Post by Coda on Jan 11, 2017 6:40:26 GMT -5
It's late at night and you're browsing the internet like usual. YouTube video after YouTube video, you consume each one with more vigor than the last. Suddenly, something catches your eye. YouTube recommends it, but you do not recognize the figure in the preview box. It's a woman with dark brown hair and shadowy features. You can tell she's attractive, but not in the typical buxom blonde way that usually catches your eye. Intrigued, you decide to click on it, and before you even realize, after a long and tedious ad for Old Spice, the woman speaks to you.
You've heard the name before. It was a popular federation, and you enjoyed what little you've seen so far.
Her voice was soft, mysterious yet somehow almost kind. She stood in a dark room with a single lightbulb lazily swinging back and forth. It was a simple room, no frills, and no stage. It looked like a room you would expect someone such as her to reside just as many others with the same first impression have done thousands of times before.
The comment was obviously a not so subtle jab at Chris Constantine, but still, she spoke. Quickly, she tugged from the stereotype with both hands.
The words were true and genuine, those harsh brown eyes looking directly at you through the computer. You didn't know what to expect next, but the words she spoke were as poignant as anything else you've ever heard.
This wasn't going the way you expected it to at all.
Just as she said the words, the familiar text popped up on screen. Suddenly, everything started to make more sense.
The way she spoke gave you chills. English was obviously her second language, given the way she spoke, but the way she addressed the camera with an almost cavalier attitude, confident in every single word she spoke... It gave the impression that this woman wasn't all she appeared to be on the surface.
You noticed a poll, and once the video came to an abrupt end, you considered voting. The comment section was mixed, and you couldn't help the feeling that someone was judging you based on your choice.
"Redemption Wrestling..."
"Allow me to introduce myself."
"I do not consider myself a god, nor do I expect you to 'evolve,'"
"I do not consider myself all powerful, nor do I expect you to bow at my feet."
"I do not consider myself weak, an up-and-comer trying to capture something out of my reach, and I do not consider myself like a small deer you need to protect."
"I wish you would call me Coda, for I am going to be in action on January 15th, 2017."
01.15.17
"A local Japanese fighter is scheduled to fight against me. It is the match Mr. Devlin Scott personally ordered I compete in. It is to show him and the rest where I belong on the roster, and it is supposed to be my stage where I show you all what I am made of."
"Then why is it that such Japanese fighter is so unlucky? Why must he suffer and get sent to the ER because of Mr. Devlin Scott's obliviousness? I highly doubt that Mr. Scott meant for such things to happen out of malice, but I do not see this match going any other way. The EMTs should be informed in their native tongue and they should be ready to storm the ring the second that final bell sounds and not a second more."
"It's the merciful thing to do, Mr. Scott."
"I considered a second possibility. I considered not fighting such an innocent little lamb whatsoever. I considered walking away and leaving that man be, but that would not please Mr. Scott. That would not please the Redemption Wrestling fans. But then I remembered..."
"I do not care."
"Do I let the man walk free on his own volition, or do I give him room and board at the nearest hospital? Do I make Devlin happy by grinding his chosen one to dust in my debut, or do I hold out for something better?"
"Which do you prefer, comment section? I may just let you decide his fate."
"Or I may just ignore your opinion altogether, but it doesn't hurt to respond, does it?"
