Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Sept 17, 2013 21:59:51 GMT -5
A series of loud screams and grunts race through the air as a worn ring shows sitting in the middle of a small room, there is little equipment surrounding the ring as its apparent this gym of sorts has been inactive for some time. Fists connecting with bare skin sound more as the ring comes back into view, Chelsea Armstrong is seen standing in the middle of the ring with her hair pulled up into a pony tail as her body is covered by a plain black sports bra with a thin white t-shirt pulled over it and matching shorts as tennis shoes protect her feet. A woman stands across from her similarly dressed as she takes the punches from Chelsea before delivering some of her own, throwing a hard right she catches Chelsea’s right shoulder causing her to back into the turnbuckle as she grabs her arm before taking a deep breath attempting to shake it off.
Melanie: Are you ok?
Chelsea: Yeah, it’s nothing…come on you promised me ten more minutes.
Melanie: Are you sure? That’s the third time you’ve stepped back after I hit near that shoulder, did you get looked at after your match this week?
Chelsea: Why would I? I told you it’s nothing, now come on.
She looks at Chelsea slightly unsure about her decision before she ducks having nearly missed a hard right coming straight for her head. Taking her for her word she goes back to fighting giving all she has before she finds herself on her back in the middle of the ring guarding her face as Chelsea’s hands connect hard along her body. Quickly she moves to her feet but is caught off guard by a kick to the gut causing her to be easily locked into the Dream Catcher, she has no other choice but to tap as Chelsea quickly drops her before backing away as she rolls her shoulder seeming to try to stretch it out. After composing herself Melanie stands up as she glances at Chelsea catching a hint of purple on her back as the t-shirt moves from her stretching.
Melanie: Chels…
Chelsea: What? I’m good just some post match stretching.
Melanie: Chels come on I’m not stupid, I saw your back…lift your shirt.
Chelsea: Mel…
Melanie: Now, if you’re not going to the company doctor you’re at least letting me look at it.
Giving in Chelsea lets out a small sigh before lifting off her white t-shirt as she turns around facing her back toward Melanie as a span of slight blue and purple runs over her shoulder disappearing under her bra.
Melanie: God Chelsea, what did you do get hit by a bus!?
Chelsea: Yeah a bus called TJ Pain and Michael James. How bad is it?
Melanie: You haven’t seen it?
Chelsea: Yeah well my eyes can’t really see that far back now can they?
Rolling out of the ring Mel walks over searching through her duffle bag as she pulls out her cellphone before jumping back into the ring, carefully positing the camera she then snaps a picture before handing it to Chelsea.
Chelsea: Holy crap…
Melanie: How did you not know it was that bad?
Chelsea: I don’t know…it hurt but I’ve went through worse.
Melanie: Well what do you want to do?
Chelsea: What do you mean?
Melanie: Are you going to go to the doctor now?
Chelsea: What for? All I’ll get is another lecture about being careful in the ring; he’ll probably tape my shoulder and then send me on my way. I’m not wasting my time there.
Melanie: Well then at least let me tape it up, hard telling what else is wrong under those bruises.
Chelsea: Fine, you have done this before though, right?
Melanie: Well let’s see, I managed you for a short period and my sister wrestled for about a year and I helped her…so yeah I suppose you can say I have some experience in doing this. You’re all so stubborn.
Letting out a slight laugh Chelsea rolls out of the ring before sitting down on a steel chair as Mel grabs the tape before pulling off a few strands and placing them carefully on my shoulder, I feel the strap of my bra move down as she secures the strips before placing it back up as she sits down in front of me.
Melanie: You need to take it easy for a bit.
Chelsea: Mel…remember who you’re talking to...
Melanie: I know who I’m talking to but listen; you have a match this week right? Against someone who is responsible for that injury I bet and I’m sure there are more injuries you’re not letting me in on…do you want him to have a bigger advantage because you’re too stubborn to stay down?
Chelsea: It’s more fun that way though, everyone thinks he has this match in the bag anyway…why can’t I just stoke his ego a little more and give him an edge?
Melanie: Chels…
Chelsea: What?? It’ll make kicking his ass just that much more glorifying.
Melanie: Fine, I’m not going to argue with you…but if you get beat again because you can’t follow help then don’t come crying to me. You do understand that you haven’t won a match since you returned to EAW don’t you?
Chelsea: Yes I understand that Mel, but that just makes it more fun for me…you see the more I lose the more I get underestimated and the more people I get to catch off guard. I’m in another federation full of egotistical men who think I can’t handle it. I mean face it only about four people here know what I am capable of and three of them are responsible for the pain I’ve been put through since I came back…ok if you look at week one then all four of them are, but at least one of them is still on my side…kind of.
Melanie: Four? David, TJ, Michael…who else?
Chelsea: Ha you didn’t stay around for the very end of my match did you?
Melanie: No, what happened?
Chelsea: Mel…Killswitch returned!
Melanie: That guy you left TJ for when you were all back in the original EAW?
Chelsea: That’s him, and apparently he’s all buddy buddy with Pain again. He came out after my match and laid David and I out with that stupid barbed wire bat of his.
Melanie: Ouch…
Chelsea: Yeah try being on the receiving end of that thing.
Melanie: So what, he’s working joined up with TJ’s boy toys now?
Chelsea: Yep…the original boy toy if you will.
Melanie: So wait…is Kuk your opponent this week…and how many of bitches does Pain have now?
Chelsea: Nah, he’s been placed in a match for the Impact Championship, and I believe three…of course Killswitch and James and then Kareem what’s his name.
Melanie: Man, TJ keeps going and he should just open up his own whore house.
The two erupt in a cloud of laughter as they share a quick high five before regaining their composure.
Chelsea: Sorry that was just too much for me to picture in my mind…thanks a lot Mel!
Laughing she winks at Chelsea before sitting back in her own chair.
Melanie: So who are you facing anyway?
Chelsea: Michael James, part two of the bus that ran me over last week.
Melanie: You’re kidding me.
Chelsea: Would I kid you? No, that’s why I said he already thinks he has this match, he got lucky because of his little boyfriend last week and no doubt he’ll be walking in clearly underestimating my skills. But you see, that’s what makes it fun for me…I walk in all hurt and showing the effects of what they’ve done to me since I stepped foot back into this federation and show them that they’re not going to keep me down that easily…but that’s not even the best part of all of this.
Melanie: What?
Chelsea: Once I win this match…I get to choose the stips for my match against TJ at Un-Killable…do you know how great that is Mel?! I haven’t got to properly get my hands on him since I left EAW…in my books last week was only a taste of it. Once I get my hands on him, after the hell he’s been putting me through…oh he’s going to have hell to pay.
Melanie: What do you mean the hell he’s put you through? Do you think he’s targeting you?
Chelsea: It’s not that much of a secret Mel, day one when I stepped back into this company I knew things were going to be bad when I saw him as the GM, but it’s even worse than I could imagine. Every week I’ve been attacked and he has had a big hand in the planning of it. Hell week one he tried to take my head off! It’s already past the point of getting personal and I’m going to make sure he remembers what I’m capable of.
Melanie: Well this week, you just worry about Michael, you forget about him and yet again the power is back into TJ’s hands.
Chelsea: Oh I know…I’m not forgetting about Michael at all. He’s tough but I know I can take him when it’s a fair match.
Melanie: And you actually believe this is going to be a fair match?
Chelsea: Hell no; I’m just stating a fact, trust me I’m going to be ready for anything else they throw my way this week. I’ve taken worse and I’m willing to take more, besides it’s no secret I thrive on pain…so in the long run they’re just making a stronger opponent.
Melanie: Just don’t get too cocky, I know you can do this but don’t let your mind get the best of you.
Chelsea: Trust me I won’t, all I know is I’m going to literally fight for my life when I get into that ring with Michael this week…and then when I go on to defeat TJ at Un-Killable I’m going to laugh as I watch them crumble after I cut off the head of the snake.
Standing up she takes a drink of water before rolling into the ring and stretching out before looking over at Melanie.
Chelsea: Come on, you owe me another go since you made me stop…you yourself said I need to be prepared, so come on and help me.
Nodding Melanie grabs Chelsea’s water taking a drink before jumping into the ring as she rings an imaginary bell as the two lock up once again.
Melanie: Are you ok?
Chelsea: Yeah, it’s nothing…come on you promised me ten more minutes.
Melanie: Are you sure? That’s the third time you’ve stepped back after I hit near that shoulder, did you get looked at after your match this week?
Chelsea: Why would I? I told you it’s nothing, now come on.
She looks at Chelsea slightly unsure about her decision before she ducks having nearly missed a hard right coming straight for her head. Taking her for her word she goes back to fighting giving all she has before she finds herself on her back in the middle of the ring guarding her face as Chelsea’s hands connect hard along her body. Quickly she moves to her feet but is caught off guard by a kick to the gut causing her to be easily locked into the Dream Catcher, she has no other choice but to tap as Chelsea quickly drops her before backing away as she rolls her shoulder seeming to try to stretch it out. After composing herself Melanie stands up as she glances at Chelsea catching a hint of purple on her back as the t-shirt moves from her stretching.
Melanie: Chels…
Chelsea: What? I’m good just some post match stretching.
Melanie: Chels come on I’m not stupid, I saw your back…lift your shirt.
Chelsea: Mel…
Melanie: Now, if you’re not going to the company doctor you’re at least letting me look at it.
Giving in Chelsea lets out a small sigh before lifting off her white t-shirt as she turns around facing her back toward Melanie as a span of slight blue and purple runs over her shoulder disappearing under her bra.
Melanie: God Chelsea, what did you do get hit by a bus!?
Chelsea: Yeah a bus called TJ Pain and Michael James. How bad is it?
Melanie: You haven’t seen it?
Chelsea: Yeah well my eyes can’t really see that far back now can they?
Rolling out of the ring Mel walks over searching through her duffle bag as she pulls out her cellphone before jumping back into the ring, carefully positing the camera she then snaps a picture before handing it to Chelsea.
Chelsea: Holy crap…
Melanie: How did you not know it was that bad?
Chelsea: I don’t know…it hurt but I’ve went through worse.
Melanie: Well what do you want to do?
Chelsea: What do you mean?
Melanie: Are you going to go to the doctor now?
Chelsea: What for? All I’ll get is another lecture about being careful in the ring; he’ll probably tape my shoulder and then send me on my way. I’m not wasting my time there.
Melanie: Well then at least let me tape it up, hard telling what else is wrong under those bruises.
Chelsea: Fine, you have done this before though, right?
Melanie: Well let’s see, I managed you for a short period and my sister wrestled for about a year and I helped her…so yeah I suppose you can say I have some experience in doing this. You’re all so stubborn.
Letting out a slight laugh Chelsea rolls out of the ring before sitting down on a steel chair as Mel grabs the tape before pulling off a few strands and placing them carefully on my shoulder, I feel the strap of my bra move down as she secures the strips before placing it back up as she sits down in front of me.
Melanie: You need to take it easy for a bit.
Chelsea: Mel…remember who you’re talking to...
Melanie: I know who I’m talking to but listen; you have a match this week right? Against someone who is responsible for that injury I bet and I’m sure there are more injuries you’re not letting me in on…do you want him to have a bigger advantage because you’re too stubborn to stay down?
Chelsea: It’s more fun that way though, everyone thinks he has this match in the bag anyway…why can’t I just stoke his ego a little more and give him an edge?
Melanie: Chels…
Chelsea: What?? It’ll make kicking his ass just that much more glorifying.
Melanie: Fine, I’m not going to argue with you…but if you get beat again because you can’t follow help then don’t come crying to me. You do understand that you haven’t won a match since you returned to EAW don’t you?
Chelsea: Yes I understand that Mel, but that just makes it more fun for me…you see the more I lose the more I get underestimated and the more people I get to catch off guard. I’m in another federation full of egotistical men who think I can’t handle it. I mean face it only about four people here know what I am capable of and three of them are responsible for the pain I’ve been put through since I came back…ok if you look at week one then all four of them are, but at least one of them is still on my side…kind of.
Melanie: Four? David, TJ, Michael…who else?
Chelsea: Ha you didn’t stay around for the very end of my match did you?
Melanie: No, what happened?
Chelsea: Mel…Killswitch returned!
Melanie: That guy you left TJ for when you were all back in the original EAW?
Chelsea: That’s him, and apparently he’s all buddy buddy with Pain again. He came out after my match and laid David and I out with that stupid barbed wire bat of his.
Melanie: Ouch…
Chelsea: Yeah try being on the receiving end of that thing.
Melanie: So what, he’s working joined up with TJ’s boy toys now?
Chelsea: Yep…the original boy toy if you will.
Melanie: So wait…is Kuk your opponent this week…and how many of bitches does Pain have now?
Chelsea: Nah, he’s been placed in a match for the Impact Championship, and I believe three…of course Killswitch and James and then Kareem what’s his name.
Melanie: Man, TJ keeps going and he should just open up his own whore house.
The two erupt in a cloud of laughter as they share a quick high five before regaining their composure.
Chelsea: Sorry that was just too much for me to picture in my mind…thanks a lot Mel!
Laughing she winks at Chelsea before sitting back in her own chair.
Melanie: So who are you facing anyway?
Chelsea: Michael James, part two of the bus that ran me over last week.
Melanie: You’re kidding me.
Chelsea: Would I kid you? No, that’s why I said he already thinks he has this match, he got lucky because of his little boyfriend last week and no doubt he’ll be walking in clearly underestimating my skills. But you see, that’s what makes it fun for me…I walk in all hurt and showing the effects of what they’ve done to me since I stepped foot back into this federation and show them that they’re not going to keep me down that easily…but that’s not even the best part of all of this.
Melanie: What?
Chelsea: Once I win this match…I get to choose the stips for my match against TJ at Un-Killable…do you know how great that is Mel?! I haven’t got to properly get my hands on him since I left EAW…in my books last week was only a taste of it. Once I get my hands on him, after the hell he’s been putting me through…oh he’s going to have hell to pay.
Melanie: What do you mean the hell he’s put you through? Do you think he’s targeting you?
Chelsea: It’s not that much of a secret Mel, day one when I stepped back into this company I knew things were going to be bad when I saw him as the GM, but it’s even worse than I could imagine. Every week I’ve been attacked and he has had a big hand in the planning of it. Hell week one he tried to take my head off! It’s already past the point of getting personal and I’m going to make sure he remembers what I’m capable of.
Melanie: Well this week, you just worry about Michael, you forget about him and yet again the power is back into TJ’s hands.
Chelsea: Oh I know…I’m not forgetting about Michael at all. He’s tough but I know I can take him when it’s a fair match.
Melanie: And you actually believe this is going to be a fair match?
Chelsea: Hell no; I’m just stating a fact, trust me I’m going to be ready for anything else they throw my way this week. I’ve taken worse and I’m willing to take more, besides it’s no secret I thrive on pain…so in the long run they’re just making a stronger opponent.
Melanie: Just don’t get too cocky, I know you can do this but don’t let your mind get the best of you.
Chelsea: Trust me I won’t, all I know is I’m going to literally fight for my life when I get into that ring with Michael this week…and then when I go on to defeat TJ at Un-Killable I’m going to laugh as I watch them crumble after I cut off the head of the snake.
Standing up she takes a drink of water before rolling into the ring and stretching out before looking over at Melanie.
Chelsea: Come on, you owe me another go since you made me stop…you yourself said I need to be prepared, so come on and help me.
Nodding Melanie grabs Chelsea’s water taking a drink before jumping into the ring as she rings an imaginary bell as the two lock up once again.
