Chloé Leuthard Clients
Posts : 17 Join date : 2019-09-02 Location : Sacramento, California
| Subject: Chloé Leuthard - Promo II Wed Sep 11, 2019 12:30 pm | |
| Situated in the bedroom of her house, Chloé Leuthard was dressed in a sheer, angelic pink teddy with a plunge neckline and thong bottom. While it was dark outside a sole lava lamp placed on a bedside table lit up the vibrant magenta walls of the bedroom. A large marble mural was the centrepiece, floral patterns matching the colour that the walls were painted decorating the majority of the feminine feature. A make-up table was placed to the left of the room with a portrait of Chloé in regal attire posing placed above the mirror of the table. The camera focused on the laptop the blonde had on her lap, Harry Sterling's response playing which she was listening to through headphones. After pausing and resuming twice, she slid off her headphones with a confused expression, placing the laptop to her side before smothering her form beneath the coconut white satin sheets of her sizeable, exquisite looking bed.
"I listened to your words, Harry Sterling. I took time out of my day to hear your response and I must say I am impressed. You clearly take a lot of pride in your line of work and perhaps I may have underappreciated how much of a challenge you'll be to me. But your words also left me feeling confused. Initially I thought I must have said something, something that would trigger you to answer me in such a way. But after some research I was left muddled, muddled as to at which point I or anyone else for that matter, asked for your life story. While I spoke on things relevant to the current day, why I signed with this promotion, what I'd do to you once we got inside of the ring, you took a different and much more mundane approach. You spoke about your childhood and upbringing as if it held any relevancy. Chloé Leuthard doesn't care if you wanted to be a footballer for the first ten years of your life and I can assure you while I have not met those in charge of this company and how it is ran, the Architects will not either. While it is a cute little story I am certain you'll be able to tell your children one day, I am completely baffled as to why you decided to open up to me, to the audience so early into your career. Perhaps you're looking for sympathy or to score points with other people who fall on their backstory when they realise they have little talent, but if you act like a victim when we step between the ropes I will smack the tears out of you and leave you flustered in a pool of your own vomit. Despite what you thought as a child, wrestling is not a comic book come to life. It is not imaginary or fictitious, for some this is a way to get an income and others a chance to prove that they're the top of their field at something and I am a woman who falls into the latter category."
"When you addressed me, you labelled me a beautiful bombshell. A confident blonde woman insinuating that those are my only striking qualities. You neither called me an underdog or a tough opposition, never questioning the reason that I am here in Wrestleworld like I did you. Sure I labelled you as no match for me, but I at least acknowledged you must of had some form of talent to justify being here. You did not give me the same respect, instead explaining that you don't hit women and don't lay your hands on them, before thoroughly and ironically explaining how you'd throw me across the ring before making me tap out. Yes I admit, I am hot. This lingerie alone shows enough breast and thigh for men to be salivating and women to be sneaking off to the bathroom for some alone time. Just because I flaunt my sexual prowess it does not mean those are my only qualities. You present yourself as a gentleman however have already given plenty of evidence you only see women for their looks which I would deem as quite sexist from you. I was not just hired by Wrestleworld, by the Jaywalker to be a blonde in a bikini to entertain the crowd and help transition from one match to the next. While you might be destined to explore the lower levels of this promotion for a year before pissing off back to the burrows of England, I was brought in to be a star, to be the face. I am much more than you perceive me to be and I fear that how closed-minded you are will more than likely be your downfall in this match. I am a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu practitioner, I assist in running one of the largest philanthropist organisations in Central Europe. I have modelled for Prada and Stutterheim. If you truthfully believe that I have been brought in to be a pretty face you are mistaken. While there is only one Chloé Leuthard you can find a dozen Harry Sterling's on the streets of London. I'm quite convinced I've already seen another Englishman who wears a scarf and can lift weights having signed to Wrestleworld. I find your insinuations to be amusing as well as ironic. One thing you managed to get right is that I am not textbook, because I am something that cannot be easily studied and beaten, I am much more talented and something much more difficult to handle. You'll be nothing more than a spectator once I have finished with you, being sent to the sidelines once I've exposed your lack of talent, forced to watch as the Destroying Angel lifts Wrestleworld to a golden paradise. Bathe in the revolution as Chloé Leuthard enraptures the world and intoxicates her doubters. You might be a sceptic now, Harry Sterling, but I assure you when I rest my boot on your chest as my hand is risen, you'll start to see I am so much more than an attractive blonde with shiny lips and a cute foreign accent." | |
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