Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell]

Subject: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Mon May 02, 2016 3:59 am

Within an instant, a loud aggressive pounding noise plays over the audio system. It's Tears by HEALTH as the returning Vossler pushes his way past the curtains to be embraced by the fans.

Lucy: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back!

The King of the City! VOOOOOOOOSSLEEEERRR!"

The crowd pops for the name.

On the way down he slaps a few hands and on the apron the crowd cheers him on once more, embracing the returning star. He beacons for a microphone as one is handed to him by the announcer.

Vossler gloats a little in the ring before finally speaking.

Vossler: "Oh, it's been far too long. You remember me, right? I mean, from that last reaction from you guys I'm sure that question doesn't really need to answer that again. Y'know, it's been a while since you've seen me. Let's see what happened, shall we?"

Vossler turns to the titantron that displays Vossler being knocked off the cage and through a table by the combined efforts of Agent Rodriguez and Dictator Helm, both of which are not with BFW anymore. The nasty landing is played in slow motion, and it's visual that Vossler's shoulder was injured that night. Vossler has a mild look of disgust on his face, but continues speaking.

Vossler: "I lost my championship that night due to a numbers game. And it put me on the shelf. Doctors said I'd be out for a long time but turns out, it wasn't so bad after all! I mean, I'm standing right here. Ready to fight anyone, and everyone. But while I was out, some things happened. And you all know what happened. It's been a subject ever since I've come back."

Lance: "Is he finally going to address Tremont?"

Vossler: "Why did I choose Mikael?"

Sighs are heard from some of the people in attendance.

Emily: "Guess not."

Vossler: "Mikael's been a thorn in my side ever since I've been studying him. I've asked my sources, I've asked everyone I could think of if they had information. It took a long and lots of fruitless searching to finally find the hidden gem that is Mikael's past. And at Vendetta I laid it out to those in attendence and those watching. Mikael is one of those straight jacket freaks. Out of a fucking mental hospital. And still people follow him? How brainwashed do those people have to be?"

As he goes to continue...

// go on fern

Subject: Re: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Mon May 02, 2016 5:10 am

The arena’s lights flicker for a couple of seconds; therefore, not only interrupting Vossler’s monologue, but also turning the crowd’s attention to the entrance stage. Murmurs grow exponentially as the tense atmosphere can be felt – such thing is followed by the jumbo tron displaying a slow-motion black-and-white video of a crow flying in a clouded sky.

The crow appears to be making its descent to a fallen animal on a grassy area - and as soon as the glossy bird lands, it actually lets out a loud & quite sinister laugh. The video fades to the Supremacy’s logo, which makes the majority of the fans closely paying attention start booing.

The next video takes us to known corridors – one can quickly tell that they belong to Mikael’s mansion in Norway. The camera man slowly walks until the end of it and gets in a room. The room is as familiar as the corridors, we see lots of books all over the place and the back of a shiny barber chair located at the center of the room. It is Mikael’s room.

More boos from the crowd. A loud methodical chuckle that echoes all over the arena interrupts the boo chants as the camera man gets closer to the chair. Once the staff member is fairly close, the chair swiftly turns to face the camera. It is no one other than Mikael.

Mikael has his elbows resting on the chair’s armrest, his hair as messy as ever, he has his usual Victorian-era fine attire on and a cold eye stare straight to the camera. Another chuckle can be heard before he speaks.

Mikael: “First and foremost, a gift for your courage – despite your dull attitude. The first method for estimating the intelligence of the ruler is to look at the men he has around him… By Machiavelli. You did not know that, did you?
Of course not.
You are not smart.
Deep inside, you cannot even define what the reason behind your immature attitude is. You crave for the support of the masses, you seek to be a so-called leader – yet, your words prove nothing but the fact that you are too juvenile to even state what wanders into your little confused mind.
Just out of curiosity... Where are your people?”

A quick smirk is followed by Mikael getting up and adjusting the lapel of his jacket. Then, he strongly taps the wooden floor twice, letting out another sneering chuckle. He slides his pale hands over his long hair in an attempt to straighten it up; however, it only makes it look even messier. He speaks the upcoming words in a calm manner.

Mikael: “You see, Vossler.
I gave you another chance to restart your whole approach… Because even the God provides his enemies a second chance. However, you’ve decided to poke the bear – after all, you’ve decided to be a fool.
Can’t you see the principle of your mistake? I mean, you said it yourself that one must be brainwashed to follow a man like myself. Maybe you are right.
Maybe I am just another deranged man whom claims the knowledge that consists of nothing but pure shallowness. Still, you come to that very ring and claim that you’ve chosen me.
Listen to yourself, kiddy.”

Mikael shakes his head and paces to one side and another as he speaks. He grabs a book once in a while and smacks the dust away of them.

Mikael: “You have been studying me.
You have chosen me!
What an honor... You flatter me!
Oh, I am sure that you have pulled the unthinkable effort in order to find out information regarding my past. And believe me, I applaud you for that. You see, not even Sharpe and Alder managed to do such feat.
Do you want to know why you are destined to fail since your first move? Because you were born a follower and you do not possess the talent to command. Vossler, you have no idea what I have been through, you have no idea what I had to do to be here… To be alive.
I neither know anything regarding your past nor do I care. It just does not matter, because that is not what a commander does.
The commander leads people to a bright future. He who bears the gift of leadership takes his supposed followers to the right path.”

Mikael looks to the camera now, serious face expression.

Mikael: “You are a brainwashed subject, Vossler.
I am sorry to break it for you.
At the end of the day, you are the one calling me out to massage your broken ego. You are the one studying the past of a mere straight jacket freak. And here I stand showing you why you’ve been walking a thin ice path that stands over your own burial ground.
Sadly, for you, you have awakened something that cannot be stopped anymore. I want you to understand that you are the one tarnishing your own legacy.
Your own broken dreams are nothing but… Dreams.

Mikael takes a brief pause to inhale the air. As he does so, Kveldulv shows up in sight to stand behind him. The big man displays a deadly eye-stare to the camera; one can feel the evil aura emanating from that guy.

Subject: Re: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Tue May 03, 2016 12:02 am

Vossler waits for more, but it appears that was all. During the speech he has made himself comfortable by leaning on the ropes.

Vossler: "Oh, you're done? At this rate I thought you would've never stopped. Oh, and hey there Kvelly. Nice to see your ugly mug again."

Vossler gets off the ropes and back to the middle of the ring whilst staring at Mikael on the titantron.

Vossler: "Thanks for dressing up for the occasion by the way. Very Downtown Abbey of you. I see Svanr's not with you tonight, is he? How thoughtful of you to send out the scrawny, weak link of your posse out first. Even you know Svanr's not enough to take me out. I know that even 'god' doubts his subjects. Thing is, your subjects follow you blindly no matter what you ask of them. I'll assume you sent Svanr for tonight which is fine, by all means. But even you know that he won't be enough to end this. You're sending him down here to get hurt, likely injured if not worse. And for what purpose, Mikael? So you could prove your dominance over the competition..."

The man shakes his head and looks at the crowd.

Vossler: "Damn, and this guy was judging my leaderly skills? I'm almost offended."

A scoff and smirk from Vossler as he continues to Mikael.

Vossler: "You're not a leader, Mikael. You're a tyrant. You're sending your lackeys to fight out FOR you instead of WITH you. That's not the sign of a leader. That's not the sign of what people should follow. And that sure is not the sign of someone's who's done their research. I was respectful enough to atleast look up stuff about you, to ask around for them. But clearly you haven't done your homework on me have you? You wanna talk about survival? You'd like to mention that you had to go through some shit to be able to even talk to me right now? To be alive?"

It appears that Mikael's words have gotten to him too, now. But for different reasons.

Vossler: "You don't get to talk about survival, Mikael! You can spout all that crap you want, you had a guarenteed roof over your head and food on the table in your little institute! You've never had to fight a day in your life for survival compared to what I've gone through in the streets of France and London! I've never had the chance to call myself a leader or a god without a gun being put between my eyes with just only a slight movement meaning the difference between life and death! I've lost more people you've got fingers to count on, start considering your toes! Hell, I've been responsible for people losing their loved ones as well! I've been responsible, I've witnessed and I've been hurt myself!"

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause for the man.

Vossler: "You talk about broken dreams, Mikael? You don't even understand that you're talking to a broken man! I've been put through hell with the loss of my parents, my job on multiple occasions due to me not being 'liked' by suits! I've lost everything I've worked for multiple times! It happened not even 2 fucking months ago! One person too many in a match set up to have me lose due to numbers game! Championship taken from me, and some thought even my career. Helm couldn't wait but do a jig when he saw me land the way I did! And then who shows up? That motherfucker Loh tried to kill me, but guess what Mikael? You were so eager to quote Machiavelli? Here's one for your fucking books! IF AN INJURY HAS TO BE DONE TO A MAN IT SHOULD BE SO SEVERE THAT HIS VENGEANCE NEED NOT BE FEARED!"

Saliva flies to the mat as the crowd is clearly getting into the developing heat between the two.

Lance: "This got personal really quickly."

Emily: "Well, can you blame them? They're top stars in BFW. And let's not forget, Vossler made it personal in the first place."

Vossler: "BUT I'M STILL HERE, AND YOU KNOW WHAT 'DEVIL'?! I'LL BE THE ONE TAKING YOU STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL!"

Vossler throws his microphone away as it breaks in the process causing a loud popping noise to occur as Vossler rushes to the back.

The camera pans over to Mikael who is still seen on the 'tron.

// you could end it here or add something if you want.

Subject: Re: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Tue May 03, 2016 7:40 am

Mikael’s loud chuckle interrupts Vossler’s ramp ascension. He looks up to the big screen to realize that Mikael actually looks amused – still sitting in his barber chair. Kveldulv; however, remains as motionless as one can be.

Mikael: “Oh pardon me for my rude manner… It’s just that you are way too naïve. You know, we only tend to value the things that we have when we lose them. I just realized Tokyo was actually a great opponent… I remember the very day that he called Supremacy out, fast forward to nowadays and here I am missing his utopic speeches regarding his supposedly magnificent way of the light.
Make no mistake; Tokyo is still a fool in my humble opinion… But, unlike you, he is a wise man.
Tokyo has taught me valuable lessons.
A little information about my personality - I usually waste my energy taking the opponents that will stand as a challenge. One can measure a man’s intellect by judging his enemies.”

Mikael shakes his head and chuckles once again. He slowly spins his chair to face Kveldulv and points at him.

Mikael: “Kveldulv… Can you believe this man? Do you even feel the urge to deal with a… pitiful scum like him?”

Kveldulv strongly clenches his fists and lets out air filled with rage throughout his nostrils. His intense eyes focus the camera.

Kveldulv: “Små skiter som deg selv pleide å være en ren bety å føye min ustoppelig sult. Jeg vil rive lungene med bare hendene og deretter spise kjøtt hvis det ikke var for Guds vilje.”

Kveldulv’s attitude turns to be even more sinister, his blank eyes are popped out and one can notice the veins all over his neck. Mikael looks serious now. He spins the chair back to look to the camera. He takes a couple of seconds to speak the next words.

Mikael: “I believe it would be safe for us all if we did not translate what the beast just said… Listen, Vossler. You are not really that bright so I will attempt to make this easy for you to comprehend. Supremacy might look like a posse of weird attention-seeking individuals for you – hell; you have the freedom to think whatever you feel like.
But I’d like to warn you about this little thing, and I guarantee that I am now being one hundred percent genuine. You may be a fool and actually cross myself and even this beast in human form named Kveldulv… However, I guarantee that you do NOT want to cross someone like Svanr. Trust me when I say this – Svanr is way more dangerous than us both together.
Svanr is a gifted individual, Vossler… But he lacks compassion. Completely. That man has done things that neither he regrets, nor does he care.
And I only need one word to unleash his true identity upon you… One word – that is the last word you will ever hear.
Trust me.
Do NOT cross the Supremacy.”

Mikael quickly gets up and looks straight to the camera, Kveldulv positions himself behind him once again.

Mikael: “It’s interesting how you come out revealing secrets that belong to a tomb, yet, you claim being respectful. Don’t you dare talking about being respectful, you little… Cunt.
Your loud voice will not make your point valuable whatsoever.
Your claims about your past will not make you a better man or a better leader.
The names that you just mentioned will not make your credentials relevant.
The only thing that makes you stay relevant after all is the fact that you, by all means, have decided to choose me. Guess what? I will grant you this wish to stay relevant in the eyes of these hollow-minded people.”

We can hear the crowd booing after that statement. Mikael takes a breath and lets out another laugh. He points at the camera and displays a sneering smirk.

Mikael: “Let me see if I get it right… You declare that you have done your homework by studying my past.
A past of misfortunes and disgrace – may I add.
You find out that we used to belong to a mental asylum, which is true, I… I cannot deny it anymore. Then, you decide it would make sense to disrespect the same individuals? Something does not add up.
Do you think that we were trapped into those horrific walls because we robbed some child’s candy? Or because we stumbled over a police officer so we happened to 'accidentally' murder him? Perhaps because we have a slight brain damage so we need doctors constantly looking over us? Huh? Is that what you think?”

Mikael sits down and chuckles. He slides his fingers over his eyebrows, then, he takes a quick look at his nails before the next speech.

Mikael: “This whole situation is bigger than you could ever picture, Vossler. Do not underestimate me; I am not one of your common opponents.
WE are not common at all.
But you know what? Enough of bickering. You do not deserve my time anymore. I have bigger plans regarding BFW to scheme – and honestly, you are not one of them. Yes, Svanr is in the arena tonight and he will be waiting for you in the ring, if that is what you seek.
You can unleash your ‘leaderly’ rage upon him… A request, if I may.
Make him enjoy the beating, please.
Have your arms raised as the big man.
But at the end of the day, you will still be a pathetic follower.”

Mikael claps his hands twice and smiles – as soon as he does so, the big screen displays the previous video of the crow over the fallen animal. It statics then the jumbo tron fades to black.

Subject: Re: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Fri May 06, 2016 9:24 am

Subject: Re: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Fri May 06, 2016 11:06 am

Subject: Re: Ensue [Open to Mik-a-yell] Sat May 07, 2016 11:22 pm

Within an instant, a loud aggressive pounding noise plays over the audio system. It's Tears by HEALTH as the returning Vossler pushes his way past the curtains to be embraced by the fans.

Lucy: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back!

The King of the City! VOOOOOOOOSSLEEEERRR!"

The crowd pops for the name.

On the way down he slaps a few hands and on the apron the crowd cheers him on once more, embracing the returning star. He beacons for a microphone as one is handed to him by the announcer.

Vossler gloats a little in the ring before finally speaking.

Vossler: "Oh, it's been far too long. You remember me, right? I mean, from that last reaction from you guys I'm sure that question doesn't really need to answer that again. Y'know, it's been a while since you've seen me. Let's see what happened, shall we?"

Vossler turns to the titantron that displays Vossler being knocked off the cage and through a table by the combined efforts of Agent Rodriguez and Dictator Helm, both of which are not with BFW anymore. The nasty landing is played in slow motion, and it's visual that Vossler's shoulder was injured that night. Vossler has a mild look of disgust on his face, but continues speaking.

Vossler: "I lost my championship that night due to a numbers game. And it put me on the shelf. Doctors said I'd be out for a long time but turns out, it wasn't so bad after all! I mean, I'm standing right here. Ready to fight anyone, and everyone. But while I was out, some things happened. And you all know what happened. It's been a subject ever since I've come back."

Lance: "Is he finally going to address Tremont?"

Vossler: "Why did I choose Mikael?"

Sighs are heard from some of the people in attendance.

Emily: "Guess not."

Vossler: "Mikael's been a thorn in my side ever since I've been studying him. I've asked my sources, I've asked everyone I could think of if they had information. It took a long and lots of fruitless searching to finally find the hidden gem that is Mikael's past. And at Vendetta I laid it out to those in attendence and those watching. Mikael is one of those straight jacket freaks. Out of a fucking mental hospital. And still people follow him? How brainwashed do those people have to be?"

As he goes to continue the arena’s lights flicker for a couple of seconds; therefore, not only interrupting Vossler’s monologue, but also turning the crowd’s attention to the entrance stage. Murmurs grow exponentially as the tense atmosphere can be felt – such thing is followed by the jumbo tron displaying a slow-motion black-and-white video of a crow flying in a clouded sky.

The crow appears to be making its descent to a fallen animal on a grassy area - and as soon as the glossy bird lands, it actually lets out a loud & quite sinister laugh. The video fades to the Supremacy’s logo, which makes the majority of the fans closely paying attention start booing.

The next video takes us to known corridors – one can quickly tell that they belong to Mikael’s mansion in Norway. The camera man slowly walks until the end of it and gets in a room. The room is as familiar as the corridors, we see lots of books all over the place and the back of a shiny barber chair located at the center of the room. It is Mikael’s room.

More boos from the crowd. A loud methodical chuckle that echoes all over the arena interrupts the boo chants as the camera man gets closer to the chair. Once the staff member is fairly close, the chair swiftly turns to face the camera. It is no one other than Mikael.

Mikael has his elbows resting on the chair’s armrest, his hair as messy as ever, he has his usual Victorian-era fine attire on and a cold eye stare straight to the camera. Another chuckle can be heard before he speaks.

Mikael: “First and foremost, a gift for your courage – despite your dull attitude. The first method for estimating the intelligence of the ruler is to look at the men he has around him… By Machiavelli. You did not know that, did you?
Of course not.
You are not smart.
Deep inside, you cannot even define what the reason behind your immature attitude is. You crave for the support of the masses, you seek to be a so-called leader – yet, your words prove nothing but the fact that you are too juvenile to even state what wanders into your little confused mind.
Just out of curiosity... Where are your people?”

A quick smirk is followed by Mikael getting up and adjusting the lapel of his jacket. Then, he strongly taps the wooden floor twice, letting out another sneering chuckle. He slides his pale hands over his long hair in an attempt to straighten it up; however, it only makes it look even messier. He speaks the upcoming words in a calm manner.

Mikael: “You see, Vossler.
I gave you another chance to restart your whole approach… Because even the God provides his enemies a second chance. However, you’ve decided to poke the bear – after all, you’ve decided to be a fool.
Can’t you see the principle of your mistake? I mean, you said it yourself that one must be brainwashed to follow a man like myself. Maybe you are right.
Maybe I am just another deranged man whom claims the knowledge that consists of nothing but pure shallowness. Still, you come to that very ring and claim that you’ve chosen me.
Listen to yourself, kiddy.”

Mikael shakes his head and paces to one side and another as he speaks. He grabs a book once in a while and smacks the dust away of them.

Mikael: “You have been studying me.
You have chosen me!
What an honor... You flatter me!
Oh, I am sure that you have pulled the unthinkable effort in order to find out information regarding my past. And believe me, I applaud you for that. You see, not even Sharpe and Alder managed to do such feat.
Do you want to know why you are destined to fail since your first move? Because you were born a follower and you do not possess the talent to command. Vossler, you have no idea what I have been through, you have no idea what I had to do to be here… To be alive.
I neither know anything regarding your past nor do I care. It just does not matter, because that is not what a commander does.
The commander leads people to a bright future. He who bears the gift of leadership takes his supposed followers to the right path.”

Mikael looks to the camera now, serious face expression.

Mikael: “You are a brainwashed subject, Vossler.
I am sorry to break it for you.
At the end of the day, you are the one calling me out to massage your broken ego. You are the one studying the past of a mere straight jacket freak. And here I stand showing you why you’ve been walking a thin ice path that stands over your own burial ground.
Sadly, for you, you have awakened something that cannot be stopped anymore. I want you to understand that you are the one tarnishing your own legacy.
Your own broken dreams are nothing but… Dreams.

Mikael takes a brief pause to inhale the air. As he does so, Kveldulv shows up in sight to stand behind him. The big man displays a deadly eye-stare to the camera; one can feel the evil aura emanating from that guy.

Vossler waits for more, but it appears that was all. During the speech he has made himself comfortable by leaning on the ropes.

Vossler: "Oh, you're done? At this rate I thought you would've never stopped. Oh, and hey there Kvelly. Nice to see your ugly mug again."

Vossler gets off the ropes and back to the middle of the ring whilst staring at Mikael on the titantron.

Vossler: "Thanks for dressing up for the occasion by the way. Very Downtown Abbey of you. I see Svanr's not with you tonight, is he? How thoughtful of you to send out the scrawny, weak link of your posse out first. Even you know Svanr's not enough to take me out. I know that even 'god' doubts his subjects. Thing is, your subjects follow you blindly no matter what you ask of them. I'll assume you sent Svanr for tonight which is fine, by all means. But even you know that he won't be enough to end this. You're sending him down here to get hurt, likely injured if not worse. And for what purpose, Mikael? So you could prove your dominance over the competition..."

The man shakes his head and looks at the crowd.

Vossler: "Damn, and this guy was judging my leaderly skills? I'm almost offended."

A scoff and smirk from Vossler as he continues to Mikael.

Vossler: "You're not a leader, Mikael. You're a tyrant. You're sending your lackeys to fight out FOR you instead of WITH you. That's not the sign of a leader. That's not the sign of what people should follow. And that sure is not the sign of someone's who's done their research. I was respectful enough to atleast look up stuff about you, to ask around for them. But clearly you haven't done your homework on me have you? You wanna talk about survival? You'd like to mention that you had to go through some shit to be able to even talk to me right now? To be alive?"

It appears that Mikael's words have gotten to him too, now. But for different reasons.

Vossler: "You don't get to talk about survival, Mikael! You can spout all that crap you want, you had a guarenteed roof over your head and food on the table in your little institute! You've never had to fight a day in your life for survival compared to what I've gone through in the streets of France and London! I've never had the chance to call myself a leader or a god without a gun being put between my eyes with just only a slight movement meaning the difference between life and death! I've lost more people you've got fingers to count on, start considering your toes! Hell, I've been responsible for people losing their loved ones as well! I've been responsible, I've witnessed and I've been hurt myself!"

The crowd erupts into cheers and applause for the man.

Vossler: "You talk about broken dreams, Mikael? You don't even understand that you're talking to a broken man! I've been put through hell with the loss of my parents, my job on multiple occasions due to me not being 'liked' by suits! I've lost everything I've worked for multiple times! It happened not even 2 fucking months ago! One person too many in a match set up to have me lose due to numbers game! Championship taken from me, and some thought even my career. Helm couldn't wait but do a jig when he saw me land the way I did! And then who shows up? That motherfucker Loh tried to kill me, but guess what Mikael? You were so eager to quote Machiavelli? Here's one for your fucking books! IF AN INJURY HAS TO BE DONE TO A MAN IT SHOULD BE SO SEVERE THAT HIS VENGEANCE NEED NOT BE FEARED!"

Saliva flies to the mat as the crowd is clearly getting into the developing heat between the two.

Lance: "This got personal really quickly."

Emily: "Well, can you blame them? They're top stars in BFW. And let's not forget, Vossler made it personal in the first place."

Vossler: "BUT I'M STILL HERE, AND YOU KNOW WHAT 'DEVIL'?! I'LL BE THE ONE TAKING YOU STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL!"

Vossler throws his microphone away as it breaks in the process causing a loud popping noise to occur as Vossler rushes to the back.

The camera pans over to Mikael who is still seen on the 'tron.

Mikael’s loud chuckle interrupts Vossler’s ramp ascension. He looks up to the big screen to realize that Mikael actually looks amused – still sitting in his barber chair. Kveldulv; however, remains as motionless as one can be.

Mikael: “Oh pardon me for my rude manner… It’s just that you are way too naïve. You know, we only tend to value the things that we have when we lose them. I just realized Tokyo was actually a great opponent… I remember the very day that he called Supremacy out, fast forward to nowadays and here I am missing his utopic speeches regarding his supposedly magnificent way of the light.
Make no mistake; Tokyo is still a fool in my humble opinion… But, unlike you, he is a wise man.
Tokyo has taught me valuable lessons.
A little information about my personality - I usually waste my energy taking the opponents that will stand as a challenge. One can measure a man’s intellect by judging his enemies.”

Mikael shakes his head and chuckles once again. He slowly spins his chair to face Kveldulv and points at him.

Mikael: “Kveldulv… Can you believe this man? Do you even feel the urge to deal with a… pitiful scum like him?”

Kveldulv strongly clenches his fists and lets out air filled with rage throughout his nostrils. His intense eyes focus the camera.

Kveldulv: “Små skiter som deg selv pleide å være en ren bety å føye min ustoppelig sult. Jeg vil rive lungene med bare hendene og deretter spise kjøtt hvis det ikke var for Guds vilje.”

Kveldulv’s attitude turns to be even more sinister, his blank eyes are popped out and one can notice the veins all over his neck. Mikael looks serious now. He spins the chair back to look to the camera. He takes a couple of seconds to speak the next words.

Mikael: “I believe it would be safe for us all if we did not translate what the beast just said… Listen, Vossler. You are not really that bright so I will attempt to make this easy for you to comprehend. Supremacy might look like a posse of weird attention-seeking individuals for you – hell; you have the freedom to think whatever you feel like.
But I’d like to warn you about this little thing, and I guarantee that I am now being one hundred percent genuine. You may be a fool and actually cross myself and even this beast in human form named Kveldulv… However, I guarantee that you do NOT want to cross someone like Svanr. Trust me when I say this – Svanr is way more dangerous than us both together.
Svanr is a gifted individual, Vossler… But he lacks compassion. Completely. That man has done things that neither he regrets, nor does he care.
And I only need one word to unleash his true identity upon you… One word – that is the last word you will ever hear.
Trust me.
Do NOT cross the Supremacy.”

Mikael quickly gets up and looks straight to the camera, Kveldulv positions himself behind him once again.

Mikael: “It’s interesting how you come out revealing secrets that belong to a tomb, yet, you claim being respectful. Don’t you dare talking about being respectful, you little… Cunt.
Your loud voice will not make your point valuable whatsoever.
Your claims about your past will not make you a better man or a better leader.
The names that you just mentioned will not make your credentials relevant.
The only thing that makes you stay relevant after all is the fact that you, by all means, have decided to choose me. Guess what? I will grant you this wish to stay relevant in the eyes of these hollow-minded people.”

We can hear the crowd booing after that statement. Mikael takes a breath and lets out another laugh. He points at the camera and displays a sneering smirk.

Mikael: “Let me see if I get it right… You declare that you have done your homework by studying my past.
A past of misfortunes and disgrace – may I add.
You find out that we used to belong to a mental asylum, which is true, I… I cannot deny it anymore. Then, you decide it would make sense to disrespect the same individuals? Something does not add up.
Do you think that we were trapped into those horrific walls because we robbed some child’s candy? Or because we stumbled over a police officer so we happened to 'accidentally' murder him? Perhaps because we have a slight brain damage so we need doctors constantly looking over us? Huh? Is that what you think?”

Mikael sits down and chuckles. He slides his fingers over his eyebrows, then, he takes a quick look at his nails before the next speech.

Mikael: “This whole situation is bigger than you could ever picture, Vossler. Do not underestimate me; I am not one of your common opponents.
WE are not common at all.
But you know what? Enough of bickering. You do not deserve my time anymore. I have bigger plans regarding BFW to scheme – and honestly, you are not one of them. Yes, Svanr is in the arena tonight and he will be waiting for you in the ring, if that is what you seek.
You can unleash your ‘leaderly’ rage upon him… A request, if I may.
Make him enjoy the beating, please.
Have your arms raised as the big man.
But at the end of the day, you will still be a pathetic follower.”

Mikael claps his hands twice and smiles – as soon as he does so, the big screen displays the previous video of the crow over the fallen animal. It statics then the jumbo tron fades to black.