The picture fades in to a rocky outcropping somewhere in the Melbourne area. The sun is setting, sending its orange rays out over the rugged landscape, bathing everything in deep shadows. At the edge of it sits a long-haired figure, hair fluttering in the breeze. As the camera comes closer, it reveals the figure to be Christer Lundmark, neither hair nor beard braided as usual. Obviously sensing the cameraman come closer, he begins to talk, without acknowledging his presence or turning towards the camera.
Christer Lundmark: Life is odd sometimes, it can lead you from nowhere to the highest highs, just to cut you off without a warning and send you plummeting down into the depths of despair and sorrow. A rollercoaster like no other. Look at me. I came from the mines in Kiruna, hard labour below the ground. Then my chance came, a contract offer from America, CWF, one of the biggest names out there, so all my friends encouraged me to take it, to make the trip over here and show what a Norse warrior is made of.
So I came here and began to fight. Some matches went well, others not so much. Then came the chance to join Hostility, make a name there, even getting an opportunity to join The Reason. Life was good, right?
He looks down, shaking his head.
Christer: Well, I felt honoured to be asked to join both the federation and stable, but then came the phone call. A phone call nobody ever wants to get. A call that is a proof of how one should never take anything for granted, that reminds you of your own mortality and puts a lot of things into perspective.
A deep sigh and when he continues, his voice has an uncharacteristic quiver.
Christer: You may wonder what the phone call was? It came from Sweden, my brother. My father is in the hospital, in an artificial coma. They think it was a stroke or something similar. He said that the doctors say that there is nothing I can do, that they are monitoring the situation. I’ve been struggling, but in the end I know what my father would want me to do.
A Norseman’s word is sacred, he does not backstab those that put faith in him and does not go back on an agreement and here I am. I know that Cyrus and the rest of The Reason are counting on me to be there with them and for them, so I will be there.
He stands up and we see that the war hammer is at his side.
Christer: Hostile Elite, are you wondering why I joined up with The Reason? Did you follow me on Evolution at all? I don’t play well with others. Especially if I am being forced into something like a tag team or - being force-drafted into a different...what is this even, federation? Division?
He scoffs at the camera.
Christer: C$J, you should do your research a little better before you try to pull people your way. I know that you love to wag the contracts and cheques around, beguiling us to join your cause. For what? To foster your delusional attempts to restore Hostility to its former glory? I know that you bought CWF outright and that you think you own us and can do whatever you want, but you don’t own anybody. By Odin, you think you can just snap your fingers and we will jump? No. Why do you think it is called “The Reason”? Because we see things for what they are. You are all smoke and mirrors, trying to bring back your past…
Nathan Paradine, now you are one of the old guard, you have been part of Hostility before, so I cannot fault you for pledging your allegiance to St. James again, but Jon, for someone who is talking about wolves and their pack mentality, I would have thought that your instinct would be stronger, purer not to fall for his power games. It is funny that you worry about Jaiden’s bank account, yet decide to stand with C$J, the epitome of deception.
Two other tall, blond men come into the picture, the Cederbergh twins.
Christer: Don’t you worry about his money, you have other things to worry about. Cyrus Black and his Cleansing and one pissed off Norseman that cannot stand a whole lot of things. Being forced to do something he does not want to do. People blindly following the lure of power, money and fame without giving it so much of a second thought. Those people belittling the ones that actually see what really is happening, the ones that stand for reason.
Nathan, Jon, you think that you are on the side of power, but you will regret the moment you decided to join forces with C$J. And Melbourne will be the burial ground of your hopes and dreams.
He turns away again.
Christer: Lo, There do I see my Father
Lo, There do I see my Mother and
My Brothers and my Sisters
Lo, There do I see the line of my people back to the beginning
Lo, They do call to me
They bid me take my place among them in the halls of Valhalla
Where thine enemies have been vanquished
Where the brave shall live Forever
Nor shall we mourn but rejoice for those that have died the glorious death.
Fade to black.