Post by Deleted on May 30, 2020 21:23:34 GMT -5
2019
“You can bounce back from this, Chelsea…” the OCW Women’s Champion’s then-publicist tries to tell her. Chelsea’s eyes tell the story. She’s looking like someone that has already given up on her career. She’s more focused on trying to get the Bacardi down the gullet at a typical sports bar, hiding away from the spotlight as internally, she’s feeling absolutely terrible about herself.
“It’s over…” Chelsea would weakly say. “...how can you even spin getting pinned by an octogenarian?”
“I’m sure that there’s a…”
“No… there’s no way you can spin it, Cindy. I’m done…”
“No you’re not!” Cynthia tried to tell her. “You can bounce back from this. Besides, if you give it some time, people are going to forget that this ever happened. Even then, the way it happened… it was honestly… kind of fluky. Now, you have two choices here, Chelsea. You can take this by the horns, deal with it and move past it quickly or you can just drown yourself in Bacardi, feel sorry for yourself and be the joke that you’re telling yourself that you are.”
“The worst part about ALL if this is that ANDREA is SO fucking successful…” Chelsea blurted out, taking another swig of the Bacardi and proving that Cynthia’s words went in one ear and out the other, much to her own chagrin. “I’m a joke, Cindy… there’s no two ways around it. When you get pinned by someone like THAT… I don’t care how it happens, then you’re destined to be a joke. I can pretty much kiss all of my TV dreams good bye now…”
“If you continue to act like this…”
“There’s no point… it’s over for me. I’m done. Who fucking cares anymore? I’m a joke and that’s that.”
Cynthia sighs, rolling her eyes.
“If that’s how you feel, then I’m out of here.”
“Then GO…” Chelsea exclaimed.
“I’m not going to waste my time working with this. You want to feel sorry for yourself, live like a joke and flush all your dreams down the toilet, then go right on ahead. We’re through, Chelsea. I quit. I’ll work with someone who’s actually worth the time… you know… like your ex-tag partner for instance…”
Cynthia storms off, never to be seen again until Chelsea finally attains a modicum of success with the OCW Women’s Championship against Skye Hill. Nobody, not even Chelsea herself, realized how much of a downward spiral she was about to be on.
“I gave up… Chelsea admitted in a voice over. “I thought I was the biggest joke in all of wrestling after the Ehud of Moab match and after that happened, it’s like I ACCEPTED being that joke. The drugs came back. The relapse began. I was writing all that stupid, horrendous Shark Tank nonsense… and when I was released by OCW, it all but cemented that I was one of the biggest jokes in the business and that I was a bottom of the barrel wrestler with seemingly no future…”
Late Summer 2019
Chelsea LeClair wakes up and gets out of bed, completely hung over after she had drank my sorrows away. On the morning after she had been released by OCW, she grabbed her phone and turned on the satellite radio station that she has on it. She goes to lie back down, not caring about the fact that she looks like a total drunken mess, not caring about the fact that empty Bacardi bottles have littered the floor and definitely having no sense of confidence in herself. Rock bottom was truly a bitch…
“We’re back with Wrestling Satellite Radio! Here’s your host: Howard Kearn!” the radio show would say.
“Alright, we’re back and we have a special guest in the house tonight, none other than former three time GCW Global Champion Jazmyn Rain…”
That’s a name that’s quite familiar to Chelsea, considering that she used to wrestle with her in GCW.
“...how are you today, Jazmyn?”
“Living the life, as usual.”
“I wanted to kick off this conversation with some news from the wrestling world. Now, you may not be as familiar with OCW as you may be with other promotions that you’ve wrestled with, but you do remember former GCW tag team champions Sedona Sky right?”
“Of course I do, Howard!”
“Talk about a tale of two cities, huh?” Howard would ask. “You’ve got Andrea Hernandez, recently coming off of a five month Craze Championship reign and who has done nothing but solidify herself as one of the best up and coming stars in our business today…”
“I have been very impressed with her…” Jazmyn states, causing Chelsea’s eyes to narrow with anger. “She’s going to be a future world champion someday… in OCW… or anywhere else she competes in. Then there’s Chelsea…”
“Oh god…” Chelsea heard Howard say on the radio. “...what the FUCK is up with her? It’s funny that you mention her because after Andrea solidified her dominance over her once and for all by beating her last night, OCW fired… er… sorry… CANCELLED her! This should absolutely be the end of her wrestling career as we know it. Who is even going to sign her anymore? I mean come on… how many chances is someone going to get?”
“I’ve got to be honest with you…” Jazmyn says. “Chelsea Summers… LeClair… whatever she wants to call herself, has to be the biggest disgrace to this business in a long time. She had TWO stints in GCW… and she failed in BOTH of them. TWO! The way she went after Sedona Sky split… WOW… it had to be the biggest disgrace I’ve ever seen… instead of focusing on trying to be a champion and trying to make herself a better wrestler, she becomes fixated on wanting to fuck other women’s boyfriends. It’s disgusting. SHE’S disgusting! I don’t even know why I’m talking about her so much when she’s that far beneath me.”
“You’ve both got similarities…” Howard states, as Chelsea is feeling the sting of what she heard on the radio. “You’ve both dealt with some personal stuff… you’ve both been in the shadows of someone else…
“Stop… stop… STOP…” Jazmyn said, cutting off the host. “Don’t compare me to that THING, okay? It’s an insult to be compared to someone like that… she’s never going to amount to anything in professional wrestling… NEVER!”
Chelsea had heard enough at this point, muting the radio show and having had enough of other people making fun of her and mocking her for the failure of a career she was having up to this point. Chelsea slides back under the covers and buries her face in her pillow experiencing such a horrible shame following her release from OCW. She would remain depressed and would hardly leave her bed for anything that day as she is experiencing that growing, inadequate, brutal feeling of her life growing worse and worse by the second…
“This wouldn’t be the only time she’d publicly go on the internet or go on the radio and pour salt into the wound…” Chelsea would say in a voice over. “Jazmyn was once a nice girl that suddenly decided to cast her lot with the wrong crowd… throwing every ounce of heroism that she had in her… selling out to become more of a wrestling celebrity than an actual professional wrestler and deciding that she wanted to bully me just because she could. She’s the personification of EVERY person that has EVER derided me as a joke…
Of every single person in the last year that has ever put me through some sort of hell, she’s got to be the worst one of them all and it’s not even close. This tournament for me, in large part, has been about permanently silencing people like her once and for all…”
May 29, 2020
“This has truly been surreal…” Chelsea would say over the phone as she had someone else on speaker while she was waiting outside of a satellite radio station.. “When this whole Manifest Destiny thing started for me, I had no idea that things would go as well as they have!”
“I’m happy for you Chelsea…” the familiar voice of Andrea Hernandez. “You’ve certainly proven so many people wrong just from being in the finals alone.”
“I’m… um… oh gosh…” Chelsea said. “I… I’m SO nervous about Monday…”
“What’s Monday?”
“It’s the finals of the OCW Manifest Destiny tournament. Like… I don’t even KNOW how the FUCK I even got to the FINALS… or hell, the second round let alone the finals. I used to be the biggest joke in all of professional wrestling Andrea, you know that. I was such an embarrassment to OCW when you and I were there…”
“You’re past that now…” Andrea reminded Chelsea.
“Yeah well… um…” Chelsea paused in her nervousness. “...this Andrew Logan guy I’m facing in the finals seems like he’s this big deal.”
“So?” Andrea said “Why are you so nervous?”
“Because… it’s a miracle I’ve even gotten this far…”
“Chelsea…it’s not. I know you feel like you’re on some sort of Rocky run here but… you’re not. You’re going through the same thing I did in late 2017-early 2018 when I began to break out as a singles star. If you walk into that match drowning yourself in the ‘underdog’ label, you’re going to lose that match. This run to the finals… you’ve had the ability within you the entire time. It takes any wrestler a while to realize it… but once you do realize it… it’s smooth sailing. This isn’t some ‘miracle’, Chelsea. It’s you realizing that you’re good at what you do.”
“How do you know this, Andi?” Chelsea asked understandably skeptical.
“Because…” Andrea said “...only recently, I came to that conclusion. When I broke out as a singles star, when I began beating hall of fame member after hall of fame member in OCW, when I hit the ground running in SCW and ultimately took the division by storm… it was ALWAYS within me! I ALWAYS had it in me! There was never a time when I didn’t have that potential. I was born with that potential and that ability to be great at whatever it is I set my mind to… and so were you, Chelsea. So… take the journey that I’ve been on… remember what it took for me to get to where I am… and you’ll meet that potential you have within you too…”
“Woooow….” Chelsea said on the other end. “That’s SO inspiring! Thank you so much, Andi! I really needed to hear that. I think I’m beginning to understand why you’ve made the incredible climb to the top that you’ve made over the last few years. Anyway, I’m going to let you go. Before I do though… I want to tell you how proud I am of you. You’ve been… well… to say the least, amazing. It’s an honor and a privilege to have been part of this journey and all…”
“Thanks…” Andrea said. “...I’ll talk to you later. You’re winning that tourney, Chels. I have faith in you.”
Chelsea had a bit of a smile on her face as she walked inside of the lobby of the radio studio, already hearing “Wrestling Satellite Radio” play over the airwaves. Hearing this show again causes some anger within her, remembering the complete undressing that she was given after she was released by OCW. Normally, Chelsea wouldn’t care… but she has a special interest in today’s program… and hearing the voice of Jazmyn Rain again really made her quiver with said anger.
“...you KNOW I’m going to OWN that G1 Climax tournament in GZWA…” Jazmyn would say over the air. “...especially if I ever come across a CHELSEA LECLAIR type of wrestler.”
“HA!” Howard Kearn would scoff. “I love it when you bring out the Chelsea jokes! God, those never get old.”
“Chelsea IS the joke…” Jazmyn reminded the listening audience, all while Chelsea got angry and began to dial a number on her phone.
“We’ll see how much of a joke I am now, won’t we…”
“Anyway, while we have such an esteemed guest in Jazmyn Rain… let’s take some calls from… the LITTLE PEOPLE. YOU, the audience, get a chance to talk to one of the biggest stars from her generation.”
Chelsea pressed “send” on her phone to initiate a call.
“Let’s get some callers on the line… first caller comes to us from a New Jersey area code…”
Chelsea smirks as she hears the show on her phone now, realizing that she’s dialed in.
“Caller…” the host stated. “What question do you have for Jazmyn?”
“Yeah Howard…” Chelsea began. “I’d like to know when Jazmyn is going to say ALL of the horrible shit she’s said to me to my face! You know what I’m talking about: all the mockery, all of the hatred, all of the bullying, every single time she ever said to me that I would never amount to anything in this business… she hides behind a keyboard when she does it on social media or she’s hiding behind a microphone the last four or five times she’s been on your show! When are you going to stop being a chickenshit, Jazmyn?”
Chelsea could hear Jazmyn laughing on the other end.
“Wait… CHELSEA… this is REALLY YOU? WOW! I didn’t know you were THAT desperate for relevance…” Jazmyn said to me in a mocking tone of voice. “I’m sorry, but you’re not even WORTHY of speaking to me. Howard, hang up…”
“No Howard… don’t… this is going viral when it gets out…”
“Girl has a point…” Howard tells Jazmyn.
“Why don’t you EVER tell the whole story, Jazmyn?” Chelsea asked, as her blood began to really fill with rage. “When was the last time you held a championship? Two years ago? Yeah… your career really hit the skids after NGW shut down on you, didn’t it?”
“You don’t know anything…” Jazmyn said in a weak response.
“Why don’t you EVER talk about the TRASH year you had last year…” Chelsea added. “...you know… how you went from company to company after NGW shut down on you and it took you until A FEW MONTHS AGO to finally hit your stride again? How YOU sold out down the river when you realized that your old ways weren’t good enough for you? YOU had to change yourself and be something you’re not to even be RELEVANT again… in fact… I’m even more relevant than YOU are…”
“WHAT?” Jazmyn would yell. “THE NERVE! I’ve still got THREE more world titles than you. I just got inducted into the GCW Hall of Fame…”
“Facts are facts, bitch…” Chelsea told Jazmyn. “As far as I’m concerned… when it comes to championships? In the last 20 months, the score is Chelsea 1, Jazmyn 0.”
“You’re REALLY pushing it…” Jazmyn said.
“I made it to the FINALS of the OCW Manifest Destiny tournament and you can NEVER take that away from me, Jazmyn. You’re in denial of my success because you don’t want to admit that you were wrong about me. Why? Because you’re a COWARD! YOU have to berate me because deep down inside your fucked up head, you know that I have POWER over you. I’m SO irrelevant, but you LOVE to bully me, mock me, make fun of me, and so on. I’m stronger than you…”
“You’re NOT…” Jazmyn said.
“Then why don’t you hang up the phone, drag your pretty little ass out of that studio, come down to the lobby and fucking fight me then?” Chelsea said in further defiance.
“You’re not worth it…” Jazmyn said.
“It’s because you know I’d beat you, right?” Chelsea retorted.
Chelsea hangs up the phone and has a huge laugh at the fact that she was able to at least get SOME type of revenge by humiliating a person that had taunted her, tormented her and treated her like a joke for quite some time now. She can’t help but continue to laugh when she hears Jazmyn curse up a storm over what happened, vowing to never appear on ‘Wrestling Satellite Radio’ again after the humiliation Chelsea brought onto her.
“It feels good to have the last laugh…” Chelsea says as she walks out of the studio lobby. “... and Monday night… when my Manifest Destiny is complete, I’m going to have the last laugh again.”
May 30, 2020
Chelsea finds herself on a red carpet setting under the stars and under a spotlight, something that she grew up wanting to be familiar with. She’s dressed to the “eights”, essentially, looking chic but not overdoing it to the point where she would come off as one of those obnoxious, and arrogant Hollywood stars that she’s come to hate lately. There’s a chalkboard behind Chelsea that has the entire tournament bracket from start to finish drawn on it and the OCW Women’s Champion is in high spirits and maintaining her confidence as she begins to speak.
“What a tournament…” Chelsea begins to say. “You want to talk about the improbable? Yeah, there’s been quite a bit of that, I admit it. On my side of the bracket, Duce Jones beat Mike Zybala. Jason Chase wound up beating the Big Bifford who was favored far and wide to win this entire thing. Lilith… unfortunately won… and I beat Skye Hill and claimed THIS very championship! Think about that… THREE OCW legends on my side of the bracket going out in the first round! After this took place, Lilith pulled a Lilith and does what she does best without Sarah Twilight and CHOKE… as Jason Chase beat her… and I continued to SHOCK THE WORLD by beating Duce Jones… THE Duce Jones. Last week… I kept it going. I beat that misogynistic, dime a dozen son of a bitch and I won my bracket and advanced to the finals…
...none of that… however… means a damn thing to you, Andrew Logan…”
Chelsea’s eyes narrow with anger as she begins to mention her finals opponent.
“I listen to you talk and WOW… you’re JUST like all the other members of the OCW Legends House that doesn’t want to let go of the past. You’re just like Mack O’Connor and Chad Vargas and Bob Grenier and all the other grandfathers that wanted to keep OCW stuck in the GOOD OL’ DAYS! I want to begin with what you said about me… calling me the ‘chick that did nothing but fail’, acting as if my entire success in this tournament was a FLUKE. It’s NOT a fluke, Andrew… it’s me finally realizing the potential that I have in this business. It took me a few years to get it, but I’m happy to say that I finally do! You’re foaming at the mouth, calling my side of the bracket a JOKE just because it didn’t go your way… just because you wanted to see someone like Zybala or Bifford in the finals with you… but look at YOUR side of the bracket, Andrew… the one that you praised as “GREAT!”
Yeah… your bracket is SO great that three of the four people left on that side of the bracket failed to show up for work! You were already penciling yourself in to face with either Vargas or TIO when your side of the bracket consisted of people that were STILL hanging on for too long… people like PerZag, Grenier, Roach… yeah… Roach is SUCH an impressive first round victory and for all the shit you talked about Cheyenne, you didn’t actually beat her. Your journey through this thing is FAR less impressive than mine because the two wrestlers that you faced were nothing but a bunch of scrubs and TIO and Vargas decided that they didn’t want to show up for this thing anymore. I don’t have the sunniest of feelings for either of those two, but I know that if you had to face one of them in the semifinals, you wouldn’t even be here. How do I know? Look around…”
Chelsea pauses, looking up and cuing the camera to pan all around the scene, focusing on the red carpet and the spotlight that she’s standing in.
“...because Andrew Logan… is NOT a name synonymous with OCW… is it?
You were a world champion… in 2003. That wasn’t good enough for you. You HAVE to have the Hall of Fame too, right? You HAVE to be remembered as the better ‘Logan’. Deep down, you know that no matter WHAT you did, it didn’t fucking mean anything because there was always someone else to overshadow you and that’s exactly what one of Vargas or TIO would’ve done had you had to face them. Hell, that’s probably why they bailed from this tournament because they may have figured that you weren’t even worth the fight. But MY side of the bracket is the joke, right?
Have you listened to the shit that’s come out of your mouth? Talking about HAVING to take down the heroes, calling this entire tournament a shit show just because Chase beat Bifford, complaining about being shafted from the Hall of Fame…
And they used to think I was the childish bitch that didn’t know how to grow up? All these years later and you’re STILL complaining about being in your brother’s shadow? I get it Andrew… I really do. Similar boat… you know… with being the best friend of the most successful woman in the last incarnation of OCW and all that… except… the big difference between me and you and why I’m going to win is because YOU are stuck in the past, bemoaning the fact that Anthony was the better Logan, that your OCW return isn’t living up to your expectations and having your head shoved up your own ass. Yeah, I was in someone else’s shadow too… but am I in this tournament for the same selfish reason you are? HELL NO! I’m in this to prove to myself that I AM a viable wrestler in this business and considering the journey so far, I already know that I am no matter what happens. I’m not going to take a moral victory though… I’m in this to win it now. I’m here to get my last laugh against people like YOU that thought I wouldn’t amount to anything… I’m here to show OCW what they missed out on because of the awful choices that I made.
This isn’t about being better than someone I was in the shadow of like it is with you, Andrew… it’s about being the best that I KNOW I’ve always had it in me to be. You’re just like most of the old folks in OCW… bitter, jealous, can’t stand the fact that someone other than you is in the spotlight whenever the situation arises… well when I’m done with you on Monday… when I win this tournament and prove once and for all that I’m no fluke and no Cinderella… I’ll REALLY give you something to be bitter about, you outdated, narcissistic fuck! Go ahead and keep that head shoved up your ass.
Go ahead and walk into this acting like you’re SO much better than me… act as if you don’t sweat me at all… but what’s going to happen Monday is what has happened during your ENTIRE OCW career, Andrew…
You’re going to be left out of the spotlight… you’re going to be stuck in the shadow… all while someone else attains the glory that you always felt that you were entitled to but just never quite good enough to have. So enjoy your Tier 1 wrestler status of “close, but not close enough…” because once again in your OCW career… when Monday night ends… that’s what you’re going to be… and in OCW lore? That’s all you ever will be!
Chelsea pauses and confidently writes her name on the chalkboard as the winner of Manifest Destiny before she turns and leaves, walking past the chalkboard, the spotlight following her and her confidence in full force knowing that on Monday, she’s going to own the sudden spotlight she finds herself in as the camera cuts out.
“You can bounce back from this, Chelsea…” the OCW Women’s Champion’s then-publicist tries to tell her. Chelsea’s eyes tell the story. She’s looking like someone that has already given up on her career. She’s more focused on trying to get the Bacardi down the gullet at a typical sports bar, hiding away from the spotlight as internally, she’s feeling absolutely terrible about herself.
“It’s over…” Chelsea would weakly say. “...how can you even spin getting pinned by an octogenarian?”
“I’m sure that there’s a…”
“No… there’s no way you can spin it, Cindy. I’m done…”
“No you’re not!” Cynthia tried to tell her. “You can bounce back from this. Besides, if you give it some time, people are going to forget that this ever happened. Even then, the way it happened… it was honestly… kind of fluky. Now, you have two choices here, Chelsea. You can take this by the horns, deal with it and move past it quickly or you can just drown yourself in Bacardi, feel sorry for yourself and be the joke that you’re telling yourself that you are.”
“The worst part about ALL if this is that ANDREA is SO fucking successful…” Chelsea blurted out, taking another swig of the Bacardi and proving that Cynthia’s words went in one ear and out the other, much to her own chagrin. “I’m a joke, Cindy… there’s no two ways around it. When you get pinned by someone like THAT… I don’t care how it happens, then you’re destined to be a joke. I can pretty much kiss all of my TV dreams good bye now…”
“If you continue to act like this…”
“There’s no point… it’s over for me. I’m done. Who fucking cares anymore? I’m a joke and that’s that.”
Cynthia sighs, rolling her eyes.
“If that’s how you feel, then I’m out of here.”
“Then GO…” Chelsea exclaimed.
“I’m not going to waste my time working with this. You want to feel sorry for yourself, live like a joke and flush all your dreams down the toilet, then go right on ahead. We’re through, Chelsea. I quit. I’ll work with someone who’s actually worth the time… you know… like your ex-tag partner for instance…”
Cynthia storms off, never to be seen again until Chelsea finally attains a modicum of success with the OCW Women’s Championship against Skye Hill. Nobody, not even Chelsea herself, realized how much of a downward spiral she was about to be on.
“I gave up… Chelsea admitted in a voice over. “I thought I was the biggest joke in all of wrestling after the Ehud of Moab match and after that happened, it’s like I ACCEPTED being that joke. The drugs came back. The relapse began. I was writing all that stupid, horrendous Shark Tank nonsense… and when I was released by OCW, it all but cemented that I was one of the biggest jokes in the business and that I was a bottom of the barrel wrestler with seemingly no future…”
Late Summer 2019
Chelsea LeClair wakes up and gets out of bed, completely hung over after she had drank my sorrows away. On the morning after she had been released by OCW, she grabbed her phone and turned on the satellite radio station that she has on it. She goes to lie back down, not caring about the fact that she looks like a total drunken mess, not caring about the fact that empty Bacardi bottles have littered the floor and definitely having no sense of confidence in herself. Rock bottom was truly a bitch…
“We’re back with Wrestling Satellite Radio! Here’s your host: Howard Kearn!” the radio show would say.
“Alright, we’re back and we have a special guest in the house tonight, none other than former three time GCW Global Champion Jazmyn Rain…”
That’s a name that’s quite familiar to Chelsea, considering that she used to wrestle with her in GCW.
“...how are you today, Jazmyn?”
“Living the life, as usual.”
“I wanted to kick off this conversation with some news from the wrestling world. Now, you may not be as familiar with OCW as you may be with other promotions that you’ve wrestled with, but you do remember former GCW tag team champions Sedona Sky right?”
“Of course I do, Howard!”
“Talk about a tale of two cities, huh?” Howard would ask. “You’ve got Andrea Hernandez, recently coming off of a five month Craze Championship reign and who has done nothing but solidify herself as one of the best up and coming stars in our business today…”
“I have been very impressed with her…” Jazmyn states, causing Chelsea’s eyes to narrow with anger. “She’s going to be a future world champion someday… in OCW… or anywhere else she competes in. Then there’s Chelsea…”
“Oh god…” Chelsea heard Howard say on the radio. “...what the FUCK is up with her? It’s funny that you mention her because after Andrea solidified her dominance over her once and for all by beating her last night, OCW fired… er… sorry… CANCELLED her! This should absolutely be the end of her wrestling career as we know it. Who is even going to sign her anymore? I mean come on… how many chances is someone going to get?”
“I’ve got to be honest with you…” Jazmyn says. “Chelsea Summers… LeClair… whatever she wants to call herself, has to be the biggest disgrace to this business in a long time. She had TWO stints in GCW… and she failed in BOTH of them. TWO! The way she went after Sedona Sky split… WOW… it had to be the biggest disgrace I’ve ever seen… instead of focusing on trying to be a champion and trying to make herself a better wrestler, she becomes fixated on wanting to fuck other women’s boyfriends. It’s disgusting. SHE’S disgusting! I don’t even know why I’m talking about her so much when she’s that far beneath me.”
“You’ve both got similarities…” Howard states, as Chelsea is feeling the sting of what she heard on the radio. “You’ve both dealt with some personal stuff… you’ve both been in the shadows of someone else…
“Stop… stop… STOP…” Jazmyn said, cutting off the host. “Don’t compare me to that THING, okay? It’s an insult to be compared to someone like that… she’s never going to amount to anything in professional wrestling… NEVER!”
Chelsea had heard enough at this point, muting the radio show and having had enough of other people making fun of her and mocking her for the failure of a career she was having up to this point. Chelsea slides back under the covers and buries her face in her pillow experiencing such a horrible shame following her release from OCW. She would remain depressed and would hardly leave her bed for anything that day as she is experiencing that growing, inadequate, brutal feeling of her life growing worse and worse by the second…
“This wouldn’t be the only time she’d publicly go on the internet or go on the radio and pour salt into the wound…” Chelsea would say in a voice over. “Jazmyn was once a nice girl that suddenly decided to cast her lot with the wrong crowd… throwing every ounce of heroism that she had in her… selling out to become more of a wrestling celebrity than an actual professional wrestler and deciding that she wanted to bully me just because she could. She’s the personification of EVERY person that has EVER derided me as a joke…
Of every single person in the last year that has ever put me through some sort of hell, she’s got to be the worst one of them all and it’s not even close. This tournament for me, in large part, has been about permanently silencing people like her once and for all…”
May 29, 2020
“This has truly been surreal…” Chelsea would say over the phone as she had someone else on speaker while she was waiting outside of a satellite radio station.. “When this whole Manifest Destiny thing started for me, I had no idea that things would go as well as they have!”
“I’m happy for you Chelsea…” the familiar voice of Andrea Hernandez. “You’ve certainly proven so many people wrong just from being in the finals alone.”
“I’m… um… oh gosh…” Chelsea said. “I… I’m SO nervous about Monday…”
“What’s Monday?”
“It’s the finals of the OCW Manifest Destiny tournament. Like… I don’t even KNOW how the FUCK I even got to the FINALS… or hell, the second round let alone the finals. I used to be the biggest joke in all of professional wrestling Andrea, you know that. I was such an embarrassment to OCW when you and I were there…”
“You’re past that now…” Andrea reminded Chelsea.
“Yeah well… um…” Chelsea paused in her nervousness. “...this Andrew Logan guy I’m facing in the finals seems like he’s this big deal.”
“So?” Andrea said “Why are you so nervous?”
“Because… it’s a miracle I’ve even gotten this far…”
“Chelsea…it’s not. I know you feel like you’re on some sort of Rocky run here but… you’re not. You’re going through the same thing I did in late 2017-early 2018 when I began to break out as a singles star. If you walk into that match drowning yourself in the ‘underdog’ label, you’re going to lose that match. This run to the finals… you’ve had the ability within you the entire time. It takes any wrestler a while to realize it… but once you do realize it… it’s smooth sailing. This isn’t some ‘miracle’, Chelsea. It’s you realizing that you’re good at what you do.”
“How do you know this, Andi?” Chelsea asked understandably skeptical.
“Because…” Andrea said “...only recently, I came to that conclusion. When I broke out as a singles star, when I began beating hall of fame member after hall of fame member in OCW, when I hit the ground running in SCW and ultimately took the division by storm… it was ALWAYS within me! I ALWAYS had it in me! There was never a time when I didn’t have that potential. I was born with that potential and that ability to be great at whatever it is I set my mind to… and so were you, Chelsea. So… take the journey that I’ve been on… remember what it took for me to get to where I am… and you’ll meet that potential you have within you too…”
“Woooow….” Chelsea said on the other end. “That’s SO inspiring! Thank you so much, Andi! I really needed to hear that. I think I’m beginning to understand why you’ve made the incredible climb to the top that you’ve made over the last few years. Anyway, I’m going to let you go. Before I do though… I want to tell you how proud I am of you. You’ve been… well… to say the least, amazing. It’s an honor and a privilege to have been part of this journey and all…”
“Thanks…” Andrea said. “...I’ll talk to you later. You’re winning that tourney, Chels. I have faith in you.”
Chelsea had a bit of a smile on her face as she walked inside of the lobby of the radio studio, already hearing “Wrestling Satellite Radio” play over the airwaves. Hearing this show again causes some anger within her, remembering the complete undressing that she was given after she was released by OCW. Normally, Chelsea wouldn’t care… but she has a special interest in today’s program… and hearing the voice of Jazmyn Rain again really made her quiver with said anger.
“...you KNOW I’m going to OWN that G1 Climax tournament in GZWA…” Jazmyn would say over the air. “...especially if I ever come across a CHELSEA LECLAIR type of wrestler.”
“HA!” Howard Kearn would scoff. “I love it when you bring out the Chelsea jokes! God, those never get old.”
“Chelsea IS the joke…” Jazmyn reminded the listening audience, all while Chelsea got angry and began to dial a number on her phone.
“We’ll see how much of a joke I am now, won’t we…”
“Anyway, while we have such an esteemed guest in Jazmyn Rain… let’s take some calls from… the LITTLE PEOPLE. YOU, the audience, get a chance to talk to one of the biggest stars from her generation.”
Chelsea pressed “send” on her phone to initiate a call.
“Let’s get some callers on the line… first caller comes to us from a New Jersey area code…”
Chelsea smirks as she hears the show on her phone now, realizing that she’s dialed in.
“Caller…” the host stated. “What question do you have for Jazmyn?”
“Yeah Howard…” Chelsea began. “I’d like to know when Jazmyn is going to say ALL of the horrible shit she’s said to me to my face! You know what I’m talking about: all the mockery, all of the hatred, all of the bullying, every single time she ever said to me that I would never amount to anything in this business… she hides behind a keyboard when she does it on social media or she’s hiding behind a microphone the last four or five times she’s been on your show! When are you going to stop being a chickenshit, Jazmyn?”
Chelsea could hear Jazmyn laughing on the other end.
“Wait… CHELSEA… this is REALLY YOU? WOW! I didn’t know you were THAT desperate for relevance…” Jazmyn said to me in a mocking tone of voice. “I’m sorry, but you’re not even WORTHY of speaking to me. Howard, hang up…”
“No Howard… don’t… this is going viral when it gets out…”
“Girl has a point…” Howard tells Jazmyn.
“Why don’t you EVER tell the whole story, Jazmyn?” Chelsea asked, as her blood began to really fill with rage. “When was the last time you held a championship? Two years ago? Yeah… your career really hit the skids after NGW shut down on you, didn’t it?”
“You don’t know anything…” Jazmyn said in a weak response.
“Why don’t you EVER talk about the TRASH year you had last year…” Chelsea added. “...you know… how you went from company to company after NGW shut down on you and it took you until A FEW MONTHS AGO to finally hit your stride again? How YOU sold out down the river when you realized that your old ways weren’t good enough for you? YOU had to change yourself and be something you’re not to even be RELEVANT again… in fact… I’m even more relevant than YOU are…”
“WHAT?” Jazmyn would yell. “THE NERVE! I’ve still got THREE more world titles than you. I just got inducted into the GCW Hall of Fame…”
“Facts are facts, bitch…” Chelsea told Jazmyn. “As far as I’m concerned… when it comes to championships? In the last 20 months, the score is Chelsea 1, Jazmyn 0.”
“You’re REALLY pushing it…” Jazmyn said.
“I made it to the FINALS of the OCW Manifest Destiny tournament and you can NEVER take that away from me, Jazmyn. You’re in denial of my success because you don’t want to admit that you were wrong about me. Why? Because you’re a COWARD! YOU have to berate me because deep down inside your fucked up head, you know that I have POWER over you. I’m SO irrelevant, but you LOVE to bully me, mock me, make fun of me, and so on. I’m stronger than you…”
“You’re NOT…” Jazmyn said.
“Then why don’t you hang up the phone, drag your pretty little ass out of that studio, come down to the lobby and fucking fight me then?” Chelsea said in further defiance.
“You’re not worth it…” Jazmyn said.
“It’s because you know I’d beat you, right?” Chelsea retorted.
Chelsea hangs up the phone and has a huge laugh at the fact that she was able to at least get SOME type of revenge by humiliating a person that had taunted her, tormented her and treated her like a joke for quite some time now. She can’t help but continue to laugh when she hears Jazmyn curse up a storm over what happened, vowing to never appear on ‘Wrestling Satellite Radio’ again after the humiliation Chelsea brought onto her.
“It feels good to have the last laugh…” Chelsea says as she walks out of the studio lobby. “... and Monday night… when my Manifest Destiny is complete, I’m going to have the last laugh again.”
May 30, 2020
Chelsea finds herself on a red carpet setting under the stars and under a spotlight, something that she grew up wanting to be familiar with. She’s dressed to the “eights”, essentially, looking chic but not overdoing it to the point where she would come off as one of those obnoxious, and arrogant Hollywood stars that she’s come to hate lately. There’s a chalkboard behind Chelsea that has the entire tournament bracket from start to finish drawn on it and the OCW Women’s Champion is in high spirits and maintaining her confidence as she begins to speak.
“What a tournament…” Chelsea begins to say. “You want to talk about the improbable? Yeah, there’s been quite a bit of that, I admit it. On my side of the bracket, Duce Jones beat Mike Zybala. Jason Chase wound up beating the Big Bifford who was favored far and wide to win this entire thing. Lilith… unfortunately won… and I beat Skye Hill and claimed THIS very championship! Think about that… THREE OCW legends on my side of the bracket going out in the first round! After this took place, Lilith pulled a Lilith and does what she does best without Sarah Twilight and CHOKE… as Jason Chase beat her… and I continued to SHOCK THE WORLD by beating Duce Jones… THE Duce Jones. Last week… I kept it going. I beat that misogynistic, dime a dozen son of a bitch and I won my bracket and advanced to the finals…
...none of that… however… means a damn thing to you, Andrew Logan…”
Chelsea’s eyes narrow with anger as she begins to mention her finals opponent.
“I listen to you talk and WOW… you’re JUST like all the other members of the OCW Legends House that doesn’t want to let go of the past. You’re just like Mack O’Connor and Chad Vargas and Bob Grenier and all the other grandfathers that wanted to keep OCW stuck in the GOOD OL’ DAYS! I want to begin with what you said about me… calling me the ‘chick that did nothing but fail’, acting as if my entire success in this tournament was a FLUKE. It’s NOT a fluke, Andrew… it’s me finally realizing the potential that I have in this business. It took me a few years to get it, but I’m happy to say that I finally do! You’re foaming at the mouth, calling my side of the bracket a JOKE just because it didn’t go your way… just because you wanted to see someone like Zybala or Bifford in the finals with you… but look at YOUR side of the bracket, Andrew… the one that you praised as “GREAT!”
Yeah… your bracket is SO great that three of the four people left on that side of the bracket failed to show up for work! You were already penciling yourself in to face with either Vargas or TIO when your side of the bracket consisted of people that were STILL hanging on for too long… people like PerZag, Grenier, Roach… yeah… Roach is SUCH an impressive first round victory and for all the shit you talked about Cheyenne, you didn’t actually beat her. Your journey through this thing is FAR less impressive than mine because the two wrestlers that you faced were nothing but a bunch of scrubs and TIO and Vargas decided that they didn’t want to show up for this thing anymore. I don’t have the sunniest of feelings for either of those two, but I know that if you had to face one of them in the semifinals, you wouldn’t even be here. How do I know? Look around…”
Chelsea pauses, looking up and cuing the camera to pan all around the scene, focusing on the red carpet and the spotlight that she’s standing in.
“...because Andrew Logan… is NOT a name synonymous with OCW… is it?
You were a world champion… in 2003. That wasn’t good enough for you. You HAVE to have the Hall of Fame too, right? You HAVE to be remembered as the better ‘Logan’. Deep down, you know that no matter WHAT you did, it didn’t fucking mean anything because there was always someone else to overshadow you and that’s exactly what one of Vargas or TIO would’ve done had you had to face them. Hell, that’s probably why they bailed from this tournament because they may have figured that you weren’t even worth the fight. But MY side of the bracket is the joke, right?
Have you listened to the shit that’s come out of your mouth? Talking about HAVING to take down the heroes, calling this entire tournament a shit show just because Chase beat Bifford, complaining about being shafted from the Hall of Fame…
And they used to think I was the childish bitch that didn’t know how to grow up? All these years later and you’re STILL complaining about being in your brother’s shadow? I get it Andrew… I really do. Similar boat… you know… with being the best friend of the most successful woman in the last incarnation of OCW and all that… except… the big difference between me and you and why I’m going to win is because YOU are stuck in the past, bemoaning the fact that Anthony was the better Logan, that your OCW return isn’t living up to your expectations and having your head shoved up your own ass. Yeah, I was in someone else’s shadow too… but am I in this tournament for the same selfish reason you are? HELL NO! I’m in this to prove to myself that I AM a viable wrestler in this business and considering the journey so far, I already know that I am no matter what happens. I’m not going to take a moral victory though… I’m in this to win it now. I’m here to get my last laugh against people like YOU that thought I wouldn’t amount to anything… I’m here to show OCW what they missed out on because of the awful choices that I made.
This isn’t about being better than someone I was in the shadow of like it is with you, Andrew… it’s about being the best that I KNOW I’ve always had it in me to be. You’re just like most of the old folks in OCW… bitter, jealous, can’t stand the fact that someone other than you is in the spotlight whenever the situation arises… well when I’m done with you on Monday… when I win this tournament and prove once and for all that I’m no fluke and no Cinderella… I’ll REALLY give you something to be bitter about, you outdated, narcissistic fuck! Go ahead and keep that head shoved up your ass.
Go ahead and walk into this acting like you’re SO much better than me… act as if you don’t sweat me at all… but what’s going to happen Monday is what has happened during your ENTIRE OCW career, Andrew…
You’re going to be left out of the spotlight… you’re going to be stuck in the shadow… all while someone else attains the glory that you always felt that you were entitled to but just never quite good enough to have. So enjoy your Tier 1 wrestler status of “close, but not close enough…” because once again in your OCW career… when Monday night ends… that’s what you’re going to be… and in OCW lore? That’s all you ever will be!
Chelsea pauses and confidently writes her name on the chalkboard as the winner of Manifest Destiny before she turns and leaves, walking past the chalkboard, the spotlight following her and her confidence in full force knowing that on Monday, she’s going to own the sudden spotlight she finds herself in as the camera cuts out.