Inter-Promotional Match - Mikael versus Julliet Brooks

On-camera
Date: 27th August of 2016
Location: Sogn Og Fjordane, Norway

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The scene fades in vast cemetery lands – such that seem to be crowded by nothing but a great amount of tombstones, each of them placed side by side in lines that can be seen fading on the distant horizon. The trees are also abundant, even though most of them do not look healthy, seeing that their dry leaves constantly fly away of their branches just to rest on the grassy soil. The camera follows a trail which leads us to a rather sinister area – crows chirping, a couple of rats wandering around and cockroaches climbing the dirty gravestones.

Finally, we see three men surrounding a burial ground. One of them is easy to recognize as his unorthodox style of clothing cannot lie – it’s the self-proclaimed Paragon of Knowledge, Mikael. By his side, stands a massive human being that appears on Pure Amusement Wrestling television &/or tape for the first time ever. He’s seven-foot-two-inch tall and certainly weighing in the forty-hundred-pound mark, Kveldulv. His all-black armor is mostly covered by dirt and dry blood and he appears to be digging a hole. In the meanwhile, we also see a small individual sitting next to the gravestone, all-red suit and a top hat on – another member of Supremacy (and perhaps the most dangerous one), Svanr.

As the camera approaches those mysterious chaps, the sounds of Norwegian words can be heard between the violent digging by Kveldulv and the camera man’s footsteps; however, they’re not comprehended by the PAW audio crew which couldn’t translate their words to the English language; therefore, the fellow native English speakers cannot understand what they’re saying.

Black screen.

“The opportunity to secure ourselves against defeat lies in our own hands, but the opportunity of defeating the enemy is provided by the enemy himself.”

Following that quote, a bunch of methodical laughs echo to one side and another of our ears - casting feelings which consist of anxiety and discomfort.

“You are making this too easy for us… Julliet Brooks.”

Another scene fades in – multiple flashes which appear to be Kveldulv chopping a large chunk of wood in a dark area. The man’s violence increases exponentially as he smacks the chunk with his silver woodcutter axe.

Black screen.

“What do you seek here, miss Brooks?

Fortune?
Fame?
Glory?
New experiences?

Control?”

The next flashes consist of the other remaining Supremacy member, Svanr. We see a bunch of scenes that appear to be said man brutally assaulting a mere goat. His bloody butcher knife goes up and down into the animal’s flesh – a terrible sight, indeed. It’s even worse when the last flash is the man smiling, as if he’s having an orgasm while beheading the animal.

Black screen.

“Oh, Julliet… Little do you know the mistake that you’ve chained yourself to. Now, as an honorable fellow representing this magnificent territory that goes by the name of Pure Amusement Wrestling, I’d like to say the following…

… Welcome!”

More flashes which are worse than the previous ones. This time, we see both Kveldulv and Svanr delivering cuts to a move less body hang up by the legs – one can only hope that that body is fake and merely done for entertaining purposes. The blood flows out of the guts and flies all over the place. The men performing such madness are laughing.

Black screen.

“Welcome to your worst; yet, enlightening nightmare, Julliet Brooks!”

We finally get back to the first scene which is the cemetery one. Kveldulv is no longer digging the hole due to the fact that it’s deep enough; however, there lies nothing but emptiness. Mikael walks in sight and breathes deeply. He smiles to the camera before his upcoming speech.

“First and foremost, let me make something clear, ladies and gentlemen… For an individual that is still considered a newcomer within the walls of Pure Amusement Wrestling, it would be an honor to be considered worthy of representing said federation in battles that concern multiple promotions – inter-federation matches, per say.

Oh, such an honor… If only I cared about that. If only I cared about representing this place – such a waste of time and resources! The truth is… I do not care about this place. This must be a sort of an attempt of a joke or a ‘PAW Newcomer 101’ test which I, Mikael, have been chosen as a mere subject.
I ask you people… Why?
I wonder. Do you people think that I will be praising your foolish ideas just for picking me to represent this territory? Do you people think that I need that kind of an ego stroke? No. That is not the case… No no no, this is an insult to my intelligence and my effort. I am not here to prove how strong Pure Amusement Wrestling is, folks. There is no need to do such thing, because the fact of the matter is…

… It's a known that PAW is where the biggest professionals in the business hang.

Period.

I’ve done my research and the conclusions are amusing – the number of federations all over the world increases every single day. It’s nearly unbearable. Every single day, a new promotion rises from the planning papers while others succumb to their fatal endings. Apparently, Boardwalk Wrestling is one of the biggest promotions in the world… We, PAW wrestlers, are supposed to respect and perhaps even fear the strongest Boardwalk signees!

Hilarious, right?”

Mikael actually bursts out laughing. An odd sight and rather unique, the man’s not used to laughing – perhaps Wolfe’s presence in his castle did influence his attitude somehow. He adjusts his jacket’s lapel and gets back to his monologue.

“I could not care less about Boardwalk Wrestling or any other federation out there. See, that is the biggest pattern that I’ve noticed during my studies regarding the wrestling business. It appears that we, the newer wrestlers, are supposed to fear and even bow our heads to the supposed veterans and self-entitled legends of the business… Why? What have you done to be considered a legend?

Is it because of the men that you defeated?
Is it because of the Championship title belts that you conquered?
Or is it because of a reputation created by yourself, such that you live off of due to the fact that that’s all you’ve got?

Past. Past. Past!

Pity!

If only I had the opportunity to face such ‘legend’… Instead of that, I get to face a wrestler whom is definitely meaningless to my biggest goals in PAW.

Julliet Brooks. Please, do tell… Why are you even here? You see, I have done my research on you and I can tell that you did not impress me…

… I cannot believe that someone like you was once called a Champion. Well, figures… It is Boardwalk after all. A federation which appears as a cheap comedy show to my eyes – and the sad part is the jokes are not even funny.
A place where backstage politics play a major role in their insignificant careers.
A place that emanated pathetic weaklings such as CJ O’Donnell, whom got manhandled by a fellow PAW comrade... Amusing fact, I’ve never thought that I’d address a Zombie as a comrade.
A place that, in my humble opinion, bears no honor.

A place that you are representing when we meet in that ring, Julliet. Are you proud of yourself? As a matter of fact, are you proud of the place that you represent?

Make no mistake; I am extremely proud of representing a place such as Pure Amusement Wrestling… The fact that I do not care about that kind of battle does not equal complete disregard to the place that employs me. We do not pat each other’s backs and give opportunities to the unworthy just because they have a pull in the backstage… No.

Only the strongest individuals are deserving of being called Champions in PAW.

And when you look at the top of the food chain here, you will notice that every single Champion of Pure Amusement Wrestling could easily tear the whole Boardwalk Wrestling roster apart. This, folks, is NOT a hyperbole. Trust me when I say this… ANY PAW Champion could easy destroy your whole roster.

In fact, it is a shame that I am the one chosen to destroy one of your useless members. You did hear correctly… Useless.

Because you, Julliet Brooks, are useless to me, to PAW and even to your own federation. 
So, again, I ask you… Are you proud of yourself?”

Mikael takes a pause and laughs. He looks down the hole that was dug by Kveldulv and then back to the camera.

“You do not have to answer that question because it does not matter… You may show yourself over here claiming anything that you feel like. As far as I am concerned, you may even claim impossible features such as being a future PAW Champion or worthy of sharing a squared circle with me.

But… Do you want to know what gets on my nerves?

The fact that I must study your past and your Boardwalk career… Why? Well, why must I do that when YOU are the one coming to my territory to get put back on your place beneath our level? I do not like to guess the future, but I bet that you will not even pull an effort to read about my career – maybe you will mention my hair, my clothing, my nickname… Things that matter not when I am the man hooking your legs up for the three count.

Trust me, Julliet… I did read about you and I did watch your videos. However, I expect YOU to make an effort to find out information about me. Tell me who I am… Tell me what you will do to me. Tell me how better than me you are because you’ve already held this or that title. Sadly, none of that will matter. You are being used as a pawn in this whole situation. You do not even see that, do you?

You are a mere sacrifice piece. Of course, even the pawn has the chance of becoming something relevant; however, let us be honest… You are NOT that kind of pawn.

You have been chosen as an example to the whole world, Julliet. And I’ve been chosen as the executioner. The PAW's executioner… Sounds fitting, eh? Well, we do have a sort of a verbal rapist in PAW, do we not? This is turning to a fierce competition which you either get molested by Wonder’s ruthless words or Mikael’s relentlessness in a PAW ring. Alternatively, you could be taken to a quick painful trip through an ambulance by Press, Julliet… How does that sound? How about the French Mimes making a fool out of you or your Boardwalk comrades without the need of saying a single word?

See? That is what you get here!

Carnage.
Destruction.
No mercy.
Disregards for your so-called reputations.

You come to PAW and we will drop you on your back for good… And the best thing is the fact that it shall be an honor for YOU. Because losing to a PAW wrestler takes your career to a whole new level – if you survive a PAW ring, then you are ready to take on anyone in this world. Are you ready to take anyone in this world, Julliet?

As a matter of fact, a question that I want you to ask yourself is… Are you ready to take on a PAW wrestler?”

Mikael laughs once again. He turns around and goes to one of his knees as the camera man positions himself to display the burial grounds properly. We see Kveldulv and Svanr standing next to a crouched Mikael.

“So, do you understand the meaning of this place, Julliet? This is for you and all the ones that doubt me & PAW… This hole belongs to you filthy degenerates that claim accolades that matters not to us.

Here in PAW, we don’t have to claim much…
… We just do it.

Trust me, Julliet. It shall be a painful lesson for you; yet, I want you to do me a favor. When it is time for you to leave PAW with your tail tucked between your legs, which might have a combination of urine and blood scents, make sure to tell your Boardwalk friends about your little campaign here… Tell them that we are better than them.

As the Americans say… Tell them that you got your ass handed to you. Tell the whole world about your experiences. Let them know that PAW is not a playground for you pathetic guests. You either jump into the flames in order to become nothing but ashes that shall not be remembered…

… Or you embrace those flames and rise off of it as a phoenix.

Your hole is prepared, Julliet… Now it is time for you to lay in it for the time being. PAW wishes you the best of luck in your future endeavors.

I; however, do not.”

Mikael stands up to stand between Kveldulv and Svanr. They stare to the camera in a serious manner as the latter slowly backs away. The cemetery is displayed one more time before a final black screen.