History of Kaylyn J. Evans

RJ:  “It looks like we’re in for a heck of a match, Mitchell, and I think we’re about ready to get things under way.  Miss Heather Lee, if you would be so kind!” 

Heather Lee:  “Ladies and gentlemen it is my pleasure to introduce to you the special guest referee for the match to come.  She stands 5’8” and weighs in at 160 pounds.  FromDanbury, Connecticut, she is the ACW Women’s Champion…ALEXAAAAAA ROSE!“ 

::The arena blackens to the first guitar rifts of “Brackish” by Kittie. The strobes light the arena with each passing incline of notes in the rifts and clangs of the symbols. Images of the female wrestler played along the tron of her various matches. The last being her win over Aurora for the title. Her name flashed. A growl from the lead singer begins the quick tempo song and was the signal for the pyrotechnics to blast illuminating Alexa as her arms raised up to the ceiling. Alexa was dressed in true referee fashion. Her hair back in afrench braid that hung along the tight modified referee shirt. The zebra print shirt was minus sleeves and had a deep V cut neck line. Also the bottom was ripped so she could tie it along her rib cage. The bare skin of her abdomen was exposed to a little under waistline. Black leather pants that looked more flexible than they should be fit snug to her bottom.  The black leather pants had slits along the front from her upper thigh down. Right above the knee was a belt to hold the material snug along the rest of her thigh free flowing around her boots. Between the materials laid the ACW Women's Championship Belt, hooked around her waist.::

“She is not scared to die…
The best things in life drive her to cry.
Crucify then learn!”

::Alexa took a moment to motion for everyone to rock out with her. She made her way down the ramp with a smile. Interacting with the fans all the way down as they were on their feet in appreciation. She offered high fives and an occasional hug to a child fan. About half way down the ramp she took off to the ring. Sliding in under the bottom rope she was to her knees. As her music continued, she was up to her feet. Clapping for the fans. Hand moved and unclasped the belt, sliding it to the ring hand outside the ring. She waited for the contestants in the match to come down.

The lights dim and pyrotechnic explosions burst, sending the crowd into a frenzy as the classic Judas Priest song “You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” begins to play over the arena’s PA System. Kelsia Vector comes walking from behind the curtain and the fans begin to boo immediately, though not quite all of them. More than a few cheers were in the mix as the black-and-white clad woman comes to stand in the middle of the stage for a moment before making her way down the ramp.::

Heather Lee:  “And introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.   She weighs 130 pounds and stands 5’6” tall; ladies and gentlemen, KELSIAAAAA VECTOR!” 

“One life I'm gonna live it up
I'm takin' flight I said I'll never get enough
Stand tall I'm young and kinda proud
I'm on top as long as the music's loud

If you think I'll sit around as the world goes by
You're thinkin' like a fool cause it's a case of do or die
Out there is a fortune waitin' to be had
You think I'll let it go you're mad
You've got another thing comin'!”

MS:  “Woo!  Chocolate Thunder come and STRIKE ME DOWN!” 

RJ: “You’re reprehensible, you know that?” 

MS: “I don’t, because I don’t even know what that word means.  But since it’s coming from you, it’s probably something bad, so I will DISAGREE, Robbie-Rob.” 

RJ: “Alright!  Circle gets the square.” 

MS: “…what?” 

RJ: “Nothing.  Before your time.”  

Heather Lee:  “And ladies and gentlemen, coming to us from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS!”  

::The fans give a huge pop for a hometown performer, and as “Ride of Your Life” by Neurotica cues up, the arena lights come up medium strength and two large spotlights focus on the entrance at the top of the ramp. Megan strides confidently out to the middle of the pools of light, and raises her arms high above her head.  All smiles, she waves to the suddenly mixed crowd, as a few boos mingle into the usual round of cheers when Megan Harris steps out.::

 RJ:  "Looks like there might be a bit of dissent in the Harris Camp tonight, Mitchell.  She’s coming out all alone."

MS:  "I don't see Megan as having done a thing wrong Robbie!  Clearly that was a total accident!"

RJ:  “Clearly.” 

 
Heather Lee: “Standing 5’4 inches tall and weighing in this morning at 125 pounds, she is a member of the Razor’s Edge…MEGAAAAAN HAAAARRIS!” 

::As she goes on down the ramp, a row of pyro flashes up in red, white, and blue in a strip down towards the stage and as this goes off Megan poses and waves to the crowd.  The fans cheer wildly as Megan comes down the ramp, wearing a Navy and white Bears ‘asteroid’ tank top over a white Razor’s Edge long sleeved t-shirt.  She grins and pulls on the home team’s colors, gesturing to the fans.  She sprints the last few steps and slides into the ring, standing in the center and waving to the crowd as they pop again.::

RJ: “Well she’s certainly getting the Windy City behind her tonight, Mitchell!” 

MS: “Yeah, but we’ll see if that’s enough to put away Hot Chocolate tonight!” 

::Kelsia begins immediately talking trash to the blonde while Alexa does her job as referee, checking Megan Harris for any illegal objects or hidden ‘equalizers’.  Giving Megan instruction to go back to her corner, Alexa then turns to the mouthing Kelsia who suddenly smirks, holding her hands up over her head as she gives a little pirouette for the referee, already beginning with the mind games.  Alexa steps in and checks her out and, once satisfied, calls for the bell.::

RJ:  “There’s the bell, Mitch, and here we go!” 

MS: “Yeah, look at that though:  Kelsia’s not wasting ANY time, immediately going for the advantage on the naïve Voland groupie!” 

::As the bell rings, the two women come out of their respective corners.  Megan goes to engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Kelsia simply lands a boot to the breadbasket, doubling the girl over.  Talking trash, she fires another stiff boot into Megan’s midsection, doubling the blonde woman over in agony.  Kelsia talks trash, stepping around the Harris sister and slapping her in the back of the head arrogantly, demeaning the opponent to a chorus of boos.::

RJ: “Now that’s just uncalled for!” 

MS: “You say it’s uncalled for.  I say it’s hot action, Bobby!” 

::Taking hold of those pretty blonde locks, Kelsia drags Megan toward one of the corners, slamming her face-first into the turnbuckles.  Megan turns and rests in the corner, Kelsia moving in to land a pair of stiff knife edged chops into the woman’s chest.  The fans ‘Wooooo’ in appreciation from the stiffness of the strikes, and that only causes Kelsia to smirk again.  Taking hold of the top rope, Hot Chocolate presses her advantage, landing a series of stomps to Megan’s midsection again to drop her to a seated position.  Once she does, she drives the sole of her boot into Megan’s throat and forces her weight down, choking the woman who begins to thrash under the pressure.::

RJ: “C’mon, Alexa!  Get in there and break up that choke!” 

MS: “Hey!  Lay off, Robert!  Referees, even special guest referees, have a tough job!  Let the woman be, alright?” 

::Alexa steps in to check the hold, and immediately begins a five count.  Getting into Kelsia’s face, the brunette finally breaks the hold just before the five count, smirking right at Alexa.  As the enforcer gives her an earful, Kelsia only winks and blows her a kiss.::

Kelsia: “I KNOW you just couldn’t keep your hands off me!” 

::The fans ‘Ooooh’ as Kelsia turns her attention to Alexa, forgetting momentarily about the Harris sister in the corner.  Getting up, Megan waits for the dark haired opponent to turn, landing a sharp elbow smash to the side of the face.  Kelsia staggers, holding her cheek, before turning right into a stiff forearm, and another, and finally a third.  As Kelsia regains her senses, she snarls and charges in for Megan Harris, only to take a straight kick to the midsection that brings Chocolate Thunder to her knees.  Seeing an opening, Megan lifts her left leg and brings it straight down on Kelsia’s back in an axe kick.  Once prone, Megan rolls Vector over onto her back and goes for a cover, getting a two count before Kelsia kicks out!::

MS: “Whew!  Thank God, it was just a two count!” 

RJ: “Your ‘Chocolate Thunder’ better get the tempest going soon, Mitchell, or else it’s just going to be an overcast match!” 

MS:  “Don’t worry, Robbie; your bad Weather Channel analogies are soon going to be over.  Kelsia’s on her way back to the top, and hey, I love it when Hot Chocolate’s on top!”

RJ: “Oh, Jesus…”

MS: “Hey!  You can’t SAY that!” 

RJ:  “Holy Devil Babies?  Can I say that?” 

MS: “That’s more like it.” 

RJ: “Got it.” 

::Megan rolls away, and poises herself.  Waiting for Kelsia to get to her feet, the female member of Razor’s Edge charges in and leaps into the air, wrapping her ankles around the neck of Kelsia and flinging her to the side with a spinning headscissors!  Kelsia takes a tumble across the ring, but as she gets up Megan is on her.  Grabbing Kelsia by the hair, Megan’s grip is broken, and Kelsia snatches the blonde by her own hair and tosses her over with a quick snapmare that took Megan Harris by complete surprise.  Arching her back in agony, Kelsia smirks as she stands over the blonde…and ‘accidentally’ steps on her hair.  Grabbing her hands, Kelsia grins and gives Alexa Rose a wink before yanking hard on those arms, pulling Megan Harris up…but stretching and pulling roughly on her hair, yanking screams of agony from Megan Harris.  Alexa gives a stern warning to Kelsia to stop, but Vector only grins and shrugs her shoulders innocently, yelling to Alexa.::

Kelsia:  “She told me she likes having her hair pulled!” 

RJ: “Oh my—I can’t believe this!  Kelsia is just—“

MS: “—I know!  That’s kinky, isn’t it?” 

RJ: “Mitchell!” 

MS: “What?!  I’m just saying…”

::Kelsia smirks at another ‘four’ count by Alexa Rose and steps back, holding her hands up in an innocent defense.  She grabs that blonde hair again and whips Megan over her shoulder with another snapmare takendown before dropping a snap legdrop across the Muay Thai fighter’s throat.  Standing up again, Kelsia smirks and drops a sudden, pointed elbow to the forehead of her opponent, causing Megan to groan and writhe on the mat, holding her face.  Dropping down beside her again, Kelsia grinds her forearm into the bridge of Megan’s nose, holding the woman down and raking that sharp bone across the sensitive area on her opponent, causing Megan to kick and thrash on the mat, howling in pain.  Kelsia once again breaks up the ‘questionable’ maneuver, and as Alexa admonishes her this time, there is a flash of something in the referee’s eyes—aggravation.::

RJ: “I think Alexa is getting a little frustrated with Kelsia’s flagrant disregard for the rules here, Mitchell!” 

MS: “Yeah, well, who cares?  These referees are always such rules lawyers!  So what?  Let her bend the rules a little bit.  I’m tired of straight-laced, handshaking competition.  I want some blood, damn it!  BLOOD!” 

::As Kelsia stands up, she starts talking trash down to Megan Harris, mocking her.  As Megan stirs, trying to get to her feet, Kelsia shoves her back down with the sole of her boot, smirking at the chorus of boos she is getting, soaking in all of the heat the Chicago fans are dishing out.  She finally reaches down, taking Megan by the hair…but the resourceful Harris sister is not done yet.  She latches onto that arm and gives a strong tug, pulling Kelsia down and off balance.  Arching back onto her shoulders, she quickly clamps her legs around the arm and neck of Kelsia, and strains her muscles, snapping in a patented Triangle Choke that looks just a bit familiar…::

RJ: “Twilight!  Twilight!  Shades of Mike Voland there!  That arch, that bridge with her back—Megan Harris has been taking notes, ladies and gentlemen!  She’s got that submission locked in, and Kelsia Vector is fading fast!” 

::Kelsia’s eyes bulge as that surprise, out of nowhere Triangle Choke is slapped onto her.  She struggles and flails around, waving her free arm as she tries to punch at those strong legs to break the hold.  She bends over at the waist, locked into the half-side, half-front applied triangle choke that Megan Harris has locked in.  Kelsia begins to fade, her free arm sagging, dropping, as the hold takes effect.  Alexa looks on, trying to get a decision from Kelsia on if she will tap or not.  Kelsia’s knees begin to buckle, but the woman digs down deep into a hidden reserve of strength and muscles her way over on top of Megan Harris, breaking the back bridge and pinning the woman’s shoulders to the mat.  Alexa takes a minute to check to make sure BOTH shoulders are down before she drops to make the count.::

ONE…

TWO….

T—kickout!”

::Megan releases the choke and powers out, pushing Kelsia back into the corner nearest them.  Kelsia hangs in the corner, her arms dropped across the top rope so she could catch her breath and regain her wits!::

MS: “Whoa!  That was almost it for Hot Chocolate, Robbie!  No more close calls like that!” 

::As Kelsia spots Megan Harris getting up to her feet, Kelsia moves to charge in…but Megan responds by leaping into the air and connecting with the sole of her boot, courtesy of a jumping, spinning roundhouse kick.  Kelsia hits the mat in a heap, and Megan falls on top of her…but does not hook the leg.::

ONE…

TWO….

TH—

::Alexa shakes her head, stopping the count and tapping Megan on the shoulder.  The far leg just barely was draped across the bottom rope, but it was still hanging there, so Alexa was forced to break the pin attempt.::

RJ: “Amazing ring presence by Kelsia Vector!  She definitely has the advantage of being a veteran, Mitchell.  She’s got the experience on her side, and while this might be Megan’s backyard, I’m afraid we might see an upset right here in the Windy City!” 

MS: “Well, you might be onto something there, Big Bob.  Did it take you this long to figure out Brown Sugar was going to come out on top?  Welcome to the show, Robert!  Glad you could make it, finally!”

RJ: “Shut up, you lepton.”

::Dropping back, Megan has the crowd behind her now.  She mounts the turnbuckles, positioning herself on the second rope and waiting.  As Kelsia staggers to her feet, Megan leaps off and attempts another diving headscissors attempt…but as she begins the rotation, Kelsia regains control of the situation and using the momentum, drives Megan Harris to the canvas with a bone-cracking improvised powerbomb!  Falling on top of the Harris sister, Kelsia kicks her feet up onto the middle rope as Alexa drops into position!::

ONE…

TWO….

THRE—

::Looking up Alexa spots the feet on the ropes.  She leaps up from the count and kicks Kelsia’s feet off the middle rope.  Yelling at her now, Alexa gets into the face of Kelsia Vector.::

Alexa:  “One more time, Kelsia, and I’m calling it!  One more cheap shot from you and Megan Harris wins the match.  DISQUALIFICATION!”  Got that?  DQ!  ONE MORE TIME,and it’s done!”

::Kelsia, on hearing the ‘challenge’ in the referee’s voice, gets nose to nose with the Women’s Champion.  She arches her eyebrows and puts her hands on her hips, challenging the authority of the guest enforcer.  ‘Oh really?’ escapes Hot Chocolate’s lips, and she tilts her head to one side, just waiting for Alexa to respond.  Alexa doesn’t need to respond, however, as Megan Harris manages to recover, and slips in behind Kelsia, hauling the more experienced competitor over into a schoolgirl pin, getting a long two count.  Stunned, Kelsia kicks out and moves back to her feet.  Her face twisted in anger and frustration, the rule-flexing Vector storms right into a sudden and very stiff right jab courtesy of Mike Voland’s number one fangirl.  The strike rocks Kelsia back on her heels, but Megan is quick to press her advantage with a second, then a third jab.  As Kelsia’s knees begin to buckle a bit, Megan continues, undaunted, and lands a short, hooking blow right to Hot Chocolate’s jaw.::  

RJ: “Ooh!  Nice left hook!” 

MS: “That wasn’t a left hook, Bobby:  Remember that Megan Harris has an extensive Muay Thai background.  That’s a ‘cobra punch’; a nice, short hook that looks effective enough from here!  Not to mention hot; I like chicks who can fight!” 

::Kelsia stumbles with the blow, staggering to the side.  Bringing a hand to the right side of her face, she clutches the wounded jawbone, turning to face Megan Harris with absolute rage…and then falls flat on her face, thanks to that sudden leaping enziugiri that Megan Harris blasted her opponent with!:: 

RJ: “Megan Harris is a house of fire right now!  She’s hitting Kelsia with everything she’s got, and she’s finally dropped Hot Chocolate to the mat!  Could this be it, Mitchell?!” 

::As Kelsia rolls to her back, Megan signals to her hometown and slips out of the ring.  Charging across the apron, she climbs up to the top rope.  Facing out to the crowd, she throws her arms to the side and leaps off, crashing on top of Kelsia Vector with a textbook moonsault!  She hooks the leg, and Alexa drops into position::

ONE…

TWO…

THR—kickout! 

::There is a collective groan of surprise from the Windy City crowd as Kelsia just barely kicks out in time.  Megan Harris brushes her hair back, frustrated that that sudden onslaught just didn’t get the job done!  Sitting up, she holds up three fingers to Alexa, questioning the count, but Alexa Rose only shakes her head, holding up two in response.  Megan gets to her feet slowly and reaches down, bringing Kelsia back to a vertical base.  She’s caught by surprise, though, when Kelsia breaks her grip and slams a boot into Megan’s stomach.  Storming in, she quickly cinches in a cobra clutch submission hold!  Shocked, Megan struggles and tries to fight out of it, but Kelsia only tightens up, her biceps surging and flexing as she cinches in tighter.  Megan’s eyes bulge, and her face begins to turn color, the fight beginning to leave her eyes.  With a smirk, Kelsia winks at Alexa before shifting her position, twisting that submission hold into a modified neckbreaker.  Popping up immediately, ‘Chocolate Thunder’ throws her hands into the air and smirks, arrogantly, soaking up all the jeers from the hometown crowd of Megan Harris; blowing a kiss to the referee, Kelsia continues to just eat up the negative reaction.::

RJ: “Look at that, she’s not even going for the cover!  She could have had this match won already, but instead she’s worried about getting the attention!” 

MS: “This is one of those rare instances, Big Bob, where you and I agree.  I guess the stars are aligned, or planets are in order, or something, because I agree with you one hundred percent.  Kelsia should’ve gone for the cover, and she would’ve been on her way home by now.  Hot Chocolate Thunder is pretty confident, but I think that arrogance is going to end up costing her big time.” 

RJ: “Whoa.  We’re agreeing on something?” 

MS: “Yeah, I know.  Don’t get all sentimental on me.” 

::As Alexa urges the woman to get on with the match, Kelsia only smirks and shrugs her shoulders.  Megan Harris, however, begins stirring again, getting to her hands and knees and trying to shake the cobwebs away.  Kelsia turns just in time to see Megan getting to her feet, and as she moves in to press her advantage, the Harris sister drops a quick, straight front kick into the woman’s midsection.  Locking her fingers behind Chocolate Thunder’s neck, Megan drags her in close enough to bring those deadly Muay Thai knee strikes to bear, driving a half dozen, alternating strikes into the woman’s midsection, ribs, and face.  The crowd is hot now, after this comeback, and though Kelsia manages to break the hold on her neck, Megan seems undaunted.  Grinning, even as Kelsia swings that deadly haymaker, the Harris sister drops down, ducking under the wild swing.  Righting herself, Megan hooks the right arm, then the left, and grunts as she hauls Kelsia up and over, dropping her to the canvas with a picture perfect Tiger suplex!::

RJ: “Tiger!  Tiger suplex, Mitchell!  There’s the bridge, and Alexa’s dropped to count!” 

MS: “What’d I tell you, Robbie?  That arrogance cost her the match!” 

::Sure enough, Alexa drops and makes the three count, though it DOES appear that Kelsia manages to kick out…but just a half second too late.  Alexa jumps to her feet, with Megan, and raises the Harris sibling’s hand into the air as “Ride of Your Life” cues up on the P.A. System.  Kelsia gets to her feet and throws her hands into the air, shocked that the referee missed the kickout.  As Alexa turns the pair around, Kelsia stomps up behind Megan, grabs her by the shoulder and spins her around, delivering a roundhouse kick to Megan’s temple that echoes throughout the packed house with a thundering crack.  The music stops and the timekeeper rings the bell repeatedly.  Kelsia only smirks at the downed and currently out Megan Harris.  Alexa charges over, getting into Kelsia’s face and demanding to know why she laid out her opponent.  Kelsia only shrugs, and throws a stiff right hand into Alexa’s jaw::

RJ:  “Whoa!  Somebody’s not taking this very lightly, Mitchell!” 

MS: “Yeah you’re right, Robbie, but hey, it’s her own fault this time around.  I like me some Hot Chocolate, you understand that, but even I have to admit the showboating and playing around cost her this one.” 

::Rocked, the Women’s champion takes a step back before firing off her own right hand.  Kelsia takes a step back and grins, before charging in and leveling the champion with a spear takedown.  The two women begin to roll around the ring, trading lefts and rights while a troupe of referees hit the ring, breaking the two women apart, though it DOES take a few seconds, as the two females are fighting tooth and nail to get to one another.::

RJ: “The champion’s giving as good as she gets, Mitchell!  Alexa isn’t backing down, neither is Kelsia!  Thank goodness the referees hit the ring; we need some order restored!” 

MS: “I say let ‘em fight, Robbie.  We could have ourselves a viral mega hit if there happened to be a ‘wardrobe malfunction’, you know!” 

RJ “You’re twisted!” 

MS: “Yessir, yessir I am.”

::The two women struggle and fight, and after looking at each other, tear out of their respective captors’ grasps and begin to fling referees from the ring.  Fighting, tossing the officials off of each other, Kelsia is the first to get loose.  She charges in and catches Alexa from behind.  Spinning her around, much like Megan Harris moments ago, she lands a devastating roundhouse kick to the temple of the Women’s Champion, dropping Alexa to the mat in a crumpled heap.  The fans hiss and boo loudly as Kelsia smirks, bending over slightly and slapping her backside to tell each and every one of her haters exactly what part of her body they should kiss.  Reaching between the ropes, she demands a microphone and soon gets one.::

RJ: “Reprehensible behavior, Mitchell!  She attacked Megan Harris from behind first, and now she’s sneaking shots in on Alexa Rose!  That’s just uncalled for!” 

MS: “Guess we’re going to hear the justification now, aren’t we Rob?  Take it away, Brown Sugar!” 

::Kelsia smirks as the fans boo and the referees drop down to check on Alexa.  She slips out of the ring first, and moves to the timekeeper’s table, snatching the Women’s Championship from the table and sliding it over her shoulder.  With a smirk, she slides back into the ring and stands over Alexa.  Bringing her left wrist up, she looks at it as if she were examining her watch, giving the ‘face’ a tap with her fingertip and bringing it to her ear.  Nodding to herself, and giving one last look out into the crowd, she laughs, bringing the microphone to her lips.::

Kelsia Vector:  “Alexa?  Alexa!  Alexa, can you hear that?  Tell me you can hear it!  Well, just in case you can’t, Alexa, I’ll clue you in.  It’s time, Alexa, and according to my watch, your time as the Women’s Champion is almost up.  From what my watch is telling me, your time is going to be up at Struggle for Supremacy.  I’m coming for your title Alexa, and while I will walk into that match as the challenger, I will walk out of it as the new Queen B-ACW Forced Censored!- of American Championship Wrestling!”

::Dropping the mike, Kelsia smirks one last time before tossing the Women’s title down by the downed Alexa Rose.  Her music hits, and Kelsia rolls underneath tbe bottom rope, backing up the ramp and gesturing to her waist with her hands.::

MS: “Hahaha!  You can’t keep a good woman down, Robert, and Kelsia’s telling Alexa Rose right now that the belt is going to be hers!”