Off-cameraDate: June 20th of 2016
Location: Sogn og Fjordane, Norway – Mikael’s castle
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It’s a gloomy overcast night, quite cold – the dark clouds cover the majority of the full moon. A collection of lightning bolts stab the mountains surrounding the region every minute and, of course, following so – the crashing noise of roaring thunders. Raindrops continuously fall upon the vast vegetation that consists of large trees, such that surrounds an enormous medieval themed castle. The wind whispers through the trees’ leaves, carrying the dry ones throughout the dense atmosphere of the forest. Last but not least, the beautiful chorus of multiple birds, mostly crows, wraps up this excellence of nature.
Into the castle, the rooms imply nothing but pure class, wealth and success – the furnishings within those walls diversifies into a good number of eras & ages. They go from massive gothic chairs and tables, large Victorian-era Gold framed paintings on the walls, highly decorated silver armors that most likely date from the 15th century next to a stunning stone-made fireplace. The abundant fire blazes and illuminates the surrounds.
Near the fireplace, two individuals take a seat – each in a comfortable respective leather chair, both placed side by side. A glass of wine is embraced by the man whom has his eyes glued onto the fire. It’s as if he’s being hypnotized by the flares that lit up, warming the room. After all, it’s a cold night – one could tell so by simply judging their garments. The woman sitting by his side looks upset. She wears a beautiful ornamented dress, gold jewelry that consists of necklaces, rings, earrings, et cetera. She takes a deep breath, and after that, the man takes a sip of his wine – as calm as his eyes once they meet the woman’s ones.
“I strongly keep my point. You had no right to assault that man in such a brutal manner, had you? Were you not aware of the consequences of your previous acts, Mikael? Your arrogance was growing abruptly – perhaps that would be the cause of your downfall.”
Mikael lets out a quick chuckle, which definitely annoys the woman due to a sarcastic and rather prepotent tone. Obviously, he notices so and cuts it right away. He knows his wife like the palm of his hands. As a matter of fact, he has probably read her thoughts already. Same when it comes to his wife, one could assume; they’ve spent years of their lives together – they know each other’s mannerisms, thoughts, tastes and beyond.
“I simply did what had to be done, Valerica… We are talking about our future – our plans, our freedom and everything that surrounds our lives. The truth is – Sybyl was messing around with something that he will never ever comprehend. Had he stayed out of my way, he wouldn’t have to go through that painful lesson. I warned him, did I not? Tell me… Would you feel pleased with the fact that the world could find out about… Us?”
“Us?”
Valerica replies right away. Mikael takes another sip of his wine and looks at her, then, back to the fireplace. He motions with his left hand as he speaks.
“I’ve done things that I regret to this very day – and I am sure that, deep inside, you already know that. No matter how long I have been trying to hide this feeling, it will never ever fade away. It simply follows me wherever I wander… Wherever we wander, Valerica. We cannot run away from our past. However, what we can do is simply accept that we cannot change it and look ahead… Sybyl had no right to unbury the pieces of my past. I… The world is not ready. Do you agree with me?”
At this moment, a senile man wearing a high-quality tuxedo walks in front of them – silver platter in hands and fine wine resting upon it.
“I beg your pardon for the interruption, master. But just as requested, I’ve brought more wine. Shall I wait until you are done with your glass?”
“No offense taken, Björn. Please, serve me the wine, will you?”
And so does the loyal butler right after a quick head bow. He pours the red drink into a glass and hands it to Valerica.
“Anything else?”
Mikael remains quiet as the butler stares at him. It appears that the man is simply lost in his own thoughts. Perhaps contemplating what he just said to his wife. Valerica notices so; therefore, she replies after a brief awkward silence.
“We are fine… Thank you, Björn. You may take your leave now.”
“Of course, ma’am!”
So he says before leaving the room. Mikael slides his fingers onto his eyebrows – eyes closed. He takes one deep breath and looks up to Valerica, whom takes a sip of her wine.
“Is the world ready? What do you think?”
Their eyes meet – a feeling of lust and excitement can describe the current scene. Mikael’s eyes shine as Valerica bites her soft lips.
“They will never be ready for you… My love.”
They touch glasses before another sip of wine. Mikael’s glass is finally empty; therefore, he places it on a dark ebony table standing between their chairs. Following so, he rubs his hands and blows on them as they stick together next to his mouth. It is definitely cold.
“See, I always knew that Brutal Force Wrestling was faded to perish in a brief matter of time, did you know that? I was able to see things with clarity unlike the pathetic excuse of a Homo sapiens that its owner was… And definitely still is.
Zacharias Adler.
He is a man that lacks courage and intelligence. A man that bears no persistence and does not possess the dexterity to handle a prosperous business – and when it was taking its toll upon his little emotions, what did he do? He ran away with his tail between his legs. A coward… Pity!”
Mikael lets out a quite evil laugh now. His eyes reflect the fire that still blazes strongly.
“I should’ve ended that man’s life right on the spot. He didn’t deserve to live… He did not deserve to breathe the same air that I did.”
“Mikael!”
Once again, Valerica shows an upset face expression. Eyebrows frowned and eyes paying attention to her husband. The latter slides his hands over his long messy hair, then, rests one of them on his wife’s shoulder.
“The reason of why I did not follow my instincts in that very day is you, Valerica… I thought of you when I was dealing with those petty fools. No matter what happens – I will do whatever I can to protect you… If I have to die to do so, then so be it.”
She grabs his hands and embraces it with her own. They trade smiles. The love scene is interrupted by a loud door smack, which turn their attention to the room’s entrance. A massive human being gets in and walks up toward the couple. The atmosphere changes right away… Feelings such as rage, brutality, anxiety and fear grow exponentially as the seconds pass by.
The man finally stands in front of the fireplace – completely covering the view of the fire. That’s right, he’s that massive. A combination of seven-foot-two-inch and 413 Lbs. His clothes? Dirty and wet. He wears a black sort of armor that covers his whole body except the arms – wide arms, may I add. For instance, he is not fat. However, he’s not muscular either… The human being standing in front of the worried couple is just… Massive.
“Du trenger ikke engang snakke i vårt morsmål lenger!”
(Translation: “You don't even speak in our native tongue anymore!”)
The Norwegian language finally being spoken… The man has his fists clenched while he stares deeply into Mikael’s eyes. Mikael; however, avoids eye contact and speaks in a calm manner – perhaps in an attempt to ease the enraged beast in front of him?
“I’m quite sure that I taught you manners, Kveldulv… Are you ever going to knock the door and request to have words with me?”
“Du bedre endre tone akkurat nå hvis du ønsker å leve for en annen dag, Mikael ... Jeg vil rive din skalle hverandre med mine egne bare hendene!”
(Translation: “You better change your tone right now if you want to live for another day, Mikael... I will tear your skull apart with my own bare hands.”)
Mikael gets up to his feet as soon as Kveldulv is done pronouncing his sentence. They engage into an eye stare battle. Such that certainly appears to be just a common action for most people; however, there’s definitely a mighty war of power of will going on. Valerica knows so, as it’s easy to notice that she’s rather terrified and worried. She slowly gets up and walks toward the window.
“Du trenger meg ... DU TRENGER MEG! Dette er mitt domene, mine lander, mine veggene, og jeg vil IKKE tillate deg å behandle meg som en vanlig borger. Prøv meg, Kveldulv ... Jeg kan forsikre deg om at du ikke er klar ennå!”
(Translation: “You need me... YOU NEED ME! This is my domain, my lands, my walls and I will NOT allow you to treat me like a commoner. Try me, Kveldulv... I assure you that you are not ready yet!”)
Ready for what? Makes us wonder… They remain staring into each other’s eyes for a minute and afterwards, Kveldulv actually goes to one of his knees and bow his head to Mikael. The latter takes a deep breath and places his right hand upon Kveldulv’s head – as if he’s blessing, or perhaps forgiving the man.
“Gather yourself… You allow your relentless rage to take control of your mind and your next step is right into an abyss of regret and demise – your demise. Get up to your feet, look right into my eyes like family and talk to me as a lucid individual. Use the power that I bestowed you to fight your own demons… Not… God.”
Kveldulv does gather himself and slowly loosen up his fists. He walks to another window and observes the rain outside as he speaks. Valerica gets back to her seat and so does Mikael.
“Du prøvde å skjule det for meg, Mikael ... Hvorfor? Jeg er ikke verdig for deg? Er jeg ikke i stand til å bære byrdene!?”
(Translation: “You tried to hide it from me, Mikael... Why? Am I not worthy for you? Am I not able to carry your burdens!?”)
Mikael turns his face and his attention to the massive man now. Eyes slightly widened – he probably feels an incoming issue.
“Ikke gjør en av dine triks på meg igjen, fortalte Mikael ... Svarn meg. Du får tilbake til det skitne dritt hull som folk kaller Amerika.”
(Translation: “Don't do one of your tricks on me again, Mikael... Svanr told me. You are getting back to that filthy shit hole that people call America.”)
As soon as the man is done talking, Mikael closes his eyes, lowers his head a bit and grabs the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb fingers. Valerica looks angry now. She gets up and stands right in front of Mikael – just like Kveldulv earlier.
“What is the meaning of this? America? I thought you were done! No more stress, no more putting your body’s health on the line for a stupid goal and…”
“… Stupid!?”
Mikael replies right away. He looks to Kveldulv, then back to his wife. Following so, he gets up and paces to one side and another as he speaks.
“… Yes… Next week, I’ll be coming back to the United States of America, Valerica. I… I am sorry for waiting this long to tell you. As a matter of fact, I am sorry for telling you such important matter under this circumstance.”
He briefly looks at Kveldulv and shakes his head.
“Why!? Why are we getting back to America after all those unfortunate events? Mikael, I never thought you’d be so stubborn! Makes me wonder… Are you so attached to your past that you are desperately trying to find ways to have it exposed? Deep regret, perhaps?”
“No… No. You are wrong, love. You see… This is not about my past. This is not about us. We are not going back to America…
… I am.
Allow me to explain myself, you see-”
His speech is interrupted by Valerica once again – she is definitely upset. Kveldulv rests his forehead onto the window, still paying attention to the rain while listening to the argument.
“So… You are going to abandon me once again, are you not!? Mikael, please, listen to me… Your arrogance is driving you to an insane path.
You are NOT a God.
You are NOT a Devil.
You are a common human being just like me… Or him.”
She looks at Kveldulv once she pronounces the last word. One could notice that she doesn’t feel sincere when referring to that man as a human being. Mikael walks up to a dark area of the room and his hands embrace each other behind his back as he listens carefully.
“Mikael, you need to understand that what you are trying to do is not right… Not only you will be wasting your mental energy, you are putting your body on the line for people that care not about you whatsoever! For what purpose!? HUH!? WHAT DO YOU SEEK!?”
“DO… NOT! SCREAM! Within these walls…”
Mikael shouting is definitely rare. He takes a deep breath and lowers his head, back still turned to his wife. Kveldulv looks at him and lets out a sneering chuckle before saying the upcoming.
“Du føler at behovet igjen, gjør du ikke? Det er magefølelsen din. Du kan ikke bekjempe den følelsen - akkurat som meg! Medlidenhet! Akkurat som meg!”
(Translation: “You feel that need again, do you not? That is your instinct. You cannot fight that feeling - just like me! Pity! Just like ME!”)
Mikael remains silent. Valerica shakes her head – the emptiness in her eyes can be noticed. She knows it as much as Kveldulv does.
“Valerica… Tell me. What is the whole point of bearing the knowledge that rivals any individual on Earth when you cannot even use such for a purpose? I’ve read more than ten thousand books – I could talk to anyone about the exchange of each Oxygen molecule deep into the hemoglobin along with the functions of each part of our brain… Or we could have a meaningful conversation regarding Freud and his dream theories – a fine subject, may I add. Better yet, if you seek to discuss the theories of piano notes, you might as well talk to me, because I know each and every single one of them.
My point is… Why bear all this knowledge when I trap myself within these walls of regret? I’m just trapping myself into a shell – a comfort zone. I’m tired of running, Valerica… I’m simply…
… Bored.”
“Bored!?”
Mikael turns to look at Valerica, whom is even more upset.
“Bored.”
“Is my presence despicable for you, huh? Is it, ‘God’? Are we not good enough to please you!?”
Silence.
Kveldulv walks toward Mikael’s direction. Once they are close enough, Kveldulv coldly places his hand on Mikael’s shoulder.
“Du må bruke dine egne krefter til å kjempe dine indre demoner, Mikael ... Er det riktig?”
(Translation: “You need to use your own powers to fight your inner demons, Mikael... Is that right?”)
Mikael slaps Kveldulv’s hand away and lets out an amusing chuckle. He certainly likes what he just heard – his words are being followed after all.
“I’ve already found a place to start my campaign, Valerica… This time, I will not hesitate to do what I am supposed to.
And I am going by myself.
I have no intention to put you or any member of our family in danger. This is… My own campaign.
Kveldulv. You will stay here to take care of Svanr. He trusts you – and whatever Valerica commands, you both bow your heads and accept her orders. I am conceding you a responsibility of utmost importance as of this very moment… Svanr’s issue. See, I want you to control him. Control that issue… He… Cannot be left by himself.
I need him.
We all do.
He cannot… Leave this place. Do you understand, Kveldulv? Do you, Valerica? Do NOT allow Svanr to ever leave these walls unless I say so. I have a bad feeling about him. He’s… Slowly getting back to his former self. And you both know the consequences of that disorder.”
“This is a mistake, Mikael.”
Mikael replies right away – rough voice tone.
“A mistake that I am ready to deal with IF you are correct. You know me, Valerica… You said it yourself. The world is not ready to deal with my philosophy. They will be ready someday, though. I have faith in the humanity.
I have faith in you, Kveldulv.
I have faith in you… Valerica.
All I want now is you both to reciprocate such thing. Believe in me… I will save this world.”
“And when will you ever save yourself from your own hell?”
Mikael looks to Kveldulv. They stare at each other for a minute – silence. Kveldulv then nods and leaves the room. Following so, Mikael walks toward Valerica and embraces her. She hesitates for a moment; however, she ends up embracing him as well.
“Oh, Mikael… I love you. But you need to listen to me. This is a mistake… Once you leave this place, you’ll seal your fate. You are-.”
“Shhh… You have not to worry. Please… Take care of Kveldulv. I… Am still afraid of him.”
“Gods aren’t afraid of commoners… I thought you were a God?”
She replies in a playful manner. Mikael; however, remains serious.
“Valerica, listen… Kveldulv will follow everything you command – that’s the only reason we are embracing each other at this very moment. But you already know that, do you not? His rage never faded… Never will. It’s just a matter of time until he makes an attempt of transcendence.
Unless, of course, you stand by my side to prevent such thing to happen.”
She takes a deep breath.
“So… Where are you going?”
Mikael smiles now. The couple gets back to their respective seats and warm themselves near the fireplace.
“Pure Amusement Wrestling.”
And he smiles. One more time, his eyes shine… Not like before, though. This time, there’s a motivation that is strong enough to move mountains. A Norwegian man that possesses big goals – such that certainly include the whole world. However, it all begins in Pure Amusement Wrestling.
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On-camera
Date: July 15th of 2016
Location: Unknown
"Nice to meet you, Pure Amusement Wrestling!" by Mikael
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The scene fades in a rather dark ambient– we see a red cushioned barber chair placed in the middle of the room. The wood floor looks as flawless as the wall and a painting of a woman in the background. Although we cannot see it with detail – one would assume that it’s Mikael’s wife, Valerica. The large windows serve as a way to allow the lights to illuminate the center of the room.
The silence is broken by sounds of footsteps. Each one of them echoes while the camera remains static focusing the red chair. After a brief minute, a man wearing Victorian-era clothing appears in sight. He carries a razor in hands - his personal razor. It’s no one other than Mikael. Said man takes his time to take a seat on his chair, placing both of his elbows on the armrest and looking right into the camera.
“Are you ready for reality, ladies and gentlemen?
Pure Amusement Wrestling… Ok, first and foremost, let us get to meet each other, shall we? My name is Mikael. My age does not really matter – I believe age is but a number. For those who wonder at this moment, my strong accent quickly denotes that I’m not a fellow American.
You are correct. I’m from a distant land called Norway. Do I like my country? Oh my, of course! I must admit, I am still used to the Norwegian climate… It is quite cold over there – unlike this so-called land of opportunities and freedom.
America.
Ha! Freedom… Ah, pardon my lack of manners; please, understand that I do not intend to disrespect your land and your culture whatsoever. The United States of America possess quite a rich history and powerful stance when it comes to the geopolitics – a dominant stance. Society… We choose to believe and follow whatever or whoever the media pushes upon our hungry throats, am I correct?
Well, no… It depends on the point of view. Life is made of point of views. For a brief moment, you may simply look at your reflex into the mirror and see yourself as the embodiment of excellence that has been chosen as the enlightened one to save the society! Interesting, isn’t it? On the other hand, you may turn on the television – or read your newspaper, and you might end up following someone else’s thoughts like a sheep… A mere sheep among wolves. Wolves that do their best to feed upon your weaknesses.
For instance, the wolves are the so-called society.
Which do you prefer?
Tell me… Open your mind and get lost into your own thoughts for a moment. Do you prefer to see yourself as the enlightened one or you’d rather just follow like a sheep?
Option A or B?
Option one or two?
Well, I assume you’d choose to see yourself as the enlightened one… Well, of course! Generally, every individual seeks to be recognized as a… God. Am I right? You are tired of being a sheep… You are tired of being fed to these ferocious wolves – constantly scaring you and pressuring you to run and change your decisions due to their hunger! You do NOT want to satiate their hunger, do you?
Oh, but are you actually ready to see yourself as the enlightened one? If you want to follow the path of a true leader, you must wield a great amount of skills and intelligence that cannot expose a single weakness… The world, ladies and gentlemen. The world is ruthless. We are raised being told that we should trust no man except ourselves and family… Perhaps even your own family might end up piercing a razor right into your back!
Who knows?
Do you?”
Mikael plays with his razor between his left hand’s fingers now – he displays mastery while doing so. As if that razor is part of his body. The man displays a grin which fades before the resume of his monologue.
“So by now, I assume you feel confident about yourself and your answer to my simple question. Despite having in mind that you cannot comprehend the unknown, you still seek to see yourself as enlightened one, do you not?
Quite noble and heroic.
That’s definitely a feature that the majority of the society bears, though. So you should not feel special. We are surrounded by self-proclaimed heroes, Gods, warriors, fighters… Oh, and talented wrestlers. As a matter of fact, talented human beings in general.
You are; however, doing nothing but harm to yourself. You are living a LIE!
Why, you say? Now now, you probably wonder what on world this goofy-looking outsider is talking about… Did he just offer me two options and then claimed that both of them are wrong?
You are, indeed, correct.
Like I said, life is all about points of view. There is no such thing as the correct point of view, people. I gave you two options and you chose to believe that one of them is the right one. Therefore, you are the sheep after all. Well, the slightly smarter ones could probably tell from the beginning that this is but a metaphor… But you do not see the point of all this, do you?
You are NOT enlightened then.
See, that’s the point… Now you stand confused. What is going on? What is this man talking about? Is there a point after all?
The question you must ask yourselves is… Must every question have a proper answer?
Are we supposed to answer to every single question asked by men? Are we supposed to actually ask questions?
Look into the mirror, folks… See it for yourself. Find your own answer!
Are you enlightened or a sheep?”
A sneering chuckle interrupts his monologue.
“Oh, please. Do not pressure yourself to answer that question… Do not be the wolf.
As a matter of fact, do not even bother if you cannot think of an answer now… Do not be the sheep.
Here we go… My thoughts run in circles once again. What are you supposed to be, then? What are you supposed to believe or even follow?
So many questions…
I wonder – do I have your attention now? Probably not… I’m afraid this is an awkward way to introduce myself to the unknown mass. It’s just that I like to ask questions, you know? Whether they are supposed to be answered or not, I do my part – because that’s how mankind evolved after all.
Knowledge is power, people. You may possess a body crafted to battle one thousand men by yourself into the squared circle. Go on, entertain us… Entertain me. Wage wars, collect your Championship title belts all over the world, make your money and earn the supposed respect. Feel good about yourself! The problem is, at the end of the day… If you do not have the knowledge to deal with the overwhelming attention, you WILL perish.
You do NOT want to perish… Do you, miss Kelsey?
Do you, miss Lee?
The powers that be have decided… We shall have this little contest in a couple of days. I assume you both are preparing yourselves to impress both the powers that be and, of course, the crowd! I mean, this is but common sense. Wrestling motivates you both to wake up every day – you seek to best every opponent that is put in front of you.
Or you seek fame, perhaps? Money? Respect? The good old ego stroke? Pure love? A mysterious hate?
Besides these regular motivations, what makes you both feel willingly to put your bodies on the line for the delight of the people that just want to be entertained, huh? Why do you want to entertain them? Obviously, dull wrestlers never last. The ones that talk too much are faded to fail… Yeah I know, that sounds ironic coming from me.
My point is – you need to be talented as a whole if you want to survive in this business. And there’s no doubt that you both are indeed talented. Kelsey has been wrestling for eight years – that’s right, eight years. In the meanwhile, Annabel is a rookie that has already fascinated the majority of the roster and the fans. I did my research, you know?
Of course, I’m not going to this battlefield by myself… No. The powers that be have decided to unite different universes that come from the same rotten place.”
Mikael sighs. Afterwards, he looks up for a bit and rubs his chin.
“Adam Wolfe – a rather peculiar individual. Oh, extremely smart, if you ask me… The troubled attitudes such as his little puppets, the third person speeches, the flamboyant demeanor and the mask are but a way to con the eyes of the fools. He possesses a special talent, you know? Because when it comes to conning the people into making himself look small, or not even a threat at all to their eyes – he is a master.
Of course, he cannot fool me.
Adam and I have no business relationship whatsoever. I have no idea whether he likes me or not – nor do I care. And as much as our personal attitudes differ, our campaigns somewhat have been leading us to walk the same path. Perhaps, this upcoming contest is to be expected as the moment that our paths finally meet… Or simply divide.
I assume the roster might actually underestimate the combination of Mikael and Adam Wolfe… Well, of course. Two lunatics, right? However, please, I beg you to do NOT underestimate us. Do NOT underestimate someone like Adam Wolfe. If you think that he will shake your hands and talk to you about how beautiful the sunset is while you both smell flowers – you will be lying to yourself. Well, not really… He might actually do that; however, you can bet your life that once you slip, that man will plunge a knife right in your neck while he looks deep into your eyes – he will laugh at you. He will talk to you as your soul fades away of your body… And he will caress your lifeless body.
He will take whatever he wants whenever he feels like so.
.
.
.
That’s the reality…
… Oh, what about me, you say? Well, I’ll live to tell the story, I suppose. I’m just a story teller, an avid student of life! Mikael would never be involved in such treacherous thing or vile debauchery!”
Mikael lets out a long laugh now. He shakes his head and adjusts his body on the red chair. Then, he moves both of his hands on the top of his hair and points at the camera.
“Are you ready to deal with lunatics, Kelsey?
Are you, Annabel?
Oh no no no, this is but a rhetorical question. Trust me, you both are NOT ready. And will never be… But this is a good thing! I mean, it takes one lunatic to understand another. I am quite certain that neither of you possess the troubled mind to deal with a single lunatic – let alone two of them.
Wait… Am I a lunatic? God cannot be a lunatic, correct?
Ah, points of view, people. Points of view at its finest! See – say whatever you want about me and my motivations. I do not mind it. I’m far beyond that level… Men crave for the respect of the masses and their approval.
But me? I am no man.
Like I said… I’m beyond that level.
I want you two to understand that I have the utmost respect for your love for the business, ladies. I do. You both put your heart, body and soul into this every single day to serve as a role model to the society… A society that is eager for a hero to save us all from hell, from unfortunate days, diseases, wars, deaths, mass hysteria, et cetera.
Understand that even Gods fall… I fell multiple times, I must admit it. Yet, here I stand. As strong as ever, or perhaps stronger! Annabel, this is my lesson to you… This is the knowledge that I’m freely providing you. It’s not about how long you keep up stacking your victories and the accomplishments throughout life. No, every single individual is capable of doing so! It’s about how many times you get up after being knocked out. It’s about how you behave after being knocked out to the stiff floor. Is your will strong enough to resist the wretched situations? Can you persist even when before your feet stands a bridge that will take you to hell?
Because that’s your current situation, you know? You’ve had quite a debut in Pure Amusement Wrestling… Positive just like your shiny attitude! Sadly for you, that’s not the reality – you must go through hell to understand the meaning of being in heaven.
Adam Wolfe and I? We shall be your hell in our little contest! I’m excited!”
Mikael finally gets up to his feet. He grabs his hands behind his back and walks toward the camera.
“As for you, Kelsey… I want you to look at this as if you are dealing with your inner anger.
Oh… Don’t try to hide it. We all possess such thing deep within our hearts, whether we want to embrace it or not. Perhaps anger towards life… A certain friend? Family? Certainly a touchy subject, yes? Pardon me. I do not intend to bring that anger to the surface or anything like that. I just want to prepare you for the adversities of life. That’s my knowledge for you, young lady.
Running away will not solve your problems. Trust me; I’ve been into this same path for years… Years of regret and reflections on my actions. I am sure that you will not run away from us, of course not! You must please the fans, you must stand by your friend’s side – is she your friend at all? Do you both share a bond? What if... Hmm, are you both willing to ruthlessly fight each other for a common goal?
The question that I want you to ask yourself is…
… Will you run away from your adversities when you stand before them?”
Mikael turns his back to the camera now.
“Well, like I said before… Not every question demands an answer. You choose whether you want to be a wolf, a sheep or the enlightened one.
In the meanwhile, I’ll stick to telling my little stories that bore the fools to death.
I suppose I should wrap up this little video with a phrase that will stand out from the rest, should I not?
Not really… I’m not a sheep! Oh, I’m not a wolf and I’m not the enlightened one either.
I’m just a man named…... Mikael.
Nice to meet you, Pure Amusement Wrestling!”
We hear the sounds of his laugh echoing in the room as he tilts his head up.
Black screen.
