Post by Ulf Hednir on Aug 12, 2017 23:34:00 GMT
… Sacrifice Fallout …
Ulf Hednir approaches the scene after Jayson Matthews had rushed to the medical staff; a look of shock evident on his face indicates that Ulf had no knowledge that Jason Sandman was going to go through such tactics. The confusion turns to anger, and Ulf charges toward his colleague within The Council, grabbing him by his shirt collar and shoving him against the wall!
“What did you do?!” growls Ulf Hednir, as Jason Sandman tries to get his hands between himself and Ulf to separate him; Ulf shoves him harder against the wall, but Jason Sandman still does not look intimidated.
Jason Sandman looks sorrowful, as Xavier Cross and Kole Kaos come onto the scene; both Kole and Xavier grab Ulf and pull him back as they can see that Jason Sandman is fully restrained, and they are uncertain of what Ulf may do if he remains loose. Jason Sandman draws in a deep breath, and takes an apologetic tone as he replies to Ulf, “I’m sorry, Ulf. There was a reason I knew I couldn’t tell you, but…” he says, walking forward and putting an arm on the restrained Ulf Hednir, “It was the only way it could be done.”
“Jeg wanted revenge on him, but not like this!” shouted Ulf.
Jason Sandman shakes his head to Ulf, “And you got it. With that victory. This attack: this was me… you had nothing to do with it, Brother; don’t beat yourself up over my actions.”
Ulf Hednir shakes himself loose from the grip of Xavier Cross and Kole Kaos, and they quickly get themselves between Jason Sandman and Ulf Hednir. Xavier Cross has his hands up to block Ulf Hednir, and gesture for him to cool down as he speaks to the youngest member of The Council, “Ulf. Friend. Brother. Jason is right… you had nothing to do with this attack… WE had nothing to do with this attack! I don’t limit you guys from accomplishing your goals, and he has decided to make this goal! He sent his message his way! You just need to relax.”
Ulf suddenly stomps his foot, and Jason Sandman gets into a defensive stance but they are surprised by Ulf Hednir turning away from them and walking away. Jason Sandman and Kole Kaos both step forward to try to stop him, and talk him down, but Xavier Cross puts his arms out in front of both of them, “No. Let him go... He just needs some air.”
Jeg could not stop min selv from feeling guilty over hvat had happened at Sacrifice. Ja, jeg wanted revenge on Jayson Matthews… but de truth was det jeg really did not him to suffer as de Council chose to make him suffer. As Jason Sandman chose to make him suffer. Jeg clenched my fist and pounded it down on the table beside meg as meg face scrunched with anger; betrayal; although it was not my fight, there was a part of me det longed to give Jayson Matthews revenge even at the expense of my own ally. My own partner. My own team. Jeg tried to shake the thought from min mind, and stay focused on hvat it would take to ensure that jeg get entered into Heir to de Throne; regardless of hvat had happened, jeg was going to team with Jason Sandman this week. And jeg was going to have to take out dis James Gilmore.
“This week,” jeg spoke unable to mask the shame jeg felt for hvat jeg had done, leading Jayson Matthews to an assault that jeg felt took things a bit far; as if jeg had dishonored the gods… and jeg felt further shame knowing that jeg was about to let a half-lie escape my lips but it was hvat jeg had to do to keep min selv focused on hvat would help me accomplish my goals, “This week was a step in the right direction. After Jayson Matthews escaped Lineage with the Invictus Championship in his grasp, it made me feel… like jeg was a failure… It made me feel worthless. It made me feel shame. This was a feeling that jeg could not allow to corrupt me, and one that jeg did not allow to corrupt me; jeg walked down to the ring with one thing on my mind this past week, and det one thing was victory! Jeg would not be defeated back to back! Not by de same man!”
Jeg stared at the camera, feeling min eyes filling with fire, and rage, and determination; jeg knew det jeg was already in trouble to get into Heir to de Throne, although de truth was det jeg was going to have a chance for a golden ticket next week… and… perhaps… det was when jeg could make Jason Sandman understand that the tactics he used against Jayson Matthews, de tactics det he failed to inform me of, were unacceptable. It would not be de end of de Council. Not even close. Vi were still family. But jeg knew that families would eventually fight, and this was one of those times that vi would have to.
“Now det jeg have my victory over you, Jayson Matthews… du are no longer my problem. Du are now the problem of Jason Sandman. Or, should jeg say, Jason Sandman is your problem? It does not matter. There is another issue that jeg must address.
This…” jeg snapped my gently trying to think of de name of this opponent that jeg was going to be stepping into the ring with this week, “This…” jeg hesitated a second time, but finally snapped my fingers together louder as the name had come to me, “This James Gilmore! This man thinks det he has a chance of defeating a unified Council; the two of us… Jason Sandman… and min selv. Jeg do not like walking into a match blind, James, which is why even though jeg know that the odds are stacked unfairly against du, jeg vil not take du for granted; perhaps this is a trap even from Roberto Verona... Vi must keep in mind det Roberto Verona has been trying to screw me out of getting into Heir to de Throne ever since he realized that jeg could not be stopped. Jeg became a force that he did not account for to try to cater to his new talent. The talent det he believes is going to be de future.”
Jeg paused for a moment; jeg could not help but appear disappointed by this match that was created, “When jeg signed that contract for de IWF, Roberto Verona, du did not expect me to bring in half the money that jeg did. When people saw the strength that jeg possessed against de likes of Mr. Happy; when people saw the war that jeg was able to bring to the former runner-up to Heir to de Throne… when jeg defeated a former Man of Steel Champion, crushed the spirits of another newcomer in the name of Jacen North, and nearly took the Invictus Championship away from Jayson Matthews; when jeg joined de Council and put de entire IWF locker room on notice det vi were going to be de future! Du saw, Roberto; du saw det jeg would not be buried as easily as the people du have buried in the past. Ja, du decided det du wanted to announce de Heir to de Throne would not be open to any former Imperial Champions in a guise to believe det du were going to really give the newcomers a fair chance for the Imperial Championship… to give de IWF a bright future. But vi know det du ha your golden boy. De one that du are really going to push.
But du did not account for me.” jeg said with a chuckle, “Jeg. Vil. Bury the competition. Jeg vil step into the ring with whoever du need me to step into the ring! Hvatever hurdle du choose to put in front of me! Believe me when jeg say, det jeg will destroy any opposition du choose to put in front of me and it vil become the absolute worst day of det person’s life! When James Gilmore cannot even hobble out of the ring: he is going to have du to thank for det. Jeg must speak toward Jason Sandman about dis, but jeg need to make it clear to du, Jason: vi are partners. Vi are brothers. But when we step into the ring against Gilmore this Monday, jeg do not need you to get in my way...
Jeg…
Jeg want du just to sit back and enjoy the show, Jason. Jeg want du to enjoy the bloodbath. As jeg rip Gilmore to pieces; as jeg show Roberto Verona that he cannot stop me from getting into Heir to de Throne, and he cannot stop me from becoming the Imperial Champion. No matter who it is that gets in my way! Whether it is Gilmore this week; whether it is du, and Kole next week; whether it is Xavier Cross de week after. Whether it is someone on fire as Mason St. Croix,” jeg sneered at the mentioning of the last name, recognizing the talent det was there, “It does not matter who it is. It does not matter how hot du all have been within the IWF. When jeg get into the ring with any of you: jeg will break you.”
Jeg paused momentarily, licking my lips as jeg thought of my own ambition. The bloodbath jeg may have to lay on anyone who gets in the way, the carnage that would be left behind me. Although jeg longed to fight with honor, and have a challenge, there was a sly smile that jeg could not keep contained thinking of inflicting as much pain on my opponents as jeg must… and all… to send a message. To send a message det…
“Jeg vil not be stopped. Let me just repeat myself one time for du, Roberto: there is nothing du can put in front of me… no one du can put in front of me… no beast, monster, nor entity det can be put in front of me det vil stop me from fulfilling my destiny! There is nothing det vil stop me from getting into Heir to de Throne, and nothing det vil stop me from becoming Imperial Champion.
Anyone in my path on this road to my destiny… vil learn first hand why hvat jeg say is nothing less than de truth! They vil know det jeg am a man of my word, and they vil be able to tell you first hand that jeg vil not fight like a man: when jeg punch someone, they vil feel the power of Thor. They will say that jeg fought as ferocious as Fenrir! Det jeg fought as bravely as Tyr! That jeg read their mind as if jeg were Loki… That jeg fought… with Odin… on my side! They will tell you that it was not a man who beat them. They will say it was a God that crushed them.”
Well howdy there pardner.