Post by Chelsea LeClair on Mar 22, 2021 22:58:40 GMT -5
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Draft Night…
Chelsea LeClair is in an elated mood as she returns to her hotel room. The elation and jubilation stems from the fact that she was thrown into the fire in her Revo1 Wrestling debut, going up against one hell of a competitor in the night’s main event and being able to walk out of their draft night with a victory. Immediately, she grabs her camcorder and records a quick vlog to let her joyful feelings out…
“WOW!” Chelsea exclaims with excitement. “I am SO PSYCHED to have won my first match in my new home. They threw me a tough test, I’ll give them that. But, ultimately what I wound up proving is that I’m going to be one of Sin’s top competitors and they couldn’t have drafted anyone better than me. I am very happy and very thrilled to be part of a company that really is part of the modern times. No more do I have to hold myself back being stuck somewhere that’s caught in a time warp. No longer do I have to see a bunch of cancers in the locker room. This is a wrestling company with a bright future. Still, I want to make it very clear to everyone on Sin. The biggest reason why I came here was to prove that making it to the top the first time wasn’t a fluke.
It’s only been one match… but so far?
I’m off to a damn good start!”
Chelsea flashes a quick smile as she shuts off the camcorder and sets it down on the counter. She’s truly experiencing happiness on the inside… but a fire burns within her as well. She’s been a world champion before… and yet, remembering that also brings some heartache to her.
“I should’ve been so much better than that…” Chelsea thinks to herself regarding that one month world title reign that she had in GCWA. “It should’ve lasted so much longer. Sure… coming to a new home and picking up a huge win is going to help… but I also know that I won’t be fulfilled until I reach the top again. The worst feeling in the world in any wrestling company isn’t losing a world championship… it’s knowing that you’ll never get back there again…”
December 2020
Chelsea LeClair sits on the outside of the ring, complete dejection on her face as she watches seven other wrestlers battle it out in a rumble match. The pain and the dejection in her heart are just too much for her to handle, leaving her numb and cold. Only when an official from GCWA comes to get her does she finally respond as she slowly gets up. She quickly brushes off the official telling him to leave her alone. She’s fighting hard to fight back the tears as she reluctantly walks up the ramp without looking back at what is going on in the ring…
“A former world champion and 8th is the best I can do?!?!?!” Chelsea thinks to herself in self-defeat. Walking through the curtains, Chelsea can only keep to herself, numbing herself to any human interaction possible.
Once she reaches the locker room and has a moment to herself, she finally lets out the tears. She’s quick to lock the door to prevent anyone else from entering and she sits back down. A television above her airing the Righteous Rumble event that is still going on.
“I lose the world title, get taken out by Legacy like a sack of potatoes and I come back to put on a mediocre performance…” Chelsea reflects with a sigh. “Maybe I really am just a one hit wonder…”
Chelsea watches the rumble match with a blank stare on her face paying little mind to anything else. She had always prided herself in being a trailblazing woman in a wrestling company that was stuck in the late 20th century, but seeing another woman: Betsy Granger in this instance, win that match just shatters her heart even further, leading to a realization that she never wanted to come to.
“I’m done here…” Chelsea admits to herself as she wipes away a tear strolling down her face. “...whatever I built here… whatever trails I blazed… it doesn’t mean anything anymore. Another woman has taken my place and GCWA has a brand new bitch to hang their hat on…”
Chelsea at the moment is experiencing the heartbreak of knowing that she’ll no longer be relevant in GCWA again. For her, the window has absolutely closed. Any chance she had of regaining the GCWA World Championship is gone. Any chance she had of being the top woman in the company is also gone. Losing to Lissie Hope was one thing… but another woman coming out of nowhere to snag a spot that she felt belonged to her was a completely cauterizing feeling altogether. Chelsea takes a deep breath, composing herself a little more, as she packs up her things and heads out of the locker room. She walks down the hallway and heads into Deana Barrows’s office. Despite her disdain for her because of the history with Legacy, she avoids the temptation she’s experiencing to wreck her office altogether. She grabs a notepad on her desk along with a pen…
“I’ve wrestled my last match here…” Chelsea writes on the notepad. “...goodbye. Chelsea”
Just to let a little frustration out, she spikes the pen on the notepad letting it bounce and hit the floor. She walks out of the office, back through the hallway and out of the building reflecting on GCWA one last time…
“Thank you for the memories… thank you for the good times…” Chelsea thinks to herself. “But ultimately, I already know that I’ve grown as much as I’m ever going to grow here… and I know that I’ve got to spread my wings, go somewhere else, and show the world that Chelsea LeClair is a true superstar in this business. As long as I’m here, I know that can’t happen…”
Chelsea doesn’t look back at the building. She merely gets into her car and heads off into the night. There is no regret nor any remorse for what she just did. That same broken heart within her at this particular moment is also beginning to stitch itself in a way… because deep down in her broken heart, Chelsea knows that for her career and for her potential, she is doing the right thing.
“It was tough for me to move on…” Chelsea admits in a voiceover. “GCWA is where I experienced what it felt like to be a star for the first time and I’ll forever be grateful for it even though the last few months there were a miserable time for me. But deep down, I knew I deserved better. I knew that I had to take a leap of faith and do whatever it takes to spread my wings and soar back to the pinnacle that I had experienced once before…”
March 19, 2021
“That’s it, Chelsea… that’s it…” she listens to a man in his mid-50’s tell her as she fires off some random strikes and punches that are connecting on point. The motivated former world champion is surely feeling an immense amount of fire… one that hasn’t been inside of her since the night she became the GCWA World Champion in the first place. “Big finish, Chelsea… big finish…”
With a look of fire in her eyes, she fires a quick kick to the gut of the man… TOO quick of a kick as he goes down to his knees, the wind knocked out of him. Chelsea gasps in surprise and she tends to him right away.
“Oh my god…” Chelsea says, concerned. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Holliday…”
“I said you could train with my dad, not kill him…” a man about a year and a half younger says to her as he approaches her, though he doesn’t seem to be angry.
“You got yourself one hell of a girlfriend, Kevin…” Mr. Holliday says with a laugh as he begins to stand up.
“I really didn’t mean to hurt you…”
“It’s okay, Chelsea. That’s the fire right there… that’s the fire that’s going to make you a world champion again! I’ve been doing what I do for a long time… and when someone’s got it… they’ve got it! And Chelsea… you’ve got it… in spades!”
Chelsea smiles wide and squeals with delight.
“Really?” she asks.
“Chels… REALLY…” Kevin says with a laugh.
“I really have to work on that confidence, don’t I?”
“You’re a star, Chelsea…” Mr. Holliday says to her. “It’s time you start behaving like it. You’re about to become a world champion in Revo1 in no time! Alright? Can we get a little more confident attitude next time?”
Chelsea nods with eagerness.
“Good…” Mr. Holliday states, still clutching his chest. “Now… does someone have any Aleve? Holy crap that kick hurt like hell…”
Chelsea and Kevin can only chuckle to themselves as he heads out of the building.
“Your dad’s right…” Chelsea admits to her boyfriend. “Casey never got to where she is today by being meek and timid, that’s for damn sure! I’ve got everything it takes to be a world champion again and I’m going to do whatever it takes and beat whoever I gotta beat to get back there again… beginning with… LA Johnny Stylez? What kind of name is that?”
“Hey… save it for the camera… which… speaking of… I’ll be back!”
Kevin exits the training ring for a bit to grab Chelsea’s promo camera and she finds herself sitting back down and beginning to untape her wrists. As she does so, an incredible, motivating intensity pours through her. That fuel is really making her heart fill with a burning desire that she never experienced as a wrestler prior to GCWA… a desire that is only growing in strength and intensity. By the time Kevin returns to turn the camera on, Chelsea is intensely focused on the task at hand. That intensity and passion isn’t leaving her one bit as she begins to express her thoughts for her upcoming match…
“My debut was just the start and there’s plenty more where that came from and once again, I’m in that main event and I’m in a match with world championship implications. Back in GCWA, I experienced the absolute sheer joy of becoming a world champion for the very first time. It was one of the most fulfilling things I had ever done with my life… but only a month later, it was gone. I will never forget the emotions that I felt in the immediate moments once I came to and realized what happened. As much as I don’t like to admit this, I fucking cried. I remember in the immediate moment, I felt like it was unfair. I had relapsed back to being a victim, even if it was only for a few hours. How could I have come so far only to lose it all like that in the blink of an eye? How could it be fair that my moment was just taken from me like that so soon? I really… really questioned myself so much to the point where I made myself sick… so coming into this situation knowing that a victory here is going to bring me to a world title match…
I’m grateful… There's no denying that.
But LA JOHNNY STYLEZ… I am not going to let someone like YOU beat me! You can bring a shovel or whatever weapon you want to bring and you can shove it up your ass! You belong in an insane asylum, not a wrestling ring. You’re an embarrassment to professional wrestling and the crap that you pulled the last time you had the balls to turn on a camera and cut a promo proved that. You had FAR too much fun with that shovel more than what can be considered normal and… wooooow… I’ve heard more coherent promo from the impotent, retirement home fucks that the GCWA loved to trot out there on a weekly basis. Before you call anyone else a ‘raggedy, overrated, simple bitch’ you need to look in the mirror because you’re a walking trash can of a stereotype in professional wrestling doing the same damn thing that so many others before you have done. I mean seriously… what YOU are is Khaos on acid, that’s what you are, you simpleminded idiot! Yeah, you call someone else overrated, but here’s a question that I have for you. Why are you even in contention for the world title when you couldn’t even win the International title from Anya Coyle, huh?
Can you explain that to me?
The only thing you care about is hurting other people and I’m not going to stand for that. I’m not going to bust my ass and realize the dream of becoming a world champion again just for someone like you, someone with no passion or dedication for the business whatsoever, to stop me. After you couldn’t beat Anya for her title, you should’ve come into this match, guns blazing against me, cutting the most acid-laced, profanity bomb against me telling me I’m nothing and feeding me a bunch of cliches that I have long proven wrong since a guy like you can’t develop a coherent thought worth a fuck, and you can’t even do that, can you? It’s like you gave up, took your ball, and went home because after you couldn’t even beat Anya, who you tried SO hard to talk down to and present as a “walking sperm bank” among all the garbage insults you tried to throw at her… you’ve been quiet.
Someone like you, who loves to talk so damn much… goes quiet.
What the hell is that all about?
Whatever! The point that I am trying to make Johnny, is that you don’t have the heart for this that I do. You do not want to be a champion as badly as I do because if you REALLY wanted to be a champion, you would be the International Champion right now. You don't give a crap about being a champion here. All you give a crap about is hurting other people and getting off on it because someone like you? Yeah, that's how impotent you are. Someone else’s pain and misfortune is the only thing someone like you is even capable of getting off on anymore. It’s sad, really. I don’t know if it’s the drugs. I don’t know if it’s a complete lack of passion on your part. Whatever it is, the “DON OF DISRESPECT” is a clear blight to this industry as far as I’m concerned.
I’m not losing to someone like you because I have too much pride and passion in what I do. You’re going to try to get inside of my head and you’re going to try to talk a whole bunch of nonsense to me like I’m nothing but hey, you know how many times people have tried to do that to me in the last year or so and all I’ve done is prove them wrong? Yeah, I’d say a whole bunch of times and the fact of the matter is, Johnny, some of those idiots that have tried to talk down to me, disrespect me and treat me like I’m nothing… they’re better wrestlers than YOU are and I overcame every last one of them.
I came here to be a world champion again Johnny. I came here to prove that the first time I did it wasn’t just some one-hit wonder, Cinderella fluke nonsense. I came here to have a true world title reign in a company that I can be proud to represent as a world champion. I came here to have a far longer, much more fulfilling title reign than the first time around. I came here not just to have a TASTE of the top that is merely fleeting, like I did the last time around, I came here to have the whole damn cake and leave a much better, much longer lasting and much more significant impression at the top, proving to the world that Chelsea LeClair isn’t some damn Cinderella fluke that ‘got lucky one time’. That’s why I’m here, Johnny. That’s why I have to beat you and get to that world title match so I can really, REALLY prove that I deserve to be considered one of the best wrestlers in the business.
You’re just a stop along the way to my ultimate destination, Johnny Stylez… it’s as simple as that.
And in the main event this week?
Revo1 will continue to see what I am all about!
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