Chloe's Christmas Chronicles. | PROJECT: UNDERGROUND II.
Dec 15, 2021 19:14:47 GMT -5
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|| THE CHRONICLES OF CHLOE. ||
EPISODE 002: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS.
CROYDON, LONDON.
Christmas is no fun when you're poor.
Chloe Carter thought to herself as she served yet another dish of soup that did not look appealing at all, she wore a somewhat fake smile on her face but truthfully, she didn’t mind being here. Here, being a local soup kitchen located not far from where she grew up. It was actually Chloe’s idea to volunteer some of her valuable free time, something that quite surprised Danielle. What wasn’t so surprising was the fact she had originally attempted to purchase multiple gourmet meals to give to those who were either homeless or just in need, after being told that it wasn’t the best idea, she’d settled on helping to make lunch and donating more than enough food to ensure the regulars would have a good and proper Christmas dinner when the day rolled around.
“This is almost barbaric, no one should live like this.” Chloe muttered to Dani who nodded in agreement, Dani could see the positive in the situation they were currently in, she was being able to make sure as many people as possible didn’t have to live on an empty stomach plus she had donated things such handwarmers, scarves, gloves, sweaters and woolly hats to ensure said people wouldn’t freeze in the harsh December winter. Chloe on the other hand just saw the situation for what it was, depressing as hell. Her eyes fell on a young girl seated beside an older man, presumably her father, and Chloe’s heart momentarily sank, as she gazed in their direction, she became lost in thought, remembering the years she spent on the short end of the stick.
25TH DECEMBER 2006.
At the tender age of 10, Chloe Carter already knew that her family would probably never get to experience the glorious, glamorous and slightly over the top Christmases that people in the movies did. What she didn’t know was why her family would have to miss out on that experience. She didn’t mind this too much though because her father and brothers always ensured that the day was fun, they’d play board games, make snowmen and snow angels if they were lucky enough to receive snow etc, she also got to eat as much (what she thought to be good quality) food as she wanted without getting in trouble for it and she’d get a present or two! That was more than enough to keep her happy, plus, she could never really miss the experience she hadn’t been lucky enough to ever have.
This particular Christmas seemed to be extra.. sad though. For some reason her brothers seemed to lack the energy to play the most simple of games with her, there didn’t seem to be as much food for the family and she hadn’t even seen her father yet for he had left to work before she awoke. What Chloe didn’t know was that everyone had scrimped and saved, picked up as many hours at work as possible and offered to work as many odd jobs for just about anyone to pick up some more cash so they could afford the one thing every child Chloe’s age wanted - the newly released Nintendo Wii. The console, along with the game were second hand of course but the quality was good enough, sure, her relatives were exhausted, a little miserable and over having to work but it would all be worth it to see the smile on little Chloe’s face when she was allowed to open the singular, rather large wrapped gift.
“Can I open it now? Can I open it now? Can I pleaseeeee open it now?” Chloe asked yet again, her focus hadn’t been on the Christmas movie that was playing on the television for about the past half an hour.
“Not yet, we’ve got to wait until dad and Tyler come home.” One of her brothers said with a soft chuckle, rolling his eyes which prompted the young girl to pout. She’d been told roughly one hundred times that her father and older brother were returning from work now and that they had to pick up something to add to their dinner but of course, she didn’t really care about that.
After what felt like an eternity, her father and brother returned home, her brother carrying a large silver steel tray with something wrapped in tin foil sitting in the centre, which she nearly knocked out of his hands as she hugged her dad. It took even longer to explain that they had to eat before she could have her gift and that her dad needed to quickly shower and sort himself out before they could even eat but finally, a full Chloe was ready to rip into the gift. She squealed as she tore away the festive wrapping paper, her excitement growing as she realised what it was. Her friends at school had been raving about the Wii ever since it had came out, never did it cross her mind that she’d get one for herself.
“Can we play it?!” She gasped, holding the heavy box up, waving it around. Her father chuckled and patted the spot on the couch beside him for her to come and sit, which she did. Her brothers took the box from her and began to set it up, as Chloe munched on the bowl of haribo sweets her father was eating, leaning in to him.
“Merry Christmas Chloe.” Her father smiled, kissing her head, a sad smile on his features.
“Merry Christmas dad, you’re the best!” She replied, genuinely meaning every word. Something inside her told her that her dad wasn’t actually as happy as he was trying to be and that upset her and as genuinely happy as she was in this moment, she vowed to herself to never let Christmas be like this again.
“I’ve never seen so many unprivileged people in my entire life! I hope everyone who’s watching this knows that they and these people here are the reason why I donate to charity. Everyone deserves even a fraction of what I can afford!” Chloe turned to Danielle, turning her nose up, Dani rolled her eyes.
Yup, regular old Chloe was back.
- - -
I’m used to living a life where I am carefree. I don’t have to worry about cooking my own meals, I’ve got a personal chef for that. I don’t have to worry about managing my money, I have an accountant, I don’t have to worry about doing my hair or choosing a flawless outfit to rock, I’ve got a team for that, shoutout to the GOAT, Danielle Cox by the way. I also don’t have to worry about paying my bills, I’m practically a millionaire.
You know who’s life isn’t great?
Scar’s.
I’m not even going to pretend I hate saying this, I TOLD YOU SO, I TOLD YOU ALL!
I warned Virgil whatshisname and the rest of the world that I’ve come here to not just take part, but to take over, I promised you all that Project: Underground is MY playground and as per usual, I kept my promise. And now? I’m making that promise again. I’ve proven once that I am the model warrior everyone should strive to be and there’s nothing, including Savannah Sunshine’s boy of the month, that’s going to stop me from proving it again and I refuse to be told that my mentality and lifestyle aren’t the right ways of living by any self proclaimed holier than thou bitch. Miss me with the bullshit that Scar is going to beat me and don’t make me laugh!
I’m being serious, I don’t want to get wrinkles.
But ANYWAYS, nowadays, I really like Christmas, this season is deemed the most wonderful time of year for a very good reason y’know? It is a little disappointing to know that all I’m going to be receiving this year from my opponent is a lacklustre amount of effort and a match that, if he’s lucky, will last five minutes but we’re all about looking on the bright side of these parts! I suppose it’s not all doom and gloom, despite what you may think, I’m a very generous woman so giving Scar the beatdown of a lifetime AND the opportunity to be up close and personal with the best thing to happen to wrestling since.. ever is really no big deal! Those things are what every sane man and woman would want for Christmas anyways, I’m not just saying this either, I’ve had plenty of.. questionable offers made by questionable people, the people all want a bit of me and whilst they cannot be blamed in the slightest, even if Chloe XO is the gift that just keeps on giving, there’s only so much of me.
Scar, this is a warning shot before I hit you with everything I’ve got and then some. Try me. I couldn’t care less about your motivations or your measly family name if I tried, I’d say this isn’t personal but it is. Although it is personal, this is also bigger than just you, Scar. Everything is personal to me and everything is bigger than my opposition. You and every other bum on this roster stands in the way of me picking up more well deserved wins which will consequently put me one step closer to capturing that beautiful championship we’re all gunning for. And.. we can’t have anyone standing in my way, can we? The reason why I want to be the one to win that title first is I love being in a position where everyone envies me, the only thing I love more than being the vicious victor that everyone guns for is Dani. The hatred I receive fuels me, I’m not like the weak minded masses. The derogatory comments about my appearance, my gender, my style of fighting all make me want to achieve more just to stick it to those who say I can’t do this or that. It makes me smile like a kid on Christmas when I get that priceless sense of gratification where I come out on top of every cunt thrown my way. I’m not ready nor willing to ever let that feeling go. I’m never going to sink to the level of everyone else employed in this company. I was born to be at the top, I was bred for this type of hard earned success. And management wants to give me fodder after fodder who are all united in the ridiculous belief that they can use their pisspoor movesets and embarrassing abilities to be the one to knock me down a peg? Nope, it’s not happening. Screw all of you. Screw every single one of you who wishes ill upon me, screw every single one of you who plots to take away what belongs to me, damn every idiot who wants Scar to beat me straight down to hell.
You all need to realise that you’re in the era of Chloe fucking Carter, you’re all on MY brand, you all exist in MY world and there’s absolutetly nothing anyone can say or do that’ll change that. Scar, let me ask you a question, do you think I’m bluffing?
I hope you do.
Cause it’ll make fucking you up even sweeter.
Prepare yourself real good and kiss a happy Christmas with your loved ones goodbye because I’m going to have my hands wrapped around your thick neck, squeezing, adding pressure upon pressure, I’m going to feel your skin slowly turn cold, I’m going to smile when I see your face turn blue as the life slowly drifts from your eyes. All of your hope, aspirations, goals, and dreams will disintegrate into nothing.
“He could’ve really been something.” They’ll say.
“Another failed prodigy, oh what could’ve been.” They’ll scream.
All because of one person.
One person.
Me.