara. Tamika doesn’t support intoxicated driving or riding. Since Victoria was on the Wrestleworld Island, she let them take Meghan’s old silver 1998 Pontiac Trans Am she gave Victoria since she was either on her bike, a private jet, or as of recently, some form of police vehicle. Tamika’s eyes scan the road from behind her Harley Davidson riding glasses and spots her turn off, a backroads way into the Strader Compound. The dirt kicks up dust as her two wheels spin down the road, followed by Max and her niece. The women roll up onto the third house on the massive compound of the Strader family on a very simple two-storey ranch house. Fun fact: this was the original piece of land the late SNS purchased that grew into the family-owned land today. Tamika doesn’t even have her helmet unsnapped before she is greeted by her big sister, the head of the family, in what can only be described as a bear hug.
“Damn Megz, at least let me get off the bike, would ya?” Tamika asks, returning the hug.
“Oh yeah, yes, of course,” Meghan says, stepping back to let her do just that. “Thank you so much for finding Felicia. She has been a lifesaver!”
Tamika finally takes her helmet off, placing it on the throttle of her Sportster.
“More like she found me,” Tamika responds, motioning for Max and Cara to hurry up, but Cara had convinced Max to take a drag, and while a big Brickhouse, she was a marijawatchy lightweight.
Meghan’s eyes go wide, and she rushes to Cara as soon as she sees her, embracing her the same way she did her little sister. Meghan leans back a bit to look at her.
“My gorgeous little stoner,” she says with a slight chuckle. “Tell me you didn’t get Max high,” she says, trying to look into Max’s eyes. “Alright, Ladies, we need to get ready for Revolution.”
“Wait, did you get cleared, ma?” Cara asks, confused.
Meghan shakes her head.
“No, but it doesn’t mean I won’t be there,” Meghan says with the family sneer plastered across the bottom half of her face.
“Let’s go inside and get started, shall we?” Tamika motions to the girls to follow her and her big sister inside.
“So what’s the plan?” Cara asks, running to catch up. Her mother looks back at her and smiles widely.
“Oh, just our mission statement, come inside and I’ll explain everything.”
Redwood City, California
May 11th, 2021
Tamika stands in a ring in the main hall where Firetrucks use to park and where John did have his bikes, but he’s gone almost nomad these days and told his sisters they could stay at the fire station. Originally it was supposed to be the clubhouse of a new Brothers of Mayhem Charter. Still, he decided to put a charter in Reno, Nevada instead and spent time getting the new charter setup, but that's a story for another time and place. Tamika is in a pair of pink spandex, white Nike Air Jordans, an old CFH t-shirt that has seen better days, and she pulled back tight. She’s awaiting Max and Cara to come downstairs. After a few moments, Maxine and Cara slide down the pole into the hall and walk towards the ring.
“Ok, ladies, let's get to work,” Tamika says firmly, taking her interim leadership seriously.
“Oui, we are ready,” replies Max in her ring gear of a green fitted tank and green wrestling tights with gold flaps going around her underwear like tights.
“So like, Aunt Meeks, we can practice our finishers?” Cara asks, eyes redder than a can of Coca-Cola. Cara has black pants fitted and a pink Victoria Strader t-shirt from WrestleWorld, which she has tied the bottom into a knot to show her midsection. The ladies enter the ring and stand in front of the OG Cowgirl From Hell.
“That any other things you need to know. The one thing that makes the Cowgirls special is the symbiotic relationship we share in and out of the ring. Meghan and I could see four steps ahead of our opponents, and we knew what each other was going to do without saying it,” she says, trying to get across the ring philosophy and culture of the Cowgirls From Hell. She leans back against the ropes. “This is what this session is going to be about, learning everything about each other. This is more for you, Cara, as Meghan, Max and I have been together before.”
“I am picking up what you're putting down, Auntie,” she says, the weed kicking in now.
“Carebear, try not to toke before the match, ok? Please.” Tamika isn’t some anti-pot boomer either, but she would be in for a surprise as marijuana for Cara was like spinach to Popeye.
The three Cowgirls sit down crossed-legged in the centre of the squared circle, preparing for their match-up.
Southbound Interstate 45
Houston, Texas
May 12th, 2021
The night’s sky had settled in as the moon peeked out from the heavily clouded sky. Still, if you looked close enough, you could see the stars hiding behind them. Tamika had decided the words from the Busch Brothers had a grain of truth and was riding her Sportster the nineteen hundred miles while Max drove behind her with the pot-smoking Cara. Tamika doesn’t support intoxicated driving or riding. Since Victoria was on the Wrestleworld Island, she let them take Meghan’s old silver 1998 Pontiac Trans Am she gave Victoria since she was either on her bike, a private jet, or as of recently, some form of police vehicle. Tamika’s eyes scan the road from behind her Harley Davidson riding glasses and spots her turn off, a backroads way into the Strader Compound. The dirt kicks up dust as her two wheels spin down the road, followed by Max and her niece. The women roll up onto the third house on the massive compound of the Strader family on a very simple two-storey ranch house. Fun fact: this was the original piece of land the late SNS purchased that grew into the family-owned land today. Tamika doesn’t even have her helmet unsnapped before she is greeted by her big sister, the head of the family, in what can only be described as a bear hug.
“Damn Megz, at least let me get off the bike, would ya?” Tamika asks, returning the hug.
“Oh yeah, yes, of course,” Meghan says, stepping back to let her do just that. “Thank you so much for finding Felicia. She has been a lifesaver!”
Tamika finally takes her helmet off, placing it on the throttle of her Sportster.
“More like she found me,” Tamika responds, motioning for Max and Cara to hurry up, but Cara had convinced Max to take a drag, and while a big Brickhouse, she was a marijawatchy lightweight.
Meghan’s eyes go wide, and she rushes to Cara as soon as she sees her, embracing her the same way she did her little sister. Meghan leans back a bit to look at her.
“My gorgeous little stoner,” she says with a slight chuckle. “Tell me you didn’t get Max high,” she says, trying to look into Max’s eyes. “Alright, Ladies, we need to get ready for Revolution.”
“Wait, did you get cleared, ma?” Cara asks, confused.
Meghan shakes her head.
“No, but it doesn’t mean I won’t be there,” Meghan says with the family sneer plastered across the bottom half of her face.
“Let’s go inside and get started, shall we?” Tamika motions to the girls to follow her and her big sister inside.
“So what’s the plan?” Cara asks, running to catch up. Her mother looks back at her and smiles widely.
“Oh, just our mission statement, come inside and I’ll explain everything.”