Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Dec 1, 2013 14:08:31 GMT -5
**Scene One**
The warm rays from a rising morning sun beam through the thin curtains covering the double doors leading out of our hotel room as my bare feet hit the white carpeting under me. A quick glance behind me shows Seifer still asleep as for a faint moment I allow a smile to come over my lips as he looks so serene. Gazing at his features I lean over softly kissing his lips before standing up and getting dressed in a pair of light grey sweat pants and a thin t-shirt, grabbing one of his hoodies I pull it over my body feeling my shoulder yell at me softly but I ignore the ache. Walking out of the bedroom I walk in to see Shelley still sound asleep as I run my hand over her head softly, she moves slightly before returning to her dreams as I pull the cover up back over her. Leaning down I place a soft kiss on her forehead before walking out of the room and back toward the main area as I decide to leave a note for Seifer.
“Went out for a while, I have my phone. Call if you need me. I love you.
-Chelsea”
Placing the note where I’m sure he’ll find it I pull the hood up on his black hoodie causing me to get a whiff of his cologne as I become tempted to crawl back up next to him, knowing I can’t just yet I pull the hoodie closer to me as I pull on my shows before walk out of the room making sure to lock the door behind me as I make my way down and out of the hotel without being seen.
Chelsea: Push my back against the wall, expect me to be the one to fall…to crumble at your hands but you couldn’t be any more foolish. My hands are tied…forced to do that which I do not wish to do, yet you still will not win. Confused yet?
Starting to jog down the sidewalk I feel the cool air brushing against my face as I can already feel my cheeks turning a bright pink.
Chelsea: Mystery matches or not she got what she wanted, she got to sit in her big comfy office and witness the beat down between two people who under normal circumstances would have never faced one another. But there are never normal circumstances in this federation, are there? I know she had to laugh while that egotistical smirk set against her lips as she watched the match unfold in front of her. But she just doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone…now we are teamed together in a match for my championship…a match that I don’t even have to get pinned in order to lose that gold…a match designed to rip allies apart. I’m sure that’s exactly what she expect this to do too…make me turn on one of the only allies I have in this company in order to make myself an even bigger target…it’s not going to work.
Continuing to jog down the sidewalk I feel the air nipping at my exposed fingers forcing me to reach into the pocket of the hoodie and take out a pair of plain black gloves as I pull them on over my fingers. Warmth immediately fills my hands as I go back to the thoughts racing through my mind.
Chelsea: So far in my career here in WCF I have successfully retained my Television Championship in two different matches…once against the feeble Adam Young and then twice against one of my best friends…someone who is practically my brother, Matthew Robinson. Honestly from what I’ve heard backstage many people didn’t believe I would even last this long…although I can’t blame them. I mean I haven’t had the smoothest start of a career, have I? That honestly would be an understatement for the hell I have gone through since stepping foot in this company…yet something in this sick twisted mind of mine begs me to stay…keeps telling me that there’s something more waiting for me at the end of this obstacle. I think the big question is…should I keep listening to it?
A simple laugh falls from my lips coming out in a white fog before hitting my face, making me realize just how cold this weather is actually becoming. Seeing a coffee shop up ahead I decide to take warmth in their building before continuing my jog back home. Walking through the doors of the building the smell of coffee consumes my sense causing me to smile as I walk over to a small table taking a seat allowing my mind to relax momentarily.
After ordering a cup of coffee it sits in front of me still half full as I stare into the caramel colored liquid, my mind had started spinning again as I kept fidgeting with the wedding ring sitting on my left hand. It had been awhile since I had it on this long as I was forced to remove it whenever I train or compete in the ring, feeling the smooth diamond under my fingers causes my mind to ease slightly but it doesn’t help completely as I feel my body tensing more each second. Letting go of the ring I pull the hoodie closer against me smelling Seifer there as I do before I go back to playing with the ring. I get pulled from my thoughts as I hear my phone playing Step up by Drowning Pool; I know automatically who it is as I look down seeing a text from Seifer. Quickly replying I decide it’s time to head back to the hotel as I pay for my coffee before walking back. Making it to the hotel I walk up to our room before opening the door and stepping inside, kicking off my shoes I leave the hoodie on as I walk deeper into the room.
Chelsea: I’m back.
Seifer: Welcome back.
He walks over to me and gives me a kiss.
Seifer: Have a good coffee?
Nodding I smile giving him a hug as I can feel him slightly caught off guard as I hold him close before letting him go.
Chelsea: I did, but it’s good to be back here with you.
Seifer: And I am glad to have you back, were you able to think things through during your walk?
Chelsea: For the most part yeah, my minds still a little scattered but I’ll be ok.
Seifer: You will be ok, I know it.
Smiling I sit down on the bed allowing myself to fall back just staring at the ceiling, resting my hands against my stomach I let out a deep breath feeling him looking at me.
Chelsea: I think last week got to me more than I ever thought it would…I’ve faced Matt before but we’ve always had a say…or there were other people in the match. I almost couldn’t fight him…I know Twilight has to be laughing her ass off right now.
Seifer: I disagree, I think she would have laughed more if you both had held back, you both proved that you are not going to take her crap... You are both going to accept the situation and not give her the satisfaction of showing any pain. Also you two put together one hell of a match.
Laughing I smile slightly nodding.
Chelsea: That’s true…my arm is still alil sore after all of that and I have no doubt he’ll still be feeling the effects of the match. I guess it’s no different than us sparing in the gym but it just made me feel a little uneasy I guess. I don’t know maybe I’m making a big deal out of something I shouldn’t be.
Seifer: I think so, me and Matt have faced each other before if you remember, in some of the most brutal matches in wrestling history but we still remain friends. I am sure he will be fine.
Chelsea: I hope so…I’m just kind of curious what will happen next. I mean they’ve gotten their taste of blood if you will…they know we will fight no matter what match…how long is it before I’m put against Stacy or Mack?
Seifer: I think you are looking at this in the wrong way, I think with these sorts of things like matches against your friends are going to happen one day, I think the best thing to do is not worry about it and accept it if it happens because I know that both Stac and Makayla will accept that also.
He walks over and sits next to me putting his hand on mine, nodding I let out a deep breath as I sit up looking at him.
Chelsea: You’re right…I guess I should really be making the best out of this situation. Besides being a champion I have to be willing to face anyone who steps in front of me.
Laughing softly I smile holding his hand.
Chelsea: You really think I gave Matt a good fight?
Seifer: You beat him didn’t you; I think that is enough of an answer in itself.
Chelsea: You have a point…maybe this isn’t so bad…I did enjoy the match. I’ve never had anyone push me to my limits in the ring as well as he did.
Seifer: Exactly, and you have come out stronger for it in the end, you have shown you are willing to fight anyone they put in the ring with you because you are that damn good.
Chelsea: I am aren’t I…
In one quick motion I grab his arm as I spin around pushing him back on the bed straddling his waist as I pin his shoulders. Laughing my hair falls down masking my face from view as I stare into his eyes.
Chelsea: This would be your cue to kick out you know.
Seifer: Oh really, sorry I think I’m getting a little rusty not being in the ring for so long.
Chelsea: Hmm you sure? I think you just like being in this position.
Seifer: Maybe, I sure am not complaining, but the question is what is your next move, you have me pinned down here so what do you do next.
Chelsea: Well I could think of a lot of things that I want to…the main question is, what will you allow me to do?
Seifer: Come on, you know I will let you do whatever comes to mind.
Smiling I nod as I reach up pulling my hair over to one side as my face comes back into view, staring down into his eyes I can see a devious smile forming on his lips causing one to appear on my own.
Chelsea: It’s as if you’ve read my mind.
Leaning down I place a passionate kiss on his lips.
Seifer: Read your mind perfectly I think.
I give him another passionate kiss feeling his hands roam down my back as the room begins to fade to black leaving nothing to be seen or heard expect for the soft laughs leaving my lips.
**Scene Two**
Walking down the spacious white walls hallway I can’t help but feel a bit uneasy as it has been my first time back in this place since my match against Matt, a few backstage employees smile happily at me as I can I must have a worried look on my face. Nodding reassuringly I give my best smile before making my way to the interview room set up at the end of the hallway, knocking twice on the door I hear a man’s voice come through.
Hank: It’s open.
Opening the wooden door I walk in being met by the smell of men’s cologne as Hank Brown sits at the table in the middle of the room, the camera man stands opposite of him as they both smile before offering me a seat to sit down.
Hank: Have a seat Chelsea and we can get started.
Closing the door behind me I sit down in the chair as a small breath leaves my lips.
Chelsea: Ok, ready when you are.
Hank: Before I do begin Chelsea, I want to check that you're okay to go ahead with this; we can always call it off if you don't feel up for it...
Chelsea: No it’s ok Hank, I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently…I need to do this.
Hank: Okay...
Hank nods towards the cameraman who begins recording and Hank smiles into the camera.
Hank: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this WCF.com Exclusive with me Hank Brown and joining me at this time is none other than our very own WCF Television Champion, Chelsea Black Armstrong! Thanks for joining me Chelsea...
Chelsea: Thanks for asking me here Hank.
Hank: Well I'd first like to begin with the Pot Luck Slam from last week, the week where nobody knew who they were facing or what kind of match they would be fighting in until the moment they were set to have the match. You ended up having to face your friend, Matthew Robinson in a Ladder match with your Television Championship on the line and after one Hell of a grueling match, you came out victorious. What was going through your mind when you first found out who your opponent was?
Chelsea: There were so many emotions in my head…I knew there was a chance that it could happen but any prepping I had done changed when I heard his music hit. Of course I was nervous but once that bell rang I knew I had to act like it was any old match…and that is what I did. In the end I’m kind of happy I faced him, he’s been one of my toughest opponents I’ve had in this federation.
Hank: I must apologize in advance for the next couple of things I am going to ask you about as I know they're very upsetting topics for you but unfortunately I have been asked to ask you these questions, so I'll get them both out of the way. How have you been coping after seeing the video of someone stalking your daughter as well as having to deal with the firing of your husband?
Taking a deep breath I nod as I cross my arms on the table.
Chelsea: The video that played during my match has been one that has haunted me since it happened…I’ve been in this situation before and it never gets easier, especially when it concerns my daughter. I have my suspicions on who is behind it though and that actually adds a bit of reassurance in my mind…They will pay for targeting my child, I can promise you that.
Closing my eyes I let a long breath fall from my lips as Seifer races into my mind from his questions.
Chelsea: The firing of my husband has been something that has hit all of us hard, mainly because it was for unjust reasons. Match stipulations or not my husband was targeted…you see I don’t mind what I say about him anymore because I’m already paying for anything they say he has done. If I’m going to pay for it I might as well do something worth punishment. Seifer will be back in this company…and I will do anything I have to to make that happen. I won’t stop until he has his contract back and the people responsible are held accountable for their wrongful actions.
Hank: What are your thoughts on the comments made by Miss Twilight stating that Justice, the tag team that consisted of your husband and your friend, Matthew Robinson along with their friends meaning the likes of yourself and Matthew's wife, Stacy are responsible for the way she is treating the entire Roster? And what are your thoughts on what took place on Wednesday Night where Oblivion had some choice words to say about all the newcomers who have entered WCF recently, claiming that they have been disrespecting the names of the WCF veterans?
Chelsea: Miss Twilight, as you said, is on nothing more than a power trip…and I’m not the first to say this. We were an easy target to push her blame on and she took advantage, the four of us came into this company with good intentions…we still have good intentions, but answer me this. How much wrongful punishment can someone take before they snap? How long can they sit back and allow someone to accuse them of false accusations until they have to stand up for themselves? As for Oblivion I don’t think his words were taken the way he wanted by some of us backstage, I’ve heard it said once and I’ll repeat it…maybe they say we are disrespecting them simply because they are afraid. We’re good…and they know it, maybe it’s been awhile since they’ve had some decent competition and now that we are staring them in the face they don’t want to deal with it. They want to push us down so they don’t have to face us…but in the end it will be a pathetic attempt.
Hank: I see, well moving on to this week and you find yourself in an interesting predicament. You are teaming with the man you defeated last week to successfully retain your Television Championship, Matthew Robinson and you are facing the tag team of Denise D'evil and Tasha Lavondyss, with the stipulation being that your title is on the line. How do you feel about the outcome of whether you remain champion or not is not only in the hands of yourself, but also in the hands of someone else? And what are your thoughts on your opponents?
Chelsea: Going into this week I am actually pretty optimistic, Matt and I make a good team and I know he will be fighting just as hard as I when that bell rings. We might have faced off last week but that’s behind us and if anything it’s helped make us stronger in this federation. He’s out for the same things I am right now so we are working toward the same goal, we will go out there and win the match and I will retain my championship like I have the past few weeks.
As for my opponents I don’t have a whole lot to say….what have they done in this federation? Denise is a current Peoples Champion…and a one-time Hardcore Champion…but does that mean much to me? I mean she lost that championship nearly as fast as she won it, am I right? She claims to be “The Death Bringer”…please, it makes me laugh. She doesn’t know the first thing about what she is talking about and this week I will do my part in shutting her up. Tasha hasn’t done anything at all that’s credible…so why should I be worried about them? They serve no point in this match other than being an example of what is going to happen until my husband gets back in this company. I will continue to retain my championship and I will continue to as Oblivion stated, disrespect the veterans if that is what it takes to make my goals happen. I might be labeled as a good guy in this company…but that doesn’t mean I have to be a good guy one hundred percent of the time.
Hank: Well Chelsea, thank you for your time and good luck on Sunday...
Chelsea: Thank you Hank.
He signals for the camera to be stopped as I let out a sigh smiling as he extends his hand allowing me to do the same.
Hank: Good luck this week Chelsea, we’re rooting for you.
Chelsea: Thanks, that means a lot. Now if you gentlemen don’t mind I think I’m going to down to the gym for a while and do some training. I’ll see you later.
Hank: Bye Chelsea.
Giving one last smile I walk out of the room before looking around the halls and slowly making my way to the gym allowing my mind to wander as I do.
**Scene Three*
Leaning against a wall I look around the gym my mind swimming as I’m unsure what to do right now, I continue to think as suddenly I’m pulled from my daze as I notice a man standing beside me. He says my names a few times as I ignore it before I feel his hand on my shoulder causing me to look up, I’m startled slightly as I see the face of Matthew Robinson. My first reaction is to grab my phone but I see there are no missed calls, setting it down I look up at him as he smiles before apparently asking his question for now the second time.
Matt: Mind if I sit down?
Shaking my head I try to refocus my thoughts as I manage a small smile.
Chelsea: N…no sorry, feel free.
Matt takes a seat beside me, after a brief moment of silence he lets out a slight chuckle.
Matt: Quite a beating you gave me on Sunday...I've still got a headache...
I can’t help but muster a small laugh as I nod, I go to look at him again but find it hard to keep eye contact as I let out a small sigh allowing a smile to stay on my lips.
Chelsea: I can say the same for you; definitely still feeling the effects from that one. But the fans seemed to enjoy it so I suppose that’s all that matters.
Matt: Yeah, seems as if this week you've got to rely on me as well as yourself to successfully defend your title…
Chelsea: It appears that way…not something I’ve ever been comfortable doing but I trust you. I know it will end as it should; I’m not ready to lose that title just yet...
Matt: I'll make sure to do everything I can to help get the victory, I know the real reason why you want to win, I know it's not just about retaining your title...
Matt places his hand onto mine and smiles at me causing my eyes to instantly try to tear up as I force it back and simply nod.
Chelsea: You can read me too well…no, it’s not just the title…I don’t know I guess in a way holding that gold makes me feel like I have some sort of power…that I’ll be more likely to do what I want. If I lose that I lose that feeling that goes with it…I’m not going to get used to him not being in that place, I won’t allow myself to. We’ve been together too long to let this happen, I’d be lying if at times I hadn’t considered just leaving and staying with him…but I know that wouldn’t be fair. I’m in too deep now anyway…I just want him back.
A shaky sigh leaves my lips as I look down at his hoodie still pulled over my body as I can sense laugher coming at me from my own mind.
Chelsea: I’m not being over dramatic am I? I mean…it’s not like he’s gone from me completely…just…I don’t know I can’t explain it.
Matt: Of course not, you've never known a life without not having him around in whatever wrestling company you're in. This kind of thing is more Stacy's scene, never been good at the whole, everything will be okay kinda stuff, you know, all the over-sensitive business. But if it helps, the fact you still are able to go back to him is something you should think about more often.
Nodding a slightly smile comes over my red lips.
Chelsea: It’s ok, you’re still someone to talk to and really I guess that’s all I need right now. I haven’t really wanted to talk to anyone about it but guess that’s me…I always seem to bottle things up to the point where I just break down…you think I’d learn better. But you’re right…at least I’m still able to be with him at home….just like you said I’ve never had it where he hasn’t been there in the arena. If anything ever went wrong he was always the first one to the ring or to help…maybe that’s it…I’m more afraid of what can happen without him being there.
Matt: You have me...and Stacy.
Chelsea: True…I guess I didn’t really think of that.
Sighing I run my fingers through my hair before looking back at Matt.
Chelsea: Sorry, my minds been so messed up lately…I don’t know how I didn’t think of you guys being there. I guess this whole situation with him has gotten to me worse than I had thought.
Matt: When your minds elsewhere you forget things that would normally be easily remembered. I have an idea that may make you feel better; Seifer and I do it all the time whenever either of us are feeling down about something.
Chelsea: What is it?
Matt: It may sound a bit daft to you, but we cut a promo taking the piss out of people that we hate...
Laughing I look at him a bit unsure.
Chelsea: I don’t know…that’s sort of your thing. Besides I’m no Seifer…I don’t think I’ll be as good about it as he is.
Matt: You'll be fine.
Chelsea: Are you sure?
Matt: It doesn't have to be perfect; all it needs to do is take your mind off things. And it's a non-aggressive way to release your emotions, and after last Sunday I don't want to be around you when you're letting your aggression out.
Laughing I can’t help but smile by the look on his face as I take a deep breath before nodding once again.
Chelsea: Ok…I’ll try it.
Matt: Great! Okay we need to go shopping for props first; we need a ginger wig, a fly suit...and a strap-on...
Giving him a strange look the thoughts begin to click in my mind causing another laugh to fall from my lips.
Chelsea: Matt…are you sure you know where you’re going with this?
He suddenly lets out a laugh and shakes his head.
Matt: I'm kidding...
Smiling I shake my head.
Chelsea: Hey, I never know with you sometimes.
Matt: Unless you want to go that far?
I look as if I ponder the thought a moment before laughing.
Chelsea: I have a feeling our other halves wouldn’t like that too much.
Matt: Well I wasn't meaning we'd do anything for real, you're my lil sis, that'd just be...weird.
Chelsea: Again you need to start being more specific around me…I’ve told you I’m not thinking clearly.
Matt: Ginger wig, strap-on equals Sarah Twilight, because well she has a dick. Fly suit for Jonny Fly...to be honest I'm not really thinking this through...let's just use words...that seems to work best.
Laughing I nod.
Chelsea: I think between the two of us that would be best.
Matt: Yeah, the two of us together is a recipe for disaster...but that's more your fault of course...
Chelsea: Hey! How is that my fault?
Matt: It's not, I'm just saying loads of random crap to make you laugh...being funny is my way of making people feel better...Stacy's the one who deals with all the soppy stuff.
Leaning back slightly I laugh before smiling and shaking my head, thinking back I smile realizing that he actually has made me feel better.
Chelsea: You’re sneaky you know that…
Matt: Hey, I used to be an undercover agent, sneaky is my middle name.
Chelsea: True…very true. I gotta say you’ve done a good job at doing it your way. I mean…if you had been Stacy I’d more than likely be crying my eyes out right.
Matt: Yeah, bloody women, bunch of crybabies.
Chelsea: Hey, I wasn’t the one that looked to be on the verge of tears after our match last week!
Matt: Oh please, that was sweat.
Chelsea: Ohh sure, whatever makes you sleep better at night.
Matt: Well what makes me sleep better at night is what Stacy and I do before we go to sleep but that's a personal story.
Chelsea: Personal? Really…your wife is practically my sister and Seifer and I usually have rooms right next to yours. Nothing you two do is that personal…if it was you two would quiet down.
Matt: She's that loud? Damn, I must be good, and I must be used to it by now I don't realize how loud she is. Sorry about that.
Chelsea: Hey don’t be…I’m sure Seifer and I aren’t the quietest people in the world.
Matt: I don't really wanna think about it, talking about sex with my wife doesn't bother me, but talking about my best friend's sex life, no thanks. How the Hell do you women do that?
Laughing I smile shrugging my shoulders.
Chelsea: It’s just natural I guess, once you find someone you are comfortable talking to about that kind of stuff, it just sticks. Trust me I know more about you than you even want to know…we tell each other practically everything. You ask a question I could probably answer it for you…but of course she’d be the same way with Seifer. Nothing is really secret between us.
Matt: I think I'll pass on that. Anyway, how about we get a bite to eat, maybe an alcoholic beverage or two and then get cutting that promo together. You look like you could use something to eat and a drink.
Chelsea: That actually sounds great, let’s go.
We both stand up walking out of the coffee shop as I pull the hoodie further around me as we start walking down the side walk looking for a good place to eat.
