On-cameraDate: July 30th of 2016
Location: Unknown
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Loud methodical breathing sounds pierce the silence of the surroundings – such that, for instance, we cannot even see clearly. The pitch-black scene passes us a feeling that can be described as gloomy, as well as the aura within the place. The breathing ceases for a couple of seconds and following so, we hear what appears to be fingers smacking hard steel – one at a time.
“Nice to meet you, Pure Amusement Wrestling…”
That is sentence that allows us to recognize the individual’s voice. Definitely, it is no one other than Mikael. His known chuckle echoes around while we can hear a rather high-pitched creaking – finally, a light bulb is turned on at the top of the room and the scene is pretty much the same that we saw about two weeks ago.
Said man adjusts himself on his trademark red chair – he wears his usual garment which consists of high-quality tailored Victorian-era linen shirt under a dark-brown vest, pinstripe dark-blue slacks, black boots and the fingerless gloves. A quick smile can be noticed once he finally eyeballs the camera that focus the scene. He rubs his hands, then, claps slowly in a quite sarcastic demeanor.
“… I’m just a man named Mikael!”
A long laugh follows the mentioned line – clearly a sort of mockery by the man due to the fact that he is repeating a few of his words of his last promotional video. However, his serene face expression quickly vanishes once he is done clapping his hands. His arms rest on the cushioned armrest and a final deep breath can be heard before his upcoming speech.
“Congratulations Kelsey and Annabel… I wonder – are you both proud of yourselves? I hope so. Because I am… Oh, and I really mean it. It takes a maniac to deal with another one; as a matter of fact, it takes one maniac to survive a battle with another one when the dust settles and the final blood drop is spilt. Make no mistake, neither of you possess the perversion, the corruption, the depravity to understand what goes into my mind – or even Wolfe’s. Regardless, I cannot lie to myself and the fine public watching us… Pro-wrestling is definitely your destiny, whether it is a bitter ending or not – you both will have to walk that unknown path to find out.
But.
Lets not attach ourselves to the past… Wolfe and I lost our little battle. It is over and there is nothing we can say to change the outcome. Understand that I, in no way, intend to claim excuses or anything regarding that matter. I accept my fate… I accept my reality.
I embraced the reality.
You see, life is made of battles. We constantly battle the people surrounding us – enemies, friends, family… I even dare to say ourselves.
Fears, egos, pride, money, territory, power.
Those are some of the reasons that fuel our kind to progress on our short period of time upon Earth. Battles make us move… And obviously, we will all lose battles throughout our life. It’s inevitable. We do not always win.
Wolfe and I lost the battle…
… But I want each and every single one of you to acknowledge that WE will end up winning the war.
In order to win the war – we must, somehow, start it somewhere… Must we not? There is but one goal that we must accomplish if we want to engage in pure carnage, ladies and gentlemen. In fact, simple objects that a huge amount of our fellow wrestlers seek – something that holds no meaning unless the one holding it gives it a purpose.
We are, obviously, talking about Championship title belts… Mere over-sized gold or silver plates bonded to leather straps. For instance, in order to win this little war – Wolfe and I must enter the battlefield and walk out as the FIRST and undisputed Tag Team Champions of Pure Amusement Wrestling.”
Mikael slowly straightens his eyebrows with his index fingers & thumbs, and then softly slides his hand through his pale face. Then, he points at the camera and speaks confidently.
“Oh, that shall be a battlefield which will certainly contain a good amount of starveling contenders – a bunch of pretenders and delusional individuals whom believe that a leather strap will make you appear more relevant than the majority of the others surrounding you. I am sure that every single one of you will hold nothing back… Aim for the kill, as you Americans like to say, right?
And you know what? I am eager for it! I had my doubts whether I should have signed a contract with PAW or not, but at the end of the day, I am glad that I did sign that paper. This is going to be one hell of a ride and I am looking forward to dealing with the consequences of our actions. First things first, if Wolfe and I seek to conquer the Tag Team division, we must pass through a group of wrestlers that are definitely no easy challenge…
… Well, there is no easy challenge in here, which gives me an exciting feeling. However, these two individuals are diamonds in a puddle of mud. Our first stepping stones to fulfillment consist of veterans in the business – veterans at pro-wrestling and overall entertainment. The masses have heard about them… The masses have embraced them as good role models in a game full of dirty players.
Nirvana and Redrum.
The Carnies.”
Mikael slightly shakes his head and chuckles before looking up as he rubs his chin. He slides his hands through his messy hair then gets up to his feet. He adjusts his vest and belt buckle before wandering to one side and another – slow pace.
“A fine collection of entertainers… If I may, I’d like to address Redrum at first – an eccentric man that portrays himself as the classical clown that we are all supposed to love. Amongst loud-mouthed punks and nonsensical fools, we are honored by the presence of an individual that simply seeks to entertain the masses with his pure jokes and silly antics. An individual that I assume that bears no hate into his warm heart and wishes he could bring up a smile up people’s faces in difficult times that we have been going through.
Or, how I like to call it…………… A fallacy.
Make no mistake; I have utmost respect for classical acts such as mimics, clowns, puppet shows, et cetera. However, the masks that these fine artists wear hide their true selves… They serve their purpose as a way to hide their feelings in order to protect their broken egos from the difficulties that life has to provide – life is not all about jokes or pleasantry.
Tell me, Redrum… Are you happy? I mean, of course, I have seen your videos and it is easy to notice the big smile across your multi-colored face. However, deep inside, are you truly satisfied with your current state?
Do you look into the mirror and find nothing but peace?
You would not show yourself to the public in an attempt to entertain them while deep inside your heart is crushed and your hopes are non-existent…….. Would you?
You see, Redrum… You are lying to yourself. Your little jokes and antics may come off as funny and entertaining to the masses – and to a certain point, I actually enjoy them. I will probably let out a couple of laughs as I stand on the ring apron while watching you wrestle Wolfe. However, you cannot fool me… You cannot fool yourself.
The reality is….. Deep inside, you are a being corroded by sorrow and pain, Redrum. And I believe that by entertaining the people, you might – think – that you are redeeming yourself from your own negative judgement.
But you are not.
Your campaign does nothing but harm to yourself… And instead of realizing such, you decide to ignore the reality – and the consequences are drastically leading you to a path of uncertainty and regret.
Did you know that clowns used to be treated as peasants during the Kingdom era? They were capable of making a King laugh, of course… But at the end of the day, they were all replaceable. You are replaceable, Redrum. What could make you stand out from the rest is your intelligence – do you possess such to realize that you are living a lie? Do you actually seek to enhance your horizons? You cannot live to entertain the crowd for your entire life… You will have to change your campaign when difficult times come by.
Sadly, for you, difficult times are right upon your face. They go by the name of… Hmmm, we do not have a tag team name yet. Anyway, Wolfe and myself – WE are the difficult times in this federation. And as much as I would like to see a happy story of a clown that succeeded and made everyone laugh…
… That is NOT going to happen.
‘The Main Attraction’ of the place will make his little jokes, but at the end of the day, he will end up as being the joke. Don’t feel bad about yourself, though… You are supposed to entertain the others, are you not? It is interesting that your demise shall be the reason of our happiness; therefore, I would like to make but a request – if I may.
Entertain me, Redrum… Entertain us!”
Mikael sneers and gets back to his chair. He slowly takes a seat and a deep breath follows so.
“Lastly but not least, we are also supposed to deal with a man that goes by the name of Nirvana.
Nirvana.
The name itself warmth my heart and reminds me of the days that I was studying a couple of Indian religions. I am avid student of such matter, you know? And I assume that you have done research on the name… Therefore, you do have in mind that several people have been trying to release themselves from a state of suffering for centuries – they seek to reach a state of peace, freedom, happiness, self-realization, et cetera.
In other words, they seek to transcend.
I wonder… Have you reached such state, Nirvana? Oh, I doubt it. In my humble opinion, I feel like while your comical partner has been living a lie – you are a lie. Your attitude contradicts your own name; as a matter of fact, your name is a lie. Well, I can tell that you’re being consistent… I mean, you have been wrestling since the seventies according to my research. You are a true veteran. I assume that you have been trying to find your purpose in wrestling since then – but here you are being put to battle against two newcomers.
What makes you keep going after all the blood spilt, the broken bones and the losses, Nirvana? These years definitely take a toll upon your body, you cannot move as fast as the new generation and you cannot take as much damage as you used to. Experience is definitely one of your features; however, sometimes you will find out that experience takes you nowhere… Well, you’re Nirvana – so you already know that, do you not?
You know everything and you are far above the mundane level…… Are you not?”
Mikael lets out a long evil laugh. He gets up and walks towards the camera – we see his upper part only. The man stretches his arms to the sides and has an intense eye stare.
“SHOW ME! SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO, NIRVANA! SHOW ME WHAT YOU CAN DO REDRUM! I AM EXCITED!
Lets entertain these people… After all, that is what you both desire – for the good times and honor!
Meanwhile, Wolfe and I will stick to what we do best.
Carnage.
Trust me; like I said before -- I am looking forward to this carnage, gentlemen!”
Mikael smirks before turning his back to the camera. At this moment, the light bulb is turned off and we hear the same breathing sounds that we did in the beginning of this video.
Silence.
Black screen.
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Off-Camera
Date: July 30th of 2016
Location: Unknown
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“You can turn the lights on now, Björn.”
And so he does. The ambient is fully illuminated and we see Björn, the loyal butler, in the back while Mikael walks toward the exit door.
“Sir… I’d like to ask you a question, if I may.”
Mikael grabs the door’s knob and looks at the senile man slowly approaching him.
“Of course, what troubles your mind, my friend?”
“Oh… Do not worry about that, master. I just wonder why you did not bring your sons with yourself. Don’t you think that having both Kveldulv and Svanr by your side will severely diminish the chances of… You know…”
Mikael remains silent for a moment as if he is thinking of a good answer. However, nothing comes out – the silence is awkward.
“Pardon me, master. I did not intend to step in your personal business.”
“There is no need to apologize, Björn. I… Don’t know, my friend. I just do not know.”
His face expression certainly shows concern. He opens the door and points outside as if he is requesting Björn to leave first. So he does, Mikael follows him. Both men walk the long corridors side by side.
“I must admit, master… I’ve never thought that you’d get into pro-wrestling like that. You are having fun, aren’t you?”
Mikael chuckles.
“Indeed, I am, Björn. In order to accomplish what I seek, I need to perfect my body alongside with my mind. Pro-wrestling is being a great test of will and physique strength. In fact, I have been feeling better since the day that I started working on my physical health.”
“I am happy for you, sir… By the way, what’s with the light bulb effects on your video?”
“Oh, I just wanted to pass a feeling of mystery and darkness. One must entertain the fans watching the spectacle, correct?”
“Correct!”
Silence.
“Did I… Entertain you, Björn? Did you enjoy the recording of that video?”
“Oh my, of course! Your analogies are very intelligent, master.”
Mikael chuckles and so does Björn once they finally get to what appears to be the backyard of a huge castle – Mikael’s castle, to be precise. We see Svanr and Kveldulv fighting each other as Valerica watches the brawl with happiness in her eyes.
Mikael rests his hand upon Björn shoulder and smiles. Just another day for the Supremacy family… Together.
