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Meghan Strader vs. La Pequena Luz - Konrad Raab - 10-28-2025
SCW United States Championship
2 RP Limit for singles
3500 Word Per RP
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm Saturday, November 1, 2025
RE: Meghan Strader vs. La Pequena Luz - CowgirlsFromHell - 10-31-2025
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RE: Meghan Strader vs. La Pequena Luz - Wisteria Waltz - 10-31-2025
OOC: In terms of chronological reading order regarding my characters for this PPV, Amelia's CD takes place first, then Luz's (this one) is second.
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If La Pequeña Luz had one wish about this time of year, it would've been for things to have been quiet and, ideally, more successful.
It was hard to ignore how important this period was for Luz for a number of reasons. For one thing, Día de Muertos, one of the most important holidays in her culture, was almost here. Unfortunately, Luz would have to miss the usual festivities in her hometown because Under Attack just so happened to fall on November 2nd this year, and while last year she'd been able to swing a short notice trip from Tulancingo to Detroit with enough time to spare after celebrating to get ready for battle (thanks in large part to Selena Frost and her private jet), trying to do the same to Minneapolis this year seemed unreasonable with a shorter window.
Perhaps just as importantly, November 2nd officially marked her one year anniversary of being married to Amelia.
Now, normally that thought would have Luz over the moon and planning something big to celebrate the occasion, but once again, Under Attack landing on that specific day kind of threw a wrench into things, and as much as Luz wanted to celebrate one year of being married to the most incredible woman she'd ever known, she was at least aware enough to not want to risk compromising their focus. As per usual, Under Attack was going to be a big night for them, as while Amelia was looking to repeat their huge tag team victory over Syren at this very same event two years ago except one-on-one this time, Luz was going to have to survive the challenge of Meghan Strader for her United States Title.
If Luz had her way, maybe things could have turned out a little differently. Maybe her Trios team could have found a way to make it to the finals, maybe she and Amelia could've had a bizarre anniversary by facing off in the finals and throwing everything they had at one another like only they could. Truthfully, she could've done without the absolute chaos that had erupted at the start of last Breakdown that saw CHBK get injured by Waylon Creek and had ultimately led to Meghan banging on their door to not only challenge Luz, but also give her plenty of reason to want to prove to the Cowgirl From Hell that just because The Light In The Darkness did things their own way didn't make them weak.
It was a lesson they had taught two other Straders, Veronica and Cara, last year on multiple occasions, but it seemed that respect did not carry over to the family matriarch, despite Amelia proving she had been a trustworthy partner during the two's Trios run, even with Gavin and his antics in the equation as well.
As much as it hurt her to admit, a small part of Luz was a little glad that she didn't have to worry about Trios anymore for this year. Trying to navigate her team had been difficult all on its own, from Ryan trying to take her out so she could be replaced by an alternate to herself being taken out and Simon Lyman, the man responsible, conveniently taking her place. It was also hard not to feel the tension from having to work with Chris Cannon, who was at least willing to cooperate if it meant getting that contract even if he had every reason to not be a fan of Luz after Amelia had beaten him back at Rise to Greatness and then used her contract she'd won last year to take a shot at the prize they knew Chris wanted.
Luz had also made it pretty clear she was a little put off by what Simon had done and the fact that he'd conveniently benefited from it, even if it meant she actually had a more cohesive team in the aftermath. All in all, it was one big awkward mess and she hoped that if she got another opportunity in next year's tournament, things would hopefully go much smoother like her prior two teams had been.
She really didn't like that all of this was juggling around in her brain after she and Amelia had left Pittsburgh, taking a huge detour so they could head down to Tulancingo. Even if they couldn't be a part of the proper celebration this year because of where Under Attack fell on the schedule, that didn't mean they still couldn't embrace the spirit of the holiday beforehand while they had the chance. That was why they were still heading down, with the plan being to help Camila and Valentina in setting up the ofrenda around the grave of El Espíritu Angélico and then speaking with his spirit before they walked into a night that promised tough challenges and hopefully huge boosts if they were both able to win this time.
If Luz was being honest with herself, she knew that she needed this chance to talk with her father. Finally being able to meet with Dr. Celine Bolton, the NCA-contracted therapist, a few days ago and technically have their first session with her had already helped immensely, even if all they'd really done was give their perspective on the issues she already knew she would be handling with them. She'd explained it still went a long way in helping her understand their experiences to know what was going on in their heads, which was why she was now working on a plan to help them based on what she'd learned. Admittedly, trying to make that happen in the first place had been a bit of a hassle because of the constant travel for SCW, but now that the ball was rolling, hopefully they could figure out a schedule to make sure the couple got the help they sorely needed.
If Luz felt she'd made any blunders with that first session in their hotel room, it was the fact that she had abstained from wanting to explain her past like Amelia had. She hadn't been lying when she told Celine that she would prefer if her mom was present when she explained herself, as despite things improving immensely between them it still felt like that old rift between daughter and mother in the wake of her father's passing needed to be addressed once and for all, but she hadn't entirely been truthful either. Of equal importance to her in that moment was letting Amelia take the lead as Luz was downplaying her issues by comparison... again.
'I know I need to stop doing that,' she reasoned with herself on the flight. 'I just... I think Amelia needs her past addressed more than I do. She may hide it, but I know she's been struggling with that World Title loss and me being U.S. Champion while singles gold still eludes her. Oh Amelia... why couldn't you have parents that didn't royally suck?'
No matter how much she thought about it, that seemed like one of those questions that just couldn't be answered.
Even still, it seemed like their first session had still yielded some results. In the training they had gotten in between that day and coming down to Tulancingo, Amelia seemed to be more radiating a new confidence in herself that had been shaky at best before. It wasn't perfect, as Luz knew her beloved well enough to still see the doubt that crept in every now and then, but it was already a vast improvement from whenever Amelia trained during a time where she'd been struggling in the face of failures. To that end, Luz could only hope to further empower her as she pushed herself as well, the two of them now in the middle of the embers of the war between Syren and Meghan Strader and looking to simply make the most of it to keep pushing themselves forward.
That said, Celine wasn't simply going to go radio silent while she forged a plan to help them, as evidenced by the fact that Amelia was currently texting with her while Luz drove them to the cemetery where her father rested, and the very same cemetery where their matrimony had been blessed by the spirits of the departed giving them strength and guidance.
“So, Celine actually raised an interesting point,” Amelia suddenly said.
“¿Ah, sí?” Luz replied in Spanish, which immediately got Amelia's attention. “¿De qué se trata?”
“...before I tell you,” Amelia carefully said as she reached over, her free hand resting on Luz's against the steering wheel even as she continued to drive. “Talk to me. I can hear the nerves in your native tongue, hermosa.”
Luz let out a bitter chuckle. “Nothing gets past you, huh Ames?”
“When it comes to you? Never,” Amelia smiled softly. “Now spill.”
“It's just... I'm nervous,” Luz admitted. “Not about Under Attack. I promise you I'm focused on Meghan and can beat her, just like I know you can beat Syren. But... about... talking with papá.”
“Why would you be nervous?” Amelia asked, her thumb gently rubbing circles into the back of Luz's hand as she returned the favor of comfort that Luz had given her during their therapy session days ago.
“I know, in my head, that he won't think any less of me if I tell him about what happened around Rise to Greatness,” Luz admitted. “Heck, I'm sure he already knows and he was watching over us that day.”
“You're still struggling with the nightmares,” Amelia said, not as a question, but as a firm statement because she was well aware that it was true.
“Being able to explain my point of view to Celine helped,” Luz admitted. “It's just... I don't know... it feels hard asking my dad if he thinks I actually have blood on my hands from that day.”
“Which you don't,” Amelia reassured her. “And as luck would have it, Celine's point actually ties into this. She texted me asking if we'd taken any time to ourselves without SCW or our loved ones being the focus.”
“Does this early Día de Muertos trip not count?” Luz asked, a bit confused.
“I'd say it does,” Amelia reassured her. “But she's referring to more like a vacation, some time where it's just you and me without anything else to bother us.”
“We haven't, and you know the reason why,” Luz lamented, and Amelia couldn't help but sigh in agreement.
“Yeah, I texted as much to Celine,” she admitted. “She had a pretty... powerful response, I must say.”
“Hit me,” Luz tried to smile, and Amelia was happy to see her wife shake off some of her nerves at least.
“She said, and I quote,” Amelia began reading. “'Take one anyway. You both deserve a break, and I think it would actually help your mental states immensely. Don't let The Empire dictate your ability to enjoy life because they you do not answer to them. If you take a trip despite their fear tactics, it shows that you are done letting them win even the small battles. And if they do try anything? They'll regret it.' Apparently Darius and Evie are more than happy to set some traps and go hunting for Empire goons around wherever we decide to go if we pull the trigger.”
“Well, when she puts it like that,” Luz chuckled. “Kind of hard to argue against that kind of logic. We're definitely long overdue for a honeymoon, and we'll have a bit of a break after Under Attack...”
“You thinking of us winning at Under Attack as motivation for a well-deserved vacation to celebrate one year of marriage?” Amelia grinned.
“Heck yeah!” Luz whooped, earning a laugh from Amelia. “You know... I do recall Derek Adonis offering us a honeymoon suite as a peace offering last year during the chaos with the Fall of Man during Fatal Fortunes.”
“Are you seriously considering having KABLAMia be our honeymoon spot just in time for a show where we could maybe end up involved if we're not careful?” Amelia raised an eyebrow.
“It's just a convenient suggestion!” Luz pleaded. “Besides, we absolutely would not be wrestling if we don't have to. Just relaxing, like we're supposed to.”
“Uh huh...” Amelia said, not convinced, but it was at least an idea to contemplate once they hopefully walked out of Under Attack both victorious.
The fun energy that had been brewing between the couple in the car began to slowly fade once Luz pulled up to the cemetery, however, and Amelia was willing to accept that. During this upcoming period of time especially, she had seen and felt just how sacred it was to be in the presence of the dearly departed during a time that not only celebrated their memory, but also life as a whole.
In a way, just being here helped Luz realize that maybe their new therapist was on to something, considering it felt like she hadn't truly lived since she and Amelia tied the knot here last year. They had tried without the threat of The Empire hanging over their heads, but the moment Caleb had broken out of prison and the war they wanted no part of resumed, they had spent so long treading lightly and watching their backs.
It reminded her of when she'd had that run-in with Paul back around Apocalypse, the SCW fan who was seemingly being targeted by the cult for reasons even he didn't seem to know. Despite the off vibe she got from him in previous encounters, she recalled clearly that The Empire had apparently been ordered by Caleb to leave her and Amelia alone for the time being... if there was any truth to that, or if it was a ploy meant to lower their guards, remained to be seen, but it almost felt amusing thinking about truly taking advantage of that opportunity and putting it to the test no matter what they decided to do.
“Mija, Amelia, so glad you could make it.”
Luz was pulled from her thoughts by the voice of her mother, and she was grateful that her smile remained as she and Amelia joined hands and approached where Camila and Valentina were already starting to set up the ofrenda.
“Under Attack may have gotten in the way this year, but we wouldn't miss this for the world as best as we could, Camila,” Amelia nodded.
“You guys have already done such a great job!” Luz chuckled at the sight of what had been put together thus far.
“Thanks,” Valentina chuckled. “We still saved plenty of roses and candles for you guys, though.”
“Before we pitch in though,” Luz proclaimed, “I, um... I need to have a talk with dad first.”
The sudden change in her tone of voice definitely threw her mom and stepsister for a loop, but one look at Amelia warranted a nod that said all that it needed to. With that, Camila and Valentina stepped back, moving to stand beside Amelia as Luz slowly approached her father's grave and the in-progress ofrenda, kneeling down in front of it.
“Hola papá,” she quietly began. “I'm... sorry it's been a year since I last visited you. I'm sure you remember that night... the night I married the most amazing girl in the world.”
Luz heard Valentina giggling and could only assume Amelia's face had turned as red as a tomato at hearing that.
“I'm also sure you've been watching over me, guiding me... guiding us,” she continued. “You've seen me become the U.S. Champion in SCW again, outright this time. You've seen Amelia push towards becoming World Champion, where I know she deserves to be. But I also know you've seen the darker parts... the ordeals with The Empire when I know you'd hoped I would never have to deal with Caleb and his twisted obsession the way you did.”
Luz sniffled a bit, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
“I know you were watching over Mamá, V and I going into Rise to Greatness,” she managed to keep going, “as we dealt with that madman Crane. I... I'm sorry, dad. I keep trying to tell myself that whatever happened to him, whoever shot him and saved us that day... Stephen Crane's blood is not on my hands, but I... I can't help but feel like it is. He was a terrible, awful, hateful man, and yet I didn't want him to have to die...”
“Sometimes, Mi Pequeña Luz, death is unfortunate but necessary.”
Luz's breath hitched as the familiar voice greeted her ears, feeling like it was being carried on the wind. Even without tearing her gaze away from the grave, Luz knew her father was present now, holding her tightly and comforting her with his presence.
“I know it is hard... you were not the one who ended him, but it is easier to blame yourself. It is one of the many unfortunate things about life. But know that no good people truly died that day. I would have never allowed for any of you to be joining me on the other side so soon. But hear me now, Luna... it is not your fault, but the demise of Stephen Crane was, ultimately, his own doing. Sometimes, bad people dig their own graves. I saw you that day, mija... fighting for your life with everything you had, and I will warn you that it will not be the last time you will need to do that. But you are strong... stronger than you believe, as is your beloved. Do not be afraid, do not let others dim your light for their own ends. Show them what it means to be La Pequeña Luz... and please give the same message to Amelia and tell her she will always have me watching over her, as the father figure she always deserved.”
“I will, papá,” Luz chokes out. “I will.”
Before she knows it, she's being held by her wife, with her mom and sister joining them. She shares what she heard from her father, feeling the weight slowly beginning to lift from her chest and her mind. She's not quite free of the terrible burden yet, but she can feel the spark, and deep down, she knows his words are true.
Lost in this moment, however, none of them notice a familiar face watching them from across the street, maintaining a safe distance. As “Paul,” who had followed the couple all the way out here, stares at them before shifting his gaze to the grave of a man he once knew, he thinks better of intruding upon the moment. To do so now would likely blow his cover and unravel his carefully laid ruse.
Still, he can only view them with disdain, hopeful for the day when he would be able to break these souls he truly believed were tainted and reforge them, saving them from damnation and granting him the absolution he sought, no matter who else would need to be cut down in order to make it happen.
Cowgirls Forever, Forever Cowgirls Part II: Ángeles de la Muerte - CowgirlsFromHell - 11-01-2025
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RE: Meghan Strader vs. La Pequena Luz - Wisteria Waltz - 11-01-2025
There's a notable sense of confusion in the air when we open up, because when you think of the person we're here to see, the last place you'd expect to find her in might be a cemetery. It's hard to tell exactly which cemetery, other than the fact that we can at least confirm we're in Minneapolis by the sight of some of the distant buildings that anybody who's ever visited the city would be familiar with. Still, our immediate vicinity is rows upon rows of headstones with tall trees planted every now and then to really give this place a serene feeling, as if those buried here are truly at rest. A low-hanging fog creeps along the ground as there's just enough light ti indicate it's very early in the morning, but that doesn't seem to be enough to stop one person from wandering along. As this figure passes, we can see that it's La Pequeña Luz, wearing a version of her mask that resembles a detailed sugar skull and otherwise dressed for the rather chilly weather, as indicated by her occasional breaths being visible to us. She looks along all the graves with a mournful smile, clutching her United States Championship against her chest. After a moment, she reaches one of the trees and sinks down to sit beneath it, legs crossed, title resting in her lap. She nods down at it for a moment before her gaze rises to us, and while there's still a hint of sadness to it, her smile is every bit as radiant as it usually is.
“This is a period of time that means a lot to me, for many different reasons. In Mexico, this morning would be the end of Día de Muertos, the Day of the Dead. It's one of the most important holidays to me, and one of the reasons why I'm out here in a cemetery right now. After all, this holiday is not only to remember all those who are no longer with us, but a celebration of life itself, a reminder that death is not the end, but merely a new beginning, so there's no reason not to live your life to the fullest and embrace every single moment with all the passion you have to give.
Today is also my one year anniversary of being married to mi amor, Amelia Nevado. It's poetic, in a way... the two of us tying the knot during one of the most sacred holidays in my culture. It was a decision we made so that the spirit of my father, known to the wrestling world as the legendary luchador El Espíritu Angélico, could be present for my wedding, just as I know he is watching over me now, proud of what his littlelight has accomplished.
Of course, tonight is also the day of Under Attack, a pay-per-view that has always been important to me, perhaps just as much as Rise to Greatness. After all, last year Amelia and I not only competed for the first time as a married couple, but also stepped into the Chamber for the very first time and ran the table to prove that it was going to take a lot more than one of SCW's most dangerous structures to take the World Tag Team Titles away from us. The year before that, Amelia and I won those titles for the very first time, fighting tooth and nail through everything that Syren and Ravyn Taylor had to throw at us to prove that we were finally ready, that it was finally our time to stand at the top, and once we got there, we breathed new life into the tag team division by making it clear that if you wanted a shot at us? You had to be ready to earn it.
Yeah, it wasn't a popular decision to a lot of people, but ever since that night two years ago, we've always stood our ground on how we view this business and how we're going to conduct ours in it. I've said it time and time again: my father raised and trained me on the philosophy that wrestling problems should be resolved in a wrestling ring, for it is there where the results matter most. You can pick all the fights you want, build yourself an army, bust your butt to intimidate the locker room and make people fear you... but if you can't back it up in the ring when it matters most? Then what was the point of any of the chaos you sought? That's why I've held firm to what I wanted this reign as U.S. Champion to be, just like all the times Amelia and I have called ourselves your World Tag Team Champions. I don't care about politics or fear tactics or people just claiming they deserve it, I want people to step up to the plate and prove that they've earned it.
And believe it or not, that's exactly what you did, Meghan.”
Luz leans back more against the tree, getting more comfortable. She briefly looks up towards the heavens, letting a tear form in her eye as she knows her father is looking down on her now, encouraging her to keep going. She chuckles to herself and wipes the tear away before her focus is back on us.
“As I sit here among all these graves, I know that each and every spirit around me has their own story to tell. And those stories are worth listening to, because they help you to never forget them, to honor their memory and the lives they lived well. That, in and of itself, is why I didn't just want to become a wrestler, like my father before me... it's why I wanted to build my own legacy, separate from his. El Espíritu Angélico will always be remembered as more than just a luchador... he was a hero, he was fearless, he was a man of the people who succeeded despite all the pressures and temptations of this business that lead people down dark paths or make them believe it's necessary to make them seem tougher than they really are. I want that for myself... not to be remembered just as his daughter, but whenever my time finally comes, I want people to look back on my life and career and acknowledge everything that I contributed to this business, the fight I showed to be my own person and everything I accomplished while staying true to myself.
The desire to balance the legacy you come from and the one you forge for yourself is one we're both intimately familiar with, Meghan. Unlike my wife, who has every reason to want nothing to do with the legacy she came from after all the pain it caused her, I know how difficult it is to represent where you came from while still showing the world what you can do. You are the matriarch of the Strader family, a role I know means a lot to you and a goal that others in your family are proud of you for building. But there's also the desire to be more than just your family name, to show the world exactly who Meghan Strader is beyond the role of family matriarch. It's why you came to SCW, it's why you called your shot of wanting to be World Champion someday, and it's part of what ultimately led you to me.
I said a moment ago that you did what I wanted Meghan, and that was step up to the plate and prove it. Yeah, I know you lost the war you started with Syren, and I'm not going to lie and say you were wrong about what you said to my wife that led to her making that challenge for herself. Even if I'm not a fan of the chaos you have no problem starting to get there, I still respect that you're a woman who knows what she wants and is willing to fight for it. That said, I've made it clear that I prefer my fights to take place in the ring, where you either want this title more than I do or I show you why I'm not ready to step down and hand this over just yet. It's a simple idea, but it speaks volumes.”
Luz sighs as her smile fades for a moment, her eyes turning towards the grass and the fog around her.
“You know, it's funny... I thought my wife would be the only one feeling a sense of déjà vu because she and Syren are having a singles rematch of our Tag Title encounter with Dark Fantasy from this same event two years ago, but here I sit, remembering the period when Veronica and Cara took issue with us because we resolved to keep the peace and reinforce how we wanted business to be done. We told them, point blank, that for as much as we respected the talent they had, there's a reason we have the old saying of 'two wrongs don't make a right.' There was a series of singles matches that Amelia and I won before the eight-person tag match where our team was also victorious, and I bring those up not to gloat, but because it almost feels like this match has the exact same rationale behind it.
I get it Meghan, you and Ames got screwed out of your semi-final match in Trios, I'm not going to dispute that. Believe me when I say the Glimmer Sisters are starting to get on our nerves and have us seriously considering putting a pause on our recent singles endeavors to rip those Tag Titles away from them and show them the humility they so desperately need to taste. But lighting the fuse on a very clear powder keg last Breakdown... what exactly did that do for you other than delay whatever CHBK may have wanted to talk with you about because he got hurt? Better yet, what did you have to gain from storming into our locker room and joining the list of people who claim we're 'too nice' for this business, never mind that we've proven time and time again that who we truly are doesn't hinder us when we're in that ring. Heck, if I was too nice for this business, would I be standing here as the United States Champion right now?
And need I remind you... one of the people I beat to be recognized as the undisputed champion was someone who's a very dear friend of mine, and we still gave each other our all without hesitation.
You made your intentions for this title shot clear Meghan, and despite your recent setbacks, I saw enough to know that you were worthy of being next in line. I know you, just like Veronica and Cara once did, need to see the philosophy that drives me in action firsthand to understand where I come from and how I make this work. That's why I had no problem with accepting your challenge instead of even considering whatever Gavin's trying to pull. In my mind, you've earned it... but don't think for una segunda that means I'm just going to roll over and let you take this from me. Say what you will about us being 'too nice,' but you stood by my wife for Trios and saw just how dangerous she is in that ring despite your assessment of her character, and at Under Attack, you're going to find out I'm no different. When that bell rings, I will not hesitate to throw everything I have at you to retain this title, because I still have more to prove as United States Champion.”
As Luz's gaze lifts back up to us, we see that familiar fire in her eyes. She slowly stands up, grabbing her title and holding it out to us as her determination intensifies.
“With every spirit surrounding me right now as my witness, Meghan, I will make the same promise to you that I made Cara and Veronica last year: when that bell rings, you will get nothing less than my absolute best. You will see just how badly I want to keep this title and how hard I will fight to make that happen. I warn you now, though... the Luz you will meet here in Minneapolis tonight is far from the same one that your daughters danced with last year, and by the end of it all, I will make you respect the way I conduct my business. In that ring, when it's just you and me... that's where and when it matters most. That's what mi papá taught me long ago, that's the universal truth I have always held in the highest regard in this business, and I know his soul will be watching over me with pride when I walk out of Under Attack on this sacred holiday, on the one year anniversary of my marriage to the most incredible girl I've ever known, the same way I will walk into this event tonight:
As your SCW United States Champion.”
With a nod of acknowledgment, not just to us but perhaps to all the souls watching her from their resting places in this cemetery, Luz slings the title belt back over her shoulder and takes it all in one lst time, her smile slowly returning as she turns and marches off into the fog and lingering darkness of the early morning, like a beacon guiding us towards Under Attack tonight where she plans to stand tall, no matter how difficult the fight may be.