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× people mentioned. chance kennedy, dave wilson, jenna helmsley, elena, ted dibiase and a few select others.
× next match. the glorious chance kennedy versus jenna helmsley | swa shattered glass | singles match | 07.07.09
× out of character comment. okay so here is my first. i will try and get a second up before the seventh, since the weekend is here and all. i am so sorry i couldn't post any sooner, my week has been insane. my first essay was due yesterday and i was like working super hard to finish it, then i had a test that i stayed up till three am studying for, lol. plus i have another test tomorrow so yeah. but, here's a start. good luck to my opponent and no offense meant to anyone. it's all fun in games. it's pretty generic and simple, they'll get better, i promise! anywho; enjoy, hehe. yay! | | It had been a little under a week and a half since the gorgeous blonde made her arrival to Shimmer Wrestling Alliance and already, she was making quite the name for herself. Chance Kennedy befriended one of the owners, Elena -- the two actually shared history together, back when they first started in the wrestling business, having gone through numerous "independent" organizations, leaving trails all along the entire United States...and finally, the bodacious blonde was reunited with her latina friend, ready to take yet another company by storm. And thus far, she had. She challeneged the self-proclaimed "Mr. Priceless" Ted DiBiase Jr. to a one on one match, if she won, she'd be named the contender for the Women's Title and if he won, then he'd be named the contender for the World Title. The match was even sanctioned by Elena, however, DiBiase felt that it was in his best interest to not partake in the match. Having been left with little choice, he was either to face Chance or neither he nor his precious little girlfriend Jenna Helmsley would get another title match for quite some time. Chance nevery was one to shy away from a challenege, especially not one where she'd have the opportunity to turn someone into her bitch, and that's exactly what she wanted to do with Ted DiBiase...make him her bitch. And, it's not like she held all the cards, after all...if, by some ray of hope, some miracle, he were to beat her, then he'd get himself a championship title match...and not just for himself but for his precious girlfriend Jenna too. So, really, the odds were in his favor. Chance, however, had a lot less to gain, but a lot more balls on accepting the challenge. He declined the match, saying he didn't "hit women" and wasn't okay to stepping into the ring with a woman, unlike so many other men in the business these days however, Chance could see that little twinkle in his eye, the same she'd seen on so many of her competitors -- her victims -- that have come before him. He just did not want to face a lockerroom full of men knowing he lost to a woman, knowing that a woman took away his chances of becoming a world champion again. Well, Teddy dear...your chances of becoming a World Champion again are pretty much dreams anyway, it's highly unlikley that lightning will strike twice, especially for someone like you. Luckily, however, there was still a match made. And, though she wanted DiBiase, settling for second best was just as good for the young ChancieK. She ended up getting booked to face Jenna Helmsley in a number one contendership match for the Vixen's Championship on Shattered Glass. What a turn of events; her first full week in the company and she's managed to become a champion, score herself a contendership match long before so many other 'vixens' that have been in the company before and she's still as spiteful, as sarcastic, as mean and as glamorous as ever. See, this people...this is exactly why it pays to be Chance Kennedy. By simply showing up, it makes you better then the rest. And, as far as Jenna Helmsley is concerned...her so called "come back" her big "return" to SWA will be short lived. It'll end just as quickly as it began as the referee counts the one, the two and the three, awarding Chance Kennedy her first victory in the company, thus naming her the new number one contender for the Vixen's Championship belt. God it paid dividends to be Chance fucking Kennedy...it really, really did. ------------------------------------------------------ A black limo was seen pulling into the street, coming to a sudden halt. A crowd had already begun to gather outside this very exclusive Victoria's Secret boutique that was in the middle of the fashionable city known as San Diego. You had to either be or know someone to get into this boutique, it was just that exclusive. You were served wine and desserts as you tried on the various collections of undergarments and lingerie that the infamous Victoria's Secret line had to offer. And, it was odd to look at Victoria's Secret as being this exclusive, considering most anyone could shop at them these days. But this one, this one was home to many of the stars that you'd see trotting on your television screen. As the SWA camera's circled around the limo, attempting to get a sneak peak as to who might be inside the limo, they were soon about to find out. The driver quickly got out of the car; he was a caucasion male about forty-five, trying to make ends meet by driving the celebrities around town. Naturally, his wife was home doing whatever it is that wives do, taking care of their three kids. And, being that it is California, he made more money then most limo drivers in any other city. Regardless, he slipped on his black blazer, rushed around the car and stopped at the back passenger's door. The red carpet was rolled out for the beautiful girl that was on the inside...quite literally, in fact. He cleared his throat, he caught his breath and he proceeded in dusting himself off, making sure he looked as perfect as possible...though, for him it was virtually impossible. He held one hand out, as the other gripped the handle to the door. Lifting it upwards, he pulled open the door and stuck his hand further out for whomever was inside to grab. And gently, a slightly tanned females hand clutched onto his. His hand held hers gently, her freshly manicured French tipped fingernails were the first thing that was noticed on this girl. Slowly, one of her gorgeous, slender legs emerged from inside the vehicle. She wore an extremely short, dark denim skirt and a pair of tanned stiletto, leather knee boots. As she turned her body, her other leg came out and soon, she began to push herself out of the car. Wearing a tan colored, sleeveless top that showed off a majority of her belly -- the color of the shirt matched the color of her boots -- was none other then SWA's hottest dame, Chance Kennedy. With a cocky smirk on her face, she looked at those standing in lines that seemed to wrap around the block. Reaching in the limo, she grabbed her rather large, black Gucci bag as her golden blonde hair shimmered as the California sunlight hit it. She snatched her hand from the limo driver and used it to squeeze his cheeks together, causing his lips to pucker up some. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Look, fuckface, the next time you plan on driving me, make sure you don't fucking kill me. Understand? That trip from the manicurists shop to this boutique was absolutely horrific. Ugh, it's California, you would think that you dumbfucks would learn how to actually drive. I guess asking you to learn anything is much too difficult, eh?" she said, with a smirk on her face. She loosened the grip she had on his face, that same Chance grin across her lips. "Now, be a dear and fetch my assistant Paula. She should be at the airport. And make sure that you deliver her to me here, at this shop...and, try not to kill her dumbass" she said, rolling her eyes. In a rather cocky manner, she tapped his cheek three times, with that same smirk on her face. She pushed him backwards some, as she then turned her attention forward. Walking up the path towards the doors of this very stylish Victoria's Secret boutique, she opened the doors and walked in. Once inside the boutique, she was met by one of the managers of this particular store, her name was Celeste Parker and she was as glamourous as ever. She and Chance met and hugged, they'd exchanged kisses on the cheek, and a smile that seemed to say 'we're better then you, so fuck off bitch!' in more ways then one. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "Chance, I am so glad you could make it. We just got them in for you and, trust me doll, you are going to look phenomenal in them!" she exclaimed, in a rather joyful tone. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Oh Celeste, you spoil me too much" she said, with a playful wink. "Let's see, I've got a gorgeous piece of gold already...that's checked off my to do list. I've got my sexy panties...a girl can never have too many of those things lying around" she said, in a joking manner "check! Now, all that's left, is to teach that little half-tramp, half-ape Jenna Helmsley exactly who the Queen bitch of SWA really is" she said, with a proud smirk as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip in a very delicate manner. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "Jenna what?" Celeste asked, looking somewhat confused when Chance mentioned her name. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Ugh, don't even get me started on this bitch, Cellie. She's some tramp that used to be the Vixen's champion for the company I work for now, Shimmer Wrestling Alliance. And trust me, how she ever became champion in the first fucking place is beyond me because the bitch sucks more balls then a pornstar on a good day. She's God awful in the ring, she's ugly, she has no sort of figure and, on top of it all, she's got a butterface. Everything looks good...but her face. It's a tragedy though...I mean, she's got no curves but, that's probably just because her fat covers them all. What little figure she does actually have, is all put to waste with that mug she was unfortunate enough to have. Talentless, ugly and a Helmsley...God could this company be in any more need of talented people? No wonder why Elena hired me so quickly, I am better then everyone in that fucking company and then some. It's sad, the only person I could find to marvel my skill is my 'tag team partner' -- and I use that term rather loosely -- Dave Wilson. Of course, he's apparently been fucked out of two relationships now...his former fiancee couldn't handle him being linked to me with this gorgeous piece of gold" she said, pointing at her half of the SWA Tag Team Championship belt. "It's like I always said, Cellie, jealous killed the cat..." Chance was definitely a woman that was more sure of herself then anyone that you could probably think of. And why shouldn't she? She's been a multi-timed champion, she's managed to grace the cover of Playboy, Maxim and FHM magazines more then once, she's been named the Most Sensuous Diva and she's one of the hottest female wrestlers on the circuit today. Who wouldn't think that this damn was a fucking babe. And, the weirdest part about it all, was that...anytime you saw Chance Kennedy, anytime you were mere feet away from her, for whatever reason...the song "Cherry Pie" by Warrant always seemed to play in your head. And it was fitting for this bodacious blonde babe, too. The GlamDoll, The Glamour Girl. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "I have empathy for you, Chance. Having to deal with such low class, low-life people day in and day out. My job, I have to deal with petty ass celebrities that do nothing more then bitch and whine about everything under the sun...little bitches that never want to admit when their bodies just don't look good in lingerie, especially not the rather risque items we have in this store specifically. And they damn sure don't want to admit when their fat asses are much too big to wear the outfits properly, or when it's time to start working on the cellulite. You, on the other hand, Chance...are absolutely immaculate. I am always pleased to serve you. You have the body to wear Victoria's Secret products. Hell, it was only last summer that you were a featured celebrity guest runway model for our summer line fashion show. And we are definitely indebted to you for that" she said, with a smile on her face as she reached behind the cashier's desk grabbing a rather large bundle. "This is your order in it's entirity. Shall we go to the dressing room so you can try them on?" she asked, as her eyes fell on Chance's beautiful emerald green ones. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Why Cellie, you silly girl. Do you even have to ask?" Chance replied, in a rather sarcastic tone. Linking arms, the blonde duo walked through a see-through silk curtain towards the area where the dressing rooms where. Opening the door to one of the vacant rooms, these dressing rooms weren't like any other in stores across the nation. These were actual rooms, fitted with full length mirrors, a couch for relaxing, a phone so that one might order beverages while waiting on apperal...you know, for those all-day shoppers. It even had one of those changing screens in it, to sheild whomever it was that was doing all the changing. Taking her bag of goodies, Chanced placed her Gucci bag on the black couch and slowly hid behind the changing screen. You could still see the imprint of her body as she stepped out of her boots. Slowly, she slid her skirt on down her long, luscious legs and reoved her top, hanging them over the top of the changing screen. The next pieces of clothing that came off were the undergarments, the bra and the panties. Of course, you couldn't see anything, being that the screen blocked the view and all, but the impression that the screen gave off of her immaculate body was enough to drive anyone insane. Her panties were lying in a heaped pile at her feet, as she flung her black lace bra over her clothes, at the top of the changing screen. That would've been enough to do it in for Miss. Kennedy and whomever was usually around her naked body but, not this time. As she rummaged through her bag of goodies, the first set she pulled out was a three piece. She slid the bra on, buckling it in the back. It cupped her perfect breasts nicely, making them pop up some, and seem more vuluptious and larger then normal. She then slid on the bottom portion of her attire, it was an extremely tiny thong that was barely enough material to keep her body covered. And over that, she slid a very, very tiny skirt that seemed to go with the ensemble. It covered the thong, but not by much. The skirt was tight and latched onto her body rather snuggly, but it managed to show off every vivacious curve that Chance had been blessed with. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this gorgeous body of hers, she knew how to keep herself in tip-top, pristine condition for instances such as these. She'd kept a fit, toned ass, stomach, legs, arms...the whole nine. She wasn't too muscular, but she wasn't extremely pencil, Paris Hilton skinny either. She was the perfect size, her body was evenly proportioned and she was a fucking knockout. With a smirk on her face, she gently ran her index finger along the portion of her breasts that the bra didn't cover, nodding as she slid a strand of her stray golden lucks out of her face, tucking it back behind her ear. Emerging from behind the changing screen, the color of the ensemble she decided to try on first was a baby -- or sky -- blue color. It was all one hundred percent lace and certain area's were slightly see-through, but nothing that would merit the FCC to boycott this specific segment. With a smirk on her face, she headed directly to the full length mirror, where she stood and adjusted the top and bottoms, she ran her hand, in a very gentle fashion, over her toned stomach as she bit her bottom lip. She turned her body in various directions, trying to get a better shot, looking at herself from various angles. She was definitely proud of the body she'd been blessed with. Fuck plastic surgery, this girl most definitely did not need it. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "Amazing Chance, absolutely amazing. Although, I'm not quite sure why I am so surprised, it's not like you could look bad in anything. I think you'd even be able to make mud look hot" she said, with a smile on her face as she took a few glances at Chance's gorgeous body. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Oh Cellie, how little you know about me. I've already made mud look hot, sweetie. I mean come on, we're talking about me...and who am I, Cellie?" Chance asked, in a rather cocky manner. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "Chance fucking Kennedy, bitch!" the manager responded, as if it were on que or something. That was the thing about Chance, there were certain ways she liked to be addressed by people, and that was one of them. Guess it all came with being such a mega-star, a person of her status...a fucking Duchess. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Damn fucking right. And, just so you know, I am definitely taking this home with me. It's much too sexy to pass up. And I will definitely be putting it to good use very, very soon." she said, biting her lip as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "With your boyfriend, Dave Wilson I presume?" she asked, in a rather idiotic tone. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Shut your face!" Chance reacted, as she turned her attention from her reflection in the mirror to Celeste's. Chance never tolerated stupidity and she had an even lower tolerance for people believing rumors that were going around about her. She loved the attention, no doubt...but that didn't make the rumors true. "First of all, Dave Wilson is not my boyfriend. God, could you imagine it? Me...having a boyfriend? I thought we established this years ago, darling...Chance Kennedy doesn't do relationships. And if I did, Dave Wilson would not be at the top of my list of men to date. Maybe men to fuck, but not to date. Harsh but true...I need someone that has the same sexual stamina as me and, I'm sorry...I just don't see Dave being able to keep up with my racy, risque sexual lifestyle. I like bondage and threesomes, he seems more the candles and roses type. That's fine for those sappy, lovestory endings...the Molly Holly, Spike Dudley 'you took my virginity' story but not for me. I like it rough and kinky. Push the skirt up, the panties to the side, a quickie in a dressing room kind of thing...or the more intense but still passionate and wild kind where you are literally up all night just trying to find new ways to hit the big O" she said, with a smirk. Turning her attention back to her reflection in the mirror. "Not many men can handle a girl like me in the sack. I'm experienced, I am aggressive and I am damn kinky. I could go all night if I really wanted to. I just don't think that sweet Dave Wilson can handle a girl like that" she said, as she smirked at her own reflection. Quite the cocky woman, Chance was. manager.CELESTEPARKER: "But, he is your partner, right?" she asked...how very insightful of her to notice. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Darling, you know I dispise stupidity in people. Don't make me cause a scene" she said, with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "Yes, Dave Wilson is my tag team partner and that is all. He's got my back and I've got his. He'll scratch my back and I'll scratch his. He needs help and I'm there, if I need help then he better be there or he'll be down a ball. As simple as that, we're strictly business partners. Of course, I have been known to mix business with pleasure" she began to say, thinking of the many times she had before....and oh how good it was to do so. "But, not this time. This time, I am going to put Chance Kennedy first...my career and becoming the new SWA Vixen's Champion is my number one priority. Once that's over and done with, I might find myself a little someone to celebrate with. That Alexander Williams guy is pretty hot...I could see him being able to hang with someone like me. Hmm, interesting..." she began to think, as she bit her lip gently. She turned back to the mirror, facing forward. One hand was placed on her curvy hip, the other was up pressed against her chin as she looked herself over, thinking. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "Of course, that's assuming I get past the 'great' Jenna Helmsley" she said. She could barely contain herself, she bursted into laughter. "Please, getting past that talentless hag is going to be easier then if they were to just hand me the belt. Hell, they've already put my name in the championship title match at Legacy next weekend agains the 'legendary' Trish Stratus. A hasbeen that should've stayed in fucking retirement. God, there is room for only one blonde bitch around these parts and, Trishy, you are looking at her. Jenna Helmsley is merely a warm-up match for me, once I get past her I'll have my sights set on you and, you can rest assured that I will be bringing my a-game at Legacy. I will be walking out the Vixen's Champion. I'm going to do the one thing that you've never been able to do in your career, and that's become a double champion. And, that goes for both of you bitches. And, what's even more sad about this entire situation, is that it'll all be done in a two week time frame from when I made my original debut, when I signed the contract and when I become a champion....for a second time. God, it's fucking amazing to be me, I really do enjoy it. You know, if I died and had to come back as someone in the next life, I'd want to come back as myself. And why shouldn't I? I am fucking phenomenal. So much better then all the other untalented cunts in this company, that's for sure. Especially you, Jenna Helmsley" she said, with a smirk as she starred at herself in the mirror. "This week is going to be a piece of cake for me, it'll be easier then taking candy from a baby. I'll walk in to Shattered Glass, my debut match and walk out having kicked your ass from pilar to post, six ways from Sunday and then some...and walk out the number one contender for the SWA Vixen's Championship belt. And then next Sunday, at Legacy, I will walk out the champion. It's pretty fucking simple, actually" she said, in a rather cocky manner. "Be a gem, Cellie and make sure that my assistant Paula isn't out there waiting for me. If she is, please escort her back here...we've got much to discuss" Chance said. "And bring me some champagne....I have a feeling I am going to be here for some time today" she said, with a smirk on her face. Celeste nodded and headed for the door to the room. Walking out, she headed to the front of the store to retrieve Chance's drink and to make sure Paula Lexington, Chance's assistant, wasn't out there waiting. duchess.CHANCEKENNEDY: "I fucking love having people at my beckon call. Jenna, you're in for the ride of your life, this week on Shattered Glass. I'm going to take that ugly, manish face of yours and mangle it up so bad, that not even your apeshit looking boyfriend, Ted DiBiase Junior...that pussy...won't even want you. Try me...I dare you...in the end, though...it'll be I that has the last laugh, bitch!" she said, as she disappeared behind the changing screen for a second time. As she began to disrobe again, the door swung open as the gently voice of Paula Lexington filled the air. In hand, she had two glasses of champagne, one for Chance and one for herself. She closed the door behind her, having also brought in a few more articles of clothing for both she and Chance to try on. She set them down on a table by the changing screen as she starred at Chance's body. Taking a sip of the champagne, she walked back behind the screen. Chance took her champagne glass, taking a sip of it before setting it down, along with Paula's on the table. When Paula closed the door, she also made sure to lock it so that there were no intrusions, unless she or Chance needed anything. The amount of lingerie that Chance already had with her and the many other articles that Paula brought in herself was enough to keep them satisfied for a while, actually. Chance had, by this time, slipped out of the lingerie she was wearing...well, for the most part anyway. Things between Paula and Chance had always been questionable to so many people that they encountered, but this would probably seal the deal. The female duo managed to sneak in, behind the changing screen, and exchange a rather raunchy, passionate kiss. Their hands seemed to roam all over each other's upper body area, Chance starting to unbutton the white top that Paula had been wearing. And that, dear friends, is exactly why Chance Kennedy is one of the most contreversial, sought after, desired and envied females to ever grace a wrestling ring. It was at that point that SWA camera's cut to a commercial break, seeing as they were a 'family show' and what was about to go on inside this room was definitely not family oriented. Jenna Helmsley was, in fact, instore for the ride of her life when it came to facing the luscious Chance Kennedy...who had her sights set on being the Vixen's Champion. Shattered Glass was just taken up about six notches on the hot scale...thanks, in large part, to the delictable Chance Kennedy. | | | the diamond duchess. miss chance kennedy. | | | | |
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