Corey Fucking LazarusCamera On
[Tamika Nash Strader’s face engulfs our screen as we open up in Osaka, Japan. Tamika’s paternal twin, John ‘Xaun’ Strader, is with her as they walk down the Japanese city’s streets. They look pretty tired, and almost have a hardened look after losing their mother not too long ago. Scene’s flash on the screen of Tamika riding on the back of her father’s Harley at her mother’s funeral precession. John stops, and Tamika does a couple steps ahead of him realizing he wasn’t beside her anymore.]
TNS: “What’s wrong?”
JNS: “I don’t Meghan came this way.”
TNS: “Hmmph. Then which way did she go?”
[John shrugs his shoulders as he sits down on a nearby bench. Tamika sighs, and sits down beside her brother. John is almost a spitting image of his father. Long dirty blonde hair, goatee, but his eyes aren’t icy like his fathers, but deeper like his deceased mothers. He even dresses like Scott with blue jeans, black Harley Davidson boots, a collared white shirt that has the top few buttons undone and his sleeves are rolled up. Tamika is as beautiful as ever, wearing white capris, and a white tank top.]
TNS: “We have to find her John…”
JNS: “Why would she even believe a word that monster says?”
TNS: “If there was a chance our mother was alive, would you not search?”
[John gives her a small glare.]
JNS: “She is not her mother.”
TNS: “She’s the closest thing to a mother Meghan ever had, can’t you just try and be supportive?”
[John sighs a bit. He’s never really understood the bond Meghan and Tamika have, but regardless of how he feels about his oldest sister, he loves his twin and will do anything for her. John slowly nods. Tamika’s cell phone begins to ring, as she pulls out her Samsung Omnia 2. Meghan’s smiling face is on her display as an incoming call. She answers.]
TNS: “Where the hell are you?”
[Tamika just nods, as if Meghan can see her, and eventually hangs up after a couple minutes. She gets up and hails a passing by cab. John lifts his hands, palms up, shrugging. Tamika just motions for him to get into the cab.]
Off Camera
[Meghan’s world has just been turned upside down. After deciding to say screw it to the win loss column in the PWA at this past weekend’s ‘Out of Control’, Meghan pretty much brought Ai Mei Montrose’s career to a halt. She did what only others have dreamed in doing, and that’s put Wild Chylde out of commission. What happened later that night is what sent Meghan and her siblings to Osaka.]
Post-Out of Control, 12:05 AM
[The Cowgirls from hell sit in their locker room, watching the PPV wrap up, when a letter comes sliding across the floor from the door. Meghan slowly gets up, and picks up the letter. She opens it slowly, after twenty seconds of reading, Meghan’s right hand, which hold the letter, falls to her side, and Tamika picks up the letter. She reads it out loud.]
TNS: “Dearest Meghan… I’ve decided to give you a little treat. Remember all those years ago, when your moronic father and your slutty little self thought I killed Amy? Your apparent ‘mother’ and your fathers wife? Guess what little Strader… Amy isn’t really six feet under. Infact she’s three stories above ground in her apartment in Osaka, Japan. Merry early Christmas Meggy.”
“Oh my God…”
[Meghan gives her head a shake and opens her eyes as we are back in Osaka. Meghan sits in this small Japanese apartment, at a Kotatsu, across from a woman she had thought was dead. The flaming red hair, the emerald green eyes, the tattoos that cover her shoulders and parts of her arms could only mean its one person... It’s Amy Nash Strader.]
Amy: “I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t know who you are, Miss… Strader, is it?”
[Meghan looks at this woman, in disbelief.]
MNS: “What is your full name?”
Amy: “Amy Elizabeth Stratten.”
[Meghan just shakes her head. She thinks to herself ‘Why doesn’t she remember me or even my idiot father?’ At that there is a knock at the door; Amy stands up, readjusting her black kimono, and answers it. The look on the twins face is of pure shock. Sure, Tamika had read the letter, but really can you trust Ai Mei? The scene slowly fades away…]
Camera On
[… We reopen at the home of Meghan and Tamika Nash Strader in California. Venice Beach; home of muscle beach, and where The Doors first formed. Meghan sits in the sand, in a pair daisy duke cut-offs, a Superman t-shirt, and a pair of black wrap around sunglasses. She smokes gently on a cigarette, as we see the sun begin its descent. She exhales the nicotine filled smoke, as Harold begins filming.]
MNS: “Corey ‘Fucking’ Lazarus. There’s one thing I cannot deny and that was your fighting effort in our last meeting. You even managed to make it look like Deacon Frost still had a career here. So I understand our gracious GM’s decision.”
“Something that everyone in the PWA has noticed Corey is the fact our names draw money. Sure, you can lay claim I rode my father’s coat tails to where my sister and I are. The thing is, I’ve been with my old man or with Michael Craiford, better known to most as DeathSun, their entire careers. I learned from two veterans, and over the past couple months it started to shine through. Anyone can say what they want about Payton Strader aka tHE dREAM rEAPER, but look at the score sheet. Ten World title reigns, many with multiple, successful, wins. He’s even beat the great owner of the PWA, in his own Bloodlust stipulation match nonetheless.”
“What I’m trying to say Corey is that, I’m a fighter, I’m a third generation wrestler. William, Scott, and now me. It’s unfortunate that you don’t have someone to carry on your greatness. Because whether I like to admit it or not, your one of the best the wrestling world has ever seen. People seem to forget that, and when they do, they lose to you. That’s life babe. Rock and fucking roll.”
[Meghan flicks the end of her cigarette with her thumb as it the ash falls off. She takes another drag.]
MNS: “That’s not my life though… babe. I know exactly what you’re capable of. I want you to remember one thing though Corey, remember what I did to Ai Mei? I liked it. In fact, you could say I may have discovered something about myself in that match. If there was any innocence left in my body, it all disappeared after this past Sunday.”
“I’m ready for what you’re going to bring Corey. I’m also aware you’re going to receive another shot at mine and my sister’s titles. You and Deacon did well. Like I said before, you made Deacon look good, and at a couple moments Deacon made you look good. Good chemistry. You are kind of like my father in that way. Blitz, Makaveli, Hartman, Chimaira and Kumquat Kid? Kind of like you with all your random partners. Maybe that’s why I look at you differently than I do the other so called talent.”
“You can back up what you say. The Cowgirls, and myself in singles competition has shown we are then capable of backing it up. So should a collision of this magnitude be left to a ‘standard wrestling match’?”
[Meghan butts out her cigarette in the sand beside her.]
MNS: “Let’s kick it up a notch shall we? I’ll even let you decide. You’re always showing why you deserve to be in the main event… it’s my turn. Ball is in your court Corey. Whatever you pick my dear, I look forward it to it.”
[Meghan motions for the camera to stop. Harold stops recording, and packs up his things. Meghan hands him a money clip with some with a thick stack of Andrew Jacksons. Meghan stands up, grabbing her cigarette butt and makes her way back to her beach house. As she approaches she can see Amy standing on her deck. She found something that was once hers, even if she doesn’t remember it. Home. Meghan climbs up the side, as its quicker than the stairs, and hops over. Amy looks confused and shakes her head.]
MNS: “What’s wrong Amy?”
Amy: “Ahh… nothing. Felt like déjà vu.”
[A smile creeps across Meghan’s face.]
MNS: “I used to scare you and dad when I would come climbing up over the rail while you watched the sunset. You used to get so mad, it was funny.”
Amy: “Maybe… I don’t know. This place… feels familiar.”
MNS: “It should, you and Scott were starting a life together here. You got married here.”
Amy: “Maybe if I meet this Scott?”
MNS: “You will. The old bastard doesn’t ever answer his cell, and he doesn’t have voicemail----”
[Amy cuts Meghan off.]
Amy: “Don’t call Scotty that. He loves you with all his heart!”
[Amy turns her back and looks out at the ocean. Meghan is upset that she made Amy angry, but she hopes she sparked something in form of a memory. Meghan comes up behind her, and Amy turns around quickly and begins apologizing.]
Amy: “I’m sorry, you have been nothing but sweet to me since we met, I shouldn’t have gone off like that. I don’t even know your father. Perhaps he is a bastard.”
[Meghan thinks to herself ,’Oh I’m sure you’ll remember that he is.’]
MNS: “We go see Doctor Wong tomorrow. Hopefully he can help us along the way.”
[Fade to black.]
