A Conversation above the clouds....
Jun 28, 2022 14:33:24 GMT -6
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Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 28, 2022 14:33:24 GMT -6
As Chelsea Skye thumbs her phone, tweeting her thoughts on blast for the world to see, a dark haired, lovely stewardess walks up to her seat.
Stewardess: Excuse me, Ms. Skye, but you have been requested by one of our first class passengers to join them in the first class section. Would you come with me please?
Chelsea glances up at the stewardess when she addresses her and sighs, she had been listening to her Spotify playlist through her earphones since the elder couple checked on the 23 year old wrestler and the stewardess had caught her in between metal songs.
Chelsea: I’m pretty sure I didn’t see anyone I knew heading into first class.
Chelsea wonders to herself before the stewardess leads her to first class, Chelsea pockets her phone and portable charger slipping them into the denim jacket’s pockets before she is led into first class. Who does she see sitting in the far back, standing out like a sore thumb amongst wealthy businessmen and women, but The Rebel herself, decked in leather and denim, a black T-shirt emblazoned with the white Motorhead tusked demon skull on the front. She waves Chels over, motioning to the seat in front of her. She didn’t want to shout over the people on the plane.
Chelsea herself certainly stands out as well, decked in a denim jacket over a cropped version of one of her band’s shirts and ripped jeans, the young woman was getting a few looks from the regular passengers, still she lets out a sigh before sitting opposite Mel.
Chelsea: It was a hell of a night, wasn’t it Mel?
Chelsea asks as breathes a deep breath.
Chelsea: I’m guessing you saw my tweets since the flight started, in between all that CuriosityCat Stuff obviously?
Mel smiles, picking up a wine glass beside her on a small end table under the porthole window. There was a second glass right there as well.
Rebel: Who you think asked you how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
There’s a wink and a little chuckle. Chelsea grins a bit before setting her phone and charger down on the little end table beside her.
Chelsea: I bet I look like the sorest loser the EWC’s seen in years with half the tweets I’ve been, well, tweeting, but you know I’m not normally like that from when I worked for you in SRW.
Chelsea sighs before taking a sip from the second wine glass on the end table.
Chelsea: I don’t know, I guess I feel like Alex robbed me last night!
The former champ listens to her colleague and friend talk for a moment and when the moment presents itself, she takes it.
Rebel: A great man once said, we’re all born to lose hon. Can’t win ‘em all but sometimes the cards you get dealt are pretty rough. Here’s something to consider. You just wrestled a championship match in front of a sold out crowd in a country you’ve never been to before. You got to experience new shit in your life that nobody else can say back home.
Mel takes another sip of wine, then shrugs and downs the rest of it, setting the empty glass down on the little table.
Rebel: You went up against two competitors who are at the peak of their gifts and by god did you make it hard as fuck for me and Alex. We were all three beating the fuck outta each other and you’re only thinking about what you lost.
She shakes her head a bit, crossing her legs and clasping her hands in her lap.
Rebel: Chels… come on hon. It was a great showing, the people fucking loved you. I heard a few Death Metal Whore and Nightmare Angel chants in that crowd. People all the way in Belgium know who you are and now know you a bit better. Think about for a second if you never even came, what you’d have missed out on? It’s not the destination, it’s the trip that’s the best part of the whole thing. You feel me?
A good few minutes pass as Chelsea listens to Melinda’s words of encouragement before taking another sip from the drink.
Chelsea: Heh, I’m not usually a wine drinker, I’ve seen Chloe use it in recipes but actually drinking it? I’ve always been more of a beer gal, even before I formed Krawling Khaos.
She glances at the wine glass and sets it down before continuing.
Chelsea: As for the match, I know it was a hell of a fight and I definitely held my own against you and Alex back there, but this is the third time in a row I’ve just come up short, and I remember full well how frustrated I got during my losing streak in PWE.
A deep breath escapes as Chelsea admits before glancing at the plane's ceiling for a good minute, lost in thought.
Chelsea: It’s not the destination, it’s the journey, I must’ve heard that phrase a thousand times since that car crash that ended my gymnastics career, I got past that year in hospital, I got past my parents barring me from Justin’s funeral, hell I even got past my suicide attempt with the help of my older sisters.
After saying that, she reaches for her phone and digs through the photo gallery for a couple of minutes before finding the picture she was looking for, she shows it to Melinda showing Chelsea in an earlier version of her Nightmare Angel gear surrounded by her older sisters at a small wrestling show in Illinois.
Chelsea: This was taken on the day that I got my first mainstream wrestling contract, had no idea that there were scouts in the audience that night and, well, my sisters wanted to see me wrestle, funny how things work out huh?
She asks herself before she sets the phone down, Chelsea takes a moment before asking.
Chelsea: I guess things in EWC will get a lot better? I mean, it’s not like they can get any worse, right?
The Rebel gives a little nod, leaning back a bit in her chair.
Rebel: Straight up? This is the best wrestling company in the world, hands down. You’re going to learn from the best people in the business here. As you watch and interact with the locker room, you’ll pick things up and find ways to refine yourself you never thought of before. This place is damn near the oldest company in professional wrestling for a reason.
She looks out the window, looking upon the clouds passing just beneath the wings outside, the sunlight dancing over ocean waves through periodic breaks in coverage.
Rebel: Hell I thought I knew everything when I came to EWC back in 2017. Turns out they taught me alot I didn’t know. I learned the definition of what the bigger picture really is.
There’s another little chuckle as she looks back to Chelsea.
Rebel: Though I’ll tell you this much, my rookie year? I wasn’t nearly as good as you are right now. I got my ass kicked alot. I started getting good at some point or another and when I got noticed by what was then a major company to me, they hired me and first match in, I lost so hard to a gal who didn’t even last a week. You’re going to learn that it’s better to be dependable and reliable than anything else. Win? Lose? You’re going to get paid and you’re going to live a life better than what you knew before.
Her eyes avert to the two empty wine glasses beside them.
Rebel: …and yeah I ain’t much of a wine drinker. I’m more bourbon and gin, but wine’s all they got on this damn bird.
She smirks and looks back to her colleague. The Nightmare Angel listens to the older woman’s words as she thinks on this. It was true that Chelsea had quickly emerged as a natural in the ring but she still had a lot to learn.
Chelsea: I still remember when I got my first EWC paycheck last month, I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw how much I was making without the bonuses, it basically made my porn gig something I do for fun!
She admits and whilst that last bit causes a few raised eyebrows to turn in her direction from the other First Class Passengers she pays them no mind as Chelsea shifts her weight. Mel notices one gawking too long.
Rebel: Stare any harder son and I’mma’ think you’re in love.
She flips the grayed older man off, who scoffs and looks away.
Rebel: Sorry, continue.
The younger of the two women barely contains her laughter at her former boss’s comment, the businessman quickly shies away from the two women as the woman next to him, presumably his wife, slaps him on the arm.
Chelsea: I think you just made him sleep on the couch tonight, an overly expensive couch but stil!
She adds before flipping some of her hair over her shoulder before letting out a sigh.
Chelsea: As I was saying earlier, I broke that initial losing streak in PWE, I’ll break my current one in EWC, hopefully way before it hits the six month mark.
Chelsea admits before glancing around, she and Melinda certainly stood out, but she was certainly enjoying the extra leg room among other benefits.
Chelsea: Think they’ll let me upgrade to first class? Starting to like it up here!
Mel gives another little chuckle and nods.
Rebel: Nobody was sitting in that seat. Made me feel bad that my fam had to take a different flight, but that’s the lousy state of airlines. I was propping my feet up there till I heard you were on the plane and I decided to have this pow-wow. They let us get away with murder up in here and if I want someone to sit with me for the flight in a seat nobody got? Shoot, it can be done. Consider it a discounted first class seat. Though don’t forget whatever you shoved in your overhead back there.
She thinks for a minute trying to remember what she had put in her overhead compartment prior to sitting down.
Chelsea: Wrestling gear’s with my luggage, same goes with my sex toys, I think the only thing I left back there is my laptop.
Mel waves over to a Stewardess, the one who brought Chelsea to first class in the first place.
Rebel: Hey Barb, could you get Chels here her Laptop? She left it in her seat.
Barbara The Stewardess: You know she’s in a different section and will have to go back, right Mrs. Rhodes?
Mel chuckles and shrugs.
Rebel: She’s my guest now. Ya’ll don’t like it? Bill me the rest of her fee to be up here. She’s gonna’ need her laptop and this is a long ass flight. I only got so many stories I can tell her before she conks out yo!
The Stewardess nods, pulling out a small phablet from her pocket and tapping a few buttons before leaving the two to fetch Chelsea’s things.
Rebel: There ya’ go. Settled. Now you’re officially in that seat. Gonna’ suck not having my foot prop, but oh well, I’ll just use the recliner option.
And with a latch pull, Mel’s seat folds back and her legs are lifted off the floor.
Chelsea: That’s not a bad idea actually.
She comments before she finds the latch on her seat and uses it to hold her chair back and put her feet up.
Chelsea: I’m probably going to have to put my feet down when I get my laptop but it is a long flight, can’t wait to see my puppy again, it’s been a long few weeks.
Chelsea pauses before quickly adding.
Chelsea: And my girlfriend of course! Sarah’s been so good to me since we got together, even if she teases me about being the bottom of our relationship.
Out of the corner of her eye, Chelsea spots the same businessman from before nearly spit out his drink.
Chelsea: You know Mel, I don’t think he was expecting to hear such things discussed so casually in first class somehow!
There’s a little snicker and a gleam of mischief in Mel’s eyes as she spies the man fighting to keep his composure a bit.
Rebel: Well hon, wrestlers in first class is never a dull moment. I’m just happy there was someone else on this flight because goddamn, it was going to be boring as fuck, lemme’ tell you!
She goes to say that she’ll drink to that, but Chelsea remembers that the two women had finished their drinks, almost on cue Barbara returns with Chelsea’s laptop case.
Barbara The Stewardess: Sorry for the wait, I had forgotten what seat you had originally.
The stewardess apologizes before handing Chelsea the laptop case, Chelsea checks that it is intact and confirms that it is.
Barbara The Stewardess: Can I get you anything else ladies?
Rebel nods to the woman.
Rebel: Probably a dinner menu and maybe some of that Honey mead wine stuff, that’s not so bad! You, Chels?
The younger woman takes a moment to think of an answer.
Chelsea: I guess I’ll have the same as Mel, I’m not usually a wine drinker.
Barbara The Stewardess: Off course, and I hope you enjoy your flight.
Barbara goes off to get their drinks and Chelsea puts her laptop down in front of her.
Chelsea: I’ll get it set up after I’ve had something to eat, I’m starving and I can’t really look up funny comics panels on an empty stomach!
After a few minutes Barbara returns with their drinks, Chelsea looks at her drink for a minute before grinning.
Chelsea: The Nightmare Angel’s had more than a few setbacks over the past month but her wings aren't clipped yet, no matter what my secondary finisher says! We’ll drink to that, right Mel?
Mel clinks her glass to Chels, then takes a big swig that pretty much empties half of the glass.
Rebel: Damn straight!
And from there the rest of the flight consisted of them defiling the ears of all of the first class passengers with stories of wrestling, backstage shenanigans, horrible funny jokes that would be in bad taste to such civilized pallets, porn adventure mishaps from Chelsea, a few funny childhood memories smattered in for good measure, and the sharing of interests here and there, including guitar techniques and vocal tricks. All in all, a good flight for all!
Stewardess: Excuse me, Ms. Skye, but you have been requested by one of our first class passengers to join them in the first class section. Would you come with me please?
Chelsea glances up at the stewardess when she addresses her and sighs, she had been listening to her Spotify playlist through her earphones since the elder couple checked on the 23 year old wrestler and the stewardess had caught her in between metal songs.
Chelsea: I’m pretty sure I didn’t see anyone I knew heading into first class.
Chelsea wonders to herself before the stewardess leads her to first class, Chelsea pockets her phone and portable charger slipping them into the denim jacket’s pockets before she is led into first class. Who does she see sitting in the far back, standing out like a sore thumb amongst wealthy businessmen and women, but The Rebel herself, decked in leather and denim, a black T-shirt emblazoned with the white Motorhead tusked demon skull on the front. She waves Chels over, motioning to the seat in front of her. She didn’t want to shout over the people on the plane.
Chelsea herself certainly stands out as well, decked in a denim jacket over a cropped version of one of her band’s shirts and ripped jeans, the young woman was getting a few looks from the regular passengers, still she lets out a sigh before sitting opposite Mel.
Chelsea: It was a hell of a night, wasn’t it Mel?
Chelsea asks as breathes a deep breath.
Chelsea: I’m guessing you saw my tweets since the flight started, in between all that CuriosityCat Stuff obviously?
Mel smiles, picking up a wine glass beside her on a small end table under the porthole window. There was a second glass right there as well.
Rebel: Who you think asked you how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
There’s a wink and a little chuckle. Chelsea grins a bit before setting her phone and charger down on the little end table beside her.
Chelsea: I bet I look like the sorest loser the EWC’s seen in years with half the tweets I’ve been, well, tweeting, but you know I’m not normally like that from when I worked for you in SRW.
Chelsea sighs before taking a sip from the second wine glass on the end table.
Chelsea: I don’t know, I guess I feel like Alex robbed me last night!
The former champ listens to her colleague and friend talk for a moment and when the moment presents itself, she takes it.
Rebel: A great man once said, we’re all born to lose hon. Can’t win ‘em all but sometimes the cards you get dealt are pretty rough. Here’s something to consider. You just wrestled a championship match in front of a sold out crowd in a country you’ve never been to before. You got to experience new shit in your life that nobody else can say back home.
Mel takes another sip of wine, then shrugs and downs the rest of it, setting the empty glass down on the little table.
Rebel: You went up against two competitors who are at the peak of their gifts and by god did you make it hard as fuck for me and Alex. We were all three beating the fuck outta each other and you’re only thinking about what you lost.
She shakes her head a bit, crossing her legs and clasping her hands in her lap.
Rebel: Chels… come on hon. It was a great showing, the people fucking loved you. I heard a few Death Metal Whore and Nightmare Angel chants in that crowd. People all the way in Belgium know who you are and now know you a bit better. Think about for a second if you never even came, what you’d have missed out on? It’s not the destination, it’s the trip that’s the best part of the whole thing. You feel me?
A good few minutes pass as Chelsea listens to Melinda’s words of encouragement before taking another sip from the drink.
Chelsea: Heh, I’m not usually a wine drinker, I’ve seen Chloe use it in recipes but actually drinking it? I’ve always been more of a beer gal, even before I formed Krawling Khaos.
She glances at the wine glass and sets it down before continuing.
Chelsea: As for the match, I know it was a hell of a fight and I definitely held my own against you and Alex back there, but this is the third time in a row I’ve just come up short, and I remember full well how frustrated I got during my losing streak in PWE.
A deep breath escapes as Chelsea admits before glancing at the plane's ceiling for a good minute, lost in thought.
Chelsea: It’s not the destination, it’s the journey, I must’ve heard that phrase a thousand times since that car crash that ended my gymnastics career, I got past that year in hospital, I got past my parents barring me from Justin’s funeral, hell I even got past my suicide attempt with the help of my older sisters.
After saying that, she reaches for her phone and digs through the photo gallery for a couple of minutes before finding the picture she was looking for, she shows it to Melinda showing Chelsea in an earlier version of her Nightmare Angel gear surrounded by her older sisters at a small wrestling show in Illinois.
Chelsea: This was taken on the day that I got my first mainstream wrestling contract, had no idea that there were scouts in the audience that night and, well, my sisters wanted to see me wrestle, funny how things work out huh?
She asks herself before she sets the phone down, Chelsea takes a moment before asking.
Chelsea: I guess things in EWC will get a lot better? I mean, it’s not like they can get any worse, right?
The Rebel gives a little nod, leaning back a bit in her chair.
Rebel: Straight up? This is the best wrestling company in the world, hands down. You’re going to learn from the best people in the business here. As you watch and interact with the locker room, you’ll pick things up and find ways to refine yourself you never thought of before. This place is damn near the oldest company in professional wrestling for a reason.
She looks out the window, looking upon the clouds passing just beneath the wings outside, the sunlight dancing over ocean waves through periodic breaks in coverage.
Rebel: Hell I thought I knew everything when I came to EWC back in 2017. Turns out they taught me alot I didn’t know. I learned the definition of what the bigger picture really is.
There’s another little chuckle as she looks back to Chelsea.
Rebel: Though I’ll tell you this much, my rookie year? I wasn’t nearly as good as you are right now. I got my ass kicked alot. I started getting good at some point or another and when I got noticed by what was then a major company to me, they hired me and first match in, I lost so hard to a gal who didn’t even last a week. You’re going to learn that it’s better to be dependable and reliable than anything else. Win? Lose? You’re going to get paid and you’re going to live a life better than what you knew before.
Her eyes avert to the two empty wine glasses beside them.
Rebel: …and yeah I ain’t much of a wine drinker. I’m more bourbon and gin, but wine’s all they got on this damn bird.
She smirks and looks back to her colleague. The Nightmare Angel listens to the older woman’s words as she thinks on this. It was true that Chelsea had quickly emerged as a natural in the ring but she still had a lot to learn.
Chelsea: I still remember when I got my first EWC paycheck last month, I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw how much I was making without the bonuses, it basically made my porn gig something I do for fun!
She admits and whilst that last bit causes a few raised eyebrows to turn in her direction from the other First Class Passengers she pays them no mind as Chelsea shifts her weight. Mel notices one gawking too long.
Rebel: Stare any harder son and I’mma’ think you’re in love.
She flips the grayed older man off, who scoffs and looks away.
Rebel: Sorry, continue.
The younger of the two women barely contains her laughter at her former boss’s comment, the businessman quickly shies away from the two women as the woman next to him, presumably his wife, slaps him on the arm.
Chelsea: I think you just made him sleep on the couch tonight, an overly expensive couch but stil!
She adds before flipping some of her hair over her shoulder before letting out a sigh.
Chelsea: As I was saying earlier, I broke that initial losing streak in PWE, I’ll break my current one in EWC, hopefully way before it hits the six month mark.
Chelsea admits before glancing around, she and Melinda certainly stood out, but she was certainly enjoying the extra leg room among other benefits.
Chelsea: Think they’ll let me upgrade to first class? Starting to like it up here!
Mel gives another little chuckle and nods.
Rebel: Nobody was sitting in that seat. Made me feel bad that my fam had to take a different flight, but that’s the lousy state of airlines. I was propping my feet up there till I heard you were on the plane and I decided to have this pow-wow. They let us get away with murder up in here and if I want someone to sit with me for the flight in a seat nobody got? Shoot, it can be done. Consider it a discounted first class seat. Though don’t forget whatever you shoved in your overhead back there.
She thinks for a minute trying to remember what she had put in her overhead compartment prior to sitting down.
Chelsea: Wrestling gear’s with my luggage, same goes with my sex toys, I think the only thing I left back there is my laptop.
Mel waves over to a Stewardess, the one who brought Chelsea to first class in the first place.
Rebel: Hey Barb, could you get Chels here her Laptop? She left it in her seat.
Barbara The Stewardess: You know she’s in a different section and will have to go back, right Mrs. Rhodes?
Mel chuckles and shrugs.
Rebel: She’s my guest now. Ya’ll don’t like it? Bill me the rest of her fee to be up here. She’s gonna’ need her laptop and this is a long ass flight. I only got so many stories I can tell her before she conks out yo!
The Stewardess nods, pulling out a small phablet from her pocket and tapping a few buttons before leaving the two to fetch Chelsea’s things.
Rebel: There ya’ go. Settled. Now you’re officially in that seat. Gonna’ suck not having my foot prop, but oh well, I’ll just use the recliner option.
And with a latch pull, Mel’s seat folds back and her legs are lifted off the floor.
Chelsea: That’s not a bad idea actually.
She comments before she finds the latch on her seat and uses it to hold her chair back and put her feet up.
Chelsea: I’m probably going to have to put my feet down when I get my laptop but it is a long flight, can’t wait to see my puppy again, it’s been a long few weeks.
Chelsea pauses before quickly adding.
Chelsea: And my girlfriend of course! Sarah’s been so good to me since we got together, even if she teases me about being the bottom of our relationship.
Out of the corner of her eye, Chelsea spots the same businessman from before nearly spit out his drink.
Chelsea: You know Mel, I don’t think he was expecting to hear such things discussed so casually in first class somehow!
There’s a little snicker and a gleam of mischief in Mel’s eyes as she spies the man fighting to keep his composure a bit.
Rebel: Well hon, wrestlers in first class is never a dull moment. I’m just happy there was someone else on this flight because goddamn, it was going to be boring as fuck, lemme’ tell you!
She goes to say that she’ll drink to that, but Chelsea remembers that the two women had finished their drinks, almost on cue Barbara returns with Chelsea’s laptop case.
Barbara The Stewardess: Sorry for the wait, I had forgotten what seat you had originally.
The stewardess apologizes before handing Chelsea the laptop case, Chelsea checks that it is intact and confirms that it is.
Barbara The Stewardess: Can I get you anything else ladies?
Rebel nods to the woman.
Rebel: Probably a dinner menu and maybe some of that Honey mead wine stuff, that’s not so bad! You, Chels?
The younger woman takes a moment to think of an answer.
Chelsea: I guess I’ll have the same as Mel, I’m not usually a wine drinker.
Barbara The Stewardess: Off course, and I hope you enjoy your flight.
Barbara goes off to get their drinks and Chelsea puts her laptop down in front of her.
Chelsea: I’ll get it set up after I’ve had something to eat, I’m starving and I can’t really look up funny comics panels on an empty stomach!
After a few minutes Barbara returns with their drinks, Chelsea looks at her drink for a minute before grinning.
Chelsea: The Nightmare Angel’s had more than a few setbacks over the past month but her wings aren't clipped yet, no matter what my secondary finisher says! We’ll drink to that, right Mel?
Mel clinks her glass to Chels, then takes a big swig that pretty much empties half of the glass.
Rebel: Damn straight!
And from there the rest of the flight consisted of them defiling the ears of all of the first class passengers with stories of wrestling, backstage shenanigans, horrible funny jokes that would be in bad taste to such civilized pallets, porn adventure mishaps from Chelsea, a few funny childhood memories smattered in for good measure, and the sharing of interests here and there, including guitar techniques and vocal tricks. All in all, a good flight for all!