Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Aug 26, 2013 23:44:15 GMT -5
Cold calculating laughter fills the pale room that is beginning to come into view showing the layout of a child's bedroom, yellow walls standing surrounding as various pictures as hung with delicate care causing the scene to be even more deceiving, a single bed sits under the window as the glass lays shattered on the cream carpeting sitting against the floor. No blood is seen as the image pans through the floor before stopping at the sight of a clearly out of place pair of black boots, scanning up they seem to go on forever before they stop at the knee as another laugh is heard falling through the air.
"It's all starting to sink in...Isn't it?"
Panning up further a pair of dark blue jeans are seen to be tucked into the black boots as they keep moving looking at every inch of clothing hiding the chest from view as finally glimpse of black hair fall against the shoulders as a few red highlights are mixed within.
"Did you think you could keep me away?...As if."
The knowledge that realization had to of hit the minds of even the most simple minded people watching brings the suspense to a close as the ruby red lips and emerald green eyes hit the screen with a burst sending chills following throughout the entire viewing audience as a smirk settles upon my very devious lips.
"Don't worry your mind isn't playing tricks on you, this isn't little Melanie...sorry Summer...in a mask trying to deceive your mind...no they're right. Chelsea Armstrong has returned to the halls of EAW!....wow that sounded so cheesy, didn't it?"
The camera moves nodding slightly causing me to emit a playful laugh from my lips as I let a gentle breath flow from my lips as I stare deep into the camera, I soak it in...every feeling...every memory those halls hold.
"Man...If only the halls of EAW could speak right? Although what would they say about yours truly? Let's see...a woman taken under the wing in her first year by JJ Brown himself, a woman whom has yet to be World Heavyweight Champion in EAW, a champion a like when those doors closed, oh and the woman whom was involved with both TJ Pain and Kuk Killswitch...you think I'd forgotten about you boys? I promise you I haven't..."
A wicked smile spreads on my lips as my eyes glimmer in the faint light of the bedroom as I slowly close them taking in a small breath as if letting thoughts flood my mind before opening them again and shaking my head as I click my teeth.
"Although it doesn't seem as if I will get my chance at retribution against you...will I? Well...we'll see about that with time, I've always had a way of pulling strings...haven't I? But enough of that for now, my sights are set on something else...something that someone else has been granted a shot at...but only if he can defeat me. Isn't that funny? I come back into a federation, and the same week I am put in a match where I decide the fate of my opponent...don't you just love it? But wait! It gets better! If he loses...then I get that shot!"
Laughter falls once again causing my eyes to water as I shake my head wiping my eyes leaving a smear of eye liner running down both sides slightly, smiling I simple nod as I shrug my shoulders.
"I'll take it; I mean why would anything make me pass this up? It's pretty much signed, sealed, and delivered right? I go in the match, I defeat David Dreadful...I go on a few weeks ago in the match, I defeat Jordan Caliban or Michael James and I become EAW's World Heavyweight Champion! Now I'll admit I'm not too familiar with these boys but, they really need to get familiar with me. May I give you a small history lesson?"
Clearing my throat I pull out my imaginary note pad as I take the fake pencil from behind my ear before touching it to my tongue as I begin to create a list before looking up to the camera with the same cool and devious smile on my lips as I hold up my index finger.
"One, If you didn't catch my name I am Chelsea Armstrong...the Sweet Nightmare, The First Lady of Extreme, and your Hardcore princess...in more ways than one but let's save that for later. Two, I have a list of accomplishments that would keep me here all day but I shall name the only two that really come into play in this situation...Two time hall of famer and the first female World Heavyweight Champion in two different federations, I intend on making that three and I will get my way. Three, I am the holder of your nightmares and will succeed in bringing them to life...but only if needed so keep your shorts on. Four, I am simply better than you. And lastly...Five, I don't give into intimidation...I've heard every threat in the book and been called every name as well, so if you want to play mind games bring it on."
Giving a wink to the camera I smirk before settling back in the steady white wooden chair I've been sitting in as I look around my surroundings before staring back at the screen with a gaze that is both relaxed yet hypnotizing as I find the camera man wavering on his feet as I bring my hand up snapping causing the camera to jerk violently as he stands up right keeping his gaze hide from my own as a smirk settles upon my lips.
"See I was backstage at last week's show and I heard of an incident that was seen by everyone on camera, unlike most though I didn't shield my eyes from the screen...no I looked on with fascination as this man single handedly brought an innocent man to what appears to be his untimely departure from this world. Now, many of you new guys are gasping with surprise, am I right? Maybe saying something along the lines of....Oh my god! You're actually supporting this guy! Chelsea how could you!...did I get it right? Well anyway, that is another thing you need to do your research on...I'm not innocent by any means, I've had my fair share of dark history and if you think getting rid of a guy in a public bathroom is 'hardcore' you have some learning to do. Granted I haven't seen any of your other work...so maybe you've done worse, but until I see that...you're a joke man! Call me when you've tossed a guy over a cliff after seducing him into your car...yeah makes you think twice about hitting on me right?"
Standing up I stretch letting my purple tank wander up my tanned stomach letting just enough peek from under the fabric before I put my arms back down as I straighten my shirt before grabbing a soft cloth from the dresser on the other side of the room as I hand it behind the camera to the camera guy with a smirk on my lips.
"Wipe the drool from your chin will ya? Anyway, Jordan...I honestly know nothing about you, maybe you're good...maybe you're not but either way you land on that downward slope, you're still standing in my way and I just can't tolerate that. So I'll keep it simple, unfortunately for you if you shall be the person to be to face me, I can promise it won't end well for you. "
Walking over to the window I pick up the broken pieces of glass as I study them carefully before laugh throwing them back to the floor as I walk toward the door and out into the hallway as I see nothing of big importance as I once again shrug my shoulders before walking through the rest of the house seeing it relatively empty before coming to the front door and walking out onto the bare porch.
"The one man though that seems to have escaped my grasped during my career is the only man that truly matters this week. David, I know all about you and I know you know all about me. So when it comes to this match I suppose you can say it's going to be a tough one, don't go in under the assumption that it'll be easy because I'm promising you now that it won't be. I want that championship, and honestly I couldn't give a shit about what you've went through to get this shot before I stepped back through that door. Really it's only fair...I mean believe it or not, I have been around longer than you have...and it's only right that I have more of a shot at the win than you do...right? I'm not giving you the wrong impression am I? Greedy, title hungry, manipulative, why not throw in bitch to sum it up...do you see that in me? Yes...oh good! I thought I was being too nice around this place, times have changed boys and let's admit...in order to succeed you have to change with them. You're looking at a new Chelsea Armstrong; let's see ya take this one down."
Closing the door behind me I pick up a paper that had fallen to the porch floor before placing back in the small window as the camera turns reading it as I turn..."House for Sale."
"Yeah that's right, figured I'd be on the road a lot...besides have no real use for it anyway so might as well sell it. Wait...you didn't think...haha...you did didn't you? Oh that's rich, trust me if I was going to break in you'd know it. So for now my fans...enemies...haters, oh I missed you guys so much while I was gone, I'll see you real soon and the time for me to leave that ring won't come until I have that title shot tucked firmly under my arm as I walk out of that arena. The bitch is back people, Miss me?"
Sending a malicious laugh into the air I jump off of the porch before pulling my hair up into a ponytail atop my head as I tuck my hands into the front pocket of my jeans as I walk off down the gravel road in front of the house leaving nothing behind as I soon become nothing but a speak in the distance as the camera cuts to black.
"It's all starting to sink in...Isn't it?"
Panning up further a pair of dark blue jeans are seen to be tucked into the black boots as they keep moving looking at every inch of clothing hiding the chest from view as finally glimpse of black hair fall against the shoulders as a few red highlights are mixed within.
"Did you think you could keep me away?...As if."
The knowledge that realization had to of hit the minds of even the most simple minded people watching brings the suspense to a close as the ruby red lips and emerald green eyes hit the screen with a burst sending chills following throughout the entire viewing audience as a smirk settles upon my very devious lips.
"Don't worry your mind isn't playing tricks on you, this isn't little Melanie...sorry Summer...in a mask trying to deceive your mind...no they're right. Chelsea Armstrong has returned to the halls of EAW!....wow that sounded so cheesy, didn't it?"
The camera moves nodding slightly causing me to emit a playful laugh from my lips as I let a gentle breath flow from my lips as I stare deep into the camera, I soak it in...every feeling...every memory those halls hold.
"Man...If only the halls of EAW could speak right? Although what would they say about yours truly? Let's see...a woman taken under the wing in her first year by JJ Brown himself, a woman whom has yet to be World Heavyweight Champion in EAW, a champion a like when those doors closed, oh and the woman whom was involved with both TJ Pain and Kuk Killswitch...you think I'd forgotten about you boys? I promise you I haven't..."
A wicked smile spreads on my lips as my eyes glimmer in the faint light of the bedroom as I slowly close them taking in a small breath as if letting thoughts flood my mind before opening them again and shaking my head as I click my teeth.
"Although it doesn't seem as if I will get my chance at retribution against you...will I? Well...we'll see about that with time, I've always had a way of pulling strings...haven't I? But enough of that for now, my sights are set on something else...something that someone else has been granted a shot at...but only if he can defeat me. Isn't that funny? I come back into a federation, and the same week I am put in a match where I decide the fate of my opponent...don't you just love it? But wait! It gets better! If he loses...then I get that shot!"
Laughter falls once again causing my eyes to water as I shake my head wiping my eyes leaving a smear of eye liner running down both sides slightly, smiling I simple nod as I shrug my shoulders.
"I'll take it; I mean why would anything make me pass this up? It's pretty much signed, sealed, and delivered right? I go in the match, I defeat David Dreadful...I go on a few weeks ago in the match, I defeat Jordan Caliban or Michael James and I become EAW's World Heavyweight Champion! Now I'll admit I'm not too familiar with these boys but, they really need to get familiar with me. May I give you a small history lesson?"
Clearing my throat I pull out my imaginary note pad as I take the fake pencil from behind my ear before touching it to my tongue as I begin to create a list before looking up to the camera with the same cool and devious smile on my lips as I hold up my index finger.
"One, If you didn't catch my name I am Chelsea Armstrong...the Sweet Nightmare, The First Lady of Extreme, and your Hardcore princess...in more ways than one but let's save that for later. Two, I have a list of accomplishments that would keep me here all day but I shall name the only two that really come into play in this situation...Two time hall of famer and the first female World Heavyweight Champion in two different federations, I intend on making that three and I will get my way. Three, I am the holder of your nightmares and will succeed in bringing them to life...but only if needed so keep your shorts on. Four, I am simply better than you. And lastly...Five, I don't give into intimidation...I've heard every threat in the book and been called every name as well, so if you want to play mind games bring it on."
Giving a wink to the camera I smirk before settling back in the steady white wooden chair I've been sitting in as I look around my surroundings before staring back at the screen with a gaze that is both relaxed yet hypnotizing as I find the camera man wavering on his feet as I bring my hand up snapping causing the camera to jerk violently as he stands up right keeping his gaze hide from my own as a smirk settles upon my lips.
"See I was backstage at last week's show and I heard of an incident that was seen by everyone on camera, unlike most though I didn't shield my eyes from the screen...no I looked on with fascination as this man single handedly brought an innocent man to what appears to be his untimely departure from this world. Now, many of you new guys are gasping with surprise, am I right? Maybe saying something along the lines of....Oh my god! You're actually supporting this guy! Chelsea how could you!...did I get it right? Well anyway, that is another thing you need to do your research on...I'm not innocent by any means, I've had my fair share of dark history and if you think getting rid of a guy in a public bathroom is 'hardcore' you have some learning to do. Granted I haven't seen any of your other work...so maybe you've done worse, but until I see that...you're a joke man! Call me when you've tossed a guy over a cliff after seducing him into your car...yeah makes you think twice about hitting on me right?"
Standing up I stretch letting my purple tank wander up my tanned stomach letting just enough peek from under the fabric before I put my arms back down as I straighten my shirt before grabbing a soft cloth from the dresser on the other side of the room as I hand it behind the camera to the camera guy with a smirk on my lips.
"Wipe the drool from your chin will ya? Anyway, Jordan...I honestly know nothing about you, maybe you're good...maybe you're not but either way you land on that downward slope, you're still standing in my way and I just can't tolerate that. So I'll keep it simple, unfortunately for you if you shall be the person to be to face me, I can promise it won't end well for you. "
Walking over to the window I pick up the broken pieces of glass as I study them carefully before laugh throwing them back to the floor as I walk toward the door and out into the hallway as I see nothing of big importance as I once again shrug my shoulders before walking through the rest of the house seeing it relatively empty before coming to the front door and walking out onto the bare porch.
"The one man though that seems to have escaped my grasped during my career is the only man that truly matters this week. David, I know all about you and I know you know all about me. So when it comes to this match I suppose you can say it's going to be a tough one, don't go in under the assumption that it'll be easy because I'm promising you now that it won't be. I want that championship, and honestly I couldn't give a shit about what you've went through to get this shot before I stepped back through that door. Really it's only fair...I mean believe it or not, I have been around longer than you have...and it's only right that I have more of a shot at the win than you do...right? I'm not giving you the wrong impression am I? Greedy, title hungry, manipulative, why not throw in bitch to sum it up...do you see that in me? Yes...oh good! I thought I was being too nice around this place, times have changed boys and let's admit...in order to succeed you have to change with them. You're looking at a new Chelsea Armstrong; let's see ya take this one down."
Closing the door behind me I pick up a paper that had fallen to the porch floor before placing back in the small window as the camera turns reading it as I turn..."House for Sale."
"Yeah that's right, figured I'd be on the road a lot...besides have no real use for it anyway so might as well sell it. Wait...you didn't think...haha...you did didn't you? Oh that's rich, trust me if I was going to break in you'd know it. So for now my fans...enemies...haters, oh I missed you guys so much while I was gone, I'll see you real soon and the time for me to leave that ring won't come until I have that title shot tucked firmly under my arm as I walk out of that arena. The bitch is back people, Miss me?"
Sending a malicious laugh into the air I jump off of the porch before pulling my hair up into a ponytail atop my head as I tuck my hands into the front pocket of my jeans as I walk off down the gravel road in front of the house leaving nothing behind as I soon become nothing but a speak in the distance as the camera cuts to black.
