Post by Coda on Apr 15, 2017 17:17:42 GMT -5
DATE: 04.12.17
LOCATION: Battle Creek
CAMERA STATUS: ON / OFF
Once noticing the video, you're well aware that it's shorter than the usual promotional video that others would usually shell out around this time. The thumbnail contains pictures of three faces you couldn't quite recognize at first glance. Given the fact that it's small on your device's screen and dark in color, curiosity gets the best of you. With the click of a button or a touch of the screen, the cinematic begins to play.
A peaceful city dressed in blue and white sprawled across the embedded video inside the Redemption Wrestling website. Several cars speed across the highways in a blur of headlights while streetlamps coat the side of the highways for the sole purpose of lighting the way once night envelops the scene. The sidewalks remain clear of pedestrians and while graffiti clings to the side of several concrete buildings like a leech sucking out the lifeblood of the city itself, a subtle clicking meets your eardrums.
As the camera quickly shuffled down to the street level below using what you could only imagine were carefully crafted special effects to speed up the production value, you noticed the sidewalks weren't so empty after all. One woman stood beside the graffiti while the once clean scenery drenched in blues and whites now looked to be tainted with a thick yellow tint.
The woman's features were unique with pale skin and piercing dark eyes. With a large popped collar that extended from a modest V-neck in her long sleeved shirt, Coda's hands were hidden behind her back while she began to speak in that methodical way she's been known to do ever since she's debuted within Redemption Wrestling itself.
"I am not like you."
The words were simple, coated in an unseen ominous glow that floated over every word she ever spoke. The way she had a hard time looking into the camera itself was eerie in appearance, her body refusing to move with the words she spoke.
"When I have failed to complete a task successfully, I do not complain. I do not break down and beg for attention on social media like so many others have done before me. I am not so childish. I accept the shortcomings I possess and I strive to improve."
She tilted her head slightly, examining the lens that recorded the video you were watching right now.
"Corey Bull stands as a legend among men. He is a beast unleashed within Redemption Wrestling. He is one of the final members of the dying breed of monsters who was destined to dominate every single pathetic mortal who stood in the way. He is what I strive to become and at the same time, I know in my heart that the days where monsters like Corey Bull roamed the wrestling landscape like unstoppable lumbering titans have long since reached its crescendo."
You wondered what she could possibly mean, watching carefully as she spoke with such foreboding words.
"There is a certain beauty within this thought, yes? We have neared the final page. 'Monsters' such as Martin Karloff — 'The Monster Messiah' — can soon rest easy. They have reached their climax befitting of their strength and their eagerness to maim and destroy indiscriminately. Now a conclusion waits in the wings in favor of a new paradigm shift the likes of which we've seen coming from miles away."
The woman crossed her arms firmly, looking down on you as you watched the video carefully.
"The song drenched in cliches and etched in stories of monsters who blindly plundered companies until the infrastructure collapsed around them is reaching its end. Men referring to themselves as gods will soon fall by the wayside. Arrogance will give way to confidence and wrestling will become a much better place for all in what I like to call the inevitable new age that will naturally establish itself as we move forward in time."
The passion in her words spoke volumes despite the fact that her pitch had barely changed in every word she spoke.
"A man called Magnus Gunner spoke of The New Age as the opposite — a wrestling landscape where peace would be achieved with violence. It was a stupid outlook fueled by a man who thought he had evolved past the point of being a mortal. He was a foolish arrogant asshole who likened himself a god — consider him a more charismatic Anton Chase — and yet... against all odds... within the nonsensical ramblings of a man certifiably insane lied a golden kernel of truth."
She smiled subtly, although it was a little hard to tell.
"It is hard for me to put into words, however, you must understand that while I was a fan of wrestling just like any other, Magnus' words inspired me to begin to train a couple years ago deep in the heart of San Francisco."
"I am human. I am no god. The New Age — the version I have foreseen based on recent trends and free from any controversial religious connotations — is achievable. Most of it will likely happen naturally over time, however, my plan to speed up the process is simple and concise:"
With words a little louder, she explained the process in easy to understand terms.
"I will forcibly knock sense into every single person within Redemption Wrestling who remains delusional and oblivious to reality until they understand that they are human who can bleed just like everyone else."
"I would have done the same either way but it does make things seem so much more official with a simple name attached to the process, yes?"
As Coda paused, thinking about it for a moment, she leaned against the wall caked with graffiti behind her. With her arms wrapped around her back, she continued to speak. Now, she had a much more playful tone of voice sprinkled into her usual methodical phrasing.
"On second thought, grandiose agendas annoy me worse than Mason Moore will annoy me as a tag team partner in this upcoming Strange Bedfellows match."
"How about I just beat everybody senseless — broken and beaten beyond repair — until Devlin Scott decides to notice instead?"
"Yes. This sounds like a proper agenda to me."
The video comes to a close, zooming out of the Michigan city as Coda begins to walk back to her apartment.
