Chloé Leuthard
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Posts : 17
Join date : 2019-09-02
Location : Sacramento, California
 |  Subject: Chloé Leuthard - Promo VI  Wed Oct 30, 2019 7:18 pm | |
| The camera opens in an unfamiliar setting. The walls are cream white, with a large blue wardrobe filled with dresses and accessories taking up the backshot. Closer to the lens sits a dressing table, mirror propped upon it, with small identical light bulbs decorating the frame. The seating is similar to a director chair, the name "C. Leuthard" printed on the support in white letters. Abruptly, a dazzling blonde attired in a shimmering red dress enters the frame, her heels add at least four inches to her frame, putting her close to six foot. Turning her head to the camera with a vague look, she swipes her hair backwards and sits down on the chair, patting the fabric of her dress to the side, resting a hand on the arm of the chair.
"This is what you wanted, WrestleWorld. You didn't care for me, or Harry Sterling or the abundance of young and prospering talent coming through the doors, oh no. You wanted the far past their prime athletes to explode onto the scene, icons and legends with name value and nothing more to take this promotion by storm from the off. Here's a little tip from someone with experience managing a business, when you fill the head of the company with old ideas the cobwebs will come to fruition rather quickly. When you put part-time talent at the core of your roster the prospects you're shoving to the bottom of the barrel will lose interest abruptly. You could argue I was given the first ever main event spot at Chapter One, but we all knew what the end goal of this promotion was coming into it. Irrelevant people pushing themselves into the spotlight in a pathetic attempt to capture the glory days of five or six years before. The problem with a historic approach is that long after these people are in the ground, I will still be thriving. There is a simple standard of appreciation that I expect from management, from the audience that hasn't been met as of yet, but post Violent Delights I expect their tune to change."
Chloé begins applying make-up to her face, leaning out of her chair to do so and turning away from the camera. She admires her arched brows and cerulean optics, bathing in her own narcissism for an uncomfortable amount of time. Beginning with moisturiser she paints little pads on her forehead and almost symmetrical cheekbones, rubbing the cosmetic cream into her skin effortlessly, using the tip of her finger. She takes a long time in adding foundation and concealer to her look, as if she has forgotten the camera is there, or perhaps she just values the WrestleWorld audience with such little compassion.
"Chloé Leuthard beating Jacob Senn is more mental than physical at this point. It is clear to me that you do not care about this promotion, that the false faith those in management placed within you isn't enough to salivate your thirst, your drive to conquer this promotion. If me beating you senseless and photographing the scene for the world to see wasn't enough to light a fire inside of you I am not sure what is. Your lack of ambition is why I declared that those in management and those in the audience are so fickle and inferior to me, placing their hopes and liking into a man who would not reciprocate those feelings, in you. I am someone with that hunger and desire, a woman who does have what it takes to lead this promotion and represent it on a national and international level. I just want a little fire from you, a fire that I can eventually snuff out while gaining the admiration and the plaudits from the fans. Our bout should be a classic, it should be the inauguration of my domination over this industry but at this moment I value you more like an old dog, who cannot control his bowels, a decaying animal that needs to be taken out back and put out of its misery. This may sound a little self involved but your lack of words, your lack of passion is really putting me in a bad mood. You're ruining something that I have been aspiring to since I started out in this business and that something is killing the mystique and the legacy that is Jacob Senn as a leader, as a main event talent."
Taking an eyebrow brush, Chloé darkens her brows before using a gel to hold them into place. She then reaches over and curls her digits around a bigger brush, stroking bronzer onto her cheekbones and temples, stopping just above her eyebrows, making her face look more slimmer and shimmery. She lightly brushes the bottom of her lashes with a mascara stick before blinking and stroking the mascara brush onto her thicker upper lashes.
"So, when it comes down to it I'll be blunt, you've frustrated me, I thought you would put up more of a fight than you have, one attempted attack which I easily rolled away from and that is where you pause, where you surrender. I am hated for giving the people what deep down they deserve, their hero vanquished, the accustomed poster boy demoralised and beaten. You do not get to come here and dampen my sparkle, something you have done to countless over people throughout your career. I said it before but I'm going to emphasise the point, I am not going to stop until you leave this promotion, my promotion. You can go elsewhere and grace them with mediocrity but I refuse to play a part and be another name you overcame to the delight and euphoria of your idiotic fan base. I am walking into Violent Delights with a mission and I will battle and claw until you are down in the darkness with no hope of a comeback story. Now if you'll excuse me I have somewhere to be prior to kicking your ass and ending your facade. Unlike you some of us actually want WrestleWorld to be a success, some of us want to compete and show the misjudgements laid upon them are false. Au revoir to you."
After taking a liquid lipstick and brushing it briefly against her puckered lips, the blonde bombshell stands and pushes her chair in, patting her lips down with a fingertip before posing mindlessly in the mirror. She brushes the opposing hand up her thigh, briefly cupping her breast before flicking her hair over her shoulder. Instead of turning off the camera she pivots on her heel and exits through the side door, leaving the lens to slowly fade out to black. | |
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