Post by Oswald Brodd on Mar 15, 2011 23:57:31 GMT
The scene opens outside the impressive FWF arena. The sky is grey and its pouring down. The space around the arena is empty, only the cars driving by interrupts the sound of the rain slamming against the ground. A high-pitched irritating brake can be heard as an old rusted taxi stops by the curve. The camera focuses on the newly arrived taxi. The first thing that comes to sight is the filthy red hair of the Mad Viking. He is trying to open the backseat door, but the door won’t open. He tries again with more force, but nothing happens. The cameraman walks over to the cab and mumbling voices can be heard. Brodd tries a third time to open the door, but is unsuccessful. Brodd looks very frustrated and his face is turning red. He begins yelling inside the cab in Danish. His tone of voice makes it clear that its not pleasant words he’s speaking. The driver seat door is opened and the taxi driver, who is an elderly man with grey hair, steps out and walks over to backseat door. He grabs it and pulls, but its stuck. Inside Brodd is shaking his head. He knocks on the window and waves the driver away. The driver walks a couple of steps back from the taxi. Inside the cab Brodd leans back and begins kicking the door while yelling different Danish swearwords. Suddenly the door gives and is slammed open. Brodd steps out of the cab with the FWF Universal title in his hand. His face is all red. He looks at the driver and lets out a small grunt. The driver quickly closes the door again and gets in the cab. Brodd watches the cab driving away with a large cloud of smoke coming out of its exhaust pipe. Brodd shakes his head and looks stunned
Oswald Brodd :
Bloody Niflheim...
Brodd searches the pockets of his big bearskin coat and pulls out a canteen. He flicks the lid off and begins to drink. He looks around where there is nobody in sight. He then stares at the sky that’s grey as far as he can see, but the rain makes it difficult for him to look up. Instead he starts walking towards the FWF arena.
Oswald Brodd:
Crappy taxis and nonstop raining, by Sutyr I’ve missed this hell hole called England. It’s March, haven’t no one around here heard about spring? The Englishmen should just pray to Thor and then they could perhaps get some decent weather.
The Great Dane reaches the front entrance of the FWF arena and opens one of the doors. He is soaked from the rain, but doesn’t seem to care. Instead he drinks some more mjöd from the canteen in order to get warm. He wipes the water from his title away. He throws the belt over his shoulder and starts walking forward in the hallways. Crew members pass him by carrying different materiel for the arena and stage, but Brodd doesn’t pay any attention to them and keeps on walking. Shortly after he hears a familiar voice, he stops walking and turns around where he sees Linda Myles walking towards him with a camera man following her.
Linda Myles:
Excuse me Brodd, but do you have a minute?
Brodd takes a huge gulp of mjöd and nods.
Linda Myles:
Great.
She looks at her cameraman.
Linda Myles:
Are you ready?
The cameraman gives the thumbs up.
Linda walks over to Brodd and holds out a microphone. Brodd throws the canteen away and pulls out a new one from his pocket. Myles clears her throat before she begins to speak.
Linda Myles:
Hello FWF fans. I’m here with the FWF Universal Champion, The Mad Viking, Oswald Brodd. Oswald first of I would like to congratulate you on your victorious title defense against King of Kings at Jealousy last fall. But what are your plans now?
Brodd looks a bit surprised that Myles congratulated him, but his facial expression doesn’t change. He takes a swig from the canteen and wipes his mouth with his arm.
Oswald Brodd:
During FWF’s “winter vacation” I’ve had a lot of time to figure out what my goals are and what I want to do with my career, and the answer is quite simple actually. I want to continue the second age of the Vikings and I want to continue my occupation in this Odin forsaken country. And why shouldn’t I do so? I’ve proved time after time what I’m capable of. I’ve beaten FWF greats, legends and a Hall of Famer I’ve even taken down an empire! Just look what happened to the group The British Empire. I destroyed them! Where is King of Kings now, huh? For months he talked about how Brits where greater than everyone else, but I showed him otherwise. I showed him that England is country in decay and its people is no more than a bunch of peasants who should all bow to The Great Dane who will show them the true values in live and who will mutilate anyone who stands against him and the second Viking age.
Brodd looks at Myles and with some power places his hand on her shoulder. Myles looks a bit scarred.
Oswald Brodd:
But I actually have some hope for you Brits, well at least for some of you.
Brodd removes his hand and drinks some mjöd.
Oswald Brodd:
During my glorious triumph against the Sköger in the Empire I actually heard fans in the crowd cheering for me. It wasn’t many, but it was a start. It showed me that perhaps they can finally realize that Vikings simply are greater. I bid those people welcome to a better life where you’re not some lapdog for the Americans, but its too early to say so, maybe I’m just too friendly and open-hearted to the Brits.
Brodd adjusts the belt on his shoulder and stares at it.
Oswald Brodd:
Its actually quite funny. Before I got this belt nobody really seemed to mind what I did and what I said. Sure, some people got a bit upset, when I attacked Dan Taylor, but that went over quickly. After I got the title on the other hand I was in the center. Suddenly so much happened around me and now people began to take offense because of the things I said. People wanted to fight me and get rid of me, Joe Page even created an Empire to prove me wrong, but he failed as is the tradition of the British people.
Brodd smirks as he is reminded of how he beat Joe Page in their match at Jealousy. Shortly after he looks at Linda.
Oswald Brodd:
So what are my goals now? I can’t beat Joe Page again because he is gone, and I can’t beat anyone from his little tea party because they’re all gone and I can’t…
Linda cuts in.
Linda Myles:
What about Christian Lee?
Brodd looks frustrated at Linda and immediately indicates her to be quiet.
Oswald Brodd:
First thing, never interrupt me again. Second thing, if Christian Lee has a problem with me then I’ll be right here, but he and I didn’t cross paths often when he was in the Empire, he was busy doing he own things.
Linda Myles:
Do you think there is chance that King of Kings and the Empire will be back?
Brodd smiles and lets out a little grunt.
Oswald Brodd:
If Page decides to return there will only be more pain and horrible defeats waiting for him. But perhaps there is a chance he didn’t get the message the first time, because it has come to my attention that Brits apparently are very thick-headed and don’t know when to give up before they get really hurt. And here of cause I’m talking about an old friend of mine.
Brodd looks directly into the camera with a malevolence smirk.
Oswald Brodd:
Dragonfly Danny T! Danny boy! How are you? Don’t think that I haven’t noticed you’re back. Its been a long since our last encounter. Did you enjoy your little leave of absence? Apparently you didn’t because otherwise you wouldn’t be back to endure more agonizing pain. But you know what, I’m actually glad you’re back, because this means that I can continue to bully you around, which I have to say I really enjoyed last time especially when I still got this fine title I won from you. Aren’t you glad to see that this belt finally belongs to a person who deserves it and not to some pre-puberty brat who got here because his daddy was famous?
Brodd gently pads his title.
Oswald Brodd:
I’ve heard you talking about respect, Danny boy, but if you had any respect for this business you would walk away from here right now and never come back. I already proved you don’t deserve to be here when I defeated you for the title and what did you do about it? You ran away. You didn’t even show yourself in FWF again until now. You could have done the honorable thing and stayed and tried to fight your way back, but you didn’t. You didn’t even ask for a rematch, you just ran away like the little spoiled child you are. And now after six months you just come back to FWF with a vendetta and think you mean something again, but you don’t. In my world you’re nothing, you’re only a third-rated wrestler who still lives in daddy’s shadow and no matter how hard you try you’ll never be able to escape from it, especially when you’re still using your father’s nickname. There is and will ever only be one person who can use the DDT name.
The Mad Viking gulps down some mjöd while stands beside. After a little while Linda raises the mic to her mouth.
Linda Myles:
Don’t you think there is a chance you’re underestimating Danny T? He is a former Universal champion, so he deserves some respect.
Brodd stops drinking. He looks at Linda and begins to laugh while still having mjöd in his mouth. Some of the mjöd runs down his beard as he continues to laugh.
Oswald Brodd:
Respect? Ha, that’s a good one.
Brodd removes the mjöd that’s running down his beard.
Oswald Brodd:
Respect is something you have to earn and my respect hard to earn. I didn’t for example like Dan Taylor, I actually loathed him, but I respected him for his accomplishments and for what he did for FWF. His son on the other hand has done nothing that has impressed me and therefore I have no respect for him. But I’ll tell you something. There is a small event coming up called Blizzard where 20 FWF warriors will compete in the annual Blizzard match that includes both Danny boy and me this year. So here is a chance for him to do something and try to impress not only me, but everyone watching. But know this, it will not be easy and I will do everything in my power in order to see that he’ll not accomplish anything at Blizzard. My main goal at Blizzard will be to eliminate Danny T, because I’m simply superior!
The Viking Warrior finishes the canteen and throws it away. He looks straight into the camera
Oswald Brodd:
At Blizzard I will unleash the wrath of all the gods and giants. The nine worlds will all come tumbling down as I destroy 19 other men. I will win the Blizzard match and show the world that the second age of the Vikings is here to stay forever! So to everyone in the Blizzard match I can only say this. Prepare for the Twilight of the Gods!
Brodd shortly looks at Myles with a vicious expression on his face, before he walks away. As he walks away from the camera he opens a new canteen which he begins to chug down. The camera returns to Linda Myles who hasn’t moved since last.
Linda Myles:
That’s all for now and I hope you will all enjoy the Blizzard match.
The scene fades to black.
Oswald Brodd :
Bloody Niflheim...
Brodd searches the pockets of his big bearskin coat and pulls out a canteen. He flicks the lid off and begins to drink. He looks around where there is nobody in sight. He then stares at the sky that’s grey as far as he can see, but the rain makes it difficult for him to look up. Instead he starts walking towards the FWF arena.
Oswald Brodd:
Crappy taxis and nonstop raining, by Sutyr I’ve missed this hell hole called England. It’s March, haven’t no one around here heard about spring? The Englishmen should just pray to Thor and then they could perhaps get some decent weather.
The Great Dane reaches the front entrance of the FWF arena and opens one of the doors. He is soaked from the rain, but doesn’t seem to care. Instead he drinks some more mjöd from the canteen in order to get warm. He wipes the water from his title away. He throws the belt over his shoulder and starts walking forward in the hallways. Crew members pass him by carrying different materiel for the arena and stage, but Brodd doesn’t pay any attention to them and keeps on walking. Shortly after he hears a familiar voice, he stops walking and turns around where he sees Linda Myles walking towards him with a camera man following her.
Linda Myles:
Excuse me Brodd, but do you have a minute?
Brodd takes a huge gulp of mjöd and nods.
Linda Myles:
Great.
She looks at her cameraman.
Linda Myles:
Are you ready?
The cameraman gives the thumbs up.
Linda walks over to Brodd and holds out a microphone. Brodd throws the canteen away and pulls out a new one from his pocket. Myles clears her throat before she begins to speak.
Linda Myles:
Hello FWF fans. I’m here with the FWF Universal Champion, The Mad Viking, Oswald Brodd. Oswald first of I would like to congratulate you on your victorious title defense against King of Kings at Jealousy last fall. But what are your plans now?
Brodd looks a bit surprised that Myles congratulated him, but his facial expression doesn’t change. He takes a swig from the canteen and wipes his mouth with his arm.
Oswald Brodd:
During FWF’s “winter vacation” I’ve had a lot of time to figure out what my goals are and what I want to do with my career, and the answer is quite simple actually. I want to continue the second age of the Vikings and I want to continue my occupation in this Odin forsaken country. And why shouldn’t I do so? I’ve proved time after time what I’m capable of. I’ve beaten FWF greats, legends and a Hall of Famer I’ve even taken down an empire! Just look what happened to the group The British Empire. I destroyed them! Where is King of Kings now, huh? For months he talked about how Brits where greater than everyone else, but I showed him otherwise. I showed him that England is country in decay and its people is no more than a bunch of peasants who should all bow to The Great Dane who will show them the true values in live and who will mutilate anyone who stands against him and the second Viking age.
Brodd looks at Myles and with some power places his hand on her shoulder. Myles looks a bit scarred.
Oswald Brodd:
But I actually have some hope for you Brits, well at least for some of you.
Brodd removes his hand and drinks some mjöd.
Oswald Brodd:
During my glorious triumph against the Sköger in the Empire I actually heard fans in the crowd cheering for me. It wasn’t many, but it was a start. It showed me that perhaps they can finally realize that Vikings simply are greater. I bid those people welcome to a better life where you’re not some lapdog for the Americans, but its too early to say so, maybe I’m just too friendly and open-hearted to the Brits.
Brodd adjusts the belt on his shoulder and stares at it.
Oswald Brodd:
Its actually quite funny. Before I got this belt nobody really seemed to mind what I did and what I said. Sure, some people got a bit upset, when I attacked Dan Taylor, but that went over quickly. After I got the title on the other hand I was in the center. Suddenly so much happened around me and now people began to take offense because of the things I said. People wanted to fight me and get rid of me, Joe Page even created an Empire to prove me wrong, but he failed as is the tradition of the British people.
Brodd smirks as he is reminded of how he beat Joe Page in their match at Jealousy. Shortly after he looks at Linda.
Oswald Brodd:
So what are my goals now? I can’t beat Joe Page again because he is gone, and I can’t beat anyone from his little tea party because they’re all gone and I can’t…
Linda cuts in.
Linda Myles:
What about Christian Lee?
Brodd looks frustrated at Linda and immediately indicates her to be quiet.
Oswald Brodd:
First thing, never interrupt me again. Second thing, if Christian Lee has a problem with me then I’ll be right here, but he and I didn’t cross paths often when he was in the Empire, he was busy doing he own things.
Linda Myles:
Do you think there is chance that King of Kings and the Empire will be back?
Brodd smiles and lets out a little grunt.
Oswald Brodd:
If Page decides to return there will only be more pain and horrible defeats waiting for him. But perhaps there is a chance he didn’t get the message the first time, because it has come to my attention that Brits apparently are very thick-headed and don’t know when to give up before they get really hurt. And here of cause I’m talking about an old friend of mine.
Brodd looks directly into the camera with a malevolence smirk.
Oswald Brodd:
Dragonfly Danny T! Danny boy! How are you? Don’t think that I haven’t noticed you’re back. Its been a long since our last encounter. Did you enjoy your little leave of absence? Apparently you didn’t because otherwise you wouldn’t be back to endure more agonizing pain. But you know what, I’m actually glad you’re back, because this means that I can continue to bully you around, which I have to say I really enjoyed last time especially when I still got this fine title I won from you. Aren’t you glad to see that this belt finally belongs to a person who deserves it and not to some pre-puberty brat who got here because his daddy was famous?
Brodd gently pads his title.
Oswald Brodd:
I’ve heard you talking about respect, Danny boy, but if you had any respect for this business you would walk away from here right now and never come back. I already proved you don’t deserve to be here when I defeated you for the title and what did you do about it? You ran away. You didn’t even show yourself in FWF again until now. You could have done the honorable thing and stayed and tried to fight your way back, but you didn’t. You didn’t even ask for a rematch, you just ran away like the little spoiled child you are. And now after six months you just come back to FWF with a vendetta and think you mean something again, but you don’t. In my world you’re nothing, you’re only a third-rated wrestler who still lives in daddy’s shadow and no matter how hard you try you’ll never be able to escape from it, especially when you’re still using your father’s nickname. There is and will ever only be one person who can use the DDT name.
The Mad Viking gulps down some mjöd while stands beside. After a little while Linda raises the mic to her mouth.
Linda Myles:
Don’t you think there is a chance you’re underestimating Danny T? He is a former Universal champion, so he deserves some respect.
Brodd stops drinking. He looks at Linda and begins to laugh while still having mjöd in his mouth. Some of the mjöd runs down his beard as he continues to laugh.
Oswald Brodd:
Respect? Ha, that’s a good one.
Brodd removes the mjöd that’s running down his beard.
Oswald Brodd:
Respect is something you have to earn and my respect hard to earn. I didn’t for example like Dan Taylor, I actually loathed him, but I respected him for his accomplishments and for what he did for FWF. His son on the other hand has done nothing that has impressed me and therefore I have no respect for him. But I’ll tell you something. There is a small event coming up called Blizzard where 20 FWF warriors will compete in the annual Blizzard match that includes both Danny boy and me this year. So here is a chance for him to do something and try to impress not only me, but everyone watching. But know this, it will not be easy and I will do everything in my power in order to see that he’ll not accomplish anything at Blizzard. My main goal at Blizzard will be to eliminate Danny T, because I’m simply superior!
The Viking Warrior finishes the canteen and throws it away. He looks straight into the camera
Oswald Brodd:
At Blizzard I will unleash the wrath of all the gods and giants. The nine worlds will all come tumbling down as I destroy 19 other men. I will win the Blizzard match and show the world that the second age of the Vikings is here to stay forever! So to everyone in the Blizzard match I can only say this. Prepare for the Twilight of the Gods!
Brodd shortly looks at Myles with a vicious expression on his face, before he walks away. As he walks away from the camera he opens a new canteen which he begins to chug down. The camera returns to Linda Myles who hasn’t moved since last.
Linda Myles:
That’s all for now and I hope you will all enjoy the Blizzard match.
The scene fades to black.
