[Chelsea]

 Rant

I remember when Emilio would tell me about his childhood. I was always fascinated since he had come from such humble beginnings where I was a reluctant princess. Something in particular came to mind this week after all this nonsense on twitter regarding my ‘Partner’ for the BFTP tournament.

Emilio used to talk about how his mother and grandmother barely made ends meet so any toys he had were either second hand or from a discount store. One conversation we had was in regards to knock-off action figures. He laughed and talked about how he never had a superman, he had ‘Super Guy’ dressed in a similar outfit.

I laugh now because it reminds me of Xander Bishop. I know most people will produce promos supporting their partners and trying desperately to find some redeeming qualities but now I just don't give a shit.

Since our partners were announced I have been very un-Chelsea-like in trying hard to not say anything bad about my partner. Trying hard to find positives but honestly what little respect I had for him has basically melted away and blurred much like his bumbling attempts to type and speak. I suppose he thinks his slang talk is somehow cool or edgy but all it does is cement the stereotype that African Americans are uneducated hooligans.

And before you accuse me of racism, just remember I am Mexican. I know for a fact that this stereotype was created based on a few not the many but honestly in a country that offers free public education there is no reason to speak like that. But that is minor in comparison to his other ‘sins’.

And no, this isn't me crying over him attacking my boyfriend publically. His arguments only cemented his ignorance. I am the type of person that will defend those I care about. This doesn't make Coby a bitch, it makes him well loved. Besides, it's highly ironic that he says this while tagging his stable mate for back-up. But instead of saving his ass, he made them look like asses by calling me a derogatory term.

Bravo. Way to prove stereotypes wrong there boys.

Let's now touch on the fact that he entered a tournament that if won offers a title contract yet claims that he doesn't care about winning or titles. Sounds like something someone who consistently falls short would say. I understand, I have been disappointed in my losses too when I feel I should have been good enough to pin their asses. But I stay focused on my goal. I don't need to band together with other losers on the roster and cry about unfair advantages or bias. Maybe if you assholes pulled up your socks a little you would get opportunities too. As of right now, why would Christian and Mark give any of you opportunities when A) You consistently fall flat and You keep tarnishing SCW’s legacy with your stupid antics. I don't understand how you guys don't get this. The whole premise of the wrestling industry is winning, getting titles. Being better than your competition. I don't want to consistently attack and get butthurt at the owners for something I did.

When I called them out weeks ago for using me to go against the feeble SCW alum that was a legitimate observation and what happened? They took notice and I didn't have to look like a bitch about it. I backed up my shit. And I get to have a title shot.

Xander Bishop is not the villain that SCW needs because SCW needs a villain about as much as it needs another idiot bombshell to join the Mean Girls. I can't believe I’m saying this but At least the Mean Girls have former title holders in their harem. All you guys really have is your mid-card status. And if you continue to act like toddlers ready for nap-time you're going to find yourselves dropped down to show openers.

You accused me of comparing dick sizes... well sweetie if that were true mine would be twice as long and lack that flaccid quality yours always seems to have when you try to follow through on a legitimate argument. Plus if you include my big brass lady balls I would say you don't have a ‘leg’ to stand on.

Wrestling is a competitive entertainment sports event. The Emphasis on Competitive. So yes, I am here to win matches. Why the hell are you here?

Xander Bishop is to SCW as what a knock off Villain toy is to kids. Sure it was cool at first if you really use your imagination, but after a while everyone realizes that you can’t replace the real thing.

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***FLASHBACK***
*OFF CAMERA*
~2001~

A six year old Chelsea-Grace Maria  Winslow-Pina is sitting in a wooden chair facing the corner. She has her arms crossed over her small chest, her perfect bow lips pouting. All while wearing a yellow dress covered in lace & bows. On top of her head of dark curls is a tiara. Ornate and probably way too expensive for a girl of six to have but nevertheless there it is.

She kicks her feet, hitting the wall and leaving black streaks from her patent leather shoes. She looks over her shoulder.

“I hate you! You're not my mom! You can't make me sit here!”

A tear rolls down each of the little girl's cheeks. From out of sight, a woman's voice replies, “Chels, I am not letting you out of that corner until you apologize.”

Chelsea lets out a frustrated growl and kicks the wall again.

“I hate it here. Where's my Daddy?” her voice has changed from anger to sadness. That's when the owner of the disembodied voice appears. She's pretty, shorter red hair on a heart shaped face. She smiles, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I know that you still don't know me very well yet Chelsea and I know I’m not your mom. I would never try to take her place but I do hope we can become friends. You know Daddy is working really hard tonight.”

Chelsea’s lip quivers and she wraps her arms around the woman and starts crying. She rubs her back, soothing the little girl.

“I’m sorry Gina.”

Gina shakes her head, hugging the little girl.

“I know it doesn't seem fair that Mateo gets to go with your grandfather and EJ gets to go to your Dad’s show. It's hard being a girl sometimes but believe me Chelly. Being a girl is the best. You’ll see it one day. And I’ll be proud to be there to see it.”

Chelsea pulls back, her eyes big and watery.

“You promise?”

Gina smiles. “Cross my heart. I am going to be there for everything. Best friends right?”

Gina brushes hair out of her face and kisses her forehead. Chelsea nods, a smile now brightening up her entire face.

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***PRESENT DAY***
*ON CAMERA*

Chelsea looks at a picture frame in her hands. She sighs, running a finger down the glass.

“She lied... my first step-mother. Gina. She told me she would be there for me. She would be there to see all my milestones into womanhood. An aneurysm claimed her life. It stole her away from our family. It's been two years and I still cry.”

She sets the frame down on a table and the camera pans out to show the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Coby.

“We talked about how when I won my first title, she was going to climb into the ring and celebrate with me. She always was my biggest supporter, even more than my dad and in so many ways I have her to thank for how I turned out. She taught me things about the real world that my socialite mother refused to come to grips with. She taught me that women could be just as intimidating as men when it came to competitive ventures. She is the real reason I keep getting back up everytime I fall. She is the reason I continue to speak my mind. She was instrumental in making me who I am today.”

She gives a half smile, looking up to directly face the camera. There is a look in her eye, some might say it is determination. Others would call it fierceness.

“This match marks two things for me. My first intergender tag match and my first title match. I know the rules are very specific in the fact that I have to be the one to win it for my team in order to get that title off of your shoulder Jesse. I know exactly what it takes to win. I wasn’t lying when I said that I have respect for you and everything you have accomplished in SCW. But as you said... that’s where it ends. Because you jumped right into playing the rookie card. Did you forget that I have been involved with the wrestling business since I was five years old... only because that’s as far back as I remember but technically, it has been in my blood since conception. That already gives me a leg up over anyone. I was trained by a ring veteran who has far more accolades than you do.”

She moves toward the couch, taking a seat and in a very lady-like manner crosses one leg over her knee, giving the viewers a very nice view of her legs.

“On top of that... look at what I have done in this company since I arrived. I beat Twisted Sister.. The so called baddest, craziest chick in SCW. I beat Amy-Jayne with her wanna-be-Veronica attitude. I even beat Mercedes and Sam Marlowe. So although I narrowly lost to Crystal and to Rayin... neither of them have anything to show for it. I called out the owners for using me as some enforcer and told them they needed to prove to me what they have been saying when promoting my matches and that was that I was worthy of a shot. I earned this Jesse so don’t you get all high and mighty and say that I don’t want it enough.”

She slowly shakes her head, almost looking bored and disappointed.

“But...You really wanna know how bad I want that title? You really need to pay more attention to who you’re facing instead of spouting off some generic promo that everyone does. You sounded cocky and arrogant. You are already counting the match won based solely on your experience. I am not the same run of the mill bombshell that enters this company only to leave with her tail between her legs. I am the future here. And even if I have to take care of Xander myself to ensure a victory over you, I will. Don’t think that because we both have a dislike of certain prehistoric disaster of a group that we are somehow buddies. I am not Sam or Vixen. I don’t make friends with the ladies of the roster and go out to party. I make allies and I watch. Everyone is a potential opponent.”

She looks down at her nails for a second.

“I have had my sight focused on one thing since I got here and sweetie I am far from impatient. I didn’t come in here demanding shots on my first day. I have been here since November. Waiting for my opportunity. Thirsty to prove I had what it takes. I have done everything to show that I am worthy of that gold babble you just sanctimoniously shoved in a backpack while watching some whales. Who does that? It’s not some worn out favorite paperback book. Fact is, you lack respect for what the title represents. I intend to change that and in so doing, I am going change the look of what a real bombshell should be. You can either be on board with that, or you can get the fuck out of my way. I didn’t need help getting this opportunity and I certainly won’t need help getting it off of you. Just like I won’t need help getting to the top of the mountain and kicking off anyone unworthy.”

She smiles, it’s slow and methodical, almost as though you can see the wheels turning but don’t know what she has planned. It is unnerving to anyone on the outside.

“And Let’s not forget about Nicholas L Blair... not to forget the L... right?”

She smirks.

“Look... I don’t know who the fuck you are. Outside of SCW your name has NEVER come up in the circles my dad ran with and believe me, he ran with quite a few of them. The fact that you just brush me off without a thought just goes to prove that you and Jesse belong in the same outdated stereotypical box of sad assholes that keep coming out looking for glory at my expense. You latch onto one twitter comment like it was the end all be all of who I am not taking into consideration everything that was said in that conversation. Or the fact that I was justified in defending myself and my boyfriend in a twitter fight so please... if you are going to talk about something at least do your research on the whole thing rather than just pick out something that seems to suit your purpose and as I stated already... you see why Jesse is anything but ‘equipped’ to take care of me. And besides, you can’t exactly do anything to Xander unless I tag him in Amigo. Can you?”

She gives a chortle of a laugh.

“This whole thing amuses me to such great lengths I haven’t even had time to get pissed off about anything. The fact that the two of you are soooooo bloody smug about your win. That will be your undoing. That’s what will make you see your dreams of gold die a slow agonizing death. And honestly... the devil act has been done so many times that it’s passe. You aren’t doing anything new or revolutionary. Not even your fans are supporting it, it seems. I am far from intimidated by you, by Jesse or anyone in SCW. I look out for me first, above anyone else and even if I have to do all the work myself in this match by keeping Xander on the apron, so help me I will.”

She sighs, like the thought has her content.

“It’s like my step-Mother taught me. Men automatically underestimate women. But being a girl is the best and this girl aims to be the best,”

She leans forward into the camera.

“One title at a time.”

She then blows the camera a kiss before it fades to black.

***
~Present Day~
***OFF CAMERA***

Chelsea is lying in bed, staring at the man she shared it with as he slept. His mouth is open a little, a little line of drool starting to fall down his chin. His eyelids flutter every once and awhile indicating that he was in a deep sleep, in fact when she had moved his hand from her thigh, he had been dead weight. He had been working so hard, with DARC, his return to KCW and the gym. She really wasn’t surprised at how tired he was. In fact this had been the first time all week that they had laid down together in the same bed. But she knew he was going to be there for her to see her hold up the roulette title in victory. And then she would reluctantly go to KCW to support him in his match, even if she felt unsafe in the compound again.  

Regardless of that though, she looked at him even with spittle on his chin and the slight snore he gave off and felt nothing but complete adoration for him. She had never in her life felt the kind of love she had for him and felt that same thing radiating back from him in return. It was the thing that she had been searching for since her shame of a wedding failed to take place.

Sure she had the love of her father... her brothers... and to a small extent the Winslow part of her family but nothing was quite like the love of this man. Not that it defined her in any way, it only added to her. Made her stronger. And considering that she was already fucking tough it made her unstoppable.

She sighs and then runs a hand along his cheek. He nuzzles into it, a little smile forming over his lips before his mouth opens again and he drifts back into dreamland.

Sam had done so much in his short career and sometimes it made her feel intimidated, like she was falling short because if he could do all that with just as much experience why couldn’t she? She had lost the chance to go after the Internet title to a woman that was more dead than alive and then when she had a chance to redeem herself as a legend killer, she made a stupid mistake against Crystal Millar.

There was going to be no more stupid mistakes this time. The stakes were too high. She had put everything she had on the table and there was no going back. IF she lost this match, she will have lost her shirt and have to start from the beginning again. She wasn’t willing to face that failure. She was determined to be what she said she was and that was the future of the bombshells. To set an example that they were not just the Mean Girls and some other chicks on the roster. She wasn’t like anything or anyone that had come and gone through the roster before. Intimidated by the Mean Girls dirty tactics.

And even if she did lose, she wasn’t going to bail like so many others had before her. She would get up and keep going and she wasn’t ever going to stop getting up no matter how many times she gets knocked down. That’s what made her better than Jesse or anyone else. They all wanted to know if she wanted it enough and honestly, she owned nothing to any of them. None of them were her friends. None of them deserved her respect even if she did give Jesse some credit for being with SCW for so long and for her decorated career. The problem was that SCW had the same few names recycled on the title history’s. No one new was standing up and making a stand. That’s also what made her different. She was determined to do what no other was willing to do. She was a newbie and she was going to fight tooth and nail to be the veteran they all claimed to be. She was going to anchor the ship so more new bombshells were not intimidated to board this boat and be the next generation for SCW. To show that it wasn’t just the Mean Girl show.

She had grown up feeling like that. Just another group of girls doing the exact same thing that they were. Using their own insecurities to belittle and damage other girls into letting them reign.

She breaks her train of thought to lean in and kiss Sam’s forehead. He smiles again but still doesn’t wake. She slides out of the bed, slipping a shortie silk robe over her bare shoulders and tying the sash. Making her way into the bathroom she looks at her face, void of makeup and false eyelashes. No hairspray. IT was just her. And even in the awful fluorescent lighting of the bathroom she still saw someone worthy of being a champion. She had fought so hard for years to remove the words from her head that so many girls that beaten her with.

Her Mexican heritage had been an albatross in the world her mother had tried to force her into. So many of those girls had been brainwashed thinking that if you weren’t white you were damaged somehow. They pretended to accept her before humiliating her in front of the whole school.

It was one of the reasons she had agreed to the present her mother had given her. A present that was causing the front of her silk robe to gap in the middle. A gift that had gotten a lot of attention over the years. But not one she was ashamed of. She was proud of them, even if they were not given to her by nature. Not to mention, Sam never complained.

She smirks at the thought.

Watching the girls smirk and laugh. Watching them yell out her small bra size and hold it up for all the other girls to see. Seeing them all laugh that at sixteen, she was still an A cup. She had trusted those girls with her secrets. With her fears and they made it seem like they cared and sympathized.

So when her mom presented her with the coupon on her seventeenth birthday she gladly took it and before she graduated high school, she had drastically changed not only her appearance but her attitude. From there on out, she made her goal to never let anyone treat her like garbage.

The Mean Girls needed to be removed. And she would do it, in her own way. She would do it anyway she needed. It was to show other girls, other bombshells that they didn’t need to be intimidated by them because deep down they were just unloved selfish little girls and SCW was for fighters.

They were made for people like her.

She nods her head at herself before picking up her toothbrush and squeezing the green paste onto it.  She looks up and stares into her own eyes for a few seconds before pointing the toothbrush at the mirror.

“You are a warrior Chels. And the future, not just the Roulette champion but the future of SCW. We got this... Xander or no Xander.”

Her reflection nods and Chelsea starts brushing her teeth.

~END~