Post by The Boss on Apr 15, 2009 16:36:07 GMT -5
//"Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it."//
-Genesis 1. 28
*The camera fades in to a dimly lit room the only source of light is the orange dot at the end of a cigarette which illuminates the man smoking it; R.M. Voglur. Voglur is sitting at his desk, in the office which appears to be the same that Shane McMahon formerly used. His features are primarily masked beneath the shadows, after a moment of silence he cautiously raises his hand and removes the cigarette from his mouth letting smoke rise towards the ceiling before speaking in a raspy voice.*
'"When God began to create heaven and earth, and the earth then was welter and waste and darkness over the deep and God's breath hovering over the waters, God said, 'Let there be light.' and there was light.'"
*R.M.V. let's his ominous passage slip out of his mouth along with a trickle of smoke, his tone cold and distant.*
"Genesis, chapter one, verses one to three. Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and allow me to take this opportunity to welcome you to Full Contact Wrestling's redemption."
*Voglur sits in the awkward silence momentarily, following his greeting to the viewers watching from home.*
"I cited this passage because quite frankly my recent actions have seemed to almost relate to the book of Genesis allegorically. The waste and darkness, the broken down institution that was Full Contact Wrestling had become sickeningly overrun by vermin, represented only by various superficial fabrications of the once powerful organization. Therefore, I felt I had an obligation of sorts a responsibility if you will to make sure 'there [would be] light.'"
*R.M. Voglur returns his burning out cigarette between his curled lips, and puffs out another thin trickle of smoke, before continuing his voice raspy as ever.*
"I took the organization from the depths and into it I have breathed life. A life that will allow this federation to regain it's once prosperous state of operation. It is for this purpose, this ambitious goal, that my newly appointed Board of Directors has been working around the clock, a necessary requirement in order to rationally climb the mountain to the top. I am pleased furthermore, to declare that Mr. Kennedy has rejoined us and will manage our flagship program 'Anarchy.'"
*R.M. Voglur removes his dwindling cigarette, and flicks it into a nearby ash tray, before reaching into his suit jacket's pocket and removing a solitary cigarette, which he quickly replaces his previous one with.*
"In recent days some of the press have inquired as to my motives for interest into Full Contact Wrestling. I obviously had the knowledge of all potential and probable repercussions and consequence, so what eccentric imprudence evoked my actions? This is a situation which I fully intend on addressing when the time is right, but it would not presently be appropriate, because it is no longer time to dwell on the past but rather look to the future."
*R.M. Voglur raises his lighter up to the end of the cigarette protruding from his mouth, and lights the tip once more partially illuminating his aged and wrinkled features. Voglur's expression was blank, his eyes flickered with the reflection of the orange glow but appeared lifeless.*
"FCW went down in flames but from these ashes I seek to revive it. FCW had, for all intents and purposes reached it's denouement, only for it now to face the incomparable prospect of redemption."
*Voglur removes his cigarette, allowing a puff of smoke to rise to the ceiling.*
"And so it begins."
*The camera slowly fades to black, with the final image of Voglur returning the cigarette into it's original position; perched between his lips.*
//"Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves aprons."//
-Genesis 3:7