Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Sept 4, 2013 7:50:41 GMT -5
A bright light flashes across my eyes causing me to wince as I try to sit up only to feel a hand on my shoulder as i push it away feeling every muscle in my body ache as it apparent why i was being held still. The light goes away as the soft click of a light switch hits my ears as i carefully open my eyes glancing at the white ceiling above me.
Chelsea: What happened...?
A subtle laugh reaches my ears as I hear the writing of a pencil on paper telling me the stench hitting my nose is indeed the smell of a hospital as i let out a frustrated and shaky sigh as I’m helped into a sitting position before a phone is placed in front of me.
Doctor: You might want to watch this.
The sights that follow show the match I had just a last night against David Dreadful as images slowly begin returning to my mind as each hit i see makes me wince as if I’m experiencing the pain again. The match ends as i see Dreadful helping me up and then the ending begins to dawn on me...this is when it all went to hell. I see two men entering the ring as Dreadful is attacked, i tried to help but i from this point of view even i can see it wasn't going to work, i watch my face seeing I’m barely conscious anymore but even still i can't help but see the bits of a smirk still there. Two more men come into the ring but one tries to help...he takes out one tries for the other but it doesn’t work as both him and Dreadful are tossed out of the ring. I watch as my hair is grabbed holding me up as my head aches, i stare forward watching my own eyes burn behind their emerald color...is only he knew what was coming later...I see the chair and know this is it, i go to stop the video but the doctor stops my hand.
Doctor: It doesn't end there I’m afraid...you'll want to watch the rest.
I listen to the commentary as i can hear the words break through "She rejected him!" that very line makes me laugh as i place a hand on my side feeling it tense as i glance away from the phone waiting for the thud of the chair hitting my head but it doesn’t come...instead i hear the sound of a crowd cheering as i glance back seeing TJ Pain running into the ring. The two men drop me leaving me kneeling on the mat as i feel my blood boiling as it all begins to come back to me.
Chelsea: TJ....
My eyes are now glued to the phone as i see my own pathetic mind giving in to his trick as i reach out to him trying to stand and then it happens...the sickening thud of the steel chain hitting my head as i fall to the mat. The phone is pulled from my view as i stare at the floor feeling every ache hitting my body at once as I close my eyes letting everything sink in before i look up at the doctor.
Chelsea: Ok...now that i remember...how bad was the damage?
Doctor: Well, from the match itself it wasn't anything worse than you've been in before. You have a few stiches in your head as a result of the match at first but after the hit at the end of the show it opened it worse, the rest is just minor cuts and scrapes...you are pretty bruised so you're going to be sore for the next few days. I'd tell you to take it easy but i think I’ve known you long enough to know you won't heed my advice anyway.
Chelsea: You know me too well, besides that is there anything else i should know? I can still wrestle and stuff right; I’ve only returned there I’m not leaving like that.
Doctor: No no, don't worry you'll be cleared by the time the next show gets here. Just don't take any more shots to the head until then.
Chelsea: I'll try my best.
Doctor: Ok, well I’ll go grab your release forms and be right back, the rest of your belongings are located in the bag beside the bed. Feel free to get changed and ready to go but no leaving until i come back.
Nodding softly i feel my head ache as i sigh knowing this is going to be a long week as he walks out of the room closing the door behind him as i slowly stand walking...ok more like limping toward the door as i turn the lock before grabbing the bag from beside the bed as i go straight to my cell phone pulling it out. Scrolling through my contacts to get to a name as i take a deep breath as i hit call before placing it to my ear as someone soon picks up.
Chelsea: Hey, it's me...i know this is kind of sudden but i need help. You know i wouldn't ask you unless i really need it...
Man: I'm out of the game, why would you need my help?...Or more the point why should I help?
Chelsea: I think there's more going on in this federation that i was told...to sum it up i got attacked by four guys...one of them was the general manager nonetheless and he nearly took my head off with a steel chair...basically i know you got out but i need some type of reinforcement.
Man: Sounds pretty shitty but why would you turn to me...I'm a washed up degenerate thug, at least that's what the press has been calling me...
Chelsea: I know that's not true, listen i know we haven't had the prettiest past but you're one of the only people i know would have my back. Who cares what the press says about you, like i said i know that's not true, and wouldn't it help you even a little to be able to get your hands on someone again...let some stress out?
Man: Prettiest of Pasts...That's not exactly how i would put it...I left all that crap behind me when i left the last place...
Chelsea: That's good to hear...but maybe that's even more of a reason to come here...a new start where you're not living up to a reputation. Please, I don't know who else to ask...even if you'd just agree to meet me somewhere, I’ll even come to you. I'm getting released from this hospital today...I’ll drive to meet you if it'd help convince you.
Man: I'm sure there are more reliable people you could turn to...
Chelsea: Maybe so, but name one person that can do half the things you are capable of! I called on you...not someone else who'll leave me as soon as things get tough...you're not like that. I know somewhere deep inside you want to do this...
Man: You claim you know a lot about me but i really ain't that guy anymore...
Chelsea: Then show me the new you but somewhere the old you is hiding, it has to be. What do i have to do to convince you? I'll do anything...just name it and I’ll do it.
Man: You ain't got convince me...And there's nothing you can do...Cause I just need to be forgotten...
Chelsea: What if i don't want to forget you...
Man: You don't really have a choice...Sorry Chelsea but it's just what has to be done for her sake...
Chelsea: Please...just think about it at least. No one has to even know who you are if you do this...
Man: I'm sorry Chelsea...My mind is made up... You'll have to find someone else to fight alongside you cause I’m done with it all...
The sound of a dial tone comes through the phone as i drop my head letting out a shaky sigh as i hit the bed feeling my arm throb as i do, tears start to well up in my eyes as i force them back as i put my phone in my pocket before grabbing the rest of my belongings as i start to get dressed. Grabbing my black boots i start putting them on as i feel my muscles tense in the backs of my legs causing a gasp from my lips as i fight through it pulling them on, looking up i see a full length mirror on the opposite side of the room as i slowly stand walking toward it as i lift my shirt showing a deep purple bra as i turn my back toward the mirror seeing what looks like hundreds of pin pricks and scratches as the white shirt pulled over shows hints of red where blood has broken through as i give in letting the fabric back down as it rubs against them all again. Sighing I’m tempted to keep the shirt off but i know i can't as i let it stay, making sure everything is covered i pull back a strand of red hair as i see a line of what looks like six stiches, maybe more as i carefully let it fall back down before a knock is heard on the door as i make my way over to it unlocking the door as the doctor walks back in handing me a stack of papers.
Doctors: You're all set to...Chelsea is everything ok?
Chelsea: Yeah, everything's good I’m just ready to get out of here.
Doctor: Are you sure? It looks like you're going to start crying...
Chelsea: Oh...yeah, I um accidently pulled on some of the stiches when i went to put my hair up...i guess I’m just going to have to leave it down for a while.
Doctor: Yeah, you're going to have to be careful...do you want me to check those and make sure you didn't do any damage to them?
Chelsea: No, no it's ok. They're fine; I’m just going to go home and rest.
Nodding i can see it in his eyes that he doesn't believe me as I grab my coat walking out of the room as I ignore the pain flowing through my body as i try to hold my composure as i walk out of the hospital finding a cab waiting for me at the door to take my back to the hotel. Climbing in I feel every part of my body relaxing as i sit in the cab as i suddenly notice it's not moving, looking up i see the cab driver looking at me through the rearview mirror as i let out a sigh.
Chelsea: Can I help you?
Driver: Chelsea Armstrong?
Chelsea: Yeah, that's me.
Driver: I was told to give you this.
Reaching over to the passenger seat he grabs a brown envelope as he passes it back to me as i quickly open it seeing a white piece of paper as my eyes start to light up as i see it's the new match card, pulling it out quickly my eyes scan over the card as i quickly spot my name as i let out a cold laugh ignoring all the pain as the cab starts moving.
Chelsea: I see Christmas came early this year...you mind if I use a camera in here buddy?
Driver: You kidding?? Go for it!
Laughing i reach into the white hospital bag holding my belongings as i pull out my camcorder as i hold it in front of me turning the screen to face me as i hit the record button letting my smile fill the frame before laughing again.
Chelsea: Hello boys...I see my prayers have been answered as i have just been told that later this week i will get the pleasure of taking on the two main men responsible for my condition right now...but it doesn't end there...i seem to be paired with a man whom i know will want to get his hands on you two as much as i. Well maybe not as much as I but you get my point.
Looking out the window I see the roads are mostly empty for this time of day as I smirk before looking back into the lens of the camera.
Chelsea: Let's start with the "monster" of the group shall we? Michael James...A man who thinks he’s scary just because of a few lucky encounters…a man whom wouldn’t know the term sadistic even if I handed him a dictionary. You just don’t have what it takes to be intimidating Michael, you think what you did to me after my match is intimidating? Please…all I saw was a heart broken man whom been rejected and was throwing a three year olds temper tantrum. You couldn’t even finish me off yourself; you left TJ to do your dirty work…although I mean I’m not surprised. You couldn’t hurt me even if you wanted to…could you? I mean what damage did you do to me, it seems like your little buddies did all the work while you just yelled at me and watched them do it…a real man would have stepped in and handled his own business…maybe this week I’ll show you just what it means to be intimidating.
Laughing I stare around the cab seeing the drivers eyes gaze back to mine every so often as he signals he’s going to drive around the block as I merely nod before looking back at the camera.
Chelsea: Enough about you though, let’s move on to your partner…now I’m not stranger to this man at all. Everyone knows the past we hold but that means nothing when you have an opportunity to look “tough”, yet all I see is another heartbroken man…do you two understand that you actually have something in common? I rejected Michael…and I left TJ for his best friend!!! Life’s funny isn’t, but I don’t see any of that mattering anyway, because as soon as you hit that ring you’re not going to be able to control yourself. You know how dirty I can play…and well what’s going to happen when you stand across from me and start remembering all the fun we had…all that planning together, the torturing of a fake Roxy…you didn’t forget all our fun…did you TJ? No I doubt it…but I guess come this weekend we’ll see what happens…but until then I’d keep your partner on a short leash Michael…wouldn’t want something bad to happen to him. I stated last week he was first on my list…seems like someone is working in my favor. As I’ve said before to both of you…revenge is sweet cupcakes, I’ll see you real soon.
Hitting the stop button I quickly pull out my laptop from the bag as I hook the two together letting the video upload as I see my hotel coming into view. Smiling the car stops as I step out of immediately regretting the ride as every muscle and scratch aches like it’s fresh as I pay for my ride and walk to the hotel heading toward my room with the knowledge that vengeance is coming.
Chelsea: What happened...?
A subtle laugh reaches my ears as I hear the writing of a pencil on paper telling me the stench hitting my nose is indeed the smell of a hospital as i let out a frustrated and shaky sigh as I’m helped into a sitting position before a phone is placed in front of me.
Doctor: You might want to watch this.
The sights that follow show the match I had just a last night against David Dreadful as images slowly begin returning to my mind as each hit i see makes me wince as if I’m experiencing the pain again. The match ends as i see Dreadful helping me up and then the ending begins to dawn on me...this is when it all went to hell. I see two men entering the ring as Dreadful is attacked, i tried to help but i from this point of view even i can see it wasn't going to work, i watch my face seeing I’m barely conscious anymore but even still i can't help but see the bits of a smirk still there. Two more men come into the ring but one tries to help...he takes out one tries for the other but it doesn’t work as both him and Dreadful are tossed out of the ring. I watch as my hair is grabbed holding me up as my head aches, i stare forward watching my own eyes burn behind their emerald color...is only he knew what was coming later...I see the chair and know this is it, i go to stop the video but the doctor stops my hand.
Doctor: It doesn't end there I’m afraid...you'll want to watch the rest.
I listen to the commentary as i can hear the words break through "She rejected him!" that very line makes me laugh as i place a hand on my side feeling it tense as i glance away from the phone waiting for the thud of the chair hitting my head but it doesn’t come...instead i hear the sound of a crowd cheering as i glance back seeing TJ Pain running into the ring. The two men drop me leaving me kneeling on the mat as i feel my blood boiling as it all begins to come back to me.
Chelsea: TJ....
My eyes are now glued to the phone as i see my own pathetic mind giving in to his trick as i reach out to him trying to stand and then it happens...the sickening thud of the steel chain hitting my head as i fall to the mat. The phone is pulled from my view as i stare at the floor feeling every ache hitting my body at once as I close my eyes letting everything sink in before i look up at the doctor.
Chelsea: Ok...now that i remember...how bad was the damage?
Doctor: Well, from the match itself it wasn't anything worse than you've been in before. You have a few stiches in your head as a result of the match at first but after the hit at the end of the show it opened it worse, the rest is just minor cuts and scrapes...you are pretty bruised so you're going to be sore for the next few days. I'd tell you to take it easy but i think I’ve known you long enough to know you won't heed my advice anyway.
Chelsea: You know me too well, besides that is there anything else i should know? I can still wrestle and stuff right; I’ve only returned there I’m not leaving like that.
Doctor: No no, don't worry you'll be cleared by the time the next show gets here. Just don't take any more shots to the head until then.
Chelsea: I'll try my best.
Doctor: Ok, well I’ll go grab your release forms and be right back, the rest of your belongings are located in the bag beside the bed. Feel free to get changed and ready to go but no leaving until i come back.
Nodding softly i feel my head ache as i sigh knowing this is going to be a long week as he walks out of the room closing the door behind him as i slowly stand walking...ok more like limping toward the door as i turn the lock before grabbing the bag from beside the bed as i go straight to my cell phone pulling it out. Scrolling through my contacts to get to a name as i take a deep breath as i hit call before placing it to my ear as someone soon picks up.
Chelsea: Hey, it's me...i know this is kind of sudden but i need help. You know i wouldn't ask you unless i really need it...
Man: I'm out of the game, why would you need my help?...Or more the point why should I help?
Chelsea: I think there's more going on in this federation that i was told...to sum it up i got attacked by four guys...one of them was the general manager nonetheless and he nearly took my head off with a steel chair...basically i know you got out but i need some type of reinforcement.
Man: Sounds pretty shitty but why would you turn to me...I'm a washed up degenerate thug, at least that's what the press has been calling me...
Chelsea: I know that's not true, listen i know we haven't had the prettiest past but you're one of the only people i know would have my back. Who cares what the press says about you, like i said i know that's not true, and wouldn't it help you even a little to be able to get your hands on someone again...let some stress out?
Man: Prettiest of Pasts...That's not exactly how i would put it...I left all that crap behind me when i left the last place...
Chelsea: That's good to hear...but maybe that's even more of a reason to come here...a new start where you're not living up to a reputation. Please, I don't know who else to ask...even if you'd just agree to meet me somewhere, I’ll even come to you. I'm getting released from this hospital today...I’ll drive to meet you if it'd help convince you.
Man: I'm sure there are more reliable people you could turn to...
Chelsea: Maybe so, but name one person that can do half the things you are capable of! I called on you...not someone else who'll leave me as soon as things get tough...you're not like that. I know somewhere deep inside you want to do this...
Man: You claim you know a lot about me but i really ain't that guy anymore...
Chelsea: Then show me the new you but somewhere the old you is hiding, it has to be. What do i have to do to convince you? I'll do anything...just name it and I’ll do it.
Man: You ain't got convince me...And there's nothing you can do...Cause I just need to be forgotten...
Chelsea: What if i don't want to forget you...
Man: You don't really have a choice...Sorry Chelsea but it's just what has to be done for her sake...
Chelsea: Please...just think about it at least. No one has to even know who you are if you do this...
Man: I'm sorry Chelsea...My mind is made up... You'll have to find someone else to fight alongside you cause I’m done with it all...
The sound of a dial tone comes through the phone as i drop my head letting out a shaky sigh as i hit the bed feeling my arm throb as i do, tears start to well up in my eyes as i force them back as i put my phone in my pocket before grabbing the rest of my belongings as i start to get dressed. Grabbing my black boots i start putting them on as i feel my muscles tense in the backs of my legs causing a gasp from my lips as i fight through it pulling them on, looking up i see a full length mirror on the opposite side of the room as i slowly stand walking toward it as i lift my shirt showing a deep purple bra as i turn my back toward the mirror seeing what looks like hundreds of pin pricks and scratches as the white shirt pulled over shows hints of red where blood has broken through as i give in letting the fabric back down as it rubs against them all again. Sighing I’m tempted to keep the shirt off but i know i can't as i let it stay, making sure everything is covered i pull back a strand of red hair as i see a line of what looks like six stiches, maybe more as i carefully let it fall back down before a knock is heard on the door as i make my way over to it unlocking the door as the doctor walks back in handing me a stack of papers.
Doctors: You're all set to...Chelsea is everything ok?
Chelsea: Yeah, everything's good I’m just ready to get out of here.
Doctor: Are you sure? It looks like you're going to start crying...
Chelsea: Oh...yeah, I um accidently pulled on some of the stiches when i went to put my hair up...i guess I’m just going to have to leave it down for a while.
Doctor: Yeah, you're going to have to be careful...do you want me to check those and make sure you didn't do any damage to them?
Chelsea: No, no it's ok. They're fine; I’m just going to go home and rest.
Nodding i can see it in his eyes that he doesn't believe me as I grab my coat walking out of the room as I ignore the pain flowing through my body as i try to hold my composure as i walk out of the hospital finding a cab waiting for me at the door to take my back to the hotel. Climbing in I feel every part of my body relaxing as i sit in the cab as i suddenly notice it's not moving, looking up i see the cab driver looking at me through the rearview mirror as i let out a sigh.
Chelsea: Can I help you?
Driver: Chelsea Armstrong?
Chelsea: Yeah, that's me.
Driver: I was told to give you this.
Reaching over to the passenger seat he grabs a brown envelope as he passes it back to me as i quickly open it seeing a white piece of paper as my eyes start to light up as i see it's the new match card, pulling it out quickly my eyes scan over the card as i quickly spot my name as i let out a cold laugh ignoring all the pain as the cab starts moving.
Chelsea: I see Christmas came early this year...you mind if I use a camera in here buddy?
Driver: You kidding?? Go for it!
Laughing i reach into the white hospital bag holding my belongings as i pull out my camcorder as i hold it in front of me turning the screen to face me as i hit the record button letting my smile fill the frame before laughing again.
Chelsea: Hello boys...I see my prayers have been answered as i have just been told that later this week i will get the pleasure of taking on the two main men responsible for my condition right now...but it doesn't end there...i seem to be paired with a man whom i know will want to get his hands on you two as much as i. Well maybe not as much as I but you get my point.
Looking out the window I see the roads are mostly empty for this time of day as I smirk before looking back into the lens of the camera.
Chelsea: Let's start with the "monster" of the group shall we? Michael James...A man who thinks he’s scary just because of a few lucky encounters…a man whom wouldn’t know the term sadistic even if I handed him a dictionary. You just don’t have what it takes to be intimidating Michael, you think what you did to me after my match is intimidating? Please…all I saw was a heart broken man whom been rejected and was throwing a three year olds temper tantrum. You couldn’t even finish me off yourself; you left TJ to do your dirty work…although I mean I’m not surprised. You couldn’t hurt me even if you wanted to…could you? I mean what damage did you do to me, it seems like your little buddies did all the work while you just yelled at me and watched them do it…a real man would have stepped in and handled his own business…maybe this week I’ll show you just what it means to be intimidating.
Laughing I stare around the cab seeing the drivers eyes gaze back to mine every so often as he signals he’s going to drive around the block as I merely nod before looking back at the camera.
Chelsea: Enough about you though, let’s move on to your partner…now I’m not stranger to this man at all. Everyone knows the past we hold but that means nothing when you have an opportunity to look “tough”, yet all I see is another heartbroken man…do you two understand that you actually have something in common? I rejected Michael…and I left TJ for his best friend!!! Life’s funny isn’t, but I don’t see any of that mattering anyway, because as soon as you hit that ring you’re not going to be able to control yourself. You know how dirty I can play…and well what’s going to happen when you stand across from me and start remembering all the fun we had…all that planning together, the torturing of a fake Roxy…you didn’t forget all our fun…did you TJ? No I doubt it…but I guess come this weekend we’ll see what happens…but until then I’d keep your partner on a short leash Michael…wouldn’t want something bad to happen to him. I stated last week he was first on my list…seems like someone is working in my favor. As I’ve said before to both of you…revenge is sweet cupcakes, I’ll see you real soon.
Hitting the stop button I quickly pull out my laptop from the bag as I hook the two together letting the video upload as I see my hotel coming into view. Smiling the car stops as I step out of immediately regretting the ride as every muscle and scratch aches like it’s fresh as I pay for my ride and walk to the hotel heading toward my room with the knowledge that vengeance is coming.
