The scene fades in a room that would be mostly dark if it was not for the fireplace’s blazes illuminating the surroundings. Said object is being focused at the moment, and nearby so, we see the back of two high-quality ebony chairs. As the camera approaches the flawless fireplace, methodical deep breathes can be heard every two seconds along with the sounds of the flames consuming the woods.
Finally, a chuckle catches the camera’s attention – such that belongs to one half of the current Tag Team Champions: Mikael. Next to his chair, stands a small table which has his PAW Tag Team Championship title belt resting upon. Mikael lifts up a wine glass and takes a sip as he stares at the title. Its plate shine brightly as the camera moves to the side in order to focus its owner properly. Said man appears to be as relaxed as ever, an unusual sight when we think about his unstable mood that has been erupting as of lately. The Norwegian wrestler is simply enjoying the luxury of his castle while drinking the finest wine that money could buy.
Mikael places the glass on the table and smiles to the camera – his teeth are still tainted by the fresh wine. The man slides both of his hands above his messy hair and rests each elbow onto the arm rests.
“Congratulations, Wolfe… After all, you are worthy of standing by my side. Oh, the result of our little battle matters not. I have been measuring your capabilities ever since the day we shared the ring as comrades.
Your intelligence;
Your strength;
Your loyalty;
Your in-ring abilities;
Your… Unorthodox actions.
You passed the test.
Well, nevertheless, that should not be taken as a surprise. Trust me, you and I would not be Champions by now if I did not think that you possessed great potential. The potential is there, Wolfe – and here I am, arms opened, willing to do what I can to help you to take advantage of such skills. Meanwhile, you are kind of helping me as well. A fair trade, if you ask me!
Anyway, this is not about me and you… This is not about our little battle. See, I believe that the powers that be thought that our newly found alliance would crumble due to our match. Fools – a bunch of fools, they are.
This is about our next opponents. The former Titan of the Midway Champion Johnny Raike, and his partner whom is one of the newest signees of Pure Amusement Wrestling: Cake. Cake… A word that reminds me of my recipe video which most of you people had the privilege to watch not so long ago – well, I can only assume so.
So… Raike! We get to face each other in the ring again! Interesting, yes?
Eh… Arguable.”
Mikael chuckles and then shakes his head as he adjusts himself on the chair, taking a relaxed and rather arrogant position. Out of sudden, his eye stare turns to be dead serious.
“You should have listened to me, Raike… I told you so.
Bad Moon Rising. Two title matches, two losses – a loss to Nova Wonder and The French Mimes. Yes, you were teaming with another individual; however, at the end of the day, a loss is a loss, correct?
Wicked’s episode one! The first-ever live episode of our company… You experienced another tough loss to our current Titan of the Midway Champion: Nova Wonder. You had another shot, yet you failed to capitalize on it, Raike.
Wicked’s episode two? It appears that officials still believed in our so-called potential. You were given a World Championship title shot. Press versus a hungry Raike seeking to prove that he is not a fail – conclusion? Another loss.
That makes it four losses in a row.
Episode three of Wicked! It appears that your mouth was getting bigger even though your actions were not being as big when it comes to the ring. You decided to mess with a so-called… God. Hehe… Deus. Oh, of course, you lost one more time. No surprise really. As much as I feel like that individual known as Deus is, at best, an amusing specimen on the roster, I have no doubts that he possesses vast talent – perhaps nearly as much talented as yours truly.
Five losses in a row.
Five losses in a row and you are still being seen as one of the most relevant wrestlers in our company, Raike! A joke, if you ask me – a bad one, of course. See, you went from being a TITAN to a… Loser. As you Americans like to say: “you went from hero to zero.”
Raike, allow me to explain what happened to you and what is going through your broken mind at this very moment… What happened, you wonder? You simply tried to bite more than you could chew – just like I told you on my Bad Moon Rising’s promotional video. You thought that you could be more than a Titan… You thought that you could claim another title besides the one that you were holding – yet, at the end of the day, you had nothing.
NOTHING!
YOU… HAD… NOTHING!
Oh, and you still have nothing.
The difference is, right now, you may think that you and your “little” partner stand a chance against the current Tag Team Champions! Maybe… Just maybe, you think that there is no other opportunity besides Wolfe and myself. Seems quite fitting, eh? When desperation pumps into your body, no matter where you stand regarding religious beliefs, you will attempt to talk to your God… You will seek his or her help.
Well, I am here to help you, Raike.
As a matter of fact, that is what I am doing at this very moment… I am giving you the reality. The raw truth. You are weak. You are nowhere as good as you think that you are. Oh, please, do not hate me for saying the truth – I am just pointing out facts. If you do not believe me, look at the mirror. Look at your latest performances. Your actions speak for yourself.
Therefore, you are a fraud.
Because you were never a titan.
You are not a titan.
And you will never be a Titan… Well, maybe you shall claim that title back to your possession as long as Nova is not holding it, yes?”
Mikael laughs in a mocking manner now. He takes a deep breath and grabs his title belt, placing it on his lap.
“Do I have to say anything else? As a matter of fact – the question should be: do you deserve my attention? The answer is simple, Mr. Raike.
No.
That is all for now. I am gladly stepping up alongside my partner Wolfe to prove you that you are, indeed, weak. I guarantee that you and your partner will not defeat the undisputed Tag Team Champions. I strongly advise you to listen to me, Raike.
Embrace the reality… Or perish.
You must appreciate the fact that reality stands before your eyes right now. We shall see how you perform this time, yes? Entertain me, Raike… Entertain us!
Without further ado -- I wish you all a good night, ladies and gentlemen.”
Mikael grabs the wine glass and lifts it up as a cheer to the camera. The latter slowly fades to black as the Norwegian individual sips the rest of the drink.
