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Topic Started: Mar 30 2017, 09:26 PM (75 Views)
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[align=center]A blue curtain, and the VORTEX Wrestling logo. Nothing extraordinary as the scene opens up, but it doesn't take long for things to get... strange. A girl stumbles into the view of the camera, her head shifting, gaze wandering, as though she's in search of something--and she just as swiftly finds it, eyes locking firmly on the camera's lens. She is far from the standard modern grappler; her attire is dated, anachronistic even. A leather corset. Brass goggles. And, most strikingly... pointed ears. The girl tilts her head to the side, brunette locks spilling as she wanders closer and closer to the camera...

"Is... this it?" She hazards a glance off camera, getting confirmation from some unseen source. She drags her attention back to the audience. "Wow! It's so small, though! I'd have thought a scrying device so powerful would be... I don't know, bigger. Geez, I wish I'd thought of it, though!"

Behind her, another figure lumbers into view. He's bigger, substantially so, easily towering over the... uh, elf. A thick mask, resembling rusted iron, encases his entire head. He walks with purpose, with definition... but with no signs of grace. He both looks and moves like a machine. The girl arcs her back, peering back to the towering beast behind her. "The coliseums back home would have loved this, huh Gamma?" Gamma, the man with the metal head, gives a firm nod... and not much else. It's enough of a response to satisfy the young woman, who once more turns to the camera. This time, she stands up straight, hands resting atop her hips.

"Well then! WORLD OF VORTEX WRESTLING!," she booms, clearly struggling to sound powerful. "I am AGATHA EDISON--Elven inventor, alchemist, and adventurer! And this..." She gives a very nonchalant wave back at the huge fellow. "That's Gear Gamma. He doesn't talk much. AND WE--"

She clutches a fist, flexing awkwardly.

"--ARE THE GEAR SOCIETY! We have come to TAKE OVER your silly magicless world--"

She stops. She unflexes. She unclenches the fist, and turns back to Gear Gamma.

"Take over...? That's a little bold, isn't it? We're not really here to take over, I don't want people to get the wrong idea--" She turns back to the camera. "We're just here to... liven the place up a bit. I guess. I don't know. I hadn't thought this through all that much, alright! I just saw an opportunity to go somewhere new, found out you guys don't have iron golems or elves or magic or, or... much of anything. Except engines, but they're powered by what? Degraded dinosaurs? Or... coal, yeesh. You've got electricity, sure, but it doesn't come from WIZAAARDS, now does it?! Boring. Boring, boring, boring. So we're here to make stuff... UN-boring! And we're gonna start..."

Agatha breathes in deep, nodding to herself.

"We're gonna start with your sports entertainment venues. A combat environment, watched and enjoyed by millions around the globe? Of COURSE that's the most OBVIOUS place to begin pumping enchantment and fantasy into your homes! Just you guys wait, you're gonna be having so much fun that you won't even know what to do with yourselves.

Isn't that right, Gamma?"

Gamma gives another big, steady nod, identical to the one he gave earlier.

"Right. So uh..." Agatha glances off screen again, to whoever informed her about the camera. "When do we get our first bout? Our first fight? Our first round of BLOODSPORT--" There's some brief murmuring off camera, and Agatha's enthusiasm visibly sinks. "Whaaat? We gotta wait 'til THEN? But I wanna wrestle nooow! Gear Gamma, tell 'em to let us wrestle now!"

Though she pleads with the massive automaton(?), he doesn't respond.
Not a shrug, not a statement.

Not even a nod this time.

"Psh. Fine. You're no fun, Gamma.

VERY WELL THEN!

Until next time...

I'll see you beautiful people in the ring!"

Though her statement has an air of finality, Agatha then just... stops. She stares at the camera. Moments pass. She begins to fidget, tossing glances from one side to the other. She lightly clears her throat. "Uh... how do I turn this thing off? Do I just--" And, before anyone can stop her, she reaches out... gloved palm covering the camera's lens.


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