Post by Coda on Jun 17, 2017 5:40:47 GMT -5
DATE: 06.15.17
LOCATION: Philadelphia, PA
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As the YouTube video sparked to life, Coda sat on a park bench with her hands gently folded on her lap. With a pure white collared shirt with long sleeves and short cuffs, the enigmatic woman looked down with her long brown hair blocking her face from view. Cascading down towards her knees, the strands of her mane were perfectly straight as she began to speak, a melodic tone in the way she let the words exit her lips.
"I have lost the battle, however, I have won the war."
The words were almost said with disdain, still yet to look up at the camera lens.
"I have successfully sent Mason Moore to the hospital — hurt him so tremendously that he has not been cleared to compete at the next Sunday Night Glory. I have done as I have promised. I have continued to build the myth surrounding the name Coda into something to be feared, something no smart individual would dare take lightly. I have carefully orchestrated a path, carved a swath through Redemption Wrestling in my own special way, and I have sent various members of the roster to the ER as I have foretold."
She scoffed lightly, the verbal representation of patting herself on the back for the accomplishments she's achieved in such a short time.
"This does not satisfy me."
With that, those dark hazy eyes pierced the jungle of her hair and glared directly towards you.
"I would be a fool to rest on my laurels. I would be a fool to be satisfied with sending Mason Moore to the hospital and walking out on my own two feet. I am no fool. I did as I have planned in my own special way and still I feel incomplete. Still, I cannot help but feel like I have failed."
Brushing her hair out of her eyes with her palm, her other hand gripped her gray plaid miniskirt. Fidgeting with the little crinkles in the material, that cold expression adorn her face hadn't changed from her usual stoic glance.
"The decision was clear: Mason Moore was carried away to the ER as the winner. The record books will not mention my actions have sent him to be laid out with minor injuries aplenty via my own hand. History will not look at this match as the night I have cemented myself as one of the best here in Redemption Wrestling, no. This has yet to be proven. I am sure it is true, however, I need to perform several actions to solidify this claim."
With the quick tilt of the head, she highlighted her next few words.
"It is elegant in its simplicity, yes? I am beyond an agenda. I am beyond making trite comparisons to myself and mythical creatures. I am honest. To this, I tell you without a hint of deceivability that I wish to evoke a powerful aura around myself which trumps every ridiculous moniker anyone could have created for themselves."
Coda smiles ever so softly at the thought until it disappears shortly thereafter.
"I wish to continue to win matches. I wish to continue to break the mold. I wish to leave a poignant impact on each opponent I face until this aura surrounding my name becomes so prevalent that Redemption Wrestling is forced to understand I am not simply yet another rookie to the sport of professional wrestling. I am different. I am powerful. I am Coda. This should be sufficient."
Looking down again, she watches her long fingers toying with the wrinkles of her skirt. Her loud passionate voice gave way to a near whisper.
"Xaria Karloff has asked me... Why would I do what I have done to her husband Martin Karloff? She believed like so many others that an antiquated monolog was incoming about the agenda I had in dispatching her husband in the context of a wrestling match. I told her I had no agenda. I have the feeling she did not believe this."
Looking back up towards the camera, she shook her head.
"People have become so accustomed to agendas in wrestling so much so where people like Xaria search for one where none exists. It is sad. It discouraged me to see him pass out during the choke. I wished to continue the match, however, 'The Monster Messiah's' body was too weak to carry on. The referee had stopped the match to my dismay and while I considered beginning the match once again on my own terms... I decided against it. And still, the question is asked. Why? How could I do such a thing? I defeated 'The Monster Messiah' and proved I was stronger in the context of a wrestling match. I fail to see this as anything other than straightforward."
Scratching the side of her face, she continued.
"This leads me towards the future. This leads me to the next episode of Sunday Night Glory. Allow me to be clear: I appreciate the actions of Caroline O’Hara Burchill. I do not know her. I will not pretend to understand the agenda she might have or might not have had, however... I would like address Caroline for one moment."
Fixing the top button on her collar, she straightened out her back on the pack bench as her feet touched the grass beneath. The light blue Philadelphia sky hovered in the background, so picturesque in its beauty that it could inspire paintings across the pantheon of different art styles.
"I thank you. This championship oppotunity you have given me will not go to waste, I assure you. I would like to add a hardy congratulations for defeating Jeremy Starling at WrestleForce. In this case, Jeremy was not '#BornBetter' than you."
With that, her stoic expression changed to a small polite smile. It was a rare sight. She addressed everyone else listening now.
"Let it be known that I did not drop down to my knees and beg Devlin Scott for this championship opportunity. For all intensive purposes, I have earned it. Caroline could have mentioned any name on the entire roster and I was the name that came out of her mouth. In an iconic moment, in one single word, I was thrust into the championship title picture without complaining a single time. The rest of the Redemption Wrestling roster does not understand that this is possible. It is disheartening to know of their stupidity in this regard."
"Let it too be known that I will not be satisfied with sending Jeremy Starling to the hospital whilst I walk away as the loser. I intend on leaving the arena as the next Young Lions Champion — and should Jeremy Starling end up in the ER as well in my quest to become a champion, this would be a happy accident."
The chilling words came out effortlessly like she was reading a shopping list.
"It is not personal. I am sure Jeremy Starling is aware. However, considering I will not stop and consider the fact that he himself has told me that I should not hold back... It is simply a possibility."
With hands folded in her lap like she was in school, she continues to speak these monstrous things without a hint of regret.
"It is possible Jeremy Starling will not walk out of the arena at all. It is possible the man I call a friend leaves in critical condition, worse than even Mason Moore when he was driven away in an ambulance after our WrestleForce encounter. You must understand, however, that the Young Lions Championship is on the line. The lengths I will go to achieve this item is near limitless, I assure you."
"While I have officially made it into the Rags 2 Riches match, I willingly sacrificed this opportunity in order to beat Mason Moore senseless. It was enjoyable. However, I have moved forward. I am fully committed to toting the Young Lions Championship over my head, thus growing the aura I have created for myself significantly. I am fully devoted to achieving things thought impossible to some in an attempt to become the most dangerous champion Redemption Wrestling has ever seen. The one thing standing in the way of this goal is Jeremy Starling and in case some still believe I would go easy on a man I consider a friend, allow me to put this theory to rest:"
With a chilling stare that could give anyone goosebumps, she tilted her head again for emphasis.
"Friend or foe... I will seek to severely injure Jeremy Starlings all the same if it means walking away with the Young Lions Championship. In the ring, we are not friends. In the ring, we are opponents. I do not discriminate. Neither should he."
"And should the career of Jeremy Starling end because of me... It simply adds to the aura."
Without a single expression, Coda swiftly added more.
"Good luck... Friend. I am sorry. Forgive me for what I must do."
"I will win the battle, however, I will win the war."
With those words, the YouTube video fades to black and comes to an end.
