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Post by The BombTrax on Sept 3, 2016 22:48:39 GMT
One (1) Role Play Max
Final Role Play Deadline: Wednesday September 14th, 2016 @ 10:59 PM CST
Segment/Match Deadline: Wednesday September 14th, 2016 @ 11:59 PM CST
Tag Match -PAW Tag Team Championships- Adam Wolfe & Mikael versus The French Mime Assassins(c) |
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Post by AdamWolfe on Sept 14, 2016 12:42:07 GMT
Two chairs, a shelf covered with puppets and photos of the Puppet Pals, and Wolfe’s box full of puppets. This is the set that is becoming known for the Puppet Pals Play Pen. In one of the chairs, Wolfe can be seen sitting cross legged and playing with The Franchinger. In the other chair is the woman commonly known as Madame Genocide, Jessica Starr. Her head resting in her hands, she appears to be getting more and more frustrated with each passing moment. Finally getting fed up with his antics, she drives her hands into her seat and stands up. She paces over in front of him and crosses her arms, glaring at the fool through the few strands of hair that happen to be hanging in her face. Jessica pulls the hair back as Wolfe doesn’t seem to notice her still.
Jessica: “Wolfe. This isn’t time to be playing with your puppets. It has been requested by both Youtube and your audience that you film a clip talking about your match. Their only request is that it is ‘shoot style’. In other words, they want you talking shit about your opponents. Can you handle that?”
Wolfe: “Why does Wolfe have to do it? Mikey and Genocide are so much better at being mean. Wolfe just wants to be friends and play with his puppets. It’s not fair!”
Jessica: “No. It’s been requested that it be you specifically. This is your chance to prove what you can do. Show them that you have a mean streak too. Can you do that?”
Wolfe: “Fine. But Wolfe isn’t happy about it.”
Jessica hangs her head. She really did hate having to ask him to do this but it was an obligation. Wolfe had signed a deal with Youtube so it was her job to make sure he kept his end of the bargain. She’s still not sure why he signed that deal in the first place. He definitely didn’t need the money from it. Hell, last time she had to deal with his accounts she saw that he had a billion sitting in the bank. A billion dollars. The man with the personality of a child and another personality inside of him was a billionaire. The wrestling promotions he sold must have been a pretty big deal. The fact that he was able to keep that money with his puppet obsession and random spendings was truly a miracle. Suddenly, she realised she had been standing there spacing out. Thankfully, Wolfe didn’t seem to notice as he was still distracted by The Franchinger. She points to the camera crew as she grabs a seat across from Wolfe. The camera crew gives a thumbs up as the recording light turns on.
Jessica: “Hello everyone and welcome to the first episode of the Puppet Pals SideShow. The SideShow will primarily a place for Wolfe or other Puppet Pals to vent their frustrations. Today, we have a fun filled show for you where Wolfe will be talking about his upcoming tag title match.”
Snapping awake, Wolfe pops up and turns his attention to the camera. A big smile springs across his face.
Wolfe: “That’s right! Hi Youtube Puppet Pals! Coming up this week on PAW Wicked, Wolfe and his bestie Mikey are taking on Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope of the Insane Clown Posse. Now Wolfe knows you might not know who they are. They are the PAW Tag Team Champions as well as an alternative country band or something. Two guys with face paint that talk a lot and put their grandpa on screen with them all the time. It really is amazing how much the clowns love their grandpa. Maybe they want to do a clown-puppet act with Wolfe! That would be so fun!”
Jessica: “Wolfe! The Insane Clown Posse is a rap duo, for one. And your opponents are the French Mime Assassins. That old guy isn’t their grandfather, either. That’s just their mouthpiece Francis. You have had a match with them once before. Have you not known their names this whole time?”
Wolfe: “Oh right, the French Mime Assassins. Monkey Ci and Monkey Do. Have you ever noticed they’re so quiet all the time? They’re so weird! Wolfe hears they smell bad too. Like stale bread and cheese. Get it? Because they’re Mimes? They are like that emoji with the monkey covering his mouth!”
Sliding down in his chair, Wolfe flailing his legs in the air has he laughs. He tries to compose himself and re-sit himself in the chair but he slips back down as the tears start to run down his cheeks. This was the man that has been a billionaire since he was 27. The man that has been a champion in every company he’s been in. Now he’s making poor French jokes and comparing people to emojis. He had fallen down a strange route that Jessica knew he could only get out of with her help.
Jessica: “Wolfe, you’ve lost to them before. Mind you it was a multiple team match but either way, they were on the winning side while you were on the losing side. What do you plan on doing differently so that you and Mikael win this time?”
Wolfe: “Simple! Wolfe is going to wipe their face paint off. Clearly that is where they get all of their superpowers from. If Wolfe wipes it off, their mouths will be unlocked and they will be forced to talk. They won’t be able to concentrate on invisible boxes and ropes and they will talk themselves into submission. Wolfe is going to take out their nose plugs too! Then they will be forced to smell each other. Not even Mimes can handle the smell of cheese.”
Jessica: “Enough! You have to take this seriously. Cut the cameras.”
The recording light turns off as a dark smile creeps across Wolfe’s face. Now in his Genocide persona, he rises out of his chair and runs his fingers through his hair as he starts walking backstage. Knowing it was her fault that Genocide was triggered, Jessica jumps out of her seat and chases him. Following him into his locker room, Jessica finds Genocide pulling his mask over his head. In the centre of the room there is a man tied to a chair bruised and bleeding. Reaching into his locker, Genocide pulls his hockey stick out and quickly pivots, cracking the stick into the man’s head. A thick stream of blood pours down from the new gash.
Jessica: “What are you doing?”
Genocide: “What am I doing? I could ask you the same thing. I know all about your plans you dumb bitch. I know you are trying to help Wolfe gain full control over this body. I know you are going to get HIM to help you. Can’t you see? Are your eyes open now? It’s too late. This right here is a demonstration that I can do what I want and there is nothing you or Wolfe can do about it. You’re too late, Madame. Or should I say Jessica? That’s right, I know everything now. So that begs the question.”
Genocide cracks down on the man with the stick again. The man tips over taking the chair with him. A puddle of blood starts to pool under the man’s head. Jessica rushes over to help him but Genocide steps in the way. Was it true? Has Wolfe really lost control? The colour drains out of her faces as Genocide stares deep into her eyes. She turns around and rushes out of the room as she starts to feel nauseous.
Genocide: “That’s it, run bitch! This body is mine now! I can take it whenever I want to!”
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Post by Double F C on Sept 14, 2016 17:14:05 GMT
   We open to a room staged with a black background and two seats facing the camera where a professionally dressed Francis Ford Cuppola and his ever-dapper-assistant Rodney P sit. The ever-catchy The Mimes and Me theme song plays them in. Rodney P: Hello, and welcome to your freshly purchased, well I hope It’s freshly purchased, DVD copy of the Complete First Season of Francis Ford Cuppola Presents: The Mimes and Me. I, of course, am Rodney P, straight from the Southwest of Wales, coming to you through your T.V. screen. And this is… Rodney presents Francis Ford Cuppola who is much more reserved then viewers are used to. Francis Ford Cuppola: Francis Ford Cuppola. Rodney P: Right on, right on. Double F C in the house. Heh heh. Rodney settles. Rodney P: So, we’re filming this now on the eve of yet another glorious mime battle in Pure Amusement Wrestling. Francis Ford Cuppola: That’s right. Rodney P: What’s the one thing you’ve learned from doing this series so far? Francis thinks. Francis Ford Cuppola: Well, I come from a very scripted background, as you know. Feature films is not factual/reality television. In the world I’m used to, we follow a script, we shoot based on the script with revisions as necessary, but nothing that can potentially alter our course drastically happens unless we run out of money. So, the one element, more esoteric perhaps than any other, I learned, perhaps even a pragmatic aspect of the novelty of what we were doing, was that everything about what we were doing was fake except the wrestling.
Rodney laughs. Rodney P: Surprising, right? Francis Ford Cuppola: Absolutely. Rodney P: Okay, so back us up, Francis. Most fans watching this don’t know the whole story behind The Mimes and Me—
Francis Ford Cuppola: Most are just getting the memo now that it was a scripted television series based on a wrestling tag-team from France. Rodney P: Exactly. So how did that start?
Francis Ford Cuppola: It started, like anything started, with an idea and a few chance meetings. I’d discussed before with some producer friends the possibility of doing some fact-based television but I was, honestly, never quite taken with any of the ideas or options available. Rodney P: And then came the mimes. Francis Ford Cuppola: And then came the mimes. Rodney P: What was that like meeting them for the first time? Francis Ford Cuppola: Odd. Obviously. I was working on development for a few features when, out of the blue we got invited to a wrestling show in Reims, and lo and behold there were these two wrestling mimes. Now, I’d always appreciated wrestling. I realize that the character I play leans towards making a mockery of it—Rodney P: (laughs) To put it lightly. Francis Ford Cuppola: It’s not done wonders for my reputation, either, believe me. (laughs) Rodney P: No, I wouldn’t think it would. Been great for mine. Both laugh. Francis Ford Cuppola: I would think so. Anyway, I’d always been fascinated with the archetypal nature of wrestling. Of course, I’m older, my exposure to professional wrestling comes from a much earlier brand of the sport where everything was literally and figuratively black and white; villains were booed, and heroes were cheered, and there was a clear demarcation between them; so granted things have opened up a lot more now for a spectrum of talent operating fundamentally in gray areas. But, we meet these mimes, see them in the ring, and these guys were great. By now, everyone watching has seen it so I don’t need to back it up, but these two were seasoned pros, huge in France, playing a gimmick you didn’t really even consider.
Rodney P: And then you meet them and it’s not a gimmick. Francis Ford Cuppola: It’s not a gimmick. Right. That was the first moment I thought we might actually have something. The whole idea originated out of the desire to find something unique and expose it to a new audience. Rodney P: And here it was in the form of two mimes.
Francis Ford Cuppola: Right. And, I had a hell of a time trying to get it to fly for American producers because these two don’t talk, and when they do it’s something momentous. So the only way I could get them to run with the ball I was throwing them was if I threw in additional characters because there isn't a huge market for mimes. Rodney P: Thanks by the way. Laughs. Rodney P: When did it come up that you would take on a starring role in the program? You’re not exactly known for your work in front of the camera.Francis Ford Cuppola: No. And the persona I’ve taken is so far afield from where I usually sit it has chafed a bit, to say the least. Rodney P: And yet, you became the focal point of the program. Francis Ford Cuppola: I think everyone stood out in their own way. Tony Chu, Professor Scopes. We were blessed to have immensely talented people able to walk on and steal every scene. And, besides that, it was clear, early on when we were testing the formula at New Japan Fighting Championship’s Tag-Team Tropolis event that we were onto something. Rodney P: But we didn’t know what it was! Laughs. Francis Ford Cuppola: No. My persona of course formed organically out of the need to create a funny man/straight man relationship between the Rodney P character and myself, while the mimes played foils to the hijinks of the Abbot and Costello on screen. Rodney P: And it worked. Francis Ford Cuppola: And it worked. Rodney P: So, obviously the mimes didn’t win the Tag-Team Tropolis.Francis Ford Cuppola: Casheville won it, I think. Rodney P: Right. How did the relationship with P.A.W. form? Francis Ford Cuppola thinks carefully a moment. Francis Ford Cuppola: The tricky thing about what we were doing, because we had a double-edged sword of maintaining PAW Kayfabe and our own illusion. So the goal was to make it seamless, and natural. Obviously, there were numerous federations we could have attempted The Mimes and Me in, but I’m almost positive it wouldn’t work quite the same way as it did with Pure Amusement. Rodney P: Because it’s such a unique promotion. Francis Ford Cuppola: Right. It’s an amusement park running a wrestling federation. It lends itself to a more “out-there” mentality, perhaps. Rodney P: A different breed of competitor. And ultimately you had to plant our team into the events, and yourself and myself as characters without drawing attention to the fact that we were filming a reality series at the same time as promoting a tag-team from France in America. Francis Ford Cuppola: Exactly. And they let us. I’ll never stop singing the praises of the Wicked Entertainment team for letting us get away with what we’ve gotten away with. Rodney P: Obviously, with the fact we had a general plot outline for how everything would go throughout the events, how did the fact that this wrestling’s real alter the course of the show? Francis Ford Cuppola grins to himself.
Francis Ford Cuppola: In a myriad of stupid, frustrating, often awesome ways really. We went to Japan fully believing the mimes could win that tournament. It severely hurt my chances of proceeding with the show when they didn’t win. Rodney P: So, behind-the-scenes success was riding on their in-ring success. Francis Ford Cuppola: Absolutely. And, I mean, we didn’t choose a tag-team with no experience. The French Mime Assassins have been wrestling as a team for 20 years. So we tried to stack the deck in our favor while maintaining as much room to account for swerves or anything out of left-field. Rodney P: Like, say, Sergio dying. Francis Ford Cuppola: Right. Rodney P: Difficult topic. A lot happened in between getting the agreement with Wicked Entertainment and Pure Amusement. Francis Ford Cuppola: Like Mercy and Sin. Rodney P: Exactly. One of those unfortunate moments that proves wrestling isn’t fake. We had the general outline for the story we wanted to tell leading up to PAW’s Bad Moon Rising Supershow, we knew what we were doing, we had the idea for how the Mimes would go, but then the match itself rolled around, and…Francis Ford Cuppola: They actually won. Rodney P: And we prepared for a loss, haha! Francis Ford Cuppola: We were always flying by the seat of our pants throughout this first season. We had contingency plans for all the outcomes, whether the mimes won or loss, so we learned on the fly not build the show on their success.Rodney P: But still hope for it all the same. Francis Ford Cuppola: Precisely. If they hadn’t won those Tag belts at Bad Moon Rising, I’m sure the show would’ve continued with no real problem. But once we knew they’d won them in that mess of a match we realized that viewership would spike for us. Rodney P: Sitting, literally, on a winner. Francis Ford Cuppola: But then, shortly thereafter, you could tell that age and the rest of it was catching up to them. Rodney P: It’s a sad truth of the sport that after a decade or two tying up with competitors your knees don’t bend quite as well as they used, your neck fuses, your spinal column stiffens, cartilage wears down. Francis Ford Cuppola: Yeah. It became noticeable that we needed to use the mimes more sparingly. Have them less active, more sedentary, give them more time to rest and recover. Really, it became problematic for shooting. Rodney P: And then the tag match against Mercy and Sin. Francis Ford Cuppola sighs loudly. Francis Ford Cuppola: Right. We knew, everyone knew, those two played rough. The mimes knew that and welcomed it. The problem is, and I think it’s an endemic truth of just about every wrestler, that no matter what physical limitations their faced with, a wrestler never says quit. It’s part of the DNA. You see a lot of these people pushing themselves well past the point they should be reasonably pushed. It’s the tough-guy mentality, I guess. The Mimes, after 20 years, I don’t know whether they thought they were invincible, or… Rodney P: It catches up. Francis Ford Cuppola: It does. The attack after the match left them with…. I think one mime had concussion symptoms—
Rodney P: From the shovel. Francis Ford Cuppola: Yes. The other had a muscle tear and a sprained wrist which he kept from us. Rodney P: Plus the fact they had a Francis look-alike down at ringside. Francis Ford Cuppola: Yeah. My lawyers heard about it. That lawsuit’s on, apparently. So, some guy manages to break ringside who looks like me, urges those two for an autograph and they take him out with a shovel, and I get sued. Rodney P: Another one of those unscripted moments that may never make it onto the DVD.
Francis Ford Cuppola: Lame outtakes, or deleted scenes, probably. Rodney P: And now, knowing all these things, the mimes go in against… who..Francis Ford Cuppola: Wolfe and Mikael. Or Genocide. Depending. Rodney P: Right. More violence. Guaranteed carnage and ticket sales against two qualified competitors. And, frankly, I don’t know if the mimes are ready to give the belts up. Francis Ford Cuppola: Again, that level of unpredictability. We’re filming this before the match so we could be celebrating another tag-team win after all’s said and done. Rodney P: Or, we could be hosting two mimes without their beloved tag belts. Francis Ford Cuppola: That’ll kill them. We’ll probably end up filming another set of commentary depending on the outcomes, depending on budgetary concerns. But they’ve been gung ho in the ring since the start. There’s 110 % and then there’s whatever the mimes are giving, so Wolfe and Mikael better bring their A-Game if they honestly hope to win this thing. Rodney P: Wolfe and Mikael… pheh. The mimes got this. Francis Ford Cuppola: They might. Hard to tell. Wolfe and Mikael aren't going to be easy for the mimes. When has it ever, I guess is the question. Rodney P: What do you think is going to be the biggest shock for people when they see the first season? Francis Ford Cuppola: Aside from the fact I’m not the character I portray? Rodney P: I know! Francis Ford Cuppola: I’m not sure. I guess we’ll have to wait for that audience reaction once the season concludes. Rodney P: Until then… Keep on Miming!Francis Ford Cuppola: Keep on miming. Both laugh. |
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Post by 869 on Sept 15, 2016 0:17:32 GMT
 On-camera Date: 10th September of 2016 Location: Sogn Og Fjordane, Norway ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The scene fades in Mikael’s castle – no specific room for now, basically due to the fact that the surroundings are mostly dark. After a couple of seconds which consisted of odd silence, a small light bulb is turned on above a mysterious figure. Once the camera man gets closer, we see the owner of the castle himself, Mikael, standing in the middle of the room. We cannot see much, but it looks like there is a sort of a wall surrounding him – as if he is hiding his exact location. Like always, he wears his high-quality Victorian-era clothing – impeccable, indeed. His hair; however, still as messy as ever. He looks to the camera and his lips slowly curve to what appears to be a smile. It looks weird, mostly fake and rather maniacal. “Well… Here we go, once again.”
Mikael bows in a sarcastic demeanor and lets out a swift laugh. He spreads his arms to the sides and suddenly shows a serious face expression. “ Adam Wolfe & Mikael get another chance… The redemption. We, as a veteran team, are supposed to face The French Mimes for the PAW Tag Team Championships. Oh, ladies and gentlemen… I received such glorious news with utmost excitement! That is, indeed, such an honor! Bad Moon Rising was quite a battle, I must say – not only that, but I must congratulate the Mimes as well. You fine gentlemen capitalized on the mass hysteria which took place in that match… Bodies everywhere, one move after another, surprises, or as you Americans like to say – a great amount of ‘OMG’ moments.
Furthermore, you gentlemen proved that that victory was not a fluke. You took down the so-called Hardcore Society – I despise them, if you ask me. ‘Hardcore’. What is the meaning of hardcore to those loud-mouth ladies? Punching a man to the face… Is that hardcore enough for you? Staying up until late night despite the fact that your parents have already told you to go to bed… Is that hardcore enough? Screaming and moaning about your status even though you are not good enough to back your words… Is that hardcore enough?
On the other hand…
… You could just grab a razor and slice the neck of a human being… Is that hardcore enough for you? How about cutting open the guts of a man while he still breathes, and then, use his own intestine to choke him to death… Is that hardcore for you? In the meanwhile, maybe you could behead a goat and spill the poor animal’s blood all over your bed while you make love to your wife…
… Is that hardcore for you, people?”Mikael laughs for a long period for time. He is certainly having fun now. Finally, after a minute, he gathers himself and walks to one side and another as he speaks. “Adam Wolfe… Genocide… Adam Wolfe… Genocide… Adam Wolfe… Genocide… Adam Wolfe… Genocide… Adam Wolfe… Genocide… Adam Wolfe… Genocide.
Oh, sorry, I shall stop.
It’s just that, to this day, I still wonder what is going on. I truly do.
You see, Madame Genocide talked to me personally and requested me to aid her regarding Adam’s situation… An unorthodox situation, for sure. However, In my opinion, it is not. Every single human being has multiple personalities, the difference between a sane man and an insane one is – the insane ones think that they are sane. The reality; however, hits your right in the face… We are all insane.
No matter who you are…
… You are insane.
Which is fine, if you ask me. You must be insane if you truly plan to endure and survive this ferocious and extremely competitive society. Eat or get eaten – you don’t want to get eaten by the system, do you? Nobody does.
Wolfe thinks that he is sane… And so does Genocide. I was supposed to help him to find himself into his intricate personas, but to be fairly honest, I cannot do so. Madame Genocide cannot do so. The best psychiatrist in the world cannot do so. God himself, or the Devil – as I like to address him, cannot do so either. There’s only one individual in this universe that can perform such feat.
And his name is… Adam Wolfe… Or Genocide? You pick whichever you want. The fact of the matter is, Genocide is insane and, apparently, so am I. We are survivors… We are the ones that step over your corpse and spit in your lifeless eye while sticking a sword through your broken skull.
Oh… Is that too hardcore for you? You people amuse me, y’know? Your claiming of the past which most people do not care about, your confidence despite being a mere follower in a society full of insane men and your stupidity overall… You follow the molds of the society… The molds of wrestling. You do as they tell you to do.
Me?”Mikael laughs. He turns his back to the camera and speaks with his face turned to the right side, right eye looking to the camera. “I suppose I should just break The French Mimes down now… Correct? I am supposed to pick all his flaws and expose them to the world. Why? Because the system says so? Because that is what wrestlers do? We complain, we point fingers, we moan, and then we get the respect of the people in the business? Most of you people are incredibly hypocrites. Most of you do not deserve to kiss the ground that I walk on.
Unfortunately, for higher-ups and ‘legends’ in this business, I do not follow a mold. I simply do what I want whenever I want. Obviously, neither of us are free… Freedom is but a myth. Do you disagree with me? You are free to do so; however, I beg you to hold your breath for five minutes under the water – and then, I want you to tell me the result…
Exactly.
Nothing to tell.
See you in the afterlife.
Although, I still suggest such experience to some of you in the PAW roster – the people that wouldn’t be missed if they suddenly went missing. Except you, Wolfe. Just… Do not try that, fool. At least wait until we take those Tag Team Championships, please. Anyway, back to pressing matters.”Mikael turns to face the camera properly again. He grabs his fist behind his back and speaks confidently. “So! Tonight I shall tear The French Mimes apart! That sounds fun, right? I shall follow the molds of wrestling and, perhaps, be awarded by the roster with a good reputation. Sadly… I do not care about reputations. I do not care about the molds. But mostly, I do not care about you.
Tonight, I shall do something that most of you will never ever forget… Something that surely has never been done in this company and whoever does so shall be seen as the one who blatantly copied Mikael.
Are you people ready?
Comme Ci and Comme Ça… Are you gentlemen ready?
Well, then… Björn?”
As soon as he pronounces the butler’s name, the place is illuminated by proper lights and the walls surrounding Mikael fall to the sides. We notice that Björn and Mikael are in the kitchen – a luxurious room. A place that has everything for a human being that seeks to cook or perhaps prepare a mere bread and cheese… Do you need anything cooking related? That gigantic kitchen certainly provides. Björn passes Mikael a cooking apron, and he wears a similar one himself. His master wears the apron and they approach a balcony which contains a bunch of ingredients and cooking materials. “I would like to teach you people something that might stick with you for life… A simple cake recipe. Why not, correct? You can just turn this video off if you do not intend to ‘waste your time’; however, I am sure that you cannot do that now… You’re enthralled by my idea, are you not? Well, lets get to it.
I am going to teach you fine people a cake recipe – such which Americans like to call ‘upside-down rhubarb, ginger & almond cake’. I kid you not… This is not a mere wrestling promo which consists of a man tearing another apart with words. Let us take this moment to relax our minds and think about something else, non-wrestling related, shall we?
Now… First and foremost, let us start with the ingredients. As a matter of fact, let me talk about the cake a little bit. It might take you around 30 minutes to prepare it, probably 1 hour to cook depending on the potency of your stove, it serves 6 people and it tastes incredibly nice – great combination of flavors to my sensitive gustatory feelings.
Sadly, the list of ingredients is not tiny. You may need to spend some cash to get them prepared. But believe me, it is worth it.
Lets get to it… You will need 5 rhubarb stalks – halved lengthways if possible and cut into 7 centimeters pieces;
3 centimeters of piece ginger finally grated;
330 grams of caster sugar – I know, I know… Not that cheap. Trust me, will you?
4 eggs which shall be separated and 2 extra eggwhites;
60 millimeters of olive oil;
100 millimeters of milk – easy to find nowadays, yes?
1 teaspoon, please, it has got to be a teaspoon of vanilla extract;
150 grams of plain floor;
60 grams of almond meal;
1 teaspoon, again, teaspoon only of baking powder – this ingredient is essential. You do not want your cake to do not grow, do you?
1/4 of teaspoon of cream tartar.”Mikael lets out a sigh. “Long list, I know… Are you taking notes? Are you still awake? I hope so… After all, this is certainly more entertaining than brute punks screaming to the camera and claiming things that they cannot back up. Come on, I’m just a mere cake baker tonight! Enjoy!
Now now… It’s time to go for the methods.
First, you need to preheat your oven to about 150 degrees… That definitely depends on your stove’s potency, like mentioned before. Sometimes 200 degrees works well, sometimes 120 degrees is just enough. I would go for 150 degrees, though. Grease a 22 centimeters round spring form cake pan and line the base with baking paper. Oh, I suggest you to cover the outside of the pan with foil if you do not want syrup leaking out during cooking – an unfortunate incident, yes?
Next, arrange the rhubarb in the base of the pan and make sure that there are no gaps at all. The shape of the cake depends on this sole step. Then, place the ginger, 165g of sugar and 80ml of water in a saucepan over medium-high heat, stirring until the sugar dissolves. Bring it to the boil, and then cook for about 10 minutes… Or until the mixture looks thickened but not golden. Pour over the rhubarb and set aside to cool slightly.
Is it working for you? Excellent!
Next step? Beat egg yolks and 110g of sugar with electric beaters until thick and pale – well, you do not really need the electric beaters. I, personally, request my butler to beat the mixture with his own hands – as it adds a human touch to the cake. Do not ask me why, after all, I am insane. Anyway, add the oil, milk and vanilla, then beat until this whole combination of ingredients look combined. Can you picture that raw mixture which looks tasty to our eyes? Good job, you’ve reached the good point. In a clean bowl, whisk the 6 eggwhites to soft peaks – remember, soft peaks. Slowly add the cream of tartar and remaining 55g of sugar, and then whisk to stiff peaks. Now, this step is tricky… Fold one-third of the meringue into the batter to loosen; finally, fold in the remainder.
Then, you pour batter over the rhubarb, then bake the cake for 50 minutes or until a skewer inserted into the cake comes out clean. Classic tip by the grandmother, correct? Once the cake is ready, wait for it to cool in a pan – it shall shrink slightly, just like Jack Colter’s penis when he sees his reflex into the mirror. Finally… Invert the cake into a plate and serve!”Mikael spreads his arms to the sides and smiles. “Easy, right? Well, easier than coming up with smart insults all the times even though you do not have anything to say… I do not hate the Mimes. I like them. Classic comedy act which pleases me and makes me laugh. They are good wrestlers too. Now, go on! Enjoy your cake… And, to quote a legendary anime persona that I admire…
… The cake is not a lie.
Have a good night, ladies and gentlemen. I look forward to fighting alongside Adam to take the Mimes… It shall be a great battle. Oh, Björn? Would you like to say anything to the public?”Björn pops in sight and puts sunglasses on. Mikael looks at him with a clueless face expression. He was not expecting that.  (for your imagination lel.) “I’m Björn and I’ma fuck y’all wives… Long dick style!”
Silence. “Björn… What is the meaning of that? I thought you had something productive to say. Explain yourself!”
The old man takes off his glasses and tilts his head down a bit – he definitely regrets doing that Tyrone joke. They have been getting used to the American jokes, yet, Mikael does not accept them in his castle. “I am sorry, Master. Ladies and gentlemen… Have a good night.”
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