Introduction

“Ugh. Hi. I am not in the mood for this, but I guess since you incompetent fools need me to explain who I am, I guess I will. Listen, I don't know who thinks they are running this place, but I’ve had it. Absolutely had it. My dressing room was—get this—only two doors down from some sweaty, mouth-breathing rookie. The gall. The nerve. Like, does nobody understand who I am?! I'm Chelsea fucking Green and I deserve better!”

“Oh, and speaking of incompetence... I will be having a word with management about my match tonight. Because—spoiler alert—that match was not fair. I wasn’t ‘out-wrestled,’ okay? I never am. I was victimized. You all saw it. That ref? Totally biased. Absolute moron. Honestly? I’m thinking of filing a formal complaint. Or maybe just suing. There should be a serious investigation on the official tonight because I bet he had some money on my opponent winning. Ugh.”

"Also, Where’s my water with lemon?! I asked for it like 5 whole minutes ago! Do I have to do everything myself around here?”

“Oh, and one last thing before I leave this disgusting city? If you fans even think about booing me again like you did tonight? Just know I’ve got the manager’s number on speed dial. And believe me—I am not afraid to use it. WHERE'S MY WATER!”

I flash a patronizing smile, flip my hair over my shoulder in a bratty way, and storm off in a huff, leaving the camera shaking in my wake... because of course I slammed the door behind me.

(Welcome to my page, hope that little introduction let's you know the kind of character I like to play! Now, for all few starters, I'm always in character unless I outright state I am not, so don't take anything I say personally! Now, there's probably a few reasons why you've looked at this bio: 1. You're hungry to take out the Hot Mess, Chelsea Green, 2. You're trying to figure out what what "OtT" stands for, or 3. You're here to goon at my images ((I don't blame you)). Well, for starters, I fight only men. Nothing against you ladies, I'm sure you're fun, but I'm 100% straight and I love a good maledom.

Secondly, the OtT stands for "Over The Top" because I specialize in Over the Top Selling. I'm talking I'm going to treat every move like it's a finisher, I'm going to be LAUNCHED around the ring, knocked silly by each and every punch, and I'm going to put on a fucking show whenever I'm choked, slammed, or driven unconscious. I'm talking all the good stuff, drool, convulsions, everything. I'm here to be as outrageous as I can be because it gets the crowd going, gets you going, and gets me going. Mmm, nothing beats a nice oversell.

I'm looking for mainly semi-erotic prostyle matches, which have a heavy focus on maledom destruction of poor me, lots of humiliation like wedgies, groping, dirty talk, worship, pins, and even the occasional pet play and ragdolling. If you want a jobber, I'm your girl.

That's really all I've got for you. Come at me with an interesting story, or just straight up sneak attack me, I'm fine with most. Let's have some fun, and DONT make me call the manager!)

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Start of membership: 13 days ago