Post by "The Welsh Dragon" Dan White on Oct 22, 2012 23:00:36 GMT -4
Magic. The Dark Arts. Voodoo. Diabolism. Illusion.
A word that can be translated into any language, and still you would understand it. Sometimes an assuring word, but often a warning to stay clear. A warning to meddle in that which you do not understand. Sometimes, a tragic fate. Other times, an exploitation to the power that no man should ever be allowed. But always there. Always available.
You just have to look in the right places.
The scene opens up and to be frank, it could be anywhere in the world. It appears to be an old limestone-bricked building, but who can tell what it is from the inside. A church, a castle, perhaps even just a simple house built for peasants centuries ago. Either way, the archaic brickwork only attracts the attention for a moment. As the camera pans across and back giving us a full view of the items on show, one’s jaw would be loosened at the sight. Gauntlets, bows, axes, necklaces and other garments from centuries and millennia gone by hang across the wall. Some over intricate headboards, others within glass chambers, locked up and apparently, for viewing only. Then, sometimes there will be a metal box, these boxes of varying sizes, covered in chains and locks, clearly not for the eyes of the public. Whatever these boxes contain will likely forever remain a mystery.
Finally, the camera pans across to one corner of the room, where a hooded figure sits, his hands stretched out over various maps of sizes, detail and age. Some official, some crudely drawn by the lead of pencils perhaps over one hundred years old, but the hooded figure still takes it all in, analysing each part intricately. Village by village, cavern by cavern. Upon closer inspection, the maps can be deciphered as that from the South Eastern region of Asia, the area where APW are touring right at this moment in time.
We change to a different view, a side on view where the hooded man’s face can be seen from the nose downwards. Only his dark goatee can be viewed, his eyes shadowed by the darkness the hood hides. But suddenly a smile appears of the face of the man, and without apparently acknowledging the camera’s existence, he begins to speak.
Irver Famori: There is a reason that magic and mythology has been documented for so long in the annals of history.
His accent is Eastern European, but other indistinct to the untrained ear. A dark tone, one you would know carried a sly grin without ever looking at it.
Irver: There are people that just to ignore it. Refuse to acknowledge it. And then there are the people who are ignorant to it all. They do say after all, that ignorance is bliss, and perhaps this is true.
He quickly turns to the camera, pulling his hood off and revealing his bald head, almost greying skin and piercing glowing eyes. His expression changes from a smile to one of confusion.
Irver: Ignorance is bliss? How can anybody possibly say such a thing? If you knew as much as me…
His hands then scan the collection he has hung up or presented on the wall.
Irver: Everything I have here is important to the creation of this land. Some of which is well known, some of which is unclear. But everything here is fucking critical to land we live on.
He resumes his position, and the camera pans away, looking from behind Irver, as he explains himself and his past.
Irver: To elucidate the feeble minded, my name is Irver Famori. I collect artefacts and relics that hold great powers. Sometimes so dangerous that even simply to think about it conjures great danger. You see, from the times of creation, great items were made. Items that would be disguised as simple human desires, not desired for those with the will of the strong. They held great powers, from those of the god and angels that designed this world, to the demons and the undead that fought so courageously to seek their freedom. Some of the most simple items in the world, from a ring to a set of earrings, may hold the power to great powers.
Irver suddenly turns to the camera, showing an abrupt sign of a personality change, as he questions the motives of the cameraman.
Irver: Oh, but what’s this I hear you ask, magic isn’t real? Well friend, you’re simply mistaken, heheheh. You see magic is very real, it happens all the time. The enchantments that are buried deep within the soil, within the caverns and the rocks, and within the safes of this earth hold magic that would explain an otherwise unexplained sensation? Think about it, and trust me, think about it. Schizophrenia, Psychosis, even Sudden Unexpected Death Syndrome. These are all syndromes and illnesses with no apparent cure or reasoning, yet they happen for some reason.
He glazes closer to the camera
Irver: Yet if I was to tell you that the powers of those from the beginning, and ending of our bible were the reasoning for these conditions, I would be laughed at, yah? Well if I could prove it to you, that the angels and demons are responsible for the most powerful artefacts on Earth, would you believe me then?
The camera pans out again, and Irver composes himself from his rambling, giving out a relieved yet unconvincing smile.
Irver: So why professional wrestling? Well, I have to have a passion other than collecting my artefacts. I am good at what I do, and with the APW I can travel the world and get into any country of the company’s choosing. The Reliquia Venatores aren’t welcome in most countries, so the APW is my only way in, especially to the likes of South East Asia.
His smile turns to a grimace again, as he addresses the camera fully.
Irver: I love professional wrestling and I know I’m good at it, but let me make it clear that it is just a front for the ultimate ambition. I know that APW’s tour will lead me to the most hidden relics on this planet. When I find them, myself and the Reliquia Venatores will become the most powerful entity on Earth. That might sound like a stupid James Bond cliché, but you mortals will not even be able to comprehend the power that will be absorbed by our group, once we take what’s ours.
There’s a final smirk as the camera slowly fades out, asking many many more questions than it answered. To be fair it only answered one question and that was “who the hell is this guy?”, but it answered several more:
Who are the Reliquia Venatores?
What the hell are these “enchanted” relics and are they really magical?
What the hell do angels and demons have to do with anything?
If I get onto a show, you might find out some more!
Fade to black…
