"THE OBSIDIAN MIRROR"

A loud CLICK is heard and the hidden door revolves as Shawn sneaks into the secret room in search of more hidden treasures. He pulls a lighter from his pocket lighting the lantern which again sends the light cascading off the mirrors and bringing the room to life again. A bright shiny smile comes to his face as he looks around the room. “ I wonder what other flashy stuff I can pull out of here to wear into the ring.”

Shawn wanders around the room making faces into some of the mirrors as he passes them. He follows the path of light all the way to the end where the final beam of light shines onto a dusty object covered with a sheet. He pulls the cover off revealing a full body mirror made of black obsidian. “Woah” he says, the beauty of the ornate gold frame capturing his attention first then the writing across the top an inscription is engraved. Arcanum Est Aranearum Hanging from the corner of the frame is a cuff which especially catches Shawns attention. Looking almost like a watch with exposed gears and a spider flipped up almost as a cover. “That's some steampunk shit if ive ever seen it.” He says as he reaches out and grabs it.

 

“Fucking Epic. Shawn places the cuff on his wrist and spins the spider down to cover the gears. “Im like a fucking power ranger.” He poses in the obsidian mirror then pretends the cuff is a teleporter and clicks the two buttons on the sides of the cuff and the spider flips back up into its original position,the gears however now continue to turn. He turns away and continues to explore the room. What he does not notice is after he walks away from the mirror and the light hits the obsidian it seems to start flowing around as though now a liquid. Several Images move through the reflection as it swirls around. Shawn, clueless as ever, has turned his attention to a chest on the floor, the hinges barely holding together; they are so old and rusted. He lifts the lid to find it full of scrolls and scoffs at the discovery. “Who keeps scrolls in a chest. Ugh” He pulls one out and unfurls it attempting to sound the latin words out. “Dicunt, quod ego faciam.” The phrases are very short and laid out as a list on the parchment. “Adustionem Excitat….Facti Cessabit… Quies Oculos.”

Shawn shakes his head quickly losing interest when he begins to hear whispers from the corner. “Shit… Tommys home..” He stands up and closes the chest, the scroll still in his hand. “Shit!..” He tosses the scroll on the desk and begins to rush towards the door when he realizes the whispers aren't coming from upstairs but from the corner where the obsidian mirror stands. Looking into the corner he notices the swirling obsidian. “What the fuuuuck?” His mind now completely blown at the situation. Shawn slowly starts to approach the mirror, the gears on the cuff spinning faster as he gets closer. The whispers turn into audible voices as he now stands in front of the mirror again. His reflection distorted in front of him. “Ho ricevuto una lettera da mio cugino a Venezia. I Templar sono in funzione e attaccheranno l’ordine delle tenebre e prenderanno il controllo del Sepulcher quando saremo pronti.” Shawn reaches out to touch the mirror and as his hand makes contact with his reflection his ears begin to ring and he is blasted across the room. Shawn again gasps for air the second time in a week the breath has been forced from his body. “Gahhhh” He breathes in deeply and grasps at his chest, quickly standing up and charging at the mirror. “What the fuck is wrong with you. You dumb fucking mirror!

Shawn pulls his phone out angrily and opens the translator app. Setting the language for auto detect and writing the inscription on the frame into the text box. “The secret is in the cobwebs….” A lightbulb goes on in Shawn’s head as he rushes over to the wooden pegs and immediately begins equipping the armor he had discovered on his first visit. Greaves, Bracers and Pauldrons and for good measure pulling his mask over his face. “Fuck It! FOR ASGARD!” He screams as he walks towards the mirror his arm extended palms facing the mirror. As he makes contact he braces himself for the blast again but this time he slips through. This being the last thing he expected to happen he practically falls the rest of the way through the mirror landing flat on his chest on the other side. “Oh God Oh God!” He stands up looking at the mirror from the other side. Everything seemingly reversed in the room. He turns and peers through the room. The stone walls seemed to glow radiantly, the smell of incense burning a candle lit at the desk and a Man sits in the chair. “What the FUCK!? Hello? Have you been stuck in here bro?”

The man ignores Shawn and continues writing at the desk. He walks towards the man and looks down at the book he's writing in. He tucks a letter between the pages and closes it. Shawn now reads the cover, the words repeating through his head. The Doge of Venice. “Sono qui” Shawn blurts out. “Mi Vedi?” There is no response from the man and he blows the candle out on the desk and stands up. “Can you fucking hear me?” Shawn shouts but the man goes on about his business walking directly at Shawn then phasing through him like a ghost. Shawn feels cold as the Italian man walks through him and stops at the wall. Shawn turns around glaring at the specter but begins to understand as the armor he is currently wearing is now being equipped by the man he's been shouting at the same spider cuff on the man's wrist. “Im… I'm a ghost.. In the past.” Shawn looks back over at the mirror and begins to worry as the mysterious man places the pauldrons on his own shoulders and begins walking towards the mirror himself.

“Shawn!? I swear to god if you are in that fucking room again.” Tommy's voice echoes from the mirror.

Shawns eyes go wide and he runs back to the mirror diving through and back into his own timeline. He skids across the ground and scrambles to his feet. He removes the cuff and hangs it from the mirror then throws the cover over it once again. “Fuck Fuck Fuck….. Hes gonna fucking kill me.” Then the perfect plan comes to his mind Shawn knew exactly how to escape undetected. He rushes across the room moving as quietly and as quickly as he can.

“Shawn! Where the fuck are you!?” Tommy's voice now right on the other side of the wall. He blows the lantern out and the room goes dark and simply presses his back to the false wall.

CLICK…. Tommy presses the switch on the other side and the wall revolves. Tommy now stands in the secret room and Shawn grinning in the gym. He rushes up the stairs making his escape.

Shawn stands in the courtyard of the home, contemplating the things he had just seen and dealt with. “I'm gonna have to show Tommy at some point but how do I do that?” Shawn sits down in the middle of the courtyard cross legged… “Betsy… I'll show betsy first she will have a better understanding of all of this.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket and sets it up to stream. Then collapses onto his back in the grass. The armor clanks as he realizes he never removed it and hung it back up. “Fuck it.. It's mine now.”

The stream begins and Shawn takes a deep breath before beginning to speak. “Hello Friends...You would not believe the shit I just did if I told you… So I won't but know this.. Shit was fucking craaaazy. That's not why I'm streaming anyway.. I just came by to remind you all to watch Snow Job where I will be crowned the new Hart Champion after I throw every last one of my opponents through some big ass panes of glass. Who comes up with this stuff anyway? I'm going to make this very clear though. This is not where my path ends. I've got some long term goals and the Hart Title is a stepping stone to getting there. Starting off with the current champion Ned Kaye I heard what you had to say about and here's what I think about it. I am my own person… You haven't been paying attention if you think I'm the one paying Tommy. He reached out to me.. He's an old friend, I was the first to sign with Romeo Management. That mother fucker paid me and in return we work as a team to build his brand. I don't need a manager, I handled my own shit for a long long time and it was my desire to return to the ring that brought me here. The thrill of performing in front of a crowd. The adrenaline rush that comes from climbing to the top rope and hearing them scream as I fly through the air. That's what brought me here and come Sunday when you go through that glass and my arm is raised in victory.. You will know exactly what I can and cant handle when it comes to pressure.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way. RL...What can I say. We were caught off guard at Warfare.. It was an embarrassment at this point we should know better than to underestimate the Left Hand, but by no means was what happened my fault and by the way are you dumb or just… no you must just be dumb. How do you confuse me… the guy in the mask and the white unitard. With the guy in the suit and the cane. Bum knee? That's not me you dipshit. You should go get your eyes checked or maybe you were just concussed from getting your skull smashed. Don't worry, we'll get you right again I hear that one bump in the head can be course corrected with another. I'll make sure that when I send you through the glass that you go head first. We don't wanna fix you before the match is over it will make this that much easier. The funniest part is that I know for a fact that you spoke to Tommy at one point about signing with him. Whatever happened with that? Maybe Vinnie is right… Maybe you are just a flake. Last but not least… Felix, so far in every match i've been in since I came to the XWF there's been someone like you. The strong silent type. Now my Mom always used to say The empty can rattles the most. Maybe your mother was like mine and instilled that in you. Were adults now though man.. Felix I just want to say it will be an honor to work with you. But I'll be more pleased with the honor of eliminating you. That's how this is going to go… Fuck working together to send Ned out first and squaring off just the three of us for the championship. I'm gonna earn this bitch. I'm gonna put all three of you through your respective panes of glass and then I'm going to walk out of Snow Job the Hart Champion. Nuff Said, Watch the skies mother fuckers.” The armor clunks around as Shawn sits up and ends the stream.