Mind-Scapes of the Light Fantastic 18:09 · 31/08/2012
Brothers and Sisters.
Should you be reading these words, I feel it fair to inform you that this is my first article to appear on this website. I am 'The Very Good' Mr Euan G Mackie. Many of you may have already turned away in disgust at the mentioning of my name. And that's perfectly alright. I don't expect everyone to take delight in my efforts. Some of you have suffered by my hands, and some of you soon will. I mean no malice by that, it just has to be done.
There were those in the wrestling world who paved the way for new paths. Visionaries, men of intent and promise. Where are they now? What has become of real initiative? Today the cream of the crop quite happily rely on iconography of popular culture to festoon their attires and merchandise, as if their own ideas aren't worth their salt. The mindless can associate and familiarise themselves with what they see, and worship. Conventions, keeping everyone grounded, and bound. Men tell me and anyone who will listen of their grand skill and beauty. I stand back ready to be astounded by the wonders I hear, and all i see are men, scrambling in vain for ideals of perfection. I prefer to be aloof, my fellows. If you need to prove to others your superiority, then you aren't superior at all. The world will already know, by deed, by aura, by presence. I say this to the Naysayers. Should you deem me an easy target, then you have no respect for your own self. I am vermin, I am disease, I am no threat to you. Unless I chose to be. And even then, I wont waste any oxygen telling you that.
When I discovered the Light Fantastic, I wasn't a well man. I had fallen, my brothers. I felt lost. But the shattering of my Magic Heart brought an awakening. I realised that I was lost previously too. Led on my the idiocy of others, and had accepted my apparent existence. But now, a year on, and I have been enveloped by all of the delights of the Light Fantastic. Visage was my first attempt, along with the Z-list rejuvenation, to breathe new life into what was understood as inadequate. Visage is perfectly capable of growth. Through my efforts spanning many directions I have enlightened and awoken others. Self Awareness, embracing the imperfections. Mastering the cards in your own deck, regardless of how hopeless. Kevan, and eventually Falcon were not victims, they were volunteers. They were not aware of it, but they were quite happy when the chance was given. Soon, the others crawled out from underneath the upturned stones. Malakaela, Chaotika just as willing to witness the bright glare of a mind-scape so bright one can never ever watch the world through the same eyes again. Others are to follow....
The shielding of the face. Once a man can cover his face, he is capable of unspeakable deeds.
The next ICW event, Hadouken, Visage will encounter the prestigious Fight Club. I can remember the fledgling Fight Club in it's early stages. Fed to them as fodder, I knew what they were capable of. Growing from strength to strength through the years, they've become formidable. Now they have reached a height in Scottish Wrestling few may be able to replicate. Visage have yet to unveil their true abilities. In an environment the promotes insanity and the use of weaponry, Visage have their hidden faces and sharpened minds to deal the most vicious of damage. But what of Fight Club? A skilled team, with very respectable wrestling careers. Regardless of their legacy now, their main height, zenith of their careers, is one of their number utilising his bollocks as his weapon of choice. If that is what Visage has to fear, then I invite you to witness the Castration of Fight Club at ICW Hadouken.