Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Nov 8, 2013 21:24:10 GMT -5
**Scene One**
Staring into the full length mirror hooked over our bathroom door I let out a frustrated sigh as I hold a bottle of liquid foundation in my hand. Placing my finger over the opening I tip it over letting the make-up cover my fingertip before I run it over my cheek smoothing it out before placing it down and picking up a small compact of powder foundation. Picking up the small silky pad I rub it over the make-up before putting that over the foundation already on my cheek as I try my best to even out the color, closing my eye I wipe the free powder from my face before looking back in the mirror and letting out another sigh as tears threaten my eyes. The scar stands out visible still in my eyes as I grab a wet wash cloth and wipe off the make-up prepared to start again as a knock sounds at the door.
Seifer: Chelsea? Is everything ok?
Chelsea: Yeah…yeah everything’s fine.
Seifer: Are you sure?
I can’t reply as tears have started running down my cheeks making streaks from what make-up I hadn’t managed to remove, staring at my reflection I can’t see anything but the scar as I shake my head before falling to the ground as I then lean my back against the tub letting the tears fall before I pick up the glass bottle of foundation throwing it against the far wall as the glass shatters sending the beige color splattering everywhere causing the door to burst open as Seifer stares at the mess before looking at me.
Seifer: Chelsea? Chelsea, what happened?
Chelsea: It won’t go away Seifer…I try to cover it up and it won’t go away!
Sitting down beside me he pulls me toward him allowing me to burying my head against his chest as his hands stroke my back trying to calm me down. Taking a few deep breaths I shake my head, keeping it against him.
Chelsea: Why…why is this one getting to me so much more than all the others? I have hundreds of scars all over my body, why does this one drive me so crazy?
Seifer: Because of where it is, you know you have all those other scars but you don’t look at them on a daily basis…this one you no matter how much make-up you put on you still manage to see it clear as day when you look in the mirror and you believe that everyone else can do the same.
Chelsea: Well they can can’t they? I mean it’s right there! It stares at me every time I look in a damn mirror!
Seifer: No one pays attention to it Chelsea, trust me…when you put on your make-up like normal…with no extra…no one notices it at all. You only think people see it because it bugs you so much.
Chelsea: I try to think people don’t notice it…but it’s so hard…how do you do it?
Seifer: I’ve had years of dealing with mine Chels, it’s always hard at first but then I look at you and remember that you fell in love with me even though I have my scar…even with all of my imperfections, you still love me. No one else’s opinion matters to me; the only one I care for is yours.
Chelsea: Will I ever get used to having it?
Seifer: I’m sure you will, but it’s really not as bad as you think it is. It looks worse in your mind that it is in reality…besides to me it’s cute.
Chelsea: Really? How do you think this makes me look cute?
Raising my hand up I go to run my fingers over the scar as he stops me before placing his own hand against my cheek, his fingertips run over the scar as the look on his face causes a smile to spread over my ruby lips.
Seifer: Because of that, that smile…no matter what I will find that smile cute. You will always be the most attractive woman in the room, I don’t care how you look…I’ve seen you at you’re worst Chels, and I still love you…what does that tell you?
Chelsea: That you’ve clearly taken too many chair shots to the head.
He laughs before shaking his head.
Seifer: No…well ok yes, but what it means is that no matter what that coward or anyone else does to you I will always love you, and I will always love how you look. So no more layers of make-up…no more letting Lilith get into your head because of a little blemish, just forget about it for a while and I promise you will feel better.
Chelsea: It’s going to take me awhile to do that…
Seifer: I know, but I know you can do it.
Chelsea: Thanks…sorry about the mess, it just got overwhelming.
Seifer: Don’t worry about it; I’ll clean it up later. Come on, go get changed and we’ll go for a walk or something…we both have matches coming up this week, you have a big one especially, you don’t need to be all stressed going into this if you want that championship.
Nodding I stand up as I carefully step over the broken glass now laying on the floor as I move back into the main bedroom area allowing my mind to calm for the first time in a while as I make myself one promise…from now on I stay away from all mirrors.
**Scene Two**
Looking around I check my phone once again as I pull it out of my pocket, I had gotten a phone call nearly an hour ago from someone telling me they wanted to meet me and it had to do with my case. They hadn’t said much besides they were a friend of Chase’s and it was important we talk…in my mind I hoped for nothing but good news but deep inside a part of me dreaded what he had to say. The area he sent me to sends chills down my spine as it looks as if it was deserted a while back, no one else seems to be near and I can hear the soft whisper as every breath falls from my lips as I remain seated in my car. I can’t but help hit the lock button every few minutes as paranoia slowly creeps into my mind. As I sit there I hear the roar of a car’s engine as I look over and a see a late 1960's early 1970's Black Corvette Stingray. The car pulls up beside me but I can't make out the figure or figures in the car as the windows are all tinted. The driver pulls up and parks just in front of my car I can just about make out the license plate which reads RC 1 as I look up I see a sharply dressed man step out of the driver’s side and I recognize him from my days in NWA, he's none other than Robert Connors. A sigh of relief leaves my lips as I get out of the car to meet him.
Chelsea: You don’t know how happy I am to see you.
A smile comes across his face.
Connors: Yeah I should have picked a better place really but I've been watching a lot of old spy movies recently and couldn't resist.
Chelsea: And you knew I would be an easy target to freak out?
Laughing I lean against the hood of my car as I cross my arms across my chest.
Chelsea: So why did you need to meet me anyway?
Connors: Well I've had my highly overpaid lawyers look in to your case and the signs are actually quite positive, the eye witness has since recanted their statement to the police with a little help, there is no hard evidence to speak of and as I understand it the supposed victim isn't in fit state to identify you and if she does recover not a lot of people are going to believe her as to what she believed she saw plus we have also found it incredibly hard to pin down the whereabouts of your stalker/copycat...
Chelsea: So…taking all of those points into account, does that mean I’m nearly free of all of this? I mean if there’s no evidence to pin me to this do I have anything to worry about? And I haven’t seen her either, but isn’t that a good thing?
Connors: That's a very good thing means if my team can't find her then neither can the police which means they won't be able to debuff your alibi which I've managed to have backed up by several individuals
Chelsea: What exactly is my alibi…?
Connors: That's simple actually we have you at your hotel room with a receptionist and waiter helping you with room service along with a cleaner spotted you opening the door to sign for the food and drink
Connors reaches into his pocket and brings out a receipt and hands it to me.
Connors: That's the receipt for your order the hotel special and a bottle of wine to wash it down
Looking at the receipt I can feel my eyes widen slightly before a subtle laugh leaves my lips, placing the receipt carefully into my pocket I look back up at him.
Chelsea: You guys really don’t let any detail go missed, so as far as it goes…no one saw me at the hospital or anything of the such. That’s all been taken care of?
Connors: Yep and if anyone did we can use your look-a-like stalker defense so it won't be a problem. We've also managed to make sure the hotel has record of your call to room service along with security footage to go along with it so you're more than covered.
Chelsea: A part of me is shocked on how good you guys are…but then again with the one who recommended you it shouldn’t surprise me. Is there anything at all I need to do to ensure that everything continues to run smoothly?
Connors: Not that I can think of, your deposit cleared so that's not an issue all you need to keep your head down and make sure you get some good publicity, we want for people to see you in a favorable light. Oh and seeing as you still owe us for our services I would make sure to avoid our mutual friend he's not the best frame of mind right now and I would advise you to pass on the message to your partner and friends.
Chelsea: I will be sure to do that, do you have any estimate on how long it will take for all of this to blow over?
Connors: Matters like these tend to drag on; courts aren't too worried about these types of matters
I nod as I take a deep breath before glancing around us, in my mind I know we’re alone but I can’t help but check every now and then.
Chelsea: That makes sense, it sounds like everything is pretty much taken care of…I do have to say you guys work faster than I imagined.
Connors: It's best to get a head of these matters plus with our other clients, we're normally dealing with more difficult situations
Chelsea: I can only imagine…but anyway, is there anything else we need to discuss?
Connors: Not that I can think off plus this was more of a courtesy call than anything as I won't be around for a while business over in California needs my attention.
Chelsea: In that case thank you for getting with me, it’s nice to have an update on this stuff. I do have a question though, if it’s ok to ask…have you just gotten into this stuff or was there this secret side to you that I didn’t really know about in NWA?
Connors: NWA was business as I was brought into problem solve sadly not even I could save that place from going under.
Connors checks his expensive looking Rolex watch.
Connors: I'm afraid unless there's anything more we need to discuss; I need to get to California before someone does something he'll regret...
Listening to his words I feel something come to mind before the feeling of nervousness returns.
Chelsea: Are you talking about…
He smiles.
Connors: It's not good for business to comment on other matters.
I nod as if I understand but I can’t help my mind from wandering as I stand up straight.
Chelsea: I’ll let you get going then, thank you again for meeting me.
Connors: No problem, if you don't mind I'll follow you out to make sure you get back to civilization safely
Chelsea: I don’t mind at all, if anything I encourage it.
Connors: Part of the service...
Connors walks over to my car and opens the door for me. I can’t help but smile as I get into the car allowing him to shut the door, he flashes me a smile before giving a slight nod as he walks back over to his car getting in. Starting my car I hit the lock button again just as a bit of reassurance before I start to drive off back to town as I check my rearview mirror to make sure he stays behind me. Coming to a stop sign I glance in the mirror again only to notice a brunette woman sitting in the passenger seat of the car whom I hadn’t noticed earlier, the two look to be in the midst of conversation as I can’t help but wonder who exactly this mystery woman is. My breath catches as I notice Conner’s glance up at me as I see I’ve been stopped at the sign for well past a minute, I swear I see a smirk on his lips as I take off finally coming back into the edge of town. Starting to drive through town I feel myself relax at the sight of other people, looking up to the rearview mirror I force my foot to keep from hitting the break as he has disappeared, I look in all of my mirrors but there is no sight of the black sports car. Laughing I shake my head as it becomes apparent of just how good they really are.
**Scene Three**
Chelsea: I was told to play it nice, but then again I’ve been told a lot of things since I came into this company. I can’t help but laugh though, if you would have told me that by my third match in this company I would be in the position I am…I would have laughed in your face and brushed on past. I mean…with all of the chaos that’s happened I never imagined that I’d be getting a shot at a championship on only my second singles match here.
Sighing happily I stare into a fire that comes to life sending orange embers to an open sky as the flames flicker from front of my face.
Chelsea: This week I go into the match with something that seems to becoming common in this company…no real information on whom my opponent is. I know his name, I’ve seen his past matches, I know he has made an impact this year alone…but who really is John Barber. I mean other than a piece of eye candy that seems to beckon to the fans every call. Is he going to be a challenge…or is he going to be an easy win? I honestly cannot tell you an answer based off of the information I have seen. See, my first match here I teamed with my husband so he was able to fill me in on our opponents, last week I was against a man well known enough that his information came easily and put me in a spot I was comfortable with. But Barber…well Barber seems to have his stuff on lock.
Picking up a stick from the cool ground I hold it into the fire as I see it starting to burn slightly before coming to life with a flame of its own, pulling it back I watch the flame as it burns slowly allowing the stick to stay tight in my grasp.
Chelsea: John, I can already read your mind…and yet I know nothing of you. I know you like to take people out with your finisher…a finisher that others have tried to ban so you claim. It is no secret that I will be prime target for you to lock that cross arm breaker in, only a fool wouldn’t use that move to get a fast win…and to hold the championship as long as you have well I can only assume that you most certainly are not a fool. I could be wrong though…I could be wrong.
This could go a totally different direction; maybe you just haven’t had the right opponents? Could that be it…I mean you talk of how long you’ve held that title and practically how easy you’ve been able to do it. Maybe all it takes is someone to walk in and not play into your little mind games, someone who can see past your little façade and know that they can take that title from you. Is that what you want John? For someone to get in your face and tell you that the clock is ticking, your time is done and it’s time for someone else to take over the reign? I’m not wasting my time, listen it’s plain and simple…although I wasn’t expecting this match I’m not going to turn it down but that doesn’t mean that my career dies if I don’t win this match. I’m one and one right now and I don’t mind which way this match goes. So don’t pull out all your lines about how if you defeat me then I might as well crawl back to the hole I came out of and leave the company…it’s not going to happen.
The fire has continues to rise up the stick sending ashes falling to the ground as I keep my grasp on the end letting it inch closer with every second, my ruby smile shines bright as I look up to the blackened sky watching the embers race through the air.
Chelsea: This is not going to be a typical match Barber; I’m not going to stress and waste your time about this so I don’t expect you to go wasting mine. The fact of the matter is, I’m always up for a fight and I never back down just because of who my opponent is. So this week when that bell rings and you stare at what you will nonetheless believe is a broken down rookie with no motive remember one thing, this is not my first championship match and I don’t stop until I absolutely have to, besides even if I'm not worried about this match...it's only fact that the Championship would look a lot better around my waist than yours. You can't agree with that...can you? You know I'm actually starting to look forward to this match and I hope your feelings are turning into the same. There's a lot this company doesn't know about me and what better way to show them than against someone like you. With the rules set in place though I promise blood with be shed, so go on and tell me this…are you ready?
My soft laughter fills the air as I allow the small part of the stick that is left in my hand to fall back into the fire as it begins to die out until nothing is seen except for the dying embers breathing on the ground with each breeze that flows through the air.
