Alignment:Tweener

Gimmick: A young woman raised in the suburbs of Detroit, abandoned by the young man she made love with after discovering she was pregnant, and disowned by her own family for being a teenage mother, Chelsea fights not only for her own future but the future of her daughter, Rosalyn. Because of the betrayals she has gone through, she has a hard time trusting people. Life throws many obstacles in her path, some strenuously challenging, but somehow she pushes through and keeps moving forward. Everything she does, she does for Little Rosie.

Entrance Music: �Me Against the World� by Simple Plan
Entrance Description:
The lights go out and then the hard riffs of the guitar to �Me Against the World� begin to play out in the introduction. With each riff, white lights flash to the beat and the audience stands on their feet in anticipation. Chelsea makes her appearance at the start of the lyrics and stops before the slope of the ramp, looking out into the crowd with acknowledgement as they cheer for her. Yellow pyros from the sides of the ramp burst at the end of each line of the bridge, �go�, �run� and �fall�, chain bursting at �all�. The lights completely turn on at the beginning of the chorus and she makes her way down to the ring, tagging a few hands along the way before jumping onto the apron. She grabs the top rope with both of her hands, places her feet on the bottom rope and lightly springs on it, launching herself onto the top rope and bouncing off of it, landing on her feet in the middle of the ring. Her hands pull down on her black fingerless gloves before she throws a few punches, ready to go.

Ring Attire: Simple, comfortable and flexible. Chelsea wears a dark purple sports bra, black fingerless gloves, dark blue denim shorts and black knee-high combat boots.

Normal Attire: Sexy, classy and motherly. Sometimes, Chelsea will wear dresses, jackets and high heels. Sometimes, Chelsea sports the latest women�s fashion designer clothing. And sometimes, she will don upon herself warm and cool casual clothes.

Wrestling Style: Chelsea is a technical wrestler, pure and true. Where there are weaknesses or when they�re exposed, she�s got her crosshairs locked on them instantly. If weaknesses don�t seem to be revealing themselves, she creates them around the head and neck to enhance the devastating power of her finishers. She also relies on striker, submission and aerial logics, mixing up her speed, intelligence and strength.

Ring Persona:
Silent but deadly. When she�s in the ring, it�s all business until the end of the match. She doesn�t waste her time mocking or playing mind games on her opponent; she hits them hard with strategic moves that are very difficult to figure out. Normally she doesn�t resort to cheat tactics, but if the opponent does against her, she gives them a taste of their own medicine. She is mostly apathetic to the reactions from the audience, but they tend to cheer her on anyway (unless she�s doing something terribly wrong).

Signature Taunt: Chelsea pulls down her right fingerless glove, clenches her fist and throws a punch towards her opponent�s face. However, she stops a couple inches before impact and instead pats them on the cheek, receiving a pop of laughter from the audience. If she does this taunt a second time or more in the same match, she strikes them after feigning the punch to throw off the opponent and set them up for a strong move.

Title History:
- eWo Commonwealth Champion (1)

Superstar History:
�Growing up on the streets of Detroit was very stressful. You�d always have to watch your back when you�re outside. Gangs, drug sellers and rapists, they were all over the city like a virus. You had to know how to defend yourself and you had to travel with a small group of friends. If you were alone and you didn�t know how to fight, you were fucked. Simple.

In school, I always had a hard time. Constantly the target of bullies, I almost never had any peace during recess and lunch times. My grades weren�t too bad, B�s and C�s made my world go round. It was just the social environment that bothered me. I only had two close friends in my childhood. One of them lived next door and the other lived half a mile away from our houses. We always traveled together when we weren�t with our families. We were a trio that could defend ourselves from trouble.

My family consisted of me, my mother, my father and my two older brothers. We lived on the poverty side of the city. Rich people never spared a single penny for us, so we had to work hard everyday to keep up with the bills and the essentials. I didn�t have a lot of material things, but I didn�t care about that too much. I had my loving family and my loyal friends. When I was a freshman in high school, my oldest brother was serving in the army and my other older brother was in college to become a lawyer. My father got a new, decent-paying job as a car salesman and my mother got a promotion in her retail job as a cashier. With enough money, my parents and I moved out of Detroit and moved in to Philadelphia. We had a nice two bedroom and one bathroom house, and the environment was safe and comfortable. Nothing could go wrong, right? If only...

When I was sixteen, I met a young man who was in my business class. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, oh, he was gorgeous. He was also rich, but that didn�t matter to me too much. It was the first time I had a crush on a boy. I had butterflies in my stomach every time I saw him. He had the reputation of being a ladies� man, but once he asked me out on a date, he stopped spending a lot of time flirting with other girls. I think I was the first girl that made him committed. He really liked me, just like I really liked him. We kissed on our first date, and at that moment, I knew he was the one for me.

However, my family didn�t like him. �He�s a rich kid and a troublemaker; he�s nothing but bad news!� My mother and father demanded that I never see him again. It hurt me, but I was determined. One night, I talked to him on the phone and asked him to meet me in our high school�s courtyard. I snuck out of the house and ran away without anyone�s knowledge. We met up where we agreed to find each other and I told him that my parents didn�t want me seeing him again. But we were young, we were stubborn, we did what we wanted to do. The next thing I knew, we were both in the back of his car...

One week later, I found out I was pregnant. We were so careful, and yet... I couldn�t believe it, I didn�t want to believe it. I met up with the boy I loved and told him, hoping he would help me through this stressful time. Unfortunately, he berated me, turned and walked away. My heart was betrayed. I had never felt so dead in my life. I thought nothing could get worse, but when I told my parents, things went to hell. Rather than support me through my critical time of need, they disowned me. I was a sixteen year old teenage mother in the middle of Philly. There was nothing good about it. My parents would no longer pay for my room or anything that was apart of it. I had to pay or else I would be kicked out.

Being pregnant, working and going to school was one of the worst things I had to do in my life. I had the options of getting an abortion or giving up the baby for adoption after giving birth. When I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl at age seventeen, I made an alternate decision. I decided to keep her and raise her in this hectic world, naming her Rosalyn. I would be a good mother and give her everything she needed in life. I refused to give up. The day I barely graduated with my high school diploma, I went home with my daughter and found all of our belongings dumped outside. We were on our own moving back to Detroit, but we were strong. College was out of the question, but I didn�t care. I worked hard for the both of us and we managed to push through the toughest obstacles yet.

Now I�m twenty nine years old and Rosalyn�s twelve years old. Now I can show the world who I am and what I�m all about, starting with eWo.�