Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Mar 2, 2014 17:52:33 GMT -5
“Whisper her name and she’ll come in the dark…no warning, no mercy…you’ll die on the spot, never seeing her face, never feeling her touch…but one things for certain, you will undoubtedly hear her voice.”
**Scene One**
“The amount of so called monsters running through this federation is on a level that is disturbing and almost comical, this week I will stand in that ring across from three of the largest jokes this company has ever seen. The team of Oblivion, Night Rider, and of course little miss Denise D’evil. The latter two call each other the ‘Shadow Demons’…as if that isn’t laughable they kidnapped the biggest has been in this federation…now if you ask me kidnapping isn’t a very good way to handle your problems.”
A sharp laugh leaves her lips in a chuckle as for the first time the face to the voice we’ve been hearing comes into view. Standing in the middle of an empty arena the three ring ropes surround her lonely body as she spins in a circle allowing her eyes to scan every seat in attendance. As far as she can see by the naked eye none of them are occupied allowing her to have complete and utter control over the room at hand. Turning toward the stage the titantron flashes with the WCF logo before she raises her left hand snapping her fingers as suddenly everything goes dark before a different image appears on the tron. Her name shines bright in glowing lime green letters allowing her to push a soft sigh from her crimson lips before laughing again and taking her seat where she stands.
“Sorry I forgot those of you watching are clearly ignorant to that joke, anyway, as I was saying…”
As if another snap of her fingers had clicked beside her ears the smile disappears quickly leaving a smug expression to rest against her facial features, closing her eyes deep breaths run in and out of her lips as if trying to calm herself but the opposite appears to be happening. Her cheeks begin turning a bright pink slowly cascading into a deep red as her eyes fly open showing the green color almost hidden behind a mask of tears, not one of them spills over her black eyeliner but by the look on her face it’s clear it’s taking a lot of control to keep that intact.
“It’s been spoke backstage that some believe S-Pac has become soft…that the group isn’t quite what it used to be. The intimidation factor is lacking and that hasn’t set very well with me. You see, when I was first brought into this group I had negative feelings that I forced myself to push to the back of my mind…but now…well not they are coming back to the surface and I have to address them, so please Oblivion, Night Rider, Denise…if you’ll please just take a seat in the waiting area I’ll get to you soon enough.”
Now rising to her feet she looks down as a look comes across her face as if she’s unhappy with her appearance…mumbling to herself it’s clear to make out the line “This isn’t me” as she once more looks around the large room making sure she’s by herself. Running her fingers up her torso she grabs the zipper holding together the black leather jacket that had been resting against her as she unzips it and throws it to the side and out of the ring. Standing there in a her ring gear she shakes her head still not happy as she reaches behind her fiddling with something behind her back before the corset begins to loosen and she tosses it aside leaving her top half in nothing but a strapless black bra. Looking down she again isn’t satisfied as she bends over unzipping the black knee high boots and kicks them off before she grabs at the fence net tights ripping the fabric from her body leaving small red marks before she stands in the ring looking up at the ceiling. Standing there the light shines down on her pale body showing the disappearance of make up against her face or body as this time….unlike in her matches…every scar she has is clear against her body almost glimmering from the bright light.
Looking down she reaches up letting her hair out of the updo it was in as the black and red waves cascade down her back and shoulders. She holds out an arm letting the opposite hand run up her skin feeling every scar and bump that makes up every imperfection on her body, turning in a circle she allows the camera to catch ever small scar that covers her arms, legs, stomach, back…if there’s one inch that we see no scar it’s almost as if we know we are overlooking the white line showing that each line and mark holds more emotions than she would ever tell those around her. Looking back into the face of our mistress a few tears have ran over the edge of her eyes giving that patented look against her cheeks as the tears have caused what remaining eye liner and mascara she had on to run down her cheeks in thin black rivers.
“When I was confronted by Scott Savage about joining this group my mind was hesitant, I wasn’t where I wanted to be in this federation but joining with a man who was looked at as basically the devil of WCF isn’t exactly the most reassuring thought when you think of it. It took a while for me to figure out what my answer would be but it took until after I had joined that I realized something I hadn’t before…something I should have.
When you join a federation and you step into that ring you are judged by basically three different things…your technique, your ability to work a crowd, and your look…how you are away from the ring means nothing to those men and it has taken me to now to see that. Scott didn’t care who I was away from that ring, he saw what I was and could do in the ring and he wanted it…he wanted to take it and mold it into his own little perfect monster…he wanted and wants to use my abilities to his advantage, something I shall allow him to do. But there is something more to this situation, something that had crossed my mind briefly but now it’s definite in my mind that it’s becoming a problem.”
Taking a deep breath in through her lips she closes her mouth before falling to her knees on the mat as now the material appears to be cool against her nearly bare body as she shivers before sitting back and pulling her knees to her chest in a single moment of vulnerability she looks around the arena before resting her chin against her knees and finally allowing the breath to fall back from her mouth.
“I am not, nor will I ever be or try to be John Gable…but by saying that I can’t help but allow the thoughts to race through my mind as I question if I am the person to fill those shoes. When I came into this company I’d heard of S-Pac through many voices backstage and it was no joke that it was the three of them together that made that group as glorious as it was…people feared that group, they talked about that group in a tone of worriedness but now…now people are laughing in their direction and only one thing has changed…my inclusion in the group. People look my way and they see another goth chick trying to summon the dark powers to use as her advantage in any means necessary…but that’s the Chelsea Armstrong you see in the ring, that’s not me! I’m more than another girl lurking in the shadows and clinging to the arm of those around me! I’m not your stereotypical girl with dark makeup and I refuse to hold onto that façade any longer!”
Lashing out she hits the mat beside her with enough strength it causes her to bounce as the mat moves and the ropes wiggle in their confines from the force of the blow, with fingers still splayed out against the grey material her eyes lock on the mat as if either trying to regain control or summon the courage to continue the route she has now chosen to walk. Moving back to her knees the feeling of hitting the mat seems to have given her a bit of pleasure as she pulls back before letting her arms go hitting them one after the other into the material as if looking like a child having a temper tantrum. The hits begin to so slow and soon fade completely as she lets her knees give way leaving her laying on her stomach in the middle of the ring, her arms rest as her hands move above her head caressing the hair that has fallen delicately to the ring. Letting her body stay still against the cool material her eyes look almost glazed as she stares over her arm toward the ramp, not moving at all, just lying there letting her body look almost lifeless as it stays still in the middle of that ring. Allowing her arm to finally move under her she begins to maneuver herself but only enough to roll over on her back as she pulls up on the bra that had begun to slip down, then letting her arms fall to her side we look directly down upon her as the seats have disappeared from frame leaving nothing but the motionless Chelsea to keep our eyes on.
“This is who I am…laid out completely exposed for you to see every imperfection, this is who I have always been…and always will be. I am not John Gable…and I will never try to push myself again to fill those shoes, but I am not a weak link and S-Pac has not gotten soft. Ever since I joined S-Pac I have been doing my best in my matches and winning those that have mattered, I have done what is necessary to ensure I was doing the best I could to hold up my end of the group and I am done trying to prove myself to those people who couldn’t give a shit who I am. I am Chelsea Black-Armstrong…I am the only female member of the Savage Political Action Committee, and I am still the nightmare I have always been when it comes to my ability in and out of the ring. I do not need to shout, yell, or abuse my body as I put hit after hit against some unmovable target, I know where I stand and those who doubt my mindset are people I do not need to worry about anymore.
For too long I have stood my ground in wrestling rings while people gawked and took pictures all the while knowing in my mind that those pictures were merely to make fun of as they spewed the words from their mouth such as ’undeserving, worthless, mediocre, unimportant’…but they are wrong, they have always been wrong and it took myself starting to believe those very words for me to see the false premise behind them. It took me doubting myself and allowing my own mind to believe I was the weak link for me to see that it couldn’t be further from the truth. People are still scared of S-Pac and it is the fear they are feeling that is making them use those words in an attempt to break us down and give themselves a feeling of false security. It isn’t going to happen anymore…you are looking at a woman who has showed you the part of her being that was forever private…but it wasn’t for your own good…no, it was for her own. It has done nothing but help me become stronger and in the end you will be the one to suffer at my new found strength. I promise you that.”
Gazing down at her body the scars seem even more prominent from the bright light as she allows her fingers to graze her body letting her fingers travel over every visible imperfection shown. Sitting up she crosses her legs in front of her letting her hair fall down her back before taking another deep breath.
“You see S-Pac is not soft because we are able to work together better than most groups ever have before, we know how to handle one another and we know what to do with the going gets tough. But there’s one other factor, S-Pac is not soft because I am not soft, the scars I have on my body don’t allow me to be soft anymore and that I cherish. The scars I’ve obtained have created an armor like shield to my body which has allowed me to better process pain and torture put against my being and by doing so has made the main a more pleasurable experience to me than one of misery. That is how this Sunday I will help Waylon and Benjamin defeat the likes of Oblivion and the little Shadow Demons. The false claims that S-Pac is weak ends this Sunday when I help rip all three of you apart until you beg for mercy and see the true meaning of darkness and I promise you that!
As for the three I’m facing I say we reschedule this little meeting for I’ve taken up my fair share of time in this arena and the maintenance guys need to get this place ready, so until then I bid you all ado…and I hope you all have come to see who the true and real Mistress of Darkness is.”
“They tend to misunderstand the paper man with scissor hands who watches the hourglass for grains of sand to fall and fall again as he pretends that everything he lays his hands on doesn't turn to shreds.”
**Scene Two**
As the camera light went out leaving her truly lonely in her surroundings she gazed up at the tron as the screen went back to the WCF logo, heaving a deep sigh she runs her fingers through her hair before pulling her knees back up to her chest as she looks around whatever confidence she had momentarily grasped fading away into the darkness of the arena.
“Who am I kidding…I’ll never compare to Gable. What am I even doing here anymore?”
“I was starting to wonder that myself.”
Looking around for the source of the sudden voice a silhouette shows in one of the seats moving into a stream of light showing from the titantron, moving to a standing position she looks toward the figure before they come into view causing her to step back almost instinctively as her hands immediately go to the newer scars painted across her torso.
“Scott…I thought I was alone.”
"You are right that you will never replace Gable. Gable won us those titles that are currently around the waists of our opponents. He defended those titles until he couldn't anymore and never questioned himself for one moment, always believed he was right even if everyone else thought he was delusional...Is confidence just a mask for you? Do you just put it on when you need it?”
“No I…I didn’t think but…I don’t know…maybe.”
“We have spoken about this again and again and again. There is no use in appearing like you believe something if you are just shaking on the inside. I never recruit people who lie to themselves, it makes them a liability and you are not a liability for me, are you?”
“No, no of course not, I want to do you good. I don’t want to disappoint you and I’m striving so hard not to. That’s why I’m trying so hard, everyone thinks the weak link…I want to prove them wrong. ”
“I need to know that you take S-PAC seriously…More seriously than all the doubters. Because you can say you refuse to be the weak link but if you are just saying it to hear it then you truly might be that very thing. I am not saying you are but I need to know you believe what you say. S-PAC got hit hard last week and that is embarrassing to me. Having a client in the World title scene and just lose like he did and having another who might just be ‘God Given Greatness’ fall on live television is just as bad. And to have the one person who didn’t fall apart up there to question themselves is a major concern I feel like I need to address.”
“I promise I’ll get myself in check, I can do this, and I can make sure that we win the match this week. Please…Scott, let me prove myself to you, I know I keep saying this but I mean it. I can make this happen.”
“You are going up against the most unrelenting psychopaths this company has. They will not give you the time of day let alone the time to think. You need to KNOW you are going to come out with the victory or they will turn you into a grease spot and all I have worked for will end up being a waste. You do not want to be the one left to blame if you are truly as determined as you say you are.”
“I swear, I’ll give it my all and help those guys get the win. I don’t care how big they are, I’m just as good…granted they do have Oblivion…but I’ve defeated him before in a match very similar to this, I can do it again! Sure I haven’t faced Night Rider and Denise but they are nothing but wannabes, I know what true darkness is!”
“You need to get in there and KNOW you are bigger, badder and fiercer than any of them because wrestling is more mental than physical and if you give them an inch, they’ll take a mile and I am not interested in losing that mile! So tell me you want that win and you better believe it this time or you are not going to leave the ring alive at Slam.”
“I do, I believe it, and I want to win this match! I want to show I belong in this group, in this federation. No one plays mind games better than I do when it comes to being in that ring, they don’t know what they talk about when they claim to know about the darkness within. They stand in the shadows and it’s nothing more than an act! I’ve lived in those shadows! I’ve stood there by myself all alone with the shadows as my only friend and they answer to me! I can do this!”
“So, tell me, do you think you have what it takes to beat The Shadow, do you have what it takes to continue fighting with S-PAC, do you have what it takes to make me not look elsewhere for someone more reliable?”
“Yes, I will stand side by side with Waylon and Benjamin and we will come out on top in this match, this will be our night and the shadows will then learn that they truly know nothing of what they preach. I will be the end of them I promise, I won’t let you down…not again.”
Giving a small nod Scott motions toward the ramp as if telling her to get going as he starts walking toward the back with her right behind him. She takes deep breaths as her eyes stay locked on the ground as if trying to make herself truly believe the words she just spoke. As they turn the corner Scott spits at the floor causing her to stop taking another deep breath before moving forward behind him as she hears something behind the curtain causing her to stop and turn.
“All my life, I have wanted to hear people wishing they could fill my shoes, that the legacy I would leave would impact the world for a very long time. At least that was what I thought I wanted...”
“Gable? Is that you?”
“Don't let mister grumpy get you down. He lives in a delusional world where the people are only as strong as the whip you attack them with but really the whip is only as strong as the man who wields it and only benefits him. The only reason my shoes are so big is because I didn't let anyone whip me into someone else's and in all honesty, my shoes aren't that big...okay, so I wear size fourteen but that's not my point. You want to compare yourself to me and make Scott happy? Then you are losing the battle only you can fight because confidence is only people trying to look the part. No one is 'confident' in the way people want to believe they are, that is just a show when the word most people are looking for is cocky.”
“I know but, everyone looks at what S-Pac used to be and what it is now and everyone can see it’s not the same. Hell you’re in a sling and most people would love to see you there still instead of me.”
"I use to believe what I preached about going in and taking what you believed you rightfully deserved but after a while of thinking about it thanks to this busted arm, I realized I was just charging in blindly and was just lucky to win all the matches I did. The smart person chooses their fight and knows the real stats before stepping into the ring. You know better and you question it all because you know the one thing that none of S-PAC wants to admit and that I only learned a few months ago and that is we are not Gods, just humans with bones and organs. "Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window, and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all." that's no secret to you or your scars so stop trying to go backwards and relearn all the lies. You have your own shoes to fill, I'm still wearing mine”
His words stick in her mind as she looks over seeing Scott walking off with a disgruntled look against his facing causing her to smile slightly as she then looks back seeing that Gable too has disappeared. She stands there a moment longer letting it all sink in as she nods knowing that she can do this…that he is right.
“I’m no John Gable…but I’m not made to be. I’m Chelsea Black-Armstrong…and it’s time you start bowing to me.”
“Are you ready?”
