Post by Admin on Apr 14, 2022 20:44:15 GMT
Strader Tent City
Unknown Island
April 14th, 2022
Tamika Strader has a small bag over her shoulder that holds some clean panties, a clean t-shirt, her LuLuLemons, and basic shower supplies. However, there was no shower, but she did find a private Hot Spring close by, which felt good on the muscles, especially after training in the harsh conditions the OCW talent and crew had been surviving in since they crash-landed the day after Luck of the Violent.
“Man, I didn’t even get to have a scissoring celebration– wow, speaking of scissoring….”
Straight ahead, Tamika would like to say she is surprised, but she isn’t: Victoria and Maxine “Mad Max” Riggs are in the Hot Spring mauling one another. Just before Tamika can make herself known, The LEO falls out of the tree, quickly doing up his pants.
“Damn it, Leo, were you spying on us?”
“He sure was, tugging on his pud,” she says with a laugh as her right hand performs a jerk-off motion. “Oh wait, it’s Leo. That trouser snake is a two-hander.”
“Two-hander? Good for you, Leo; now get the heck out of here before Max stretches you.”
“Putain de singe stupide,” her thick French Canadian accent sends Leo running. “Come see me later, ok?” Vee nods and kisses Max. She stands up, and all her special areas have a black block over them with the OCW logo on them.
Tamika put down her bag, grabbing her shampoo. She strips to her skivvies as Victoria puts on her swimsuit she borrowed from her mamabear. Tamika wets down her hair and lathers up with her fancy shampoo.
“So, Maxine again, eh?”
“She’s… familiar. Not like I have had the time to meet new people.”
“Point taken, but a lot of heartache came through last time for you, ya know?”
“I know. It’s nothing serious, Auntie Tee. I’m only human; well, I don’t know if that’s true with everything that’s happened since September. I might not be. However, if Ronnie can do what she does with Christian, I can find some good times.”
“No judgement from me, kiddo. I have missed the hell out of Sam that I have been flirting with a guy in jail. Do what you gotta do.”
A little while later, Tamika is back at the camp, and she’s looking for her sister, but Meghan is nowhere in sight. She sees the Knifeman and waves him over.
“Knifey, my man! You good with a cell camera?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Wait, you can talk?!”
“Depends on the day and how I am feeling.”
“Well, smack my ass and call me Charlie. Alright, well, care to film a little something for me?”
Tamika hands her phone to The Knife Man. He gives her a slash countdown with his knife.
“OCW Faithful! It’s your favourite Craze Champion! Now, I don’t really plan on keeping you too long (I am saving that for Mr. Storm). Still, I felt obligated to say a few words to all of you and, of course, the STAR of Monday Night Equality; Whisper Mendoza.”
“I’m not gonna sit here on this log and say I don’t know who you are or that you don’t matter. It was you and Fuckin’ Wendy that my niece absolutely wrecked to begin her reign as the Trans Atlantic Champion.”
“Plus, you have quite the following after some idiot (probably a French Canadian douchebag) started the whole “WhisperWinsOrWeRiot” hashtag stuff. So you seemingly have charisma, and your whispering schtick is actually fairly original in this industry. However, that’s not going to save you from me.”
“Meghan might be the mom around here, but I am the Auntie, and Auntie Teebag needs to loosen up her joints before taking on Mark Storm at Technical Difficulties. Unfortunately for you, that means another Strader is going to put you down.”
“Listen closely… shhh… do you hear that?”
Tamika sneers for the cell camera as we fade out, wondering how the fuck they were able to upload this small vignette.
Unknown Island
April 14th, 2022
Tamika Strader has a small bag over her shoulder that holds some clean panties, a clean t-shirt, her LuLuLemons, and basic shower supplies. However, there was no shower, but she did find a private Hot Spring close by, which felt good on the muscles, especially after training in the harsh conditions the OCW talent and crew had been surviving in since they crash-landed the day after Luck of the Violent.
“Man, I didn’t even get to have a scissoring celebration– wow, speaking of scissoring….”
Straight ahead, Tamika would like to say she is surprised, but she isn’t: Victoria and Maxine “Mad Max” Riggs are in the Hot Spring mauling one another. Just before Tamika can make herself known, The LEO falls out of the tree, quickly doing up his pants.
“Damn it, Leo, were you spying on us?”
“He sure was, tugging on his pud,” she says with a laugh as her right hand performs a jerk-off motion. “Oh wait, it’s Leo. That trouser snake is a two-hander.”
“Two-hander? Good for you, Leo; now get the heck out of here before Max stretches you.”
“Putain de singe stupide,” her thick French Canadian accent sends Leo running. “Come see me later, ok?” Vee nods and kisses Max. She stands up, and all her special areas have a black block over them with the OCW logo on them.
Tamika put down her bag, grabbing her shampoo. She strips to her skivvies as Victoria puts on her swimsuit she borrowed from her mamabear. Tamika wets down her hair and lathers up with her fancy shampoo.
“So, Maxine again, eh?”
“She’s… familiar. Not like I have had the time to meet new people.”
“Point taken, but a lot of heartache came through last time for you, ya know?”
“I know. It’s nothing serious, Auntie Tee. I’m only human; well, I don’t know if that’s true with everything that’s happened since September. I might not be. However, if Ronnie can do what she does with Christian, I can find some good times.”
“No judgement from me, kiddo. I have missed the hell out of Sam that I have been flirting with a guy in jail. Do what you gotta do.”
A little while later, Tamika is back at the camp, and she’s looking for her sister, but Meghan is nowhere in sight. She sees the Knifeman and waves him over.
“Knifey, my man! You good with a cell camera?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Wait, you can talk?!”
“Depends on the day and how I am feeling.”
“Well, smack my ass and call me Charlie. Alright, well, care to film a little something for me?”
Tamika hands her phone to The Knife Man. He gives her a slash countdown with his knife.
“OCW Faithful! It’s your favourite Craze Champion! Now, I don’t really plan on keeping you too long (I am saving that for Mr. Storm). Still, I felt obligated to say a few words to all of you and, of course, the STAR of Monday Night Equality; Whisper Mendoza.”
“I’m not gonna sit here on this log and say I don’t know who you are or that you don’t matter. It was you and Fuckin’ Wendy that my niece absolutely wrecked to begin her reign as the Trans Atlantic Champion.”
“Plus, you have quite the following after some idiot (probably a French Canadian douchebag) started the whole “WhisperWinsOrWeRiot” hashtag stuff. So you seemingly have charisma, and your whispering schtick is actually fairly original in this industry. However, that’s not going to save you from me.”
“Meghan might be the mom around here, but I am the Auntie, and Auntie Teebag needs to loosen up her joints before taking on Mark Storm at Technical Difficulties. Unfortunately for you, that means another Strader is going to put you down.”
“Listen closely… shhh… do you hear that?”
Tamika sneers for the cell camera as we fade out, wondering how the fuck they were able to upload this small vignette.
