Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Jan 4, 2014 20:34:47 GMT -5
**Scene One**
(Days Earlier)
After a long drive home I sit in the parking lot of the hotel Seifer and I are staying at as I force deep breaths to enter and leave my mouth, feeling another round of frustration run through me I hit the steering wheel causing a jolt of pain to rush through my wrist as I shake it off. Glancing to the rearview mirror I see my cheeks are red streaked from tears that had continuously fell since I left the arena, a quick look to the clock shows me it’s nearly midnight causing dread to enter my mind. Knowing Seifer will be waiting up for me I force myself to get out of the car, opening the back door I grab my black duffle bag before trying to compose myself the best I can and walk toward the hotel. Moving through the double doors I take the long walk up to our room on the hopes of giving me a few extra minutes to myself, it doesn’t last as long as I hope for as I know it I’m standing in front of our door.
Chelsea: Here goes nothing…
Opening the door I push through only to find Seifer sitting on the bed watching TV, walking through he glances over toward me before turning down the volume and meeting me half way as I close the door and place my bag on the floor. Pulling me in for a hug I feel his hand softly rubbing my back causing me to relax only slightly.
Seifer: You did your best, that’s all anyone can ask for.
Chelsea: I still lost though Seifer, the one item that made me credible in that place and I lost it.
Seifer: Hey, you’ve done a lot in that company, that championship did not make you who you are in that federation. Think of it as a stepping stone, you won the title and you have lost it, now it is time to go on to bigger and better things.
Chelsea: I don’t know…that championship was one of the only things that helped me stay sane in that company, after you got fired it was hard backstage. Having that championship helped me feel like I actually fit in…
Seifer: What’s the fun of fitting in? You were born to stand out, since when have you ever been one to follow the “popular” crowd? You have always been one to pave your own roads and do what you wanted in order to get where you should be, don’t let other people start telling you where you belong now.
Chelsea: Easier said than done babe. This is a big company, what if I never find my spot here? What if that championship was the start and end of my career?
Seifer: Stop with all the negative talk! Chelsea, listen to me…you will always be in this position when you start at a new company, but you fight and you move up the ranks until you are a big name that you know you should be. Just because I’m not there with you doesn’t mean you can’t be dominate. I believe in you Chels, I always have, losing that championship is merely a roadblock that you’re going to have to overcome and then you will be on your way to stardom.
Chelsea: You really think I can do this? I’m practically alone backstage…I can’t help but feel uneasy.
Seifer: What about Matt and Stacy? Are you still not talking to them?
Chelsea: I can’t…I can’t get myself to face them. I’ve always been so close to them, they are practically my siblings…I just can’t get over what happened. I know it’s stupid to be so upset over something that happened one time but it’s not only one time, Matt turned his back on you before…and that night I saw how fast that can happen…I don’t want to lose them but I don’t want to be hurt. If I avoid them I won’t have to deal with either situation.
Seifer: You do know though that you’re going to have to confront your problem sooner or later, Matt may not but you know Stacy, she’ll corner you and force an answer out of you. You two are too similar for that not to happen. I know this has been hard for you but try to keep an opened mind; I don’t want you hurting yourself.
Chelsea: I’ll try, I just have so much on my mind right now…I’m so confused, I don’t know what to do anymore. You get fired, all that stuff that happened with Shelley, I lose my championship and now I risk losing a sister and a brother…everything is slipping away from me and I feel like I have no control over it.
Feeling tears well up in my eyes I find my head resting against Seifer’s chest as he holds me close to him allowing the dam to overflow as tears race down my cheeks. He rocks softly as I feel myself moving toward the bed before he sits down pulling me onto his lap holding me against him.
Seifer: It’s going to be ok Chels, trust me. With time everything is going to clear and you’ll be stronger than ever before. I have faith you’ll be ok, but you have to believe it too.
Nodding I take a deep breath as my train of thought is interrupted by my cellphone going off as Penance by Device sounds through the air, standing up I cross to the room digging my phone out of my jacket before taking it out and lighting up the screen as I see I have a text.
Seifer: Who’s it from?
Chelsea: I don’t know the number’s blocked.
Walking over to him I sit back down on the bed as I stare at it nervously before opening the text and getting even more confused.
Seifer: What’s wrong?
Chelsea: It says to turn on the news to see a special surprise.
Reaching over Seifer I grab the remote as I switch the channel to the preprogramed news channel in the hotel as a breaking story seems to be in the works.
News caster: For those of you just tuning in you are witnessing the sight of a strange crime as three bikers have been found assaulted in a bar near Los Angeles, California. The police are stating that there is one unknown assailant and none of the eye witnesses were able to catch a look at the attacker. They also noted that the bar had a surveillance tape but when they went to review the footage it appeared to have been corrupted and they were unable to gather any information. We will be keeping up with the situation and if any new information comes in you will be the first to hear. Until then the Los Angeles county sheriff’s department is asking anyone who might have information about the attack to come forward.
Seifer: Why would someone want you to watch this?
Chelsea: I don’t know…but I’m going to find out.
Looking back at the phone I stare at the message trying to make sense of the situation as I feel the gears in my mind beginning to work, looking back at the TV I turn up the volume listening more to the situation as the room begins to fade to black.
**Scene Two**
(Present Day)
Chelsea: I’d be lying if I said my mind was on the right track right now, I’d be lying if I said everything was perfect, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t expected it to come to this…
Fingers run through my long black and red hair as I stare down onto the diamond plated steps resting under me, running the sole of one of my black boots over the coarse surface I watch it cry out as the material catches slightly before pushing through leaving the cold metal without a victim. Laughing to myself I listen to the ironic situation in my head before heaving a deep breath and looking down the corridor seeing no one else has showed up yet to the arena. Taking out my cellphone I touch the lock button on the side as the bright LCD screen lights up showing the time of 5:30am.
Chelsea: I guess that explains it…anyway, where was I?
Staring back down at the stairs I’m sitting on I feel as if a light bulb appears in my mind as I raise my head looking back in front of me at the blank white wall of the arena basement.
Chelsea: Ah, that’s right. You can say my life has been a little less than perfect since December twenty-third, if it had been any day before in this company I would be sitting here with a smile on my face and my Television Championship draped across my legs as I talked of how I defeated yet another opponent. Clearly though, that is not the case…that is not something I get to do anymore. On the night of December twenty-third I went one on one against a newcomer that goes by the name of Caleb Fourchon, after a hard fought battle and me trying nearly everything I could…he was proclaimed the winner. The new…new WCF Television Champion.
Pulling in a deep breath I close my eyes as my hands tense causing my fingernails to bite my flesh softly, I welcome the pain as I then let the breath out feeling my shoulders drop slowly before I look down at my waist envisioning where my championship had set for the last 43 days.
Chelsea: I held that championship for a month and 13 days…I defended that championship in every match that was thrown my way and all it took was a man that stands at 6’8” and weighs over 270 pounds…a man over a foot taller than I am and nearly double my weight. I should have known that the odds weren’t in my favor but I was consumed with the feeling of holding that championship, the power that comes with holding that gold in a company like this is so exhilarating that I didn’t want it to leave…I still can’t believe it left. I know though that I have to move on…I have to keep my thoughts positive and push through the ranks to get where I believe but I know it won’t be all that easy…I wouldn’t expect it to be.
Standing up I let my left hand softly graze the steel railing as I walk down the steps before standing on the cold concrete under me, Looking around there is still no signs of other beings as I start walking down the corridor with no specific destination in mind.
Chelsea: Whether it is a reward or a punishment…it can be put into either category right now…I seem to have been put in the main event of Slam. Sounds like a pretty awesome deal right? Yeah I thought the same thing until I started reading through the match, I’d be lying if I said I was intimidated right now, but I know to make the most of this match I have to show why I belong here and to help me do that I get to team up with two very well-known guys here while facing three of the arguably best wrestlers in this federation.
My teammates? I will stand side by side with Logan and Steve Orbit, talk about an interested trio. Orbit is a man with whom I have had no altercations with since I joined this federation, he is merely a man I have watched from the sidelines as it’s clear the fans are on his side when it comes to his matches. I have no doubts with him, but will he have them with me? Well I cannot blame him if that appears to be the case, but getting the chance to work with him is enough to boost my career here. Just getting to say I am teaming with the likes of Steve Orbit…do you know how much that means to one’s career? No, you probably don’t.
As I have descended further into the basement the light has slowly started to diminish as right now only my silhouette can be made out, my hand reaches out allowing my fingers to graze the cold hard wall as another deep breath leaves my lips.
Chelsea: Logan…what can I say here that isn’t already anticipated? He was one half of the pair in my kidnapping, he was one half of the pair that held my daughter captive and tried to keep her from me. I won’t stand here and lie to you; I won’t stand here and say that he will be fine standing next to me…because that is not the case. Will I team up with him? Yes, but only because there is another person in this trio that will be hurt, I’m not going to give him any false securities. When the match starts I will be out for a win, that means I will tag in and tag out as needed and I don’t care who it’s to or from. But after that match is over and whether we win or lose, he better pray that he isn’t within an arm’s reach, we will never be “friends” and you have my word on that.
But enough about the two people I will be fighting beside on Slam, clearly there are bigger fish in this match and at least two of them have given me a reason to be quite unhappy with them. Let’s start with one named Oblivion…
A subtle laugh leaves my crimson lips as I soon come to a small opening that looks like a another room hidden within the confines of the arena as I step inside allowing a gentle ray of light to shine against my face from a window hidden high on the back wall. I’m sure if I watch closely enough that I can see people passing by as if it’s looking up onto a sidewalk but it is too far out of my reach as I’m forced to slide my back down the wall until I rest in the dusty darkness surrounding me. Staring at the only opening to the hidden room I keep my eyes watching for any signs of someone else finding my spot.
Chelsea: This man has had nothing good to say about us ‘newbies’, as we were referred to ask the last few months, since we stepped foot into this company. Some people call it simply demanding respect, others…well others say that men like him are jealous because they know that when people spot fresh new talent, that those who have been here for years will soon be replaced. Forced to retire and then forgotten, placed on the shelves of children and adults alike as merely collectable pieces to grow value until something…someone…better comes along.
Is this what your fear Oblivion? You claim that you dislike all of us because we are disrespecting those of you that have come before us. The fact being that you couldn’t be further from the truth, I cannot speak for everyone and I do not try to, but if I have disrespected anyone it only comes after they have done so to me. Respect has to be earned and you are going about it the wrong way, you have it in your mind that just because you have been here for years and have a list of accomplishments that I should bow at your feet! That’s not gonna happen sweetheart, you’ve done too much to sway my opinion and I personally, can’t wait for the day you say you’re stepping down and get to admit that those of us that you claim have no respect will take your place and continue to lead this company to greatness.
You might sit there and wonder though, what have I done to you? I haven’t said anything to you; you’re just another newbie that’s biting off more than she can chew. Am I right? You’ve done plenty to me but in an indirect sense, do the names Matthew and Stacy Robinson ring a bell? You attacked Matt which then led to your match at One…and then, then you put him out indefinitely. But you’re happy with that aren’t you? You torture this man and his wife for how long and for what? To show people that they should respect you…if you’re going to torture me until I respect you then you’re going to be torturing for a pretty long time. Good luck with that one.
Running my fingers through the thick layer of dust and dirt resting against the cold floor I force my breathing to even out as I close my eyes willing calmness to fill my senses. As my chest slows and my shoulders relax I open my eyes once again staring toward the door as if expecting someone to standing there as no one is. Smiling I lean my head against the wall before letting the wheels in my mind turn.
Chelsea: Next let’s talk about the one man of the three that I have not had an altercation with, that I have no reason to be upset with, and the one man that I know just about nothing about. Waylon Cash, This is a man I’ve noticed likes to stay pretty low for the most part, a member of the coveted Savage Political Action Committee…talk about a mouthful. He’s been a three-time WCF Tag Team champion, and a one-time WCF Television and World Heavyweight champion. Other than that though…what has he done? If you take away the likes of John Gable and Benjamin Atreyu, what does that leave? Sure he’s won the Television championship and the World Heavyweight championship which both are singles titles…but he’s only held them once and how long were his reigns? It clearly wasn’t that long as it’s not noted for any special accolades…if you ask me it seems as if he needs his two partners over there to help even make him relevant.
Is that true Waylon? Please tell me what you have done on your own that was actually something credible, something that actually got you noticed in this company? What is anything that you have done that made waves that didn’t involve your buddies over in S-Pac? Anything? Anything at all come to mind? I’d be highly surprised if something did, I may not know a lot about you, but I know how to watch people and I can pick up quickly on their personalities. You’re someone who I see as one who cannot do anything worth noting if you do not have someone to back you up and help. Don’t take this as me calling you out, no, I simply want to see if you can actually do anything by yourself…what better way than to show me in that ring. We’ll see just how good you actually are.
As I talked my fingers had continuously ran through the mixture of dirt and dust under me as I now have a small pile made right beside my right leg, picking it up in my hand a few stray grains fall through the cracks before my smile disappears showing an intense grimace as I throw my arm forward sending dust and dirt everywhere through the small room. As it lingers in the air it acts as a cloud around me slightly masking the light that had been flooding through, glancing back toward the door for a split second a silhouette can be seen standing there before I blink and it disappears for good.
Chelsea: Time to talk about the last one in this match…the last man I need to worry about... Jonny Fly…a man with whom I have no history personally…but someone whose name I know all too well in my household. You’re one of the reasons my husband does not walk the halls of this federation anymore, due to your cheating ways and sneaky ending of your match with him he was fired from this company. Do you even have a conscience? To know that by cheating, and using the ropes to your advantage you ended a mans short lived career. A career that should be far from over! But because of you, you! He cannot wrestle in this company! You walk around here with your little World championship, something that shouldn’t even be around your waist, and look at everyone with a smirk and don’t get me started on that condescending attitude! I’ll make this short and sweet because honestly, it’ll make me sick if I let your name fall from my lips any longer. I don’t want your championship, I don’t want a number one contender match, all I want is the chance to get the retribution my family deserves and that will happen in this match.
When I step into that ring come Slam, I hope that you get the chance to stand right across from me because I’ll tell you know I am not one to take the easy route. I’m in a match with three of the toughest competitors in this federation, I know that don’t think I don’t, but that doesn’t intimidate me! This is just another match and another chance to prove I am worth more to this company than some people want to believe, when I step into that ring I am out to do everything in my power to ensure my team gets the win and I don’t care if I have to overcome the likes of Jonny Fly to do so! This match is my chance to shine in this company, I have no championship to hold me back, I have no people to hold me down, and this will be my time to make sure the name of Chelsea Black-Armstrong is a household name in WCF!
Staring deep into the room a soft smile rises against my ruby lips before I raise a hand to my lips letting a small stream of air move through my mouth as the air becomes consumed by dust and dirt, it continues to grow until it finally diminishes the ray of light that had come into the room leaving everything to drown in the darkness as a sharp malicious laugh rains through the air.
Chelsea: Are you ready?
