Luminous and soft moonlight broke out over the newly purchased cabin of one Oswald Knight, unsettled though he was…. By those ruffians, those brutes proclaiming superiority, they had not come after him… yet. Whether by luck or planning, he had been left alone. Still Oswald did not take a positive view of these peasants attempting to rule what he considered to be his.
Thus it would be prudent to ensure that he stayed untouched by these rogue dogs. How to ensure such a thing would be the question. Now he could attempt to pay them off, or perhaps he could use them to further his war against the man of lightning.
That was a tale for another day, now his attention was to turn towards the man known as Chulunn Bold, the submission champion. Oswald considered the fact that Chulunn would be weary, perhaps even injured after his match with Drake Nygma and the ensuing attack that followed by those rapscallions.
Oswald Knight: “Decisions. Decisions. The man of lightning has been granted a momentary reprieve it would seem. A far bigger vampire to fry has landed on our plate. Not that we believe in vampires, its mere hyperbole to be sure. Laid on top of that, is a championship opportunity, a chance to drag the submission championship into the frozen wastes. Into our cold and sturdy grip.”
High pitched and mocking laughter rang out, disdain dripping off every bit of sound emanating from the lips of Oswald Knight.
Decadent though his cabin was, it did precious little to hide the ugliness festering within the personality of Oswald Knight. In the past week rumours of a name he had hoped to never hear again had begun to resurface. Various articles referred to his brother by name, the other Knight brother, the light to his dark, the hero to his villain.
August Knight. Even the thought of his heroic younger brother sent a shudder down Oswald’s spine, not out of fear, instead this shudder spoke to a deep seated loathing, a hatred for all that August stood for.
Oswald Knight: “Little brother, you’ve plagued me like a spectre. Even your memory taunts me, it matters not that we’ve not been face to face in ten years, all that matters is that your name haunts me everywhere I go. And now I hear rumours you are coming here…. For what reason? To begin our war all over again? Have you not learned your lesson yet brother mine?” Oswald whispered speaking into the dimly lit room, his features almost hidden entirely in shadow.
Operatic music played in the background, an accompaniment of eerie violins, befitting the savage and quietly deceptive persona of Oswald Knight. Amidst the sounds of music playing Oswald’s thoughts were a maelstrom of confusion and disdain, the bad blood existing between the two knight brothers had grown in infamy during their childhood, beyond the usual childhood squabbles until neither brother could stand to be in the other’s presence.
Regardless of this ghost from the past breaking into the path he presently walked, Oswald’s goal remained the same. Conquer and secure victory. His target was Chulunn Bold. His desired championship? The Submission Championship. Icy tendrils of fog wrapped themselves around Oswald like a robe, his form obscured by those same tendrils of fog. It wasn’t unusual for Oswald to be sheathed in fog. Nor was it unexpected that his return to an icy cold climate allowed for a greater control over his cunning and unpredictable nature.
//Downtown press conference, four hours later//
Brilliant red and gold lights streamed down from overhead, flashes of camera’s making it clear that photos were being taken of Oswald Knight. Assembled before Oswald was a selection of reporters, a mixture of young and old men and women, frail and large, bony and stout figures all before the hawkish eyes of Oswald Knight.
???: “My name is Kara Zor El, with the daily planet. What is your response to the vicious attack on your fellow superstars of late? Aren’t you worried they’ll come after you next? You must have some thoughts on this” Kara spoke, a firm yet soft note to her voice.
Oswald Knight: “Miss Zor El, I watched that attack just like everyone else. I saw how they laid low many men and even a few women that night. If they make the mistake of coming after me, they’ll soon find out that this Penguin has sharp teeth. Teeth used to rend flesh….”
Kara visibly paled at that, her eyes widening, reflecting her fear at the images conjured within her mind. Her mind laden with panic, her hands fidgeting as a quieter and gentler voice filled with a defiant intensity filled the air.
???: “Mr Knight, that’s quite enough. You should know better than to terrorise and taunt those who ask but a simple question. Then again that’s always been your way hasn’t it brother mine?. To mock and threaten, to have others cowering before your feet. No more Oswald, you want to fight someone…. Fight me.”
Oswald’s expression tightened, his jaw becoming hard, outrage and disgust filling his eyes as the lights flickered giving him a clearer look at this new arrival.
Oswald Knight: “Well look at this, August Knight in the flesh, finally stepped out of your lab have you? Mother would be so proud of her baby boy. The youngest Knight brother finally decides to get his hands dirty. Fight you…. I’m already booked at this next event, you’ll have to wait your turn brother mine. Perhaps you’ll get your chance soon, but I doubt it.” Oswald remarked, his lips turning in a sarcastic smirk, delighted in this chance to insult his brother once again.
August’s hands clenched into fists, his body tensing, the atmosphere was rife with intensity, a thunderous energy crackling between the two brothers who seemed to have a personal and well defined animosity for each other.
August Knight: “I’ll definitely get my chance to take you down, to ruin your career, rumour has it you've got a championship match. Maybe I’ll find a way to ensure you lose. I have nowhere to be and all the time in the world, I’m in your blind spot Oswald. You can consider this a public declaration of my intent to take you down no matter the cost.”
Oswald descended the stairs, a scowl twisting his lips, frustration oozing out of his every pore, his temper being sorely tested at this very moment.
Oswald Knight: “Challenge accepted brother, so be it war is to break out between the brothers Knight once again. Only this time there is no one to intervene on your behalf, it's just you and me, on an almost even playing field it would seem.”
The camera faded to black as Oswald and August stood mere inches apart, the promise of war lingering in the air as Oswald and August regarded each other the way one would an enemy on the battlefield.