Post by Deleted on May 2, 2020 14:33:30 GMT -5
AND NOW… for a special Chelsea production…
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Last year…
“You can’t do this to me!!! NO!!!!”
Chelsea LeClair is being dragged through the hallway toward the exit of the arena following her last match in OCW.
“You can’t FIRE ME!”
“With all the drugs you tested positive for, I’d say… yeah, they can…” one of the security guards tells Chelsea.
“But all the dumbasses in the locker room do the same shit… but nobody is firing THEM…” Chelsea retorted as they reached the parking lot, dragging her right into the sidewalk.
“That’s because most of those guys are actually useful… unlike you…” the other guard said. “Now get out!”
Both of the security guards throw Chelsea out into the sidewalk overlooking the street where the OCW Arena is located. She stands up and looks around, taking in what just happened. She’s shaking a bit, stunned in silence. An OCW fan walks by her, pointing at her and laughing at her causing her further shame and humiliation.
“AND STAY OUT!”
Chelsea gets nailed in the chest with a cardboard box consisting of all of her stuff. She feels further humiliation as her stuff scatters on the sidewalk. She scurries on the sidewalk to grab her stuff and shove it in the box but while she does so, her night just gets even gloomier with a sound of thunder followed by sudden rain that drenches her. Chelsea is on her knees, helplessly looking at her stuff getting soaked. Tears flow down her eyes upon realizing that her OCW career is over. Seconds later, she becomes a victim of a drive by tomato pelting, getting hit right in the head. She stands up and grabs the box but as soon as she walks with it, the soaked box bursts open and all of her stuff pours out of it. Chelsea gives up at this point, chucks the box and abandons her stuff, literally soaking in all of the humiliation she just experienced.
“Cancelled…” Chelsea’s voice says in the background as the footage pauses. “...it was the most humiliating feeling in the world. When Andrea beat me and I was fired for… you know… ‘drug stuff’... it was the rock bottom of my entire life. I had no wrestling career. My television dreams were permanently destroyed. I was the epitome of a running joke in this business. I felt no different than your typical OCW Hall of Flamer… and once the dust settled… I had to make the hardest choice of my life…”
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Two weeks later…
Chelsea is back at her Anaheim apartment and she’s packing just about everything she can. Sober for these last two weeks, she’s been dealing with some maladies related to drug withdrawals, but she’s at least well enough to function.
“What are you doing?”
Chelsea is surprised by the sudden arrival of her mother who is caught by surprise in her own right.
“I’m going away…” Chelsea tells her mother.
“That makes my job easier…” her mother responds.
“Let me guess… you were going to fire me from that production assistant job, right? Because the television industry wants nothing to do with me?” Chelsea asks her mother who doesn’t respond. “Spare me that humiliation because I quit.”
“Where are you going?”
“As far away from here as possible. I need to get out of California. I need to get away from ANYTHING that has to do with television, or Hollywood or anything of that nature. It’s for the best. I’ve embarrassed you enough. I’m sorry that I’m such a horrible daughter.”
This brings tears to her eyes.
“I don’t know what I am going to do with my life. I’m such an embarrassment! You’ve read all of my stupid “Dirt Sheet” blogs, you saw all the awful “Chelsea TV” productions. I need to leave that part of my life behind. I’m never going to try this stupid television thing again. I need to do rehab and… I don’t know where to go from there… just… I need to get away from this…”
“If you need anything…” her mother begins to say.
“No…” Chelsea interrupts. “I’d rather you didn’t help. I want to do this on my own, alright? Because all I ever do when someone else helps me is take it for granted and just fuck it all up. It’s best that we stay away from each other… until I feel like I’m actually worth being your daughter. So just go, okay?”
Chelsea’s mother is a bit stunned by this, but nevertheless, she nods in understanding and leaves Chelsea’s half-empty apartment. This leaves her with some time to think about where she’s going to go next with her life with everything seeming so complicated.
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May 1, 2020
“So why even go back?” Chelsea hears a podcaster ask her over a Skype interview in the days leading up to the tournament. “You were a one hit wonder in OCW when you were one win away from getting a world title shot and then you just collapsed and went from someone with potential to be a champion to someone with potential to be Mrs. Ubertaker.”
Chelsea chuckles at this, taking it in stride.
“I’m not going to have my last memory in OCW being embarrassed and humiliated…” Chelsea said to begin her response.
“I imagine losing to Andrea in your last OCW match to date really stung…”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t hate Andrea at all. I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about how I was ‘cancelled’ afterward on live TV in front of everyone and how I was thrown out into the street, literally. I don’t want that to be my last OCW memory…”
“I get it…” the podcaster concurs. “But… that competition that’s in this Manifest Destiny thing… the odds are certainly against you.”
“That didn’t seem to matter when the Big Buffoon, the so called ‘odds on favorite’, was eliminated in a first round ‘shocker’, right?”
“I’m just shocked you’re even still wrestling…”
The podcaster’s comments bring a sigh out of Chelsea, but nonetheless, she maintains her composure in the best way that she can.
“That’s because after everything that’s happened, wrestling’s all I got left. I hit a point where I was tired of it all: being a joke, being an embarrassment to society, and yes… even being in Andrea’s shadow. Still, Manifest Destiny isn’t about being better than Andrea… it’s about showing what can happen when I’m in my own spotlight, under my own devices, without that shadow looming over me. Getting away from California and going across the country to New Jersey is the best thing I could’ve ever done for myself. If people want to doubt me, they can. But for me? This tournament is about proving how legit of a professional wrestler I truly am!”
“Best of luck with that, Chelsea…” the podcaster told Chelsea as he began to wrap up the Skype chat. “I’m glad you’ve got your life together again…”
Chelsea nods as the line disconnects. She lets out a relieved breath.
“Yeah… me too…”
Another sigh of relief follows before she resumes reflecting on the recovery she’s had since being fired by OCW last year.
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May 2, 2020
The “Rocky” theme song plays in the background of the vignette that is running as Chelsea is seen boxing a punching bag with a trainer in the background.
“That’s it Chelsea… THAT’S IT…” the trainer says as Chelsea delivers a hard punch that sends the bag rotating heavily before it comes back and knocks the trainer down from behind.
“Oops…” Chelsea says with a bit of embarrassment, while the theme in the background pauses… “...sorry…”
The “Rocky” music continues as a cardboard cutout of Ehud of Moab appears… before the head gets punched off by Chelsea.
“That’ll exorcise some demons…” Chelsea says before she walks over to the corner, finding a cardboard cutout of Kitty Petrova and punching a hole in the gut of said cutout. “...no guts, no glory…”
Next she walks over to a cardboard cutout of Evin Empire and kicks it right in the stomach, chopping it in half. Chelsea giggles at the momentary return of her running gag before walking over to the last cardboard cutout… this one being Melinda Rhodes. Chelsea slips off the boxing gloves and picks up the cutout, bashing it on the mat repeatedly until “Melinda Rhodes” is in a million pieces, the “Rocky” music cutting off again.
“I always wanted to do that…”
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Later…
Chelsea finds herself in front of a background of the “Rocky” steps in Philadelphia, the closest she can have to the actual thing (considering… you know… COVID-19…) and she deliberately has the background focus on the bottom of the steps before she expresses her thoughts. She’s still sporting her boxing outfit, gloves and all.
“I never thought I would find myself back in OCW, but here I am. I know that I am going to be one of the most overlooked wrestlers when it comes to this Manifest Destiny tournament and that’s okay. I understand. The competition here is going to be really tough when you consider who’s in it but when you consider the fact that the ODDS ON FAVORITE has already been eliminated, then it just goes to show you that nothing is impossible in OCW. Let’s not forget the Block Party tournament from last year. Did one of the big names in OCW history win that tournament? No… it was won by a SIX SEED… in James Raven… WHO? Well… a worse one hit wonder than me…
Still… I’m trying to accomplish the impossible and yet, ironically, my first opponent is someone that is doing something that may even be more impossible than me. Skye Hill is wrestling her first match in 20 years and even though that MAY make me the favorite… for this match anyway… I CAN’T underestimate her. I just can’t! For one, I’d be a hypocrite if I did considering how most of the wrestlers in this tournament are going to underestimate me and two… I learned my lesson when I got pinned by an octogenarian sooo…
Yeah…
Who are you expecting in that ring, Skye? Are you expecting the running joke that was once ‘cancelled’? Because if you are… you’re done for. No, the Chelsea LeClair that you should be expecting is the Chelsea that managed to TIE Mack O’Connor in a match that he was supposed to win in spades in order to be part of an elimination chamber PPV main event against some of the biggest names in OCW history… and you know… that’s the thing, isn’t it… that a TIE… not a WIN… a TIE is my biggest achievement in OCW…”
Chelsea pauses and has a glare of determination on her face before she continues.
“...and that’s why I am here: to change that! I didn’t come back for the same old, same old! I came back to PROVE that the Chelsea that OCW saw… that tie aside... ISN’T the real me! I’ve gone through extensive rehab, extensive therapy, extensive training to REALLY LEARN how to be a TRUE professional wrestler! I’m not doing this for stupid RATINGS, Skye, I’m doing this to redeem myself and finally be a champion! It took hitting rock bottom for me to REALLY want this… but now? I’ve got far more passion for this than I’ve ever had and that passion is growing by the day!
Underestimate me… I DARE YOU! Because if you DO so…”
Chelsea pauses to throw a playful jab in the camera’s direction.
“...I’m knocking you the fuck out of this tournament… Rocky style… bitch… and sorry but… this isn’t Rocky 6 where you get to come out of retirement after 20 plus years and suddenly takes someone in their prime to the distance… because sorry Skye… you’re not Rocky…
I AM!
Because my plan to redeem myself is to shock the world and win this tournament against every odd imaginable! I’m not doing this for the glitz or the glamour or to write a real Hollywood story because that part of my life is behind me now! I’m doing this to show you and anyone that gets in my way the power of what a real underdog in this business can do when they are at their most motivated!
I’m ready for the fight, Skye!
I’m ready to show OCW what a PEAK Chelsea LeClair can do… when she’s not drugged… when she’s not posting GARBAGE in the Shark Tank… when she’s not in the shadow of certain people…
For the first time, OCW will see the very best of me… and you’re going to wind up being the first chapter in what’s going to be the biggest redemption story in OCW history… a story that I’m going to make as memorable as possible… sorry girl…
But the ‘Skye’ isn’t the limit for you…
You’ll give me a good fight, but in the end? I’m punching my ticket to round two of Manifest Destiny… literally…”
Chelsea smirks with confidence before firing another jab at the camera… however, she accidentally hits the camera itself and knocks it to the floor, creating a visible crack in the screen.
“Oh god…” Chelsea says after a gasp. “I’m SO sorry…”
Chelsea is heard laughing in the background as the scene statics.
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COPYRIGHT: Chelsea LeClair Productions 2020
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Last year…
“You can’t do this to me!!! NO!!!!”
Chelsea LeClair is being dragged through the hallway toward the exit of the arena following her last match in OCW.
“You can’t FIRE ME!”
“With all the drugs you tested positive for, I’d say… yeah, they can…” one of the security guards tells Chelsea.
“But all the dumbasses in the locker room do the same shit… but nobody is firing THEM…” Chelsea retorted as they reached the parking lot, dragging her right into the sidewalk.
“That’s because most of those guys are actually useful… unlike you…” the other guard said. “Now get out!”
Both of the security guards throw Chelsea out into the sidewalk overlooking the street where the OCW Arena is located. She stands up and looks around, taking in what just happened. She’s shaking a bit, stunned in silence. An OCW fan walks by her, pointing at her and laughing at her causing her further shame and humiliation.
“AND STAY OUT!”
Chelsea gets nailed in the chest with a cardboard box consisting of all of her stuff. She feels further humiliation as her stuff scatters on the sidewalk. She scurries on the sidewalk to grab her stuff and shove it in the box but while she does so, her night just gets even gloomier with a sound of thunder followed by sudden rain that drenches her. Chelsea is on her knees, helplessly looking at her stuff getting soaked. Tears flow down her eyes upon realizing that her OCW career is over. Seconds later, she becomes a victim of a drive by tomato pelting, getting hit right in the head. She stands up and grabs the box but as soon as she walks with it, the soaked box bursts open and all of her stuff pours out of it. Chelsea gives up at this point, chucks the box and abandons her stuff, literally soaking in all of the humiliation she just experienced.
“Cancelled…” Chelsea’s voice says in the background as the footage pauses. “...it was the most humiliating feeling in the world. When Andrea beat me and I was fired for… you know… ‘drug stuff’... it was the rock bottom of my entire life. I had no wrestling career. My television dreams were permanently destroyed. I was the epitome of a running joke in this business. I felt no different than your typical OCW Hall of Flamer… and once the dust settled… I had to make the hardest choice of my life…”
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Two weeks later…
Chelsea is back at her Anaheim apartment and she’s packing just about everything she can. Sober for these last two weeks, she’s been dealing with some maladies related to drug withdrawals, but she’s at least well enough to function.
“What are you doing?”
Chelsea is surprised by the sudden arrival of her mother who is caught by surprise in her own right.
“I’m going away…” Chelsea tells her mother.
“That makes my job easier…” her mother responds.
“Let me guess… you were going to fire me from that production assistant job, right? Because the television industry wants nothing to do with me?” Chelsea asks her mother who doesn’t respond. “Spare me that humiliation because I quit.”
“Where are you going?”
“As far away from here as possible. I need to get out of California. I need to get away from ANYTHING that has to do with television, or Hollywood or anything of that nature. It’s for the best. I’ve embarrassed you enough. I’m sorry that I’m such a horrible daughter.”
This brings tears to her eyes.
“I don’t know what I am going to do with my life. I’m such an embarrassment! You’ve read all of my stupid “Dirt Sheet” blogs, you saw all the awful “Chelsea TV” productions. I need to leave that part of my life behind. I’m never going to try this stupid television thing again. I need to do rehab and… I don’t know where to go from there… just… I need to get away from this…”
“If you need anything…” her mother begins to say.
“No…” Chelsea interrupts. “I’d rather you didn’t help. I want to do this on my own, alright? Because all I ever do when someone else helps me is take it for granted and just fuck it all up. It’s best that we stay away from each other… until I feel like I’m actually worth being your daughter. So just go, okay?”
Chelsea’s mother is a bit stunned by this, but nevertheless, she nods in understanding and leaves Chelsea’s half-empty apartment. This leaves her with some time to think about where she’s going to go next with her life with everything seeming so complicated.
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May 1, 2020
“So why even go back?” Chelsea hears a podcaster ask her over a Skype interview in the days leading up to the tournament. “You were a one hit wonder in OCW when you were one win away from getting a world title shot and then you just collapsed and went from someone with potential to be a champion to someone with potential to be Mrs. Ubertaker.”
Chelsea chuckles at this, taking it in stride.
“I’m not going to have my last memory in OCW being embarrassed and humiliated…” Chelsea said to begin her response.
“I imagine losing to Andrea in your last OCW match to date really stung…”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t hate Andrea at all. I’m not talking about her. I’m talking about how I was ‘cancelled’ afterward on live TV in front of everyone and how I was thrown out into the street, literally. I don’t want that to be my last OCW memory…”
“I get it…” the podcaster concurs. “But… that competition that’s in this Manifest Destiny thing… the odds are certainly against you.”
“That didn’t seem to matter when the Big Buffoon, the so called ‘odds on favorite’, was eliminated in a first round ‘shocker’, right?”
“I’m just shocked you’re even still wrestling…”
The podcaster’s comments bring a sigh out of Chelsea, but nonetheless, she maintains her composure in the best way that she can.
“That’s because after everything that’s happened, wrestling’s all I got left. I hit a point where I was tired of it all: being a joke, being an embarrassment to society, and yes… even being in Andrea’s shadow. Still, Manifest Destiny isn’t about being better than Andrea… it’s about showing what can happen when I’m in my own spotlight, under my own devices, without that shadow looming over me. Getting away from California and going across the country to New Jersey is the best thing I could’ve ever done for myself. If people want to doubt me, they can. But for me? This tournament is about proving how legit of a professional wrestler I truly am!”
“Best of luck with that, Chelsea…” the podcaster told Chelsea as he began to wrap up the Skype chat. “I’m glad you’ve got your life together again…”
Chelsea nods as the line disconnects. She lets out a relieved breath.
“Yeah… me too…”
Another sigh of relief follows before she resumes reflecting on the recovery she’s had since being fired by OCW last year.
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May 2, 2020
The “Rocky” theme song plays in the background of the vignette that is running as Chelsea is seen boxing a punching bag with a trainer in the background.
“That’s it Chelsea… THAT’S IT…” the trainer says as Chelsea delivers a hard punch that sends the bag rotating heavily before it comes back and knocks the trainer down from behind.
“Oops…” Chelsea says with a bit of embarrassment, while the theme in the background pauses… “...sorry…”
The “Rocky” music continues as a cardboard cutout of Ehud of Moab appears… before the head gets punched off by Chelsea.
“That’ll exorcise some demons…” Chelsea says before she walks over to the corner, finding a cardboard cutout of Kitty Petrova and punching a hole in the gut of said cutout. “...no guts, no glory…”
Next she walks over to a cardboard cutout of Evin Empire and kicks it right in the stomach, chopping it in half. Chelsea giggles at the momentary return of her running gag before walking over to the last cardboard cutout… this one being Melinda Rhodes. Chelsea slips off the boxing gloves and picks up the cutout, bashing it on the mat repeatedly until “Melinda Rhodes” is in a million pieces, the “Rocky” music cutting off again.
“I always wanted to do that…”
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Later…
Chelsea finds herself in front of a background of the “Rocky” steps in Philadelphia, the closest she can have to the actual thing (considering… you know… COVID-19…) and she deliberately has the background focus on the bottom of the steps before she expresses her thoughts. She’s still sporting her boxing outfit, gloves and all.
“I never thought I would find myself back in OCW, but here I am. I know that I am going to be one of the most overlooked wrestlers when it comes to this Manifest Destiny tournament and that’s okay. I understand. The competition here is going to be really tough when you consider who’s in it but when you consider the fact that the ODDS ON FAVORITE has already been eliminated, then it just goes to show you that nothing is impossible in OCW. Let’s not forget the Block Party tournament from last year. Did one of the big names in OCW history win that tournament? No… it was won by a SIX SEED… in James Raven… WHO? Well… a worse one hit wonder than me…
Still… I’m trying to accomplish the impossible and yet, ironically, my first opponent is someone that is doing something that may even be more impossible than me. Skye Hill is wrestling her first match in 20 years and even though that MAY make me the favorite… for this match anyway… I CAN’T underestimate her. I just can’t! For one, I’d be a hypocrite if I did considering how most of the wrestlers in this tournament are going to underestimate me and two… I learned my lesson when I got pinned by an octogenarian sooo…
Yeah…
Who are you expecting in that ring, Skye? Are you expecting the running joke that was once ‘cancelled’? Because if you are… you’re done for. No, the Chelsea LeClair that you should be expecting is the Chelsea that managed to TIE Mack O’Connor in a match that he was supposed to win in spades in order to be part of an elimination chamber PPV main event against some of the biggest names in OCW history… and you know… that’s the thing, isn’t it… that a TIE… not a WIN… a TIE is my biggest achievement in OCW…”
Chelsea pauses and has a glare of determination on her face before she continues.
“...and that’s why I am here: to change that! I didn’t come back for the same old, same old! I came back to PROVE that the Chelsea that OCW saw… that tie aside... ISN’T the real me! I’ve gone through extensive rehab, extensive therapy, extensive training to REALLY LEARN how to be a TRUE professional wrestler! I’m not doing this for stupid RATINGS, Skye, I’m doing this to redeem myself and finally be a champion! It took hitting rock bottom for me to REALLY want this… but now? I’ve got far more passion for this than I’ve ever had and that passion is growing by the day!
Underestimate me… I DARE YOU! Because if you DO so…”
Chelsea pauses to throw a playful jab in the camera’s direction.
“...I’m knocking you the fuck out of this tournament… Rocky style… bitch… and sorry but… this isn’t Rocky 6 where you get to come out of retirement after 20 plus years and suddenly takes someone in their prime to the distance… because sorry Skye… you’re not Rocky…
I AM!
Because my plan to redeem myself is to shock the world and win this tournament against every odd imaginable! I’m not doing this for the glitz or the glamour or to write a real Hollywood story because that part of my life is behind me now! I’m doing this to show you and anyone that gets in my way the power of what a real underdog in this business can do when they are at their most motivated!
I’m ready for the fight, Skye!
I’m ready to show OCW what a PEAK Chelsea LeClair can do… when she’s not drugged… when she’s not posting GARBAGE in the Shark Tank… when she’s not in the shadow of certain people…
For the first time, OCW will see the very best of me… and you’re going to wind up being the first chapter in what’s going to be the biggest redemption story in OCW history… a story that I’m going to make as memorable as possible… sorry girl…
But the ‘Skye’ isn’t the limit for you…
You’ll give me a good fight, but in the end? I’m punching my ticket to round two of Manifest Destiny… literally…”
Chelsea smirks with confidence before firing another jab at the camera… however, she accidentally hits the camera itself and knocks it to the floor, creating a visible crack in the screen.
“Oh god…” Chelsea says after a gasp. “I’m SO sorry…”
Chelsea is heard laughing in the background as the scene statics.
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COPYRIGHT: Chelsea LeClair Productions 2020