During the latest edition of her “Green with Envy” podcast, Chelsea Green commented on going commando when she wrestles, and more. She said,
“I broke my arm. So let’s skip past that part and let’s go to the part where I am in the locker room, in the SmackDown locker room at WWE, and I’m in gear, and my arm is snapped in half. I needed to get changed out of my ring gear before I headed to the hospital. Could I have gone to the hospital in my ring gear? Yes, I’ve already done it before. No big deal, but the fish nets on me and my boots and everything. It’s just tight. It’s uncomfortable. I know how long I’m going to be in the ER for, it’s not my first rodeo. So I wanted pants on, you know, sue me, I wanted some pants on.
Now one thing that you should learn about me is that I don’t wear underwear. I don’t care if it’s wrestling gear, workout gear, jeans, a dress. I don’t like wearing fucking underwear. Sue me, okay. I would rather go commando. I would rather feel the breeze. I’ve always been this way. My friends know it, my family knows it, Matt knows it, and now, well, the locker room knows it. You see you where I’m going from here.
I come back to the locker room and my girl, Jess McKay, also known as, or formerly known as Billie Kay, is by my side holding my hand, opening up my bag, getting my pants, getting my T shirt and getting me ready to go to the hospital. I realize in this moment, oh shit, I’m not wearing underwear and the entire locker room is standing around me, basically in a semicircle, trying to figure out how they can help undress me.
Okay, normally that’d be okay, like t*ts out. That’s fine, right, that’s fine. But sweaty post-match v*g out, I don’t know that that’s something that these women needed. So I say to them, can you get my pants and my shirt and my bra and all that stuff out of my bag, and let me just go pee.
So, they do and I go pee. I’ve got, you know, my broken arm and I take off my gear. I managed to do that all by myself. But Jess is holding my pants. After I finished taking off my tights and everything, the girls had taken off my boots. I think like Bayley and Bianca, they’re amazing, they had taken off my boots and my sweaty socks and my knee pads, and it’s gross and not something I ever want anyone to have to do, but they did it.
Anyway, I’ve taken off my tights and my gear bottoms by myself. But this is the moment, Jess asked me, Hey Hon, where’s your underwear? I don’t have any, so I have to walk out, crunched over in pain with nothing on my bottom half and very little, very little dignity left and Jess has to put my pants on my naked body. That’s right, she has to get down on her hands and knees, head right next to my sweaty vagina and put on my pants in front of the locker room. It was the weirdest thing in the world, but also, Jess, I love you so much.
We still talk about it to this day. Her tag partner Cassie, formerly known as Peyton Royce, they make fun of me for it because, I know — You know what, that should have been the moment that I knew, okay Chelsea, it’s time to wear underwear. Get a little G string or something under my gear. Something in case moments like, I don’t know, that happen where I have to strip naked in front of an entire locker room and they all change me while I’ve got my v*g out. But look, I haven’t changed. I still go commando. So, f**k it.“
(h/t – Fightful)
