I Am The Redeemer!

I thought that I was done with donning this damn mask. I thought that, once I carried out the mission that I'd been given last year... Once I meted out justice as only I can, that I'd never have to look through these eyes again. I guess I was wrong. I guess that Life... Fate... Had other plans for me.

My purpose is to constantly keep moving forward... Constantly look to the future. Instead, I find myself revisiting the past, having to reclaim a persona that I'd hoped to have left behind permanently. I guess I can be alright with that, this time. I have to be. After all, someone once said that you have to occasionally take one step backwards in order to take two steps forward.

You're standing there, looking over your entire body. You check every nuance, feel every synaptic explosion that is required for sensation. The oppressive feel of a full body suit, black in color, covers every hair, every skin cell, every pore. You feel the air that you breathe filling your lungs, hear the hissing of said air as it's drawn into your body. The almost imperceptible caress of your eyelids against your eyeballs as the lids open and close automatically, a reflex that you only control when necessary. Black covers virtually every millimeter of your body, save for your head.

Though, you stand in front of a mirror, you're totally incapable of seeing your facial features. All that is there in place of your head is a blur. That blur makes you indistinguishable. No clear-cut hair style, no clear-cut skin tone, not even so much as the outlines of the ears can be seen as you look straight ahead. You purse your lips, sliding your tongue against them as you shut your eyes tightly, feeling a burning sensation. Once opened, you can feel the cool, wet feeling of tears. Those tears aren't big enough to do more than wet your lower eyelashes, but they're still there. You raise your left hand, fingers splayed out, a black mask covering it. No openings for the nose mouth or eyes, you're all too familiar with how claustrophobic this infernal piece of black cloth makes you once put on.

This mask has been the source of much pain and suffering. This mask has been symbolic of the wrath of those who have chosen to utilize my services as the weapon that I have become. Despite the discomfort... Despite the labored breathing... Despite the impaired vision... Despite the near-overwhelming heat that gets trapped beneath it whenever I'm carrying out my missions, its purpose has always been executed with ruthless precision. Now, that mission forces me to enter the Global Division of Wrestling ring.

You inhale deeply through your nose, holding that breath in your lungs for a few moments, allowing yourself to feel the full sensation in the pit of your stomach before releasing it, blowing it out through your mouth. For a moment, while you were holding that breath, you closed your eyes, images of past victims succumbing to your might flashing on the darkness that is your eyelids.

My appearance is necessary and essential. My presence is unavoidable and irrevocable. The time has come for the sins of the GDW's stars to be reconciled. The time has come for the transgressions of the GDW's stars to be rectified. The time has come for the trespasses perpetrated by the stars of GDW to be punished.

You grit your teeth for a moment, relishing the sensation of bone pressing against bone, the feel of the enamel on the backs of your teeth as your tongue presses against them. You note the feel of the outlines between teeth and gums as you continue to stare into the black eyes of the mask.

No man, no woman, no team is safe. All have sinned... All sins must be redeemed. My job is to insure that that happens... At GDW's Civil War, the stars of GDW will welcome a force that they've never encountered... Will endure an event that they won't quite be able to comprehend. To the victor goes an opportunity to face Kayla Redfield for the GDW World Championship.

You look into the palm of your right hand as you flex your fingers, closing that hand repeatedly into a fist. You close it one last time, gazing at the knuckles of your hand before closing your eyes.

My purpose isn't to become champion... My purpose is to do what's necessary in a world where sinners run rampant. My purpose is to serve as a force of justice... My purpose is to thwart the lawlessness that threatens to undermine what the GDW is all about.

You stop, pulling the black fabric over your head. You make sure that it fits properly and snug, stop for a few moments to become accustomed to the fit and the discomfort that comes with wearing the mask. You look through the eyes of the mask, checking out the reflection in the mirror.

I AM THE REDEEMER...! YOUR REDEMPTION IS IN MY HANDS!