Notes

When a legend has the undying will of stepping into the ring to proclaim her place at the top, random mundanes seated in the arena have no choice but to bow. A red queen is supposed to walk and talk with confidence, and though the Poison Goddess' blood has always been different than other human beings claiming a place somewhere on Earth, and she would never dare to allow a certain hair dye to define her, what made her a crimson icon was her sense of justice; or rather, lack thereof. Sooner rather than later, humans surrender their bright side to their darkness, sinking under the ocean unable to discover a direction towards the shore. However, Taeler Hendrix wasn't born like any other human. She was birthed in a laboratory, taught to showcase a human side that she lacked. Alas, others thought they were the ones loved by her, but the only thing that she truly loved, was success. Time and time again, people disobeyed her proclamations, not even listening to what she said she was capable of. A big mistake on their behalf, certainly. Time and time again, those same people would end up bent and broken inside the squared circle, with their egos and presumed neverending confidence destroyed; kissing this goddess' feet no less than minutes away from their arrival backstage. Thus, with so many untalented little snits rushing to shower her with compliments and beg for future mercy, of course people would start rumours - Taeler Hendrix is nothing, a whore, untalented, yet somehow an intriguing legend. Why do so many people's opinions on Taeler contradict each other? A question easy as a feather to respond. Most people on this planet's surface, are dumb; some people, though rarely, are Artificial Intelligences from the future, sent here to prevent an apocalypse or something like that. Even more rare, are people with something inside their brain - goals, aspirations, confidence. Smart people appreciate ones who know exactly what they want. They appreciate somebody like Taeler Hendrix making a statement by not only wrestling females, but also the opposite gender. Definetly one not to be meddled with, she has proven time and time again that she is capable of accomplishing whatever she sets her mind to.
Minutes after RCW's statement that the first-ever Women's Champion will be returning to the company, Taeler grabbed her personal assistant, as a video recording of spoken word commenced.
"I'm aware that all of you missed me, therefore, I need no introductions. But to those of you who are unaware of who I am - my name is Taeler Hendrix. The first Women's Champion in this company. I'm no God, no devil, but whenever I step into this blessed RCW ring, I manage to somehow conquer. Please, for your well-being, completely avoid crossing me at all costs; otherwise, you will all be in the hospital, feeling bad for your sorry selves. I, however, will not care. I will thrive. Those who do not believe my words, soon will. Who knows what's in store for the single best talent on the roster? Time will only tell. You'll be left counting the days until my awaited return."
She soon disappeared, aware that she likely left the audience in the sun about whenever and wherever her return would take place; but whatever she decided to do - was sure to be an epic turn of events for whoever her target was.