Wednesday 30 October 2013

Creating the Infinity Championships!



This feature is brought to you by Infinity CEO, Roderick Blackmore.

One of the foundations of a wrestling federation, whether real, or based online, are championships. Its what online wrestlers more often than not strive for. This blog entry will go into detail about the creation of Infinity's four unique championships and will reveal some concepts never seen before!

We will begin by showing you the four championships in all their glory, first revealed at Immortalis in this lovely poster.


The four Infinity Championships, together for the time time forever in one photo. Revealed at Infinity: Immortalis. From top to bottom: World Championship, Singularis Championship, Purity Championship, Harmony Championship.

About the Infinity Championships!

Infinity World Championship
This title needs little explanation; the IWF Championship represents the top honour in the Infinity City. Out of all of the four championships on offer the world title is the most traditional in how it will be defended. However, that doesn’t mean it will be the easiest to get your hands on, quite the opposite actually, the contender-ship is based off overall progress in Infinity and a reflection of your hard work. The potential for matches is unlimited for the championship, so is the potential with storylines, and these are the reasons why the IWF Championship is the perfect personification of what Infinity stands for.

Infinity Harmony Championships
So, you think you know how tag teams in online wrestling do you? Think again friend.
Throughout the introduction of the Infinity shows we will begin unveiling our evolved tag team formula. Yes you are right to believe tag-team wrestling is about two or more individuals teaming up to win matches, but that is also what is so cliché about the tag team division of most federations. Teams win championships, then what? They can defend but they don’t really evolve after that. TCK is pushing for a revolutionary tag-team division in the Infinity City, and without giving too much away his announcements will focus on how the Infinity Harmony Championships will reflect a new and innovative form of teamwork.

Cooperative Promos
You may have read something already about cooperative promos somewhere in the Developmental guides, to elaborate again this style of promo are when two superstars write and combine their two promos into one unified promo. This is favoured upon management as it shows the true heart of tag-teams, where your story is one and so is your effort. Traditional tag teams win because they write two promo scripts for a match, which is still great, but so typical and well, stale and shows no innovation that we strive to achieve in Infinity City. By working closely with your partner to create a unified and non-contradictory promo you get a distinct advantage over your opponents in tag team matches. For more information inquire with IWF management about questions you have on cooperative promos.

IWF Singularis Championship
The Singularis Championship is a title that means only extraordinary and ballsy competitors can fair at competing in the division for a shot becoming the champion. At Infinity HQ we didn’t want another typical ‘Hardcore’ division, and this is not about being that at all. The Singularis title represents singular and daring efforts to showboat yourself to becoming the most outstanding champion you can be, a high-risk, uncertain division that anything can happen. There are two major rules to the division, number one is that standard ‘one fall’ matches do not occur, and secondly the match will not end until there is a definitive winner. This league is about breaking down walls, coming out of your comfort zone, and being encouraged to do absolutely any and all things to become the singularity of the Infinity City…the person who has no limit, the person of infinite possibility.

‘Singularis’ Stipulations:
·     Conventional/standard matches will never take place when then the Singularis Championship is involved
·     Until a definitive winner of matches has their hand raised the match will continue, there is no escape from a match involving the Singularis Championship
·     In a kayfabe manner, in order to contend for the championship your character must bring something to the table in a manner of speaking, this is a high-risk all reward division if you are successful
·     Types of common Singularis matches to take place will include:
o    Wager Matches: Bets on things, like Infinity creations, nicknames, finishing moves, rights to things, anything really. A winner takes all system.
o    Stipulation Matches: A participant, or both, have a stipulation to include for the upcoming match

Infinity Purity Championship
And finally the crown jewel of the Infinity City, the IWF Purity Championship. Out of all the titles made for the Infinity City this is the exemplification of Infinity’s purpose to provide an ever changing living story. The name Purity reflects the way that pure champions arise to mantle of vanguard of the Infinity City, and protect it from show to show. Shaped in a particular way to show that the Purity champion is on the forefront of all things Infinity, in-and-out of the ring, check below for some stipulations and cool benefits of being the IWF Purity Championship.

‘Purity’ Stipulations:
·     Getting a title match is not necessarily because of winning matches, contender-ship to the Purity title is predominantly based upon innovation in the Infinity City, IWF management will announce the stipulations are each show for how to become the next contender for the Purity title. There are unlimited reasons why you might be awarded a title match, here are a few examples:
o    Recognition by management
o    Democratic votes for innovative ideas
o    Invaluable input into storyline
o    Unparalleled character development
o    Infinity City contributions & creations
·     The Purity championship will be defended every single show, no if’s or buts, so those who want to dedicate themselves to being champion will need to be committed for this period
·     After 5 successful matches for the championship (including the one match you won it) you will be awarded an IWF Championship match in the future
o    If you choose this option you will be vacated of the IWF Purity Championship and you will have guaranteed your world title match
o    If you choose to reject this option you can remain Purity champion, but you can always cash it in at a later date providing you are still Purity champion

o    If you lose your status as Purity champion you will not be legible for a world title match, you must ‘cash in’ whilst your name is on the belt


No Second Takes!
The two belts which didn't need second designs were the Singularis and Purity Championship. Below we'll go through the thought process for both championship belt!

Purity Championship
Infinity management struggled long and hard over the name of the Purity Championship. TCK was the one really pushing for the belt to be called Purity, whereas I, was looking for other words to play around with. I wanted to call it many things, but the theme I was most heading towards was being a champion of the city: Vanguard, Custodian, Warrior (and their Latin equivalents to fit the Infinity theme).

TCK agreed that the theme needed to fit around being a defender of the city, somebody who would always defend the championship. He sold me eventually on why Purity was the right name, I liked it initially but was out there searching for a second way, turns out we didn't need to. Initially we thought about having the belt look like a series of towers to depict a city and I then wanted to just have a shield with no strap. Just a shield. Settling is a bad word because it suggests that we sacrificed what is best for what is suitable, but in this case we think we nailed it when we combined the shield onto the title belt.

As for the two empty side plates, in time those will be filled in with the great champions, and who knows, is Neal Powers is successful at Infinity #5 he may very well find his Blood Family emblem (when there is one) or his name, on the shield.

As for the big red shield's colour, we wanted each title to have a different colour and red was our obvious choice because we had already decided on gold and silver for the World and Singularis. Below is a series of photos at potential Purity Championship themes.

The Purity Championship (pictured above) in its final design.
Purity with a space theme background.
 Purity with a purple theme.
 Purity with a blue space theme.
Purity with a black theme.

With the red and silver of the championship we thought it be best if there is a dark colour that makes the red stick out and the royal blue with ribbed dots was the best suit, but who knows one day in the near future that may very well change. This is a belt of evolution and with it will come certain change as time passes, but for now this is the belt, pure and without a conqueror (though Neal is incredibly close to breaking that so early on)!

Singularis Championship
Above, we describe the Singularis Championship as a title of risk and reward, an all in championship, but it took us over a month to get the right name, thank god we weren't in any kind of a rush because otherwise this aptly named title wouldn't be named this.

Our collective brainstorming left us with a host of words that we came up with, here are a few that gave us inspiration for the eventual name.
Hazard, Danger, Risk, Threat, Peril, Menace, Warning, Risk, Fortuity, Luck, Break, Kismet (fate, fortune), Windfall (bonanza), Bravery, Parallel.

We eventually drew the name from the word Singularity, meaning 'the one', and we knew we had the name. To spice things up we added the Latin for Singularity, Singularis, and we knew it fit the mood we wanted for the ultimate risk and reward championship.

I made this championship third and believe it or not, it was the easiest to make. As there is only two colours, silver and black, it was easy to colour manage, though the layers I originally used weren't silver, they were red. On Photoshop it's relatively easy to change a colour (Layer - Layer Style - Black & White, did the trick for me, followed up with a series of Colour Balance layers), but getting the contrast was hard. The silver eagle is a different tone than the rest of the silver, and that's deliberate, we wanted the Infinity eagle to stand out and be center-point.

Also, another fact, the Singularis Championship has the longest strap, the title would be huge if it was really made, and even shinier!

Also when designing it we went with a regal theme - silver is a regal, time old colour - and has nothing to do with the idea that it's a "second best" championship to the golden coloured World Championship, because it's not. I searched the internet long and hard for resources to use for this belt and I think I stumbled across a similar resource that the WWE used when they designed the new WWE Championship. See below what I mean:


The gold and black shield above the WWE logo is also used on the Singularis Championship, those cheap gringo's wouldn't splash the cash and used a free internet resource. Tsk-tsk.

This title is regal because we wanted it to be a symbol of retention, a title that doesn't lower its values and looks down upon ordinary single's matches with disgust. A title that looked the part for a title that means serious business. I made only one other concept, and I made the belt in golden also, just to see what it could look like. I can also make the title in any other colour, but for us silver was the real deal.

The Singularis Championship (pictured above) in its final design.

The Singularis Championship, coloured gold.

Chris Michaels was the first to claim this title as his own, we hope he and the rest of the world enjoy it as much as we do, and hope that in Infinity Wrestling we get some kick-ass, unique matches for the Singularis Championship!


Achieving Harmony!
Whereas production on the other three titles had finished long ago, later June-ish, the final version of the Harmony title was not finished until early September. After three attempts to make the title I wasn't satisfied with what we had for our premier and sole tag belt. As the Harmony Division only has one belt to represent two wrestler's it's important to us that the belt is a standout. With a gold, silver and red title in the ranks, we wanted a championship to complete the contrast, and it finally happened.

Much like the Harmony Division, achieving Harmony has taken a long time, and though storyline's suggest that Harmony is still a long way away, at least the belt has done just that.


The first design of the Harmony Championship resulted in this, another shield based championship. It was scrapped after the creation of the Purity Championship.

The first ice-theme championship, it has not seen the light of day until now.

With an abundance of shield PNG's at my disposal the first two drafts of the Harmony title was another couple of shield's but bad-guy-TCK was hot on my heels saying that we didn't need two belts with a shield. TCK wanted, and still wants, a championship that combines fire and ice with a giant explosion in the middle, a theme of polar opposites coming together for one prize, not two. 

Yes that would be awesome but my patience wore thin on the idea because it would take substantially longer to make, though I would love to do it some day because the idea is awesome. 

Pictured below is the second design for the Harmony Championship and it put me a long way on the road to nailing its final design.
The second design of the Harmony Championship also featured the eagle in the middle but also a globe and the word 'IWF Harmony Championship'. The side plates, the stars (also featured as the star for the Immortalis logo) has remained in the final design.

I really felt the title didn't feel as unique as it could have been, hence a third design. The shape of the title has not changed but the main plate has, and now at last I am contented. The blue colour scheme is just what I was looking for and TCK now digs the look of the belt (though don't lose your pipe dream Copycat, your version of a belt may very well be made one day).

The Harmony title was one of two, including the World Champiomnship, to be unveiled at our first PPV, Immortalis, and it was fresh off Photoshop when it was finally unveiled to the champs, Harding & Casanova. But before that James Jameson made his own rendition of the title, and I now fear they will use them on the Infinity broadcasts.

James Jameson's take on the unveiled Harmony Championships are down-right creepy, and in no way are we responsible for its creation, but in a city of infinite possibilities, who are we to stop the champs using them?

This leads us to Immortalis and the no show with Over Rated. From day one we always factored in these belts being associated with JC & Blair, but that was not to be the case, leading to a change of storyline. TCK was going to unveil the belt to JC and Blair should they have won, but in the end we had the sole promoer, Joey Harding, unveil and carry the championship, getting the better of TCK in the process. This is the sole belt Harding carried out of the arena that night, the final design.

With a slight change in colour scheme and of the main plate, the Harmony Championship is now a lot crisper and appealing to the eyes than previous designs.

On the pages of Infinity Mondays, Harmony may not yet have been achieved but the division now has the title it deserves.


The Road to Gold!
Naturally the World Championship was the first title I attempted to create, and yes it took me the most amount of time and effort solely because I was new at making titles, so in practice it was my first go at making a World title from scratch.
It was always destined to be golden, of course.
It is our representation of a city of infinite possibilities, the title where anything and everything is possible.
But the road to such an achievement has been long and at times, frustrating.
Creation of the title started long before the thought of Infinity, long before our old stomping grounds, Bebo, ever closed down. I wanted to start a new fed with a twist, a fed where everyone had to use new gimmicks, and these were the first designs of the title I made for a federation called 'Battle Zone Wrestling' (BZN - The Battle Zone Network - and its name was inspired from my long-standing idea)

Below you get to see what a title looks like without several layers of colouring and editing, down to its bare bones.


The first ever draft of the title featured an eagle and was code named 'Crows Nest' because of the side plates.


Fact: At one point the BZW logo was in fact the Infinity Eagled logo, though BZW never materialized.


The first draft belt after it had been coloured.







After the idea of BZW faded into nothing a few months passed until me and TCK talked about a real return, on a real website. We knew that the federation might have been a hit or a miss and these titles were made during the point of the process where I was creating the website, which in total took four weeks of hard work. The website is now easy to maintain but the initial making of graphics was time-consuming and strenuous. Currently I have over seven hundred Infinity related photos and that number continues to grow, but with more time to create one photo or an album worth at a time I can really create top quality graphics to further improve our graphical output (because it's a major part of the game, of course).

Below is a series of photos with the first World Championship designs, one of which is what I released via my Twitter: @BlackmoreIWF













The initial idea for the Infinity World Championship was to change the colour of the strap to whatever the champion wanted.

The World Championship was hard because I had TCK constantly breathing down my neck asking for 'buttons'... Buttons this, buttons that. BUTTONS!!! Eventually I caved and went on a big resource hunt and when I found the main center plate I was overjoyed!

Below is the next versions of the World Championship, this design took a few solid days and a sleepless night.

 The second version of the title featured the original design from the first draft belts, though it was dropped in favour of the big globe.
Essentially the World Championship, minus the coloured part of the golden main plate.

For a long time, even when Infinity got underway we were unsure how to address the title. Originally it was the 'IWF World Heavyweight Championship' and then the 'IWF Championship' but we have now settled on the 'Infinity World Championship', dropping IWF and Heavyweight parts to the belt (and all belts for that matter. Firstly in a city of infinite possibilities we didn't want to limit the title to 'heavyweights' and also the federation is also a lot better represented online as 'Infinity' because there is another fed out there called 'IWF' and though we are not embarrassed at all to call it 'IWF', the title 'Infinity' better suits the titles.

But do not fear, the promotion within Infinity City is still called - Infinity Wrestling Federation - and we're proud to be known as IWF.

Below is a picture of the Infinity World Championship in all its glory!

The World Championship was the first created by Roderick Blackmore, and is currently held by Adrian Flynn, its first ever champion.


Click below to see the Championship page on the Infinity Wrestling website!

A Quick Q&A about championship belts!

Why are there no name plates on the Infinity belts?
There is no need. We have a page for championship history and based in Infinity City, everyone can already distinguish the belt for the belt, and not the name holder. Also it's a lot of upkeep, especially with the Purity Championship, to change a nameplate. I wanted to do it, and still can with the Harmony Championship, so we'll see.

How long does it take to make one belt?
I would say a few days for each, and when I meant a few days I mean from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep.

How did you make the belts?
A lot of online resources, Google searches and trolling through tons of photoshop related sites until you have a lot of resources. I'm not a pro at Photoshop (I use CS3 for those wondering) so it's the illusion that matters, I spent most of my time colour managing the titles.

What's the key to making belts look good?
Make them shiny, and add buttons, it really matters. Essentially don't be half-assed and just edit a title from WWE or TNA. I'm not too fussy but the little details go a long way for a perfectionist like me.

Where do these belts rank up in terms of the wider online wrestling (e-fedding) scene?
Show me a better championship, if not, I'll stand by my claim that we have among the best, if not thee best, titles out there. It's not ego or bias, it's just an opinion after scouting the online wrestling scene and what a lot of feds have to offer.

What is your favourite Infinity belt?
The World Championship, followed up by the Harmony Championship, but all four are great if you ask me.

What is your favourite belt in WWE?
The World Heavyweight Championship, it's a classic.

What is your favourite belt in TNA?
The Tag Titles are great on the eye, but they are in need of an update, and by that I mean repairs, not a full-out slaughter like what they did for the X Division belt. P.s. I hate the world belt, it's horrible, half of the belt isn't attached and get irritated when I see the belt sticking out when someone is wearing it over their shoulder.

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Tuesday 15 October 2013

Roderick Blackmore, Infinity Immortalis: Blackbird

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Roderick Blackmore. Blackbird
IMMORTALIS



Sunday 2nd September 2013
Infinity #3; Infinity City

A city of infinite possibilities. That is what I once thought was possible. Only two months have elapsed since Infinity’s grand reveal, yet I stand in the Panoptic Palace of my own design, watching intently as four Harmony matches ends in turmoil and frustration. On this special occasion, a night celebrating the union between Infinity City and its crown jewel, the Infinity Wrestling Federation, I am left wondering only one thing. A single thought that has dominated my mind since the first show in August.
Is this City whole without its crown jewel?
Having just finishing spectating the final harmony which saw Infinity’s iconic Jamo triumph once more, Mr. Osman the steely brown eyed President of the Battle Zone Network stood by, overly critical of the show thus far. His concerns faded fast from my own memories but during a commercial he approached me moments before we would return from a commercial. There is little doubt about his thoughts. Infuriated, disappointed, loathing. Osman didn’t have to say anything for me to understand his concerns.
 His dark black skin permeated with sweat and beneath his black suit and yellow tie his boxer arms twitched nervously. I believe Osman was both nervous about approaching a man such as myself, and slightly hesitant about taking action without my approval.
“Murray, Neal, they lead the forefronts of my thoughts Roderick. I expect that their actions will be dealt with swiftly.” Osman’s tone is stern yet gentle, appeasing to both sides of the spectrum. Little did my colleague know, but my tunnel vision lies elsewhere.
“I was never meant to be here, like this. All I asked for was one moment at the first broadcast, so I could fade into the shadows and give those worthy my time.”
“Roderick, are you even listening to me.”
“That was supposed to be an end to my beginning.”
“Roderick,” Osman says with authority, I could feel tiny droplets of spit wash against my face as his tone became more severe. Not only was it uncomfortable, I didn’t understand why Osman held such objections against two of my finest wrestlers.
“If you will not act upon this savagery, then I will.”
“Is that why you are here, so you may take an initiative? By seeking my approval you have only wasted your own time.”
Osman took this moment to stare me out to see if I was bluffing with him or not. Working up from my dark grey suit before making eye contact with my baby blue eyes he took time to stare at my immaculate blonde hair and the few apparent wrinkles on my otherwise soft face. Aesthetically we were polar opposites. Vanilla and chocolate. North and south. Osman was black and white in the sense that he laid his chips, his every emotion, on the table, but I shadowed my thoughts whether they be dark, fantastical or illuminating.
“You have a bigger responsibility than A.C. Mack. You are the ruling hand of this company, a benchmark for this City’s success, Roderick. Don’t play the short hand with me,”
“With all due respect, I’ve pushed him back, he is vulnerable.”
“He’s not the only one.”
“If you want to seek acclaim, then do so, with or without my blessing,” I say spaced, my thoughts still elsewhere. This was a good opportunity to alleviate some pressure of running Infinity by having Osman step up to the plate and deal with the small misdemeanours. The likes of Murray Muir and Neal Powers, they are best opposed by a strict personality, a man like Osman who would happy restrict the rule of infinite possibilities to favour his own cause, BZN.
“A city of infinite possibilities. That is what I once thought was possible.”
“Infinity possibilities,” Osman says under his breath as he backs away, a clear sign that his beliefs and my own are polar, just like our drastically different appearances.
Infinity Mondays returned to television and I stood beside Osman once more, our differences aside for the benefit of the product. We discussed the matter of the giant pit, an abyss that stretched as far as the eye could see. Only I know that lies deep within the confines but it had been my expectations that soon after my foe, the man that robbed my single moment at Infinity #1, a man who has not deserved the right to be called by name.
“This is a fate most befitting a thief, a vein movie star persona, and this will be his prison. This will be his home, and I the guardian, the keeper.”
Little did I know I would meet the eyes of my great adversary moments later, thick and brown, full of deceit and snobbery, self-entitlement and invidebit. Full of envious rage the Latro, the thief of the city’s crown jewel, the bane of my existence, was still ravenous for seconds and without mercy I stared into his own wickedness before he would send me spiralling into my own provocative creation.
I do not remember falling with grace, what I do remember is looking up at the dimming light of my panoptic palace before fading into the great below. For hours I lay without humility or poise, breathing in dust particles with my face planted unceremoniously against a cold and dejecting surface. With time elapsing I was left alone to contemplate my thoughts until a single, lone Blackbird perched itself on my left arm, digging in its nimble and thin claws into my numb arm.
Osman was right, I was vulnerable.
The Blackbird rested silently on my arm, but my mind was oblivious as to why, surrounded by darkness how did it know how to fine me?
It is no simple mind that summons these onyx beauties. Thankfully, these sky-clad lovelies will never come to a person who is not equipped to read the deeper meanings behind its presence. Better said: If you did not already know the answers, you would have never had the encounter.
I am all but consumed lost within a maze, an endless labyrinth of my own creation. A Void of my own making. I was left with a new thought, one that would last with me until I would peer into the delicate brown eyes of my great adversary.
Am I whole? Am I without identity?

Tuesday 24th September 2013
Roderick’s home; Infinity City

The night following Infinity #4 was the first time I could hold my children in three days. I occasionally their warm, fresh smell after a bath and miss reading to them at night. Living life in Infinity Tower I find myself distanced from my children, my wife, my life outside of professional wrestling. My life outside of ruling this city. Sometimes being the most responsible person in the world means that one can lose perspective, and though my family life has been neglected since early July each and every time I lay eyes on my beautiful, intelligent daughter and my aspiring, wide-eyed son my perspective is restored. My wife, Hannah, a dainty and bubbly blonde balances work of her own as a novelist and writer, and right now she is locked away writing her latest novel, a conspiracy story about torture in Infinity City. She is gentle and kind and would never lay a hand on our children, but she can write what pain feels like, and I only ever see that in the works of Stephen King. Hannah’s brilliance is partly due to my bread-winning, as a stay-at-home mother she dedicated herself to writing at home, meaning she could lead a dual life that she loves.
I often wonder if the pain she describes has any relevance in our own marriage, but I have never dared asked, fearing an answer I wouldn’t like to hear.
This early Tuesday evening was brisk and bitterly cold, rain poured hours before sundown and continues to do so as I tuck my eloquently spoken six year old daughter, Hadley, and my always-jumpy and lively three year old son, Scott, into their beds. As a family of blondes, Scott takes the resemblance of his mother, as does Hadley. We named Scott after his uncle and my brother, Scott Blackmore, a former wrestler who vanished in 2008. Nobody has seen him since.
Scott was my best friend, the crown jewel of the Blackmore family, but now we never talk about him because whenever it is brought up both of the children cry, they do not fully understand or comprehend what happened to Scott.
Due to a lack of finality in Scott’s life, it always leaves me wondering if he will knock on the door of our four bedroom house on the far reaches of the city, away from the limelight in a small suburban area with a real community and real people. Scott last wrestled for a promotion called UBW, but just over two years ago their owner, Robert Stevens, died in the ring on the final night of its company history. Robert and I spoke on several occasions, he said that Scott just vanished off the face off the planet and he stopped showing up to television tapings and live events. TCK, my business partner and close friend said exactly the same thing. The Copycat departed UBW shortly after Scott went missing, but it still leaves me wondering if my brother is out there living a life of labour or luxury, or no life at all.
Either way I would do anything to have Scott return to us, he is the only thing I miss more than my children in this often cruel and unforgiving planet. When I stood in the ring at the first ever Infinity with the black velvet bag wrapped around my hand the moment I felt the plush velvet rip away from my grasp, I am reminded of the same pain of when Scott went missing. Thoughts of the missing championship brings back memories best left buried, best left forgotten.
And the perpetrator of these crimes? How can I ever forgive a man so vein and callous, as lost as the other celebrities I see, hiding their true colours behind a layer of falseness? I think that the main reason why I feel an urge to take out my frustrations on another human being who at a distance is so diverse from my own upbringing and my own values, all I know is that I fear the idea of the unknown. I don’t know what runs through the head of a man so self-indulgent and reckless, perhaps his life story is filled with as much grievance as my own. All I know is that on the night that the crown jewel was snatched Scott cried for days, he says he had never seen me so upset before.
The night the Latro dispossessed my hands of the crown jewel I had to explain to Hadley and Scott that in this city of infinite possibilities there are bad people who will do everything in their power to trample on your successes and failures. I couldn’t even explain to my three year old son why he who will not be named did what he did, but I could not lie, not to my children. Not to Scott. Now my son believes that every black African-American is a thief and a lair, and given a chance will super-kick you into a dark abyss of no return. Scott quivers at the sight and cries when he sees any black person, because he just doesn’t understand. No, my son is not racist, he’s just confused and blinded by the actions of one desperate and lost soul, who in this dark light of day seeks a new meaning within professional wrestling.
I kiss Hadley on the head first as she gets snug and warm under her single purple duvet cover, thankfully my thoughts are left alone, and then walk over to Scott, wearing an Infinity Wrestling duvet that I brought him home. Scott was too young to understand anything that happens on the show but he loves the drama; that much is evident. He would giggle and laugh every time Jamo, Matt Rydell, and Adrian Flynn appeared on the TV screen, those are his favourites and they featured on his duvet. Hadley had little interest in wrestling but she loves the idea that there is real story on the shows. Wearing just a formal white shirt that has the top two buttons undone I knelt down in between both of their beds and rubbed the top of their foreheads gently.
I was about to leave them to rest until Scott grabs my arm with his delicate and extremely soft hands, looking up to me with a smile as wide as my own.
“Daddy don’t go,” Scott says, unable to get to sleep.
“Read us a story,” the keen learner Hadley says, leaning closer to the edge of the bed, expecting me to read one of the many books plastered around in this very clean children’s room.
“Of course I’ll read to you,” I say, with Scott jumping out of bed and getting into Hadley’s bed, both snuggled up together. In fatherly fashion I sit at the edge of the bed as they both peep their heads from underneath the dark purple covers.
Just as I was about to speak, Hadley was more than confused.
“Daddy, you don’t have a book.”
“I don’t need a book for this story,” I say, with both now even more eager of hearing an unknown story.
“What it is about?”
“This story is called Blackbird, now you’ll want to listen carefully because if you don’t, the Blackbird will haunt you in your dreams tonight.”
“It will?” Scott asks in the softest of voices, possibly scared by the thought of a dark and mysterious bird flying around in his head.
“Not if you listen carefully.”
“I will.”
“I know you will, son.”

Enter the Void
Blackbird

One day long ago, a being lost and without cause found himself living in the shadows, and he did not know why. Trapped and searching for an identity befitting a man with only a black silhouette with matching surroundings, Void was born, and all he has wanted to ever do with his life is escape.
But escape from what?
Consumed by everlasting darkness Void never had a shadow, he could not see his face or any part of his body, but he knew it existed. He felt real, he could touch the real. Living alone and without friends the only entity that ever communicated with Void was a shadowy and lingering entity known as Mora. An evil and haunting voice that plagues Void’s existence, to keep him in a state of nothingness, a state of despair and grievance.
“Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause. What is your cause, why do you persist in the darkness, alone, and without hope?” Mora’s words scratched away at Void over time, he could feel his darkened body fill with scars and freshly cut wounds.
Void could not fight back against Mora. The presence was too strong, and Void had no way of knowing what Mora was. He could be a real person, hidden in darkness also, bullying Void without just reason or cause. Mora could have also been a creation of imagination, his deepest and darkest thoughts that surface because he is alone, and without purpose.
“We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade to the void. Is there anything besides the borders of your own nest, the black and murky dome you inhabit?”
Void was lost in a sea, unable to map a way to greater shores, unable to respond to the cruel and unusual messages from Mora. Over the course of many, many years Void had considered giving up, but he does not know how. He cannot end his own life because there is nothing around him to fall on, no instrument he can use against his own body, and no way of knowing if he is successful.
“The burial of past, present, and future deny you, they exile you and constrain you of sight and mind. Your illusion of self prohibits you from returning from which you came.”
As long as Mora was around, plaguing and twisting his own thoughts of freedom, Void would never find out why he came to be so accustomed to a place he so very much despised.
One day, without notice and reason Void’s black eyes finally something real, flying freely in the distance. It soared from high above, so Void ventured towards the soaring, silent bird, hoping to finally understanding the reason for his existence.
Laying out a left arm the bird, the Blackbird, rested on his left arm. To Void’s surprise he finally witnessed another colour but could not feel his heart race or his arm tingle. A silver chromed gauntlet appeared from his left arm, though he could not see the arm at all, with the Blackbird resting peacefully on it.
Metaphorical assertions made about the Blackbird suggest that they are lunar beings with a great grasp of nocturnal awareness. Illumined lunar understanding which requires a different use of the senses. Sense which can only be utilized when transformative devotion is made. A commitment to higher knowing, flight, and an acceptance of the void, an infinite vastness that eludes the ego and rational mind. This also positions them as heavenly or divine oracles and messengers in cultural myths across the globe.
Void did not know any of this until the Blackbird had rested on the gauntlet and began teaching him about the world that the Blackbird knew. For the first time Void had a friend, a companion and for days they travelled together heading into the unknown.
“You entrust your life to a bird of the higher realms, how do you know that this is not a mirage, not another creation?”
“I have no control over Merula,” Void says, shocked that he is able to speak to Mora for the first time.
“Its name will not spare you from this eternity. Like you, it is blind and without hope.”
“It doesn’t matter where I’m going anymore,” Voids says, smiling for the first time ever, “as long as I have Merula.”
Occasionally Merula would flex its wings and squawk loudly. It made no noise on the outside in the abyss but Void could hear its vibrations and words.  Merula would clean itself regularly with its slender beak but most of the time it stood on its two legs, stoically, as if looking out to something that wasn’t there. Void began wondering if Merula could see something he could not, +but Mora was there to crush any hope and optimism.
“The greatest enemy to human souls is the self-righteous spirit which makes men look to themselves for salvation. Yet, you unwisely look for salvation within the spirit of another and ignore that what matters. Your darkness will prevail.”
The contented duo faced a perilous battle with Mora, both the vigilant Merula and Void could hear Mora, they shared a special connection but Marula never spoke. Its purpose was to marvel over Void as he embarks on a path of understanding his role in the darkness.
Walking amongst the mist one day, this day the same as every other since Merula was perched on the silver gauntlet, another bird is seen in the sky, much different from the beautiful Blackbird.
From a distance this new and exotically intimidating bird swooped down the sky, flying in spectacular style with a white body and white wing tips and the long tail spreads out into a huge fan. This new, troublesome bird is a black and white crow with a long tail. The tail accounts for over half the total length of the bird and is an indication of the bird's status in its society. The head, breast and back are black, the shoulders patches, belly and flanks are white. The black wings and tail, however, are a beautiful glossy, iridescent blue, green and purple. The bill and legs are black.
“A Magpie,” Void says without knowing what one is, unwittingly told via the connection with Merula.
The Magpie does not have a musical voice, the song of the blackbird is arguably the most beautiful and best-loved of any bird, as well as being the most familiar to Europeans. But the Magpie cry is an irritating 'Ack-ack-ack-ack' which has been likened to a football rattle.
‘The Thieving Magpie’ plies the silver gauntlet from Roderick’s arm and Merula vanishes instantly, fading into obscurity as the colourful Magpie clutches the gauntlet and flies away. Infatuated by the silver it “ack’s” as if it has won the lottery before gliding away.
Without feeling in his arms or legs Void began running, sprinting as fast as he can, at the very least giving the illusion that he is running.
“Aim at perfection in everything, though in most things it is unattainable. However, they who aim at it, and persevere, will come much nearer to it than those whose laziness and despondency make them give it up as unattainable. The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won't… Why do you persevere to obtain the unobtainable?”
Without Merula Void was forced to resort to the old habit of listening to Mora without response. The timing couldn’t have been worse.
“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Are you sure you are even moving, even breathing, even seeing? Death occurs with those who chase blindly and act without rationality.”
Void ran into oblivion, chasing down the Magpie, never getting any closer, never getting any further away. Eventually Void persevered until Merula reappeared, swooping in closer to the Magpie.
Void would be vulnerable no more.

Tuesday 24th September 2013
Roderick’s home; Infinity City

“Daddy, what happens to the Magpie?” little Scott asks. Hadley has already fallen asleep but three year old Scott is immersed by the story of Void.
Hadley was fast asleep, her soft head on Scott’s shoulder. Roderick finally stood up hoping not having to answer his naïve son.
“The Magpie gives back the gauntlet.”
“But the Magpie loves shiny stuff.”
“The Magpie never had a choice in the matter.”
“Why?”
“When it comes to right and wrong, those in the wrong always lose out.”
“But the Magpie could have won.”
“It won’t,” I says, quickly on my words, “I mean, it didn’t. It can’t.”
“Why can’t the Magpie have shiny stuff?”
“It wasn’t his Scott. Void needs the Blackbird for meaning and purpose, it was wrong of the Magpie to take something that belonged to another. Do you understand, son?”
“Yes daddy,” Scott says, scared over the fate of the Magpie, wondering whether or not it was killed by Void and the Blackbird.
“Good night, Scott,” Roderick says, leaving his son to finally drift off into sleep next to his sister.

Monday 14th October 2013
Infinity Wrestling: Immortalis

Consumed by everlasting darkness my shadow is lost within the void of my existence, I couldn’t see his face or any part of my body, but I knew it existed. I felt real, I could touch the real. Walking several steps forward I see cracks of light bounce off the surface of a black tiled ground. I look up to the single light of the panoptic palace. Back where I started, but now I was no longer vulnerable, as Osman had previously suggested, I was at last strong.
“Birds robed in black do not give up their secrets easily. They love to watch us marvel over their messages. Black birds demand our commitment to learning their wisdom, and do not reveal their meanings unless they are convinced we've devoted ourselves completely to the path of understanding.”
On cue the Blackbird flies down and rests on my arm, on the silver gauntlet of my own creation, an exact replica of Void.
A fundamental concept of experimentation is transition and transformation. The Blackbird is symbolic of life in the heavens and the colour black is symbolic of pure potential. Between the two, there is no limit to human transformation; all we have to do is close the shutters of the rational mind, and start sojourning with our darkly feathered friends.
“Hello, Merula,” I say softly, my light blue eyes and blonde hair are noticeable in an otherwise darkened atmosphere. Much of my ring attire is sheltered by the darkness, though much of my pale skin sticks out. Unlike Void, I had learned to prosper on my own, or so I had thought until my children and this single Blackbird had realigned my perspective.
“Purity, Singularity, Harmony, they are but three pieces to an infinite puzzle, they each harbour unique meaning and identity within the shelter of this eternal city, I question what would become with the three icons. But there is no doubt that above all else the crown jewel of Infinity Wrestling does not harbour such an identity, the Infinity World Championship that I personally designed is thee symbol of Infinity City, it is the championship of infinite possibilities, and having it ripped from my possession by a Latro, a lowly thief among great men, is the precursor for my arrival, the precursor for the ruling hand to conquer.”
The Blackbird extends its wings, as if stretching, remaining in a stoic pose as I continue to wonder the vast reaches of my most sinister creation, buried deep beneath the confines of Infinity Arena. I smile as the Blackbird begins whistling. I wait for it to finish its hymn, soaking in the beauty of each note as it rebounds of the walls of my self-motivating void.
“Roderick Blackmore,” I say with a glint of hope in my eyes, the perseverance for my upcoming battle showing in spades. “Princeps, rex infinitum urbe...Ego Immortalis... Ego ultimum...”
Stroking the back of the Blackbirds head the male, the smaller of the sexes does less nest building but more food scavenging. For the first time since Infinity began, I finally found focus and identity, a place to rule the city without fear of another Latro.
“An origin story,” I say, slightly laughing at the premise of the idea, the only thoughts I hear are my own as the laugh echoes back towards me. “An end to my beginning.”
I rest against a dark blue tile where a crack of light is shining brightly. I see the reflection of my own face, and little more than a few hours away from my first bout I didn’t recognise the man that fathers Hadley and Scott, the loving husband to Hannah. I only saw Void, the black ghastly silhouette without a face, without a voice. Left only with my Merula, perched on the silver gauntlet.
“Scott deserved the truth, my son deserves honesty. He deserves to believe that the Magpie can fight and win, but over time we will forgive his father, you all will. Void doesn’t kill the Magpie, he does the only thing he knows. As Void touches the colourful wings and long tail of the Magpie and takes back the gauntlet the Magpie loses its colour, it loses its identity and its worth. Like everything else Void touches the Magpie becomes one with the encompassing dome that Mora watching from and it is never seen again, forever merged with nothingness. That is why Merula never touches Void, and lives on the silver gauntlet. It is fearful of Void, like all else. Only those brave and daring enough step into Void’s dome, no one thing has lived to tell the tale, not even the Magpie, all has perished and as Void connects with more the dome gets bigger, and with it the chances of Void ever escaping are forever impossible. Stuck with his Immortalis, Void is the end to all things. Forever immortal, ignoring and eternally fighting the only presence that can set him free from his grievance and despair… Morality…”

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