Post by Deleted on May 23, 2020 15:53:04 GMT -5
“You two have proven that you’re really great together!”
Chelsea remembers the words that Myra Lynwood had told her and Andrea Hernandez back in December 2016 while Sedona Sky were the GCW Tag Team Champions.
“Of course we are…” Chelsea tells Myra. “We’re actually bringing RATINGS for the tag team division for once. Everyone was getting so sick and tired of the goody two shoes we beat for this thing.
The three women have a bit of a laugh over a poker game they were playing.
“I truly think that we’re the best tag team in the world” Andrea said. “It’s just a great feeling when you get to be a champion with your best friend of your entire life!”
“Yeah…” Chelsea concurred with a smile. “That part is nice too.”
“We’re always going to be equals, Chelsea…” Andrea said. “I don’t see us ever breaking apart or getting to a point where we’re hating each other. We’re like sisters in that sense.”
“Of course…” Chelsea said.
“I’ll be right back…” Andrea stated as she stood up and left the table for a few moments.
“You can’t stand her, can you?” Myra said with a manipulative smirk on her face. “She thinks she’s better than you. She’s made your tag team title reign all about her and trying to pick a fight with me, hating the fact that I value you far more than I’ll ever value her.”
Chelsea narrows her eyes with anger.
“Yeah…” Chelsea said with a little bit of resentment. “...I really do wish she’d focus on our tag team title reign instead of all this in fighting…”
“At some point, Chelsea… you’re going to have to do something about it” Myra said before Andrea abruptly returned to the table, cutting off the conversation.
“Did I miss anything?” Andrea asked.
“No.” Chelsea lied, as the poker game resumed. Chelsea knew that there was a growing resentment for Andrea, but it wasn’t until this point where it began to grow.
“I was always so stupid about this Andrea thing…” Chelsea admits in a voiceover. “I let my own insecurities plus the manipulations of other people allow me to turn on her after our tag team title reign had ended. When I originally came to OCW and saw how successful she was becoming, I was growing so bitter! Every ounce of success that I wanted, it was HER that was getting all of it. I was already on a downward spiral, but my intense, growing hatred of Andrea at that time just made it worse. So… for your viewing pleasure… here’s a progression of reaction videos to Andrea’s OCW success… and my downward spiral as time goes along…”
March 2019
“It’s Bob Grenier…” Chelsea said with a chuckle and a laugh. “She’s not going to beat him. She’s a choker. She’s already lost to Mack. She can’t get over the hump.”
Chelsea is just scoffing at the match that she’s watching, seeing Andrea try to defend the OCW Craze Championship against Bob Grenier and clearly not focusing on her own main event match that is going to come later in the night. She’s watching this match from the OCW catering area that doesn’t have much left in it, which may or may not have to do with the fact that Big Bifford ate half the dining room. Her eyes widen with surprise when Andrea kicks out of Grenier’s finisher and that surprise becomes shock when Andrea actually wins…
“What…
”
Chelsea is feeling extremely stunned and completely inadequate when she sees Andrea pull off the victory to remain the OCW Craze Champion. She shakes her head and walks over to a table, grabbing a bottle of wine and popping it open. She doesn’t care that she has her own main event match at this point. She’s not even thinking about the opportunity that she has to one up her by pulling a shocker in the chamber. Instead, she drowns her sorrows with a huge chug of that wine, consequences be damned.
“It’s a one off…” Chelsea says with a nervous laughter. “There’s no way she can continue this!”
April 2019
Chelsea has a camcorder inside of a bar with Andrea’s match against Mario Maurako in the Block Party tournament taking place in the background. She hears all of the OCW fans pull for Andrea which really pisses her off.
“GO MARIO” she screams and the fans in the bar start throwing food at her. She ducks all the food thrown in her direction and even a whiskey bottle as she absorbs massive hatred. She finds a place in the corner to hide.
“EMPIRE is undefeated in OCW…” Chelsea reminds her video audience. “You’re getting my LIVE, UNSTAGED reaction to Andrea getting her ass beat by Mario Maurako and it’s such a great thrill to see her lo…. WHAT?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?! SHE WON!??!?!?!?!?!?
The bar explodes with huge cheers and some alcohol is flying in the air while Chelsea’s jaw drops in shock… and her heart and self-esteem sinks further and further into her stomach.
“Noooo…..” Chelsea looks basically defeated as she walks back to the bar, staying as far away from the crowd as possible. “Get me another scotch…” she tells the bartender.
“I don’t think so… you’ve had far too much already…”
“I SAID GET ME ANOTHER SCOTCH!!!!!” Chelsea screams at the bartender who reluctantly follows her order at this point. She reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a small bag of weed, hiding it until the scotch arrives and when it does, she dumps the weed in the scotch, allowing it to soak for a bit before she takes a sip, her self-destruction only getting worse the more successful her former tag team partner is becoming.
Two weeks later…
Chelsea is lying on her couch, again trying to film a reaction video that captures Andrea losing. Two bottles of Mike’s hard lemonade are on the coffee table with junk food scattered all over the floor. Chelsea’s eyes looked dazed, almost as if she’s had too much to drink… or too much weed to smoke… likely both.
“Come on Canon…” Chelsea then lets out a sigh as Andrea beats Curt Canon to go to the semifinals of the tournament.
“Why does this keep happening to me? UGH!!! Someone KILL THE BITCH ALREADY!!!!”
Later that night…
Five empty bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade and there’s no doubt that Chelsea is really drunk! There’s a bag of powder on the coffee table at this point with an unopened bottle of vodka with it.
“I swear to god if she wins this tournament… I’m done…” Chelsea laughs. “I wonder what vodka and coke together tastes like. Heeeeey…. Maybe if Andrea wins this thing we get to find out… wait… WAIT….. YEEEEEEESSSSS! YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! OH MY GOD! THANK YOU LURRRRRRRRRRR! OH THANK GOD!!!!! THANK GOD!”
Chelsea is barely able to stand up and her camcorder catches her doing so, raising her arms in the air, saying “thank god” over and over again. But at this point, all the alcohol catches up with her and she falls forward, crashing right through the coffee table, sleeping in a mess of junk food, alcohol and drugs for the night, waking up with the worst hangover she’s ever had.
June 2019
Never before revealed footage shows an already drunk Chelsea LeClair partying it up in the living room of her then-Anaheim residence! There’s extremely loud music with much of the neighborhood being invited to this party. “Party Hard” by Andrew W.K. is in the background as Chelsea is starting to walk up the steps, stoned and drunk out of her mind. She expresses a drunken smile toward the camcorder as she films this latest reaction.
“ANDREA LOOOOOOOOST!” Chelsea screams into the camcorder as the party crowd cheers this! “THIS IS THE BEEEEEEST… no… not Mike Best… THE BEST… ANDREA HERNANDEZ IS OVER BABY!!!!! WOOOOOOO!”
“WOOOOOOO!!!!!!” goes the rest of the party! “FUCK ANDREA” is heard from one of the partygoers and Chelsea screams “FUCK ANDREA” right back!
“I’m SOOOOO glad she lost because my worst nightmare in this life? It’s HER being a world champion! I mean… FOR REAL!!! Hey… let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you how I REALLY celebrate! For those of you that fantasize about me… it’s your lucky day! I’m going to go upstairs… strip… and party the rest of the night NAKED! FUCK ANDREA!!!!”
Chelsea begins to stumble up the stairs, but about halfway through, she falls down and tumbles down the stairs. She lets out a drunken laugh before removing the high heels she was wearing, grabbing the camera and walking up the stairs and into her bedroom. However, once she gets inside, she stumbles and falls into the bed, crashing for the night…
Present Day
“That was hard to watch…” a far more sober Chelsea LeClair admits as she finds herself in a therapeutic setting in New Jersey. She’s looking at the same camcorder that she had used to film all of those moments as she sits on a boardwalk bench, looking over the Jersey shore.
“I can’t believe that I almost destroyed my life over something so stupid…” Chelsea says with regret. “I never hated myself more than I did last year and I let someone else’s success define how I feel about myself. That was unfair to Andrea… but that was unfair to me too. She’s since won that world championship that she couldn’t win in OCW and I know a lot of people wonder how I feel about that…”
Chelsea pauses as she looks at the camcorder a little more.
“...good for her. I don’t hate her. In that case…”
Chelsea pops her camcorder open and pulls out the tape that consisted of all the “reaction videos” she made where she was largely drunk and drugged. She opens up the cassette and pulls out all the tape, tearing it up and slamming the cassette on the ground. Chelsea stands up and stomps on it putting one of the hardest periods of her life behind her.
“...I need to move forward with my life and never look back…”
Chelsea confidently walks away with her camera, relieved to put such a dark period of her life in the rearview mirror.
Later…
Chelsea has a new tape in her camcorder as she walks across the sandy beaches of the Jersey shore. The OCW Women’s Championship is wrapped around her waist at this point and she’s looking incredibly confident as she observes other beach goers that have taken the place by storm ever since the quarantine had been relaxed… even if the number has to be less than 25 according to a recent New Jersey executive order. She continues her walk as she begins to express her thoughts.
“Nobody thought that I would even get this far… except for me. I don’t know why, but when I came back to OCW for this tournament, I had a feeling that I could shock the world and that’s indeed what I’ve done. Those that weren’t impressed with my win over Skye Hill just because she had disappeared for so long were DEFINITELY impressed when I beat Duce Jones. I heard about some of the things that Duce had said about me. I could tell from his words that he thought I was going to be the same old Chelsea… the one that was in the shadow of somebody else… the one that made a fucking joke out of herself with the way she was acting… with all those drug posts on the Shark Tank… the same Chelsea that had amounted to NOTHING in OCW… that’s the Chelsea that he THOUGHT he was going to get… but he didn’t. He faced a woman that WANTED to be in this business for the pure love of the sport and I ‘shocked the world again’.
Still… I know people are saying that it’s only a matter of time before the clock strikes midnight…
Only… people need to get this through their skulls…”
Chelsea pauses her walk, focusing the camera on an angry, annoyed glare on her face.
“...there’s no MIDNIGHT in this story, okay? I’m NOT Cinderella, alright? If there’s one thing that this tournament has proven without a shadow of a doubt it’s the fact that I am now a LEGITIMATE professional wrestler! The Chelsea LeClair of old is dead and gone and those of you that are STILL hanging onto the joke that I used to be… they need to stop wondering about midnight because midnight is NEVER arriving… not with me! Duce Jones fell to me because he got far too overconfident! I already KNOW that it’s going to be the same thing with YOU, Jason Chase…”
The mention of Jason Chase causes Chelsea to purse her lips in disgust as she resumes her walk.
“...you are EXACTLY everything that I used to be! This tournament isn’t about the love of the sport for you. No, it’s all about MONEY and FAME so just that ALONE angers me when it comes to you. You are doing this for the very reason that I used to do this for. My whole purpose for being involved in the wrestling business was to use it to make my break into television… for all the Hollywood lights to be on me! I wanted that dream life… the red carpets, the white limos, the hot, studly guys… GOD… I was SO shallow back in the day and I admit that a few years ago? A man that looks like you? That’s the type of guy I would’ve wanted. You are the visual representation of the men that I used to imagine myself marrying CONSTANTLY… but unfortunately for you… this California girl has not only grown up… she’s gotten as far away from California as possible!
I’m NOT the shallow girl that YOU’RE used to dealing with… and I especially want to emphasize the fact that I’M NOT LILITH!
I’m not STUPID like Lilith, okay? I’m not the disgrace that she and her equally stupid wife are! You want to walk around here being your stereotypical, vanilla trash, Hollywood, dime a dozen busy body, go right on ahead. Come at me with your stereotypical, vintage sexist nonsense. Be the chauvinistic douchebag you are because the fact of the matter is, no matter how good you are, no matter how far you advance in this tournament, you’re NOT special… and you could NEVER be in the spotlight because you’re just another guy… you’re just another Evin Empire to me. Look him up!
See the fact that you’re EXACTLY like him: flaunting their looks, their money, their women… and you know what happened to Evin Empire, Chase? He became one of the biggest busts in OCW history! You think you’re SUCH hot shit just because you beat Bifford right, so that gives you a reason to overlook me, I bet. If OCW was still going, you’d probably be best friends with the likes of Bob Grenier and Mack O’Connor, two other pathetic pieces of shit that care far more about their beer and their women and their stupid, bland, dime a dozen party attitudes more than their actual careers and yet, you STILL wouldn’t be good enough to match what they’ve done for this company because you’re one of those vintage Joe Somebodies that just wants all the fame to go with this business. See how far that gets you, it sure as hell did nothing for me.
You’re not facing the woman that spent her whole career in someone else’s shadow prior to this tournament. I have ESCAPED that shadow… I have proven that I am a viable wrestler in my own right. Bifford may have been impressive, but LILITH? Please… she knows NOTHING about being a woman or even a wrestler for that matter. Unlike LILITH, I DO think for myself. Unlike LILITH I actually CAN break out of someone’s shadow and not accept being second best to anyone else and I’m sure as hell not going to be second best to either you, or Andrew Logan!
I might be easy on the eyes, Jason… but I sure as hell won’t be easy on you…”
Chelsea is suddenly interrupted by a wannabe Jersey Shore guido with a six pack who looks like he’s taking too much steroids at the moment.
“Hey honey! Why don’t I show you that the guidos here in Jersey have a bigger dick than anyone you’ve ever slept with in California, eh?”
Chelsea, completely unamused, takes out a vial of pepper spray and sprays it in the eyes of the chauvinist pig, leading the blind idiot screaming and running right into the ocean, tripping over himself and faceplanting into the tides while the other beachgoers laugh at him.
“Yeah… that’s how LITTLE I am going to tolerate someone like YOU! So go ahead… bore us all to death with all your Hollywood talk… bore us all to death with your stereotypical nonsense of ‘beating down a woman’ and these BORING innuendos that make ANY Chad Vargas comment about women look like they actually make sense and this BORING nonsense about “breaking me” and “your strength”, “speed” and “determination” blah blah blah… BOOOOORRRRING!
UGH! No wonder I’ve grown up and moved on from wanting to be with empty, thick excuses of men such as you!
Still… I’ve accomplished everything I’ve set out to do in this tournament. I have proven that I truly am a legitimate wrestler… that I have been able to overcome my demons and overcome being in someone else’s shadow… that I can be a champion in this business and that I can win when the pressure is on as I’ve done twice already against two wrestlers that many thought were going to take care of me so easily…
You can’t take that away from me, Chase, even if you do win. One way or another, the greatest comeback story in OCW history lives on… whether it’s in this tournament or whether it’s elsewhere.
I don’t need a Hollywood ending here, Chase…
I don’t need to be a Cinderella story…
All I need to be is a winner… which I already am because I’ve got a hell of a positive experience to take forward no matter what?
You?
Once I’m done with you, you’re going to experience what I did… when my Hollywood dreams crashed… and Monday? It won’t be me in someone else’s shadow… it’s going to be YOU in mine…
Chelsea puts down the camcorder and shuts it off. She has a laugh to herself as she sees the idiot that hit on her moments ago get helped back to the sand. She walks into the water, reflecting on what has been one hell of a comeback ride, proud of everything she’s been able to do from just this tournament alone.
Chelsea remembers the words that Myra Lynwood had told her and Andrea Hernandez back in December 2016 while Sedona Sky were the GCW Tag Team Champions.
“Of course we are…” Chelsea tells Myra. “We’re actually bringing RATINGS for the tag team division for once. Everyone was getting so sick and tired of the goody two shoes we beat for this thing.
The three women have a bit of a laugh over a poker game they were playing.
“I truly think that we’re the best tag team in the world” Andrea said. “It’s just a great feeling when you get to be a champion with your best friend of your entire life!”
“Yeah…” Chelsea concurred with a smile. “That part is nice too.”
“We’re always going to be equals, Chelsea…” Andrea said. “I don’t see us ever breaking apart or getting to a point where we’re hating each other. We’re like sisters in that sense.”
“Of course…” Chelsea said.
“I’ll be right back…” Andrea stated as she stood up and left the table for a few moments.
“You can’t stand her, can you?” Myra said with a manipulative smirk on her face. “She thinks she’s better than you. She’s made your tag team title reign all about her and trying to pick a fight with me, hating the fact that I value you far more than I’ll ever value her.”
Chelsea narrows her eyes with anger.
“Yeah…” Chelsea said with a little bit of resentment. “...I really do wish she’d focus on our tag team title reign instead of all this in fighting…”
“At some point, Chelsea… you’re going to have to do something about it” Myra said before Andrea abruptly returned to the table, cutting off the conversation.
“Did I miss anything?” Andrea asked.
“No.” Chelsea lied, as the poker game resumed. Chelsea knew that there was a growing resentment for Andrea, but it wasn’t until this point where it began to grow.
“I was always so stupid about this Andrea thing…” Chelsea admits in a voiceover. “I let my own insecurities plus the manipulations of other people allow me to turn on her after our tag team title reign had ended. When I originally came to OCW and saw how successful she was becoming, I was growing so bitter! Every ounce of success that I wanted, it was HER that was getting all of it. I was already on a downward spiral, but my intense, growing hatred of Andrea at that time just made it worse. So… for your viewing pleasure… here’s a progression of reaction videos to Andrea’s OCW success… and my downward spiral as time goes along…”
March 2019
“It’s Bob Grenier…” Chelsea said with a chuckle and a laugh. “She’s not going to beat him. She’s a choker. She’s already lost to Mack. She can’t get over the hump.”
Chelsea is just scoffing at the match that she’s watching, seeing Andrea try to defend the OCW Craze Championship against Bob Grenier and clearly not focusing on her own main event match that is going to come later in the night. She’s watching this match from the OCW catering area that doesn’t have much left in it, which may or may not have to do with the fact that Big Bifford ate half the dining room. Her eyes widen with surprise when Andrea kicks out of Grenier’s finisher and that surprise becomes shock when Andrea actually wins…
“What…
”Chelsea is feeling extremely stunned and completely inadequate when she sees Andrea pull off the victory to remain the OCW Craze Champion. She shakes her head and walks over to a table, grabbing a bottle of wine and popping it open. She doesn’t care that she has her own main event match at this point. She’s not even thinking about the opportunity that she has to one up her by pulling a shocker in the chamber. Instead, she drowns her sorrows with a huge chug of that wine, consequences be damned.
“It’s a one off…” Chelsea says with a nervous laughter. “There’s no way she can continue this!”
April 2019
Chelsea has a camcorder inside of a bar with Andrea’s match against Mario Maurako in the Block Party tournament taking place in the background. She hears all of the OCW fans pull for Andrea which really pisses her off.
“GO MARIO” she screams and the fans in the bar start throwing food at her. She ducks all the food thrown in her direction and even a whiskey bottle as she absorbs massive hatred. She finds a place in the corner to hide.
“EMPIRE is undefeated in OCW…” Chelsea reminds her video audience. “You’re getting my LIVE, UNSTAGED reaction to Andrea getting her ass beat by Mario Maurako and it’s such a great thrill to see her lo…. WHAT?!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?! SHE WON!??!?!?!?!?!?
The bar explodes with huge cheers and some alcohol is flying in the air while Chelsea’s jaw drops in shock… and her heart and self-esteem sinks further and further into her stomach.
“Noooo…..” Chelsea looks basically defeated as she walks back to the bar, staying as far away from the crowd as possible. “Get me another scotch…” she tells the bartender.
“I don’t think so… you’ve had far too much already…”
“I SAID GET ME ANOTHER SCOTCH!!!!!” Chelsea screams at the bartender who reluctantly follows her order at this point. She reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out a small bag of weed, hiding it until the scotch arrives and when it does, she dumps the weed in the scotch, allowing it to soak for a bit before she takes a sip, her self-destruction only getting worse the more successful her former tag team partner is becoming.
Two weeks later…
Chelsea is lying on her couch, again trying to film a reaction video that captures Andrea losing. Two bottles of Mike’s hard lemonade are on the coffee table with junk food scattered all over the floor. Chelsea’s eyes looked dazed, almost as if she’s had too much to drink… or too much weed to smoke… likely both.
“Come on Canon…” Chelsea then lets out a sigh as Andrea beats Curt Canon to go to the semifinals of the tournament.
“Why does this keep happening to me? UGH!!! Someone KILL THE BITCH ALREADY!!!!”
Later that night…
Five empty bottles of Mike’s Hard Lemonade and there’s no doubt that Chelsea is really drunk! There’s a bag of powder on the coffee table at this point with an unopened bottle of vodka with it.
“I swear to god if she wins this tournament… I’m done…” Chelsea laughs. “I wonder what vodka and coke together tastes like. Heeeeey…. Maybe if Andrea wins this thing we get to find out… wait… WAIT….. YEEEEEEESSSSS! YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS! OH MY GOD! THANK YOU LURRRRRRRRRRR! OH THANK GOD!!!!! THANK GOD!”
Chelsea is barely able to stand up and her camcorder catches her doing so, raising her arms in the air, saying “thank god” over and over again. But at this point, all the alcohol catches up with her and she falls forward, crashing right through the coffee table, sleeping in a mess of junk food, alcohol and drugs for the night, waking up with the worst hangover she’s ever had.
June 2019
Never before revealed footage shows an already drunk Chelsea LeClair partying it up in the living room of her then-Anaheim residence! There’s extremely loud music with much of the neighborhood being invited to this party. “Party Hard” by Andrew W.K. is in the background as Chelsea is starting to walk up the steps, stoned and drunk out of her mind. She expresses a drunken smile toward the camcorder as she films this latest reaction.
“ANDREA LOOOOOOOOST!” Chelsea screams into the camcorder as the party crowd cheers this! “THIS IS THE BEEEEEEST… no… not Mike Best… THE BEST… ANDREA HERNANDEZ IS OVER BABY!!!!! WOOOOOOO!”
“WOOOOOOO!!!!!!” goes the rest of the party! “FUCK ANDREA” is heard from one of the partygoers and Chelsea screams “FUCK ANDREA” right back!
“I’m SOOOOO glad she lost because my worst nightmare in this life? It’s HER being a world champion! I mean… FOR REAL!!! Hey… let’s go upstairs and I’ll show you how I REALLY celebrate! For those of you that fantasize about me… it’s your lucky day! I’m going to go upstairs… strip… and party the rest of the night NAKED! FUCK ANDREA!!!!”
Chelsea begins to stumble up the stairs, but about halfway through, she falls down and tumbles down the stairs. She lets out a drunken laugh before removing the high heels she was wearing, grabbing the camera and walking up the stairs and into her bedroom. However, once she gets inside, she stumbles and falls into the bed, crashing for the night…
Present Day
“That was hard to watch…” a far more sober Chelsea LeClair admits as she finds herself in a therapeutic setting in New Jersey. She’s looking at the same camcorder that she had used to film all of those moments as she sits on a boardwalk bench, looking over the Jersey shore.
“I can’t believe that I almost destroyed my life over something so stupid…” Chelsea says with regret. “I never hated myself more than I did last year and I let someone else’s success define how I feel about myself. That was unfair to Andrea… but that was unfair to me too. She’s since won that world championship that she couldn’t win in OCW and I know a lot of people wonder how I feel about that…”
Chelsea pauses as she looks at the camcorder a little more.
“...good for her. I don’t hate her. In that case…”
Chelsea pops her camcorder open and pulls out the tape that consisted of all the “reaction videos” she made where she was largely drunk and drugged. She opens up the cassette and pulls out all the tape, tearing it up and slamming the cassette on the ground. Chelsea stands up and stomps on it putting one of the hardest periods of her life behind her.
“...I need to move forward with my life and never look back…”
Chelsea confidently walks away with her camera, relieved to put such a dark period of her life in the rearview mirror.
Later…
Chelsea has a new tape in her camcorder as she walks across the sandy beaches of the Jersey shore. The OCW Women’s Championship is wrapped around her waist at this point and she’s looking incredibly confident as she observes other beach goers that have taken the place by storm ever since the quarantine had been relaxed… even if the number has to be less than 25 according to a recent New Jersey executive order. She continues her walk as she begins to express her thoughts.
“Nobody thought that I would even get this far… except for me. I don’t know why, but when I came back to OCW for this tournament, I had a feeling that I could shock the world and that’s indeed what I’ve done. Those that weren’t impressed with my win over Skye Hill just because she had disappeared for so long were DEFINITELY impressed when I beat Duce Jones. I heard about some of the things that Duce had said about me. I could tell from his words that he thought I was going to be the same old Chelsea… the one that was in the shadow of somebody else… the one that made a fucking joke out of herself with the way she was acting… with all those drug posts on the Shark Tank… the same Chelsea that had amounted to NOTHING in OCW… that’s the Chelsea that he THOUGHT he was going to get… but he didn’t. He faced a woman that WANTED to be in this business for the pure love of the sport and I ‘shocked the world again’.
Still… I know people are saying that it’s only a matter of time before the clock strikes midnight…
Only… people need to get this through their skulls…”
Chelsea pauses her walk, focusing the camera on an angry, annoyed glare on her face.
“...there’s no MIDNIGHT in this story, okay? I’m NOT Cinderella, alright? If there’s one thing that this tournament has proven without a shadow of a doubt it’s the fact that I am now a LEGITIMATE professional wrestler! The Chelsea LeClair of old is dead and gone and those of you that are STILL hanging onto the joke that I used to be… they need to stop wondering about midnight because midnight is NEVER arriving… not with me! Duce Jones fell to me because he got far too overconfident! I already KNOW that it’s going to be the same thing with YOU, Jason Chase…”
The mention of Jason Chase causes Chelsea to purse her lips in disgust as she resumes her walk.
“...you are EXACTLY everything that I used to be! This tournament isn’t about the love of the sport for you. No, it’s all about MONEY and FAME so just that ALONE angers me when it comes to you. You are doing this for the very reason that I used to do this for. My whole purpose for being involved in the wrestling business was to use it to make my break into television… for all the Hollywood lights to be on me! I wanted that dream life… the red carpets, the white limos, the hot, studly guys… GOD… I was SO shallow back in the day and I admit that a few years ago? A man that looks like you? That’s the type of guy I would’ve wanted. You are the visual representation of the men that I used to imagine myself marrying CONSTANTLY… but unfortunately for you… this California girl has not only grown up… she’s gotten as far away from California as possible!
I’m NOT the shallow girl that YOU’RE used to dealing with… and I especially want to emphasize the fact that I’M NOT LILITH!
I’m not STUPID like Lilith, okay? I’m not the disgrace that she and her equally stupid wife are! You want to walk around here being your stereotypical, vanilla trash, Hollywood, dime a dozen busy body, go right on ahead. Come at me with your stereotypical, vintage sexist nonsense. Be the chauvinistic douchebag you are because the fact of the matter is, no matter how good you are, no matter how far you advance in this tournament, you’re NOT special… and you could NEVER be in the spotlight because you’re just another guy… you’re just another Evin Empire to me. Look him up!
See the fact that you’re EXACTLY like him: flaunting their looks, their money, their women… and you know what happened to Evin Empire, Chase? He became one of the biggest busts in OCW history! You think you’re SUCH hot shit just because you beat Bifford right, so that gives you a reason to overlook me, I bet. If OCW was still going, you’d probably be best friends with the likes of Bob Grenier and Mack O’Connor, two other pathetic pieces of shit that care far more about their beer and their women and their stupid, bland, dime a dozen party attitudes more than their actual careers and yet, you STILL wouldn’t be good enough to match what they’ve done for this company because you’re one of those vintage Joe Somebodies that just wants all the fame to go with this business. See how far that gets you, it sure as hell did nothing for me.
You’re not facing the woman that spent her whole career in someone else’s shadow prior to this tournament. I have ESCAPED that shadow… I have proven that I am a viable wrestler in my own right. Bifford may have been impressive, but LILITH? Please… she knows NOTHING about being a woman or even a wrestler for that matter. Unlike LILITH, I DO think for myself. Unlike LILITH I actually CAN break out of someone’s shadow and not accept being second best to anyone else and I’m sure as hell not going to be second best to either you, or Andrew Logan!
I might be easy on the eyes, Jason… but I sure as hell won’t be easy on you…”
Chelsea is suddenly interrupted by a wannabe Jersey Shore guido with a six pack who looks like he’s taking too much steroids at the moment.
“Hey honey! Why don’t I show you that the guidos here in Jersey have a bigger dick than anyone you’ve ever slept with in California, eh?”
Chelsea, completely unamused, takes out a vial of pepper spray and sprays it in the eyes of the chauvinist pig, leading the blind idiot screaming and running right into the ocean, tripping over himself and faceplanting into the tides while the other beachgoers laugh at him.
“Yeah… that’s how LITTLE I am going to tolerate someone like YOU! So go ahead… bore us all to death with all your Hollywood talk… bore us all to death with your stereotypical nonsense of ‘beating down a woman’ and these BORING innuendos that make ANY Chad Vargas comment about women look like they actually make sense and this BORING nonsense about “breaking me” and “your strength”, “speed” and “determination” blah blah blah… BOOOOORRRRING!
UGH! No wonder I’ve grown up and moved on from wanting to be with empty, thick excuses of men such as you!
Still… I’ve accomplished everything I’ve set out to do in this tournament. I have proven that I truly am a legitimate wrestler… that I have been able to overcome my demons and overcome being in someone else’s shadow… that I can be a champion in this business and that I can win when the pressure is on as I’ve done twice already against two wrestlers that many thought were going to take care of me so easily…
You can’t take that away from me, Chase, even if you do win. One way or another, the greatest comeback story in OCW history lives on… whether it’s in this tournament or whether it’s elsewhere.
I don’t need a Hollywood ending here, Chase…
I don’t need to be a Cinderella story…
All I need to be is a winner… which I already am because I’ve got a hell of a positive experience to take forward no matter what?
You?
Once I’m done with you, you’re going to experience what I did… when my Hollywood dreams crashed… and Monday? It won’t be me in someone else’s shadow… it’s going to be YOU in mine…
Chelsea puts down the camcorder and shuts it off. She has a laugh to herself as she sees the idiot that hit on her moments ago get helped back to the sand. She walks into the water, reflecting on what has been one hell of a comeback ride, proud of everything she’s been able to do from just this tournament alone.