Post by Chelsea LeClair on Apr 26, 2021 22:54:58 GMT -5
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Fall 2019
“I’m sooooo wasted….”
Chelsea LeClair lets out a drunken laugh as she goes through yet another beer bottle. She finds herself in a bar in Key West, Florida. She finds herself talking to the bartender himself, who doesn't seem to be impressed with her at all.
“Don’t you have… you know… a life? You come in here and get drunk every night?”
“Man… I got no life. I just got fired from OCW and… you know… nobody wants to hire me because I suck SO MUCH! I can’t win a wrestling match to save my life anymore. I’m useless in wrestling. Useless. It’s only a matter of time before I start falling back on the harder drugs maaaaaan….”
“Unbelievable…” the bartender says, as he shakes his head and walks away.
“Rock bottom…. Rooooock booootttttooooomm…..” the drunken Chelsea sings without any shame. At this point in her life, she’s given up on herself. She has no place of employment to speak of. She’s coming off of a humiliating experience in OCW. Chelsea’s eyes are already near-bloodshot though whether or not this is from too much alcohol or from crying herself to sleep every night is unclear. A woman with a beer approaches her and she laughs at her.
“Oh my god! You’re that Chelsea chick, right?” she says with a laugh. “You’re that wrestler wannabe that sucks so bad that even octogenarians pin her.”
“Fuck you…” Chelsea says. “I’ll fight you…”
“Fight me? Girl…” the woman says with a scoff. “You’re such a waste of life that your mother should’ve abandoned you at the steps of your local church!”
“I’LL FIGHT YOU BITCH” Chelsea screams as she throws the bottle right at the woman’s head. The woman ducked in the nick of time but Chelsea ran up to her and tackled her right into the floor causing a huge catfight between them.
“You crazy WHORE!” the other woman states as hair pulling, cat fighting and heel flying ensues. Chelsea pins the other woman on the table and rips her top off before grabbing a pitcher of someone else’s beer and dumping it all over her.
“FUCK YOURSELF!” Chelsea screams at her while the whole bar watches. The woman stands up and fights back, pulling on Chelsea’s hair, clawing at her face and even trying to rip her top off as revenge, but Chelsea puts a sleeper hold on her, drags her over to the bar and bangs her head on it. She grabs another pitcher of beer and smashes it over the back of the head of the other woman causing the whole bar to go into a state of shock. The woman falls limp onto the floor, unconscious and Chelsea continues to kick her while she’s down before some security guards come in and arrest her.
“YOU DESERVED IT YOU BITCH!” Chelsea screams at the unconscious woman as she gets dragged out of the bar, eventually ending up in jail on this particular night.
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In the present day, Chelsea watches the security camera footage from that particular rock bottom and she really expresses some remorse on her face. She happens to find herself in a therapy session with her psychologist. She’s been seeing her periodically ever since as part of the rehabilitation program she agreed to be part of for a couple of years.
“You’re five months away from completing this program…” the therapist reminds her. “...how does it feel to relive that?”
Chelsea bits her lower lip, understandably nervous and ashamed.
“Not good…” the Sin World Champion admits with a sigh. “I’m so ashamed that I ever behaved like that. I’m never that violent. I don’t think I have it in me. And you know, it makes me a little bit scared because my first title defense is going to be in something that’s… you know… violent. It’s completely out of my comfort zone.”
“I think that what we just saw says differently…” her psychologist points out. “Of course, this doesn’t mean that I condone any sort of violence of that nature. Didn’t you damn near cripple someone in a match in GCW a few years back before you left the company?
“Look doc, seeing that… the bar fight...yeah, it reminds me of a time when I was at rock bottom and it really teaches me how far I’ve come in all of this. And yes… you’re right. Morgan Clark. Yeah, she had it coming because all she did was pick on me. For some reason, I seem to have… or at the very least… had… a trigger within me whenever someone seems to run me down and want to pick on me or something. Morgan in GCW taunted me for an eternity and she got bloodied the hell up… and that girl at the bar… yeah…. That was not a good thing that I did. STILL, the fact that I’ve shown restraint since then, that means something right?”
“Sure, restraint is a good thing. But you’re telling me that you haven’t been tempted since you got clean and sober? You’re telling me that there hasn’t been anyone since you took this business by storm that you would’ve loved to have torn apart?”
“Not off the top of my head…” Chelsea initially states.
“Not your former friend in Andrea Hernandez?”
“I could never hurt her…” Chelsea says with a sigh. “...even though she’s so damn mean to me…”
“What about anyone in GCWA?”
Chelsea sighs upon hearing the initials of her former company.
“Did you not have a bit of a fit during your productions for their rumble match? Were you not destroying emblems of the old you because you were angry at the fact that your world title run there was as short as it was?”
“That doesn’t indicate violent behavior though… just… that I get so damn mad so easily…”
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t want to take a chair and blast it over the head of some of GCWA’s good ol’ boys club.”
“It would’ve been nice to be honest…” Chelsea says bitterly… before catching herself and widening her eyes in surprise at how she just said that without hesitation. Her psychologist quickly catches on.
“Everyone’s got it in them to be violent in some form. Violence after all is human nature. I know you’d be lying to me if you told me that last October, after all the nasty things Lissie Hope said about you going into your GCWA World title defense against her, that you would’ve loved to have disfigured her.”
“I went into that title defense angry… yes…” Chelsea admits, seeming remorseful for that. “I was bitter about the experience for months because I felt like I was a flash in the pan champion, a total fluke, everything that the stupid bitch even said I was even though everything she said about me was completely untrue. It cost me at the end of the day. I didn’t go there wanting to retain the title, I went in there knowing that if I had a chance to blast her upside the head with something, that’s exactly what I was going to do. It shocks me because… I guess… when someone really pushes me… that’s when I have those urges and those angry feelings and those temptations to want to just… hurt someone. I know that’s the wrong way to think, but I can’t help myself really.”
“Do you think this tendency stems from your father and some of the things he used to do to punish you during your teenage years? Because oftentimes, that’s where violent tendencies come from…”
Bringing up a part of her like that the Sin World Champion would rather not relive again causes Chelsea to cringe a little bit.
“I would rather not talk about that part of my life right now. I’m a good person. Deep in my heart, I know that I am. I do have my moments where I’m weaker and I want to snap on someone, but everyone’s got their flaws and anger just might be one of mine. Still, I’ve overcome that and I’ve overcome the flaws that I’ve had over and over again to get to where I am in this business. I guess I can look at it that way, you know?”
“You’re right, that’s one way to look at it.”
“I just hope that with this title defense, I can control myself because I know that being in something that is completely out of my element is going to frustrate the hell out of me.”
“You just have to remember what you just said, Chelsea…” her psychologist reminds her. “You have come a long way. And the way I see it personally? The more successful you become, the more secure you are going to be and the less likely you are going to have to worry about uncontrollable anger. You’re a champion no matter what and you’ve become far too strong to let anyone else tell you otherwise.”
Chelsea nods with understanding.
“You’re so right. I shouldn’t pressure myself with this title defense. Just because it’s something out of my element doesn’t mean it’s something I should stress over and be worried about. Thank you. I think I’m a little bit less nervous about what’s coming up now…”
Chelsea exits the office having completed her session for the day. She reflects on her rock bottom moment at the bar a couple of years ago and then analyzes the conversation that just took place.
“I’ve been through a hell of a lot of pain, a hell of a lot of suffering, a hell of a lot of self-destruction… but I’ve always found a way to pull through… and while I don’t know all of the pieces to the puzzle yet, I know that when I step into that barbed wire deathmatch, I’m going to find a way to do it again!”
Chelsea walks away knowing she’s got so much to reflect on.
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The production cuts to the Sin World Champion in a padded room setting. Chelsea looks a little bit uncomfortable going into the subject matter that she’s going to go into, but nonetheless she remains strong as she begins to speak her mind.
“A barbed wire deathmatch against someone like you, Aphrodite IX. One would say that I’d be at a disadvantage considering I am far more known for being a technical wrestler. But that’s the furthest from the truth. If there’s one word that I can use to describe a match like this, it’s pain. To win a match like this, you have to know how to endure pain. You may know how to do that, but you want to walk in thinking that I don’t? I can… and I have: physically of course because that’s what our business is about but where the advantage comes with me is the fact that the pain that I’ve endured over my life and my career has been emotional and psychological. A weaker person? Well… they end up in a place like this, Aphrodite. Had I not changed my ways and had I continued to be a victim of my own pain, I would’ve ended up in a psych ward eventually. That’s the path I was on. When I was at rock bottom, I got into a bar fight that could’ve killed the other person. But enduring that pain, Aphrodite… that’s what made me the champion that I am today.
In this business? Yeah, I had an incredibly abusive mentor who would always talk down to me and tell me that I’d amount to nothing. She’d completely torture me. She’d always grab my throat and press me against the wall, spit in my face and tell me how useless I am, thens he’d throw me down on the ground, kick me around the floor and laugh at me while I was bawling and suffering. I had an embarrassing experience a few years back in OCW where I got pinned by an octogenarian and suddenly, the whole wrestling world was laughing at me. I had to deal with the painful heartbreak of winning my first world title in GCWA only to lose it in my first defense to someone who felt the need to talk down to me and call me a drug addict, a whore, among other childish names. A weaker wrestler would’ve given up on this business long before now if they went through what I did.
But I’m not just any other wrestler. I’m not that dipshit world champion over on Legacy who never learns his lesson.
Personally? That’s where the emotional and psychological pain really hits. My mother at one point admitted that she was ashamed that I was her daughter. We’ve mended fences and have one hell of a relationship now, but yeah, that cut me. She’s still a saint compared to my father though. The son of a bitch sure loved pulling my hair, throwing me across the room and even clawing his fingernails into my face on a couple of occasions just because he never, ever saw any value in me. I’ve had ‘hit it and quit it’ boyfriends who would gossip about me, trying to paint me as the biggest whore on the block.
A weaker person would’ve crumbled to the point where they abused the hardest drugs available and ended up psychologically incapacitated. But I’m not just any person. I’m the strongest bitch on the roster.
So to me, Aphrodite?
The type of match that we’re going to fight, even though it’s far more in your element than it is in mine, is child’s play compared to some of the shit that I’ve endured because I have SURVIVED the shit that hurts WORSE than ANY piece of barbwire ever could. Are you surprised yet, Aphrodite? Yeah, you see me and what you’ve seen is the pretty girl that has done big things, and with her heart and with her passion has done some amazing things in the last year, but the truth of the matter is that there’s more to me than just this pretty face. There’s more to me than being one of the best wrestlers in the world.
Yeah, maybe it’s looked easy because I’ve run roughshod through the competition ever since I’ve been here, but trust me, it has NEVER BEEN EASY!
All the pain and all the suffering that I’ve dealt with coming up in this business that I often keep close to the vest… yeah, I know I almost never show it but that’s because I’m not Damien. I don’t dwell in the misery, I OWN the misery. I don’t allow myself to become consumed in that pain, I OWN the pain. Since I've turned my career around, I’ve done nothing but turn that pain into motivation to make myself better as a person and a wrestler every single day, every single match. The pain that you’re going to put me through is going to tickle compared to what I’ve already been through so you may want to think about that before you walk into what you THINK is your match and assume that just because I don’t have experience in these types of matches that I don’t stand a chance.
That’s not even going into the smaller pain that I’ve been through that I’ve also turned into motivation:
GCWA and all the shit that I went through there, being motivated to show exactly what they missed out on.
My last world title run being a one and done title reign, losing it on the first defense to someone that I couldn’t stand at that time and dealing with the heartbreak and the shattered pride that I dealt with after it happened.
The fact that one of my best friends hates me and acts like she’s better than me when it comes to this business, trashing me at every turn and acting like we weren’t friends for nearly 20 years… I’ve turned that into fuel as I’ve proven that I’ve been just as good as she is.
And hell, in general, it’s been painful to have won so many titles in the last year, but only having ONE successful defense throughout all of it.
That’s going to change when I defeat you, Aphrodite, because tomorrow night’s match? The winner of the match isn’t the one that inflicts the most pain on the other, the winner of the match is the one that endures the most pain as a whole and in THAT aspect of it, I’ve got you beat in spades! I’ve overcome so much pain, so much suffering, so much torment, just to even become CREDIBLE as a wrestler, let alone being the champion that I’ve become over the last year. From all of that alone, Aphrodite, that’s where I gather my motivation and strength to be what I am today and you’re going to see that front and center when despite the odds that appear to be against me, I find a way to endure the pain that this match is going to bring me because the more you put me through, the stronger I get and that, Aphrodite, is going to be what leads to your downfall.
You’re in for a BUNCH of surprises tomorrow night, Aphrodite. You’re going to really realize that it’s DIFFICULT to take me down. You’re going to be surprised by how much pain I can inflict on someone when I am pushed to a certain point. But ultimately? The biggest surprise you’re going to experience?
It’s when you wake up the next morning and you realize that the Sin World Championship isn’t next to you…
Chelsea leaves the padded room, determined and motivated as usual knowing that the scars she’s had to deal with throughout her life and career will be the determining factor in what she’s confident will be a successful title defense.
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Fall 2019
“I’m sooooo wasted….”
Chelsea LeClair lets out a drunken laugh as she goes through yet another beer bottle. She finds herself in a bar in Key West, Florida. She finds herself talking to the bartender himself, who doesn't seem to be impressed with her at all.
“Don’t you have… you know… a life? You come in here and get drunk every night?”
“Man… I got no life. I just got fired from OCW and… you know… nobody wants to hire me because I suck SO MUCH! I can’t win a wrestling match to save my life anymore. I’m useless in wrestling. Useless. It’s only a matter of time before I start falling back on the harder drugs maaaaaan….”
“Unbelievable…” the bartender says, as he shakes his head and walks away.
“Rock bottom…. Rooooock booootttttooooomm…..” the drunken Chelsea sings without any shame. At this point in her life, she’s given up on herself. She has no place of employment to speak of. She’s coming off of a humiliating experience in OCW. Chelsea’s eyes are already near-bloodshot though whether or not this is from too much alcohol or from crying herself to sleep every night is unclear. A woman with a beer approaches her and she laughs at her.
“Oh my god! You’re that Chelsea chick, right?” she says with a laugh. “You’re that wrestler wannabe that sucks so bad that even octogenarians pin her.”
“Fuck you…” Chelsea says. “I’ll fight you…”
“Fight me? Girl…” the woman says with a scoff. “You’re such a waste of life that your mother should’ve abandoned you at the steps of your local church!”
“I’LL FIGHT YOU BITCH” Chelsea screams as she throws the bottle right at the woman’s head. The woman ducked in the nick of time but Chelsea ran up to her and tackled her right into the floor causing a huge catfight between them.
“You crazy WHORE!” the other woman states as hair pulling, cat fighting and heel flying ensues. Chelsea pins the other woman on the table and rips her top off before grabbing a pitcher of someone else’s beer and dumping it all over her.
“FUCK YOURSELF!” Chelsea screams at her while the whole bar watches. The woman stands up and fights back, pulling on Chelsea’s hair, clawing at her face and even trying to rip her top off as revenge, but Chelsea puts a sleeper hold on her, drags her over to the bar and bangs her head on it. She grabs another pitcher of beer and smashes it over the back of the head of the other woman causing the whole bar to go into a state of shock. The woman falls limp onto the floor, unconscious and Chelsea continues to kick her while she’s down before some security guards come in and arrest her.
“YOU DESERVED IT YOU BITCH!” Chelsea screams at the unconscious woman as she gets dragged out of the bar, eventually ending up in jail on this particular night.
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In the present day, Chelsea watches the security camera footage from that particular rock bottom and she really expresses some remorse on her face. She happens to find herself in a therapy session with her psychologist. She’s been seeing her periodically ever since as part of the rehabilitation program she agreed to be part of for a couple of years.
“You’re five months away from completing this program…” the therapist reminds her. “...how does it feel to relive that?”
Chelsea bits her lower lip, understandably nervous and ashamed.
“Not good…” the Sin World Champion admits with a sigh. “I’m so ashamed that I ever behaved like that. I’m never that violent. I don’t think I have it in me. And you know, it makes me a little bit scared because my first title defense is going to be in something that’s… you know… violent. It’s completely out of my comfort zone.”
“I think that what we just saw says differently…” her psychologist points out. “Of course, this doesn’t mean that I condone any sort of violence of that nature. Didn’t you damn near cripple someone in a match in GCW a few years back before you left the company?
“Look doc, seeing that… the bar fight...yeah, it reminds me of a time when I was at rock bottom and it really teaches me how far I’ve come in all of this. And yes… you’re right. Morgan Clark. Yeah, she had it coming because all she did was pick on me. For some reason, I seem to have… or at the very least… had… a trigger within me whenever someone seems to run me down and want to pick on me or something. Morgan in GCW taunted me for an eternity and she got bloodied the hell up… and that girl at the bar… yeah…. That was not a good thing that I did. STILL, the fact that I’ve shown restraint since then, that means something right?”
“Sure, restraint is a good thing. But you’re telling me that you haven’t been tempted since you got clean and sober? You’re telling me that there hasn’t been anyone since you took this business by storm that you would’ve loved to have torn apart?”
“Not off the top of my head…” Chelsea initially states.
“Not your former friend in Andrea Hernandez?”
“I could never hurt her…” Chelsea says with a sigh. “...even though she’s so damn mean to me…”
“What about anyone in GCWA?”
Chelsea sighs upon hearing the initials of her former company.
“Did you not have a bit of a fit during your productions for their rumble match? Were you not destroying emblems of the old you because you were angry at the fact that your world title run there was as short as it was?”
“That doesn’t indicate violent behavior though… just… that I get so damn mad so easily…”
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t want to take a chair and blast it over the head of some of GCWA’s good ol’ boys club.”
“It would’ve been nice to be honest…” Chelsea says bitterly… before catching herself and widening her eyes in surprise at how she just said that without hesitation. Her psychologist quickly catches on.
“Everyone’s got it in them to be violent in some form. Violence after all is human nature. I know you’d be lying to me if you told me that last October, after all the nasty things Lissie Hope said about you going into your GCWA World title defense against her, that you would’ve loved to have disfigured her.”
“I went into that title defense angry… yes…” Chelsea admits, seeming remorseful for that. “I was bitter about the experience for months because I felt like I was a flash in the pan champion, a total fluke, everything that the stupid bitch even said I was even though everything she said about me was completely untrue. It cost me at the end of the day. I didn’t go there wanting to retain the title, I went in there knowing that if I had a chance to blast her upside the head with something, that’s exactly what I was going to do. It shocks me because… I guess… when someone really pushes me… that’s when I have those urges and those angry feelings and those temptations to want to just… hurt someone. I know that’s the wrong way to think, but I can’t help myself really.”
“Do you think this tendency stems from your father and some of the things he used to do to punish you during your teenage years? Because oftentimes, that’s where violent tendencies come from…”
Bringing up a part of her like that the Sin World Champion would rather not relive again causes Chelsea to cringe a little bit.
“I would rather not talk about that part of my life right now. I’m a good person. Deep in my heart, I know that I am. I do have my moments where I’m weaker and I want to snap on someone, but everyone’s got their flaws and anger just might be one of mine. Still, I’ve overcome that and I’ve overcome the flaws that I’ve had over and over again to get to where I am in this business. I guess I can look at it that way, you know?”
“You’re right, that’s one way to look at it.”
“I just hope that with this title defense, I can control myself because I know that being in something that is completely out of my element is going to frustrate the hell out of me.”
“You just have to remember what you just said, Chelsea…” her psychologist reminds her. “You have come a long way. And the way I see it personally? The more successful you become, the more secure you are going to be and the less likely you are going to have to worry about uncontrollable anger. You’re a champion no matter what and you’ve become far too strong to let anyone else tell you otherwise.”
Chelsea nods with understanding.
“You’re so right. I shouldn’t pressure myself with this title defense. Just because it’s something out of my element doesn’t mean it’s something I should stress over and be worried about. Thank you. I think I’m a little bit less nervous about what’s coming up now…”
Chelsea exits the office having completed her session for the day. She reflects on her rock bottom moment at the bar a couple of years ago and then analyzes the conversation that just took place.
“I’ve been through a hell of a lot of pain, a hell of a lot of suffering, a hell of a lot of self-destruction… but I’ve always found a way to pull through… and while I don’t know all of the pieces to the puzzle yet, I know that when I step into that barbed wire deathmatch, I’m going to find a way to do it again!”
Chelsea walks away knowing she’s got so much to reflect on.
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The production cuts to the Sin World Champion in a padded room setting. Chelsea looks a little bit uncomfortable going into the subject matter that she’s going to go into, but nonetheless she remains strong as she begins to speak her mind.
“A barbed wire deathmatch against someone like you, Aphrodite IX. One would say that I’d be at a disadvantage considering I am far more known for being a technical wrestler. But that’s the furthest from the truth. If there’s one word that I can use to describe a match like this, it’s pain. To win a match like this, you have to know how to endure pain. You may know how to do that, but you want to walk in thinking that I don’t? I can… and I have: physically of course because that’s what our business is about but where the advantage comes with me is the fact that the pain that I’ve endured over my life and my career has been emotional and psychological. A weaker person? Well… they end up in a place like this, Aphrodite. Had I not changed my ways and had I continued to be a victim of my own pain, I would’ve ended up in a psych ward eventually. That’s the path I was on. When I was at rock bottom, I got into a bar fight that could’ve killed the other person. But enduring that pain, Aphrodite… that’s what made me the champion that I am today.
In this business? Yeah, I had an incredibly abusive mentor who would always talk down to me and tell me that I’d amount to nothing. She’d completely torture me. She’d always grab my throat and press me against the wall, spit in my face and tell me how useless I am, thens he’d throw me down on the ground, kick me around the floor and laugh at me while I was bawling and suffering. I had an embarrassing experience a few years back in OCW where I got pinned by an octogenarian and suddenly, the whole wrestling world was laughing at me. I had to deal with the painful heartbreak of winning my first world title in GCWA only to lose it in my first defense to someone who felt the need to talk down to me and call me a drug addict, a whore, among other childish names. A weaker wrestler would’ve given up on this business long before now if they went through what I did.
But I’m not just any other wrestler. I’m not that dipshit world champion over on Legacy who never learns his lesson.
Personally? That’s where the emotional and psychological pain really hits. My mother at one point admitted that she was ashamed that I was her daughter. We’ve mended fences and have one hell of a relationship now, but yeah, that cut me. She’s still a saint compared to my father though. The son of a bitch sure loved pulling my hair, throwing me across the room and even clawing his fingernails into my face on a couple of occasions just because he never, ever saw any value in me. I’ve had ‘hit it and quit it’ boyfriends who would gossip about me, trying to paint me as the biggest whore on the block.
A weaker person would’ve crumbled to the point where they abused the hardest drugs available and ended up psychologically incapacitated. But I’m not just any person. I’m the strongest bitch on the roster.
So to me, Aphrodite?
The type of match that we’re going to fight, even though it’s far more in your element than it is in mine, is child’s play compared to some of the shit that I’ve endured because I have SURVIVED the shit that hurts WORSE than ANY piece of barbwire ever could. Are you surprised yet, Aphrodite? Yeah, you see me and what you’ve seen is the pretty girl that has done big things, and with her heart and with her passion has done some amazing things in the last year, but the truth of the matter is that there’s more to me than just this pretty face. There’s more to me than being one of the best wrestlers in the world.
Yeah, maybe it’s looked easy because I’ve run roughshod through the competition ever since I’ve been here, but trust me, it has NEVER BEEN EASY!
All the pain and all the suffering that I’ve dealt with coming up in this business that I often keep close to the vest… yeah, I know I almost never show it but that’s because I’m not Damien. I don’t dwell in the misery, I OWN the misery. I don’t allow myself to become consumed in that pain, I OWN the pain. Since I've turned my career around, I’ve done nothing but turn that pain into motivation to make myself better as a person and a wrestler every single day, every single match. The pain that you’re going to put me through is going to tickle compared to what I’ve already been through so you may want to think about that before you walk into what you THINK is your match and assume that just because I don’t have experience in these types of matches that I don’t stand a chance.
That’s not even going into the smaller pain that I’ve been through that I’ve also turned into motivation:
GCWA and all the shit that I went through there, being motivated to show exactly what they missed out on.
My last world title run being a one and done title reign, losing it on the first defense to someone that I couldn’t stand at that time and dealing with the heartbreak and the shattered pride that I dealt with after it happened.
The fact that one of my best friends hates me and acts like she’s better than me when it comes to this business, trashing me at every turn and acting like we weren’t friends for nearly 20 years… I’ve turned that into fuel as I’ve proven that I’ve been just as good as she is.
And hell, in general, it’s been painful to have won so many titles in the last year, but only having ONE successful defense throughout all of it.
That’s going to change when I defeat you, Aphrodite, because tomorrow night’s match? The winner of the match isn’t the one that inflicts the most pain on the other, the winner of the match is the one that endures the most pain as a whole and in THAT aspect of it, I’ve got you beat in spades! I’ve overcome so much pain, so much suffering, so much torment, just to even become CREDIBLE as a wrestler, let alone being the champion that I’ve become over the last year. From all of that alone, Aphrodite, that’s where I gather my motivation and strength to be what I am today and you’re going to see that front and center when despite the odds that appear to be against me, I find a way to endure the pain that this match is going to bring me because the more you put me through, the stronger I get and that, Aphrodite, is going to be what leads to your downfall.
You’re in for a BUNCH of surprises tomorrow night, Aphrodite. You’re going to really realize that it’s DIFFICULT to take me down. You’re going to be surprised by how much pain I can inflict on someone when I am pushed to a certain point. But ultimately? The biggest surprise you’re going to experience?
It’s when you wake up the next morning and you realize that the Sin World Championship isn’t next to you…
Chelsea leaves the padded room, determined and motivated as usual knowing that the scars she’s had to deal with throughout her life and career will be the determining factor in what she’s confident will be a successful title defense.
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