Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Nov 6, 2013 15:42:26 GMT -5
**Scene One**
Chelsea: They say you know the best about a person when their back is against the wall…what they don’t mention though is you better have a good grip against them or they will turn around and it’ll be your turned to be pinned.
Nothing is heard tonight as the quietness of the situation makes the tension in the room all the more eerier, not even a single breeze flows through the air….nothing moves as if scared to death that something will happen if it dares.
Chelsea: Last week I did something that nearly everyone claimed I could not…I pinned the shoulders of Tommy Rowan for the second time in this federation. Some will say once again I got lucky, that it wouldn’t have happened had Michael not gotten in the way…well maybe that’s the case but the fact of the matter is that he did get in the way of Tommy…and I did get that pin. No matter how you spin it the records still show that I have had two successful wins over that of Rowan, and now I am finished with him.
That’s right…I’m done with him, I’ve made my point that he is no longer the force he once was and now it is time for me to do something that is worthy of my time and concentration. I am ready for bigger things within this federation, people can say what they want and call me what they want but the fact is that I have proved myself worthy. Like me or hate me, I’m here…and I’m not going anywhere.
The room lightens as I’m sitting in the middle of my EoV locker room, nothing has been moved or disturbed and I’m dressed in similar attire that I wore at the last show. My legs are crossed as my right hand sits atop allowing my left to be rested on the side of the black couch sitting against the wall, my crimson smile shows through but still no noise is heard.
Chelsea: See, I’ve been in this federation long enough to know that in order to get what you want you have to play a little dirty, so that means taking a win no matter the means that it comes by. Now I have my sights on a different man in this federation…a man whom until last week the books claim I never defeated, even last week they show I only won over him because of his partner. Yes, Michael James…you know my name very well, nearly as well as I know yours…we are no stranger when it comes to that ring and with time I will get my wish and be able to come after you again.
You can say you are tired of facing me, that I had my chances at you and then loss…but that is not the case if you were to look within my mind. I can see it in your eyes when I’m standing across from you that you enjoy our matches, I give you a challenge that most in this federation cannot give you…and soon, very soon…you will have to deal with me again, but until then good luck with working things out with your little stable buddies, they don’t seem to be as forgiving as I am.
A soft laugh leaves my lips as the room slowly fades back to black leaving nothing but the silent to seep into your senses and pull you away from reality.
**Scene Two**
Twigs break under my boot covered feet as I walk through dense trees seemingly leading to the middle of nowhere, the full moon shines bright up ahead allowing my body to come into view. My hair hangs loosely down my shoulders as a thin green jacket lies over my top, matching the color of my emerald eyes, leading down to a pair of dark blue jeans. A small laugh leaves my ruby lips as I look up at the moon before moving back through the trees.
Chelsea: So after weeks of hard fought battles, scars and bruises that don’t seem to want to leave me, it’s as if management is giving me a break this week. I have tuned in and noticed that I have been put against a woman who goes by the name of Malice…nice name….a copied personality. I attempted to watch the sweet video are resident new girl attempted to play against me….yes attempted, because I turned it off half way through…the whole character just seemed like a strange case of déjà vu, do you guys agree? Yes those of you who have followed me entire career can nod in agreement as I know you, just like I, had to do a double take when our sweetheart first came into view. Dark hair with colored highlights, those pants…cut them into shorts and think about it, a corset…as if I have to explain. This all just looks extremely familiar to me, does it to you?
Yes, you have it right…unless you’re just too dense to get a grasp of what I’m saying…I’m going with that old cliché line, you remember me of myself. But not my current self, no my younger self…don’t take it as a compliment, I wouldn’t expect you to anyway but the fact of the matter is that basically I’m stepping into the ring with a copy of myself that is simply less talented and already has an ego too big for her shoulders.
Heaving a small sigh I turn my gaze back toward the moon as I find a tree stump suitable for sitting as I take a seat and allow my body to be illuminated in the late.
Chelsea: This woman seems to have done her research on just who I seem to be within this company, she claims that just because I have some clever story it means that I shall not defeat her this week…that is where she is wrong though. Because we both know that even if the books say I lost the crowd will know who the true victor was as I leave her lying in the ring unconscious. She claims that I cling to that of once was, to the woman hiding inside of me…but once again she is wrong. MoD is not the leading lady; she is simply the woman that comes back out when an encore is performed.
See, for someone who claimed to know so much about me…you really know nothing at all, do you? You hide behind this dark personality that I know all too much about, you are playing with fire and the truth of the matter is, I already know all the tricks of the darkness and that within. I am not some imposter trying to use intimidation by pretending to kill a simple infant, no I am a woman who has lived in the darkness and ended lives for the pleasure of my own being, I have been through the emotions of love and hurt, ecstasy and withdraw….I have been through it and all you know what Malice, you are nothing but a simple notch on my belt as I go on to deal with more important business.
Letting my legs stretch out on the ground I allow myself to slip from the stump as I lay on the leave covered forest floor, staring up at the bright moon I let the smile stay on my lips.
Chelsea: This match will be nothing to me, win or lose you will know your place in this company after I am through with you and I promise that you will understand the true meaning of darkness. You claim that this is your playground…you are simply the toddler in preschool coming up to survive in the real world, you’re nothing but a tiny fish in a tank of sharks and soon enough you will learn that. We’ll see just how long you last in this federation, the rate you’re going I won’t give it long…just make sure you have a backup plan for when your little career washes out in the ring because I can promise you I always come in ready to fight, and I am at the point where I will do anything to secure my place in this company. No one and I mean no one is going to replace me or make me back down, so skip to the gym and actually prepare instead of dropping props from three feet high. I’ll see you soon.
**Scene Three**
The EoV arena comes into view as the hallways are lively with the chattering of backstage personnel and various wrestlers all going about their own business ignoring everything happening around them. Everything seems fine except for one worker with his ear pressed against the door of a locker room; he is attempting to hide it as he has a clipboard and is writing away as so far passersby are not paying attention to him. The camera moves in focusing on his writing as the name Chelsea Armstrong is seen…it is then clear another name is attempting to be written but it keeps changing as it he can’t figure out who exactly it is. At that time the camera picks up on the talking going on behind the closed door as it is now clear it is the locker room of Chelsea Armstrong.
On the other side of the door I sit on the couch as a man sits across from me in a chair placed in the corner, any other time our arrangement would seem odd for a pair in the room alone but I have moved him away from the door as I know it’s been a mystery as to who I have been communicating for the last week. The keyhole on my door looks straight across to the couch so I can be seen but the man also in the room remains hidden as I smile knowing this fact.
Chelsea: So what about last week? Have you heard anything that’s going to happen from that?
??: I’m not sure, they were pretty pissed…as you can imagine.
Chelsea: But how can they be pissed? Weren’t you just doing your job? Wasn’t there anyone else around to explain what happened?
??: Do you think they’d listen if there were? But let’s change the topic, what about you?
Chelsea: What about me?
??: After last week, that huge win you got…what are your plans now?
Chelsea: Well I wouldn’t call it a huge win…or at least others wouldn’t but it’s not my fault my opponents can’t get along…is it?
??: Not at all.
Chelsea: Anyway, this week is business as normal...i don’t really have anything special planned for this match up.
??: What about Chase?
Chelsea: Oh he’s gone, apparently some type of business he had to take care of, so I’m finally free of him for a while…no more paranoia, at least for this week.
??: That’s a plus, maybe now you will actually be calm when we’re in this building.
Chelsea: Hey, I try…you think it’d keep me at easy knowing others in this place are watching him as well.
??: Well as you said, don’t worry about him. What about your opponent, Malice is it? Have you thought of how you’re going to handle her?
Chelsea: I’ve already covered that, she’s nothing honestly…I have my eyes set on something bigger.
??: Isn’t that always the case?
A smirk shows on his lips as I can hear the cockiness sounding in his voice making me laugh as I shake my head.
Chelsea: Yes usually, but seriously…I’m ready to get out of these amateur matches…I think I’ve proved myself worthy, yes I had a rocky start but haven’t I improved?
??: You have, soon enough you will move up…trust me. Just be patient.
Chelsea: I’m trying but this wait is killing me!
??: Well how about I keep you occupied then.
He goes to stand up as I smile shaking my head before pointing at the door.
Chelsea: Not here, later.
A frustrated sigh leaves his lips causing another laugh to fall from my lips as the chatter in the hall grows louder showing show time nearing as feet shuffling along rings through the door telling us that soon enough the coast will be clear.
Chelsea: Everything is starting to settle into place…are you ready?
