Post by Ulf Hednir on Feb 25, 2018 22:46:25 GMT
Darkness has already crept over the land of the Mexican desert. Shadowed figures can be seen walking throughout the desert, the exact number of people being a mystery; the movement seems to have ceased when the silence is broken by a steady pace of drumming coming from the direction of these shadowy figures. A few sparks strike in the direct center of the group until flames begin to rise from a bonfire that was previously placed; the masked individual stands up and backs away from the bonfire joining the rest of the group in the rhythmic drumming… when the fire gains enough energy the orange glow emits to the masked group that is still surrounding the bonfire. The Heathen Army. Each of them have a shield, and some carry swords while others carry spears, as they are pounding the weapon against their shields.
In the distance is a truck parked, with two individuals sitting on the bed of the truck. One of them appears to be much younger, and has a sinister smile on his face as he looks forward toward the key individual: Ulf Hednir. Ulf was standing outside from the crowd of the Heathen Army, but they have stepped aside to allow their identified leader to walk closer to the bonfire. Beside the first individual is an older fellow.
The older man speaks, “You have a lot of confidence in this young man, Loki…”
Loki’s lips curl upward ever so slightly, and his eyes are fixated on Ulf Hednir and his followers, “You have not seen him in action, Hue. He is brutal, he is powerful, and more importantly… it took me months to break him… but he is ruthless.”
Huehuecoyotl, or Hue as Loki refers to him, turns his attention over to Loki to notice the admiration he has for his pupil. Huehuecoyotl slowly turns his head back to Ulf to try to spot what Loki sees in him. Although he whispers over to Loki, “You said there would be trickery…”
Loki scoffs, “Yes, yes, we will toy with people trying to cross the border later!”
Back at the bonfire, Ulf Hednir is pacing around the bonfire; he snarls a bit before adjusting to a smirk as he looks around him at his followers. His Heathen Army. His voice carries over the sound of the drumming, enticing them to continue despite him beginning to speak.
“Dere have alt done well! Dere ha enticed fear into de hearts…” Ulf pounds his hand against his heart, “Into de minds!” Ulf taps a finger against his skull, “Of every wrestler det is on de roster! Every wrestler aspiring to join de ranks of de Imperial Wrestling Federation! They have ALL had second thoughts because they know-- they know det jeg, they know det de Heathen Army vil crush any opposition det stands in front of us!”
Several of the Heathen Army members clap for the words from their leader, but quickly regain composure and continue the rhythmic drumming.
“Nighthawk thinks det he is different from anybody else. He thinks det he can march into Danger Zone with some bold statements… telling de world how he has been pushed by de likes of Alex Jones, Spike Kane, Jake Convay,” Ulf speaks in a mocking tone at the mentioning of the last name, “But hvat he does not seem to realize is det jeg er not any of disse men! Jeg am not Alex Jones! Jeg am not Spike Kane! Jeg am not Jake Convay! Jeg er Ulf Hednir-- og jeg vil prove by Danger Zone det jeg er mer farlig enn any of de men det du ha ever stepped foot into de ring with.”
Ulf stops pacing, and draws in a deep breath. He sneers while turning toward the fire, and resuming his speech a bit more collected.
“Du talk a lot, Nighthawk. Du talk too much, jeg think. Og du see hvat du wish to see! Og så du insult me? Hvor is de truth? Hvor is your words? Du call me a bully, but hvat did jeg do to really bully? Jeg enticed a fight. Jeg showed de world det Ulf Hednir would not disappear just as quickly as he arrived! And then du gråte hven jeg go after du because you are with children-- de children are innocent, and jeg would never harm them. Det is why jeg said det they could leave. For someone who talks so much about truth du seem to be so blinded by your own perception! Jeg did not have to let those children leave! But jeg never intended to hurt du in front of them-- but du do not see hvat it is det jeg am trying to accomplish. Jeg ha min own goals, bird. And alt du ha been doing since jeg came back to de IWF has been getting in min vay!
Hvat about min goals? Hvat about min dreams? My ambitions?”
Ulf places his hand to his chest and shakes his head in disapproval of the way that Nighthawk has spoke of him, and even the way he has treated him. He sneers at the thought of his name.
“Du talk about code, about hvat my people stand for, but de truth is du do not know hvat my people stand for! Hvat? Du know Astrid? Du think det she represents all of my people? Jeg ha told du my goal since signing min contract with de IWF: become de youngest Imperial Champion in history! Courage! Jeg face my fear, and defend min kin from all dangers! Jeg protect my family-- fire (four) months of me being at home proved det. Discipline! Jeg do hvat is necessary of MIN own accord! Du got in min path? Jeg did hvat jeg had to do to to get du out of min vay, and du did not listen; now jeg vil continue to do hvat jeg ha to do to get du out of min vay! Honor: jeg vil honor my ancestors, and my people by ascending de ranks of de IWF.”
Ulf chuckles.
“Jeg must admit det jeg ha been en little away from hospitality…”
He shakes his head a few times, but continues.
“Industriousness-- jeg do take joy in min work, Nighthawk. As du ha seen, jeg hold nothing back… jeg vil hold nothing back… Self-Reliance. Gjør du really think det jeg need the Heathen Army to have my back? THEY chose to have min back! Hvorfor? Because THEY believe in me! Because THEY know det jeg am going to do exactly hvat it is jeg set out to do! Truth! Hven ha jeg lied? Hven Danger Zone comes, jeg er going to defeat du, og du er going to realize det not. One. Lie. Vil escape these lips. Fidelity: du are neither friend nor family, therefore jeg do not owe a service to du.
Lastly…
Perseverance. Perseverance!”
Ulf paces again around the fire, and repeats the word a few times.
“Perseverance! Perseverance, Nighthawk! Det is de code det jeg er going to focus on because jeg ha already laid out my goal to you: youngest Imperial Champion in de history of de IWF! De only vay det jeg can make det happen is by doing hvat it is det jeg am doing! Making a name for myself! Hven Angel… hven Andrew… hven they look to see who it is det should be next in line for de Imperial Championship, they er going to see one name! Og it vil be mine! Jeg must persevere against de likes of du… against someone villing to get in de vay of another man’s goal… and jeg must bury du. Jeg must send a message to du. Det message, it must carry on to de entire IWF! Det vay they alt know who it is det vil be in front of them. Jeg told de world, Nighthawk, de entire world hven jeg returned to de IWF det jeg vas going to come after de Imperial Championship! Now, du dare compare your own code against mine?
Perseverance, Nighthawk. Du vil not stop me from capturing de Imperial Championship. Du vil not get in min vay.
There is another part of de code among warriors det du must be villing to accept. Det code is det each man carries his own weight! Hven jeg attacked them jeg ha actually done it as a means det did not go in min favor: two against one. Tre against one. De list goes on and on, Nighthawk! Jeg did nothing dishonorable! De warriors code: fight deres own battles. Du interfered with det. Du made them look weak, whereas jeg gave them opportunity to appear strong! To take de beating det jeg ha offered! And at de end of de day, they would stand on their own two feet and continue fighting…
But du took det away from them. Let de weak be dominated, Nighthawk. It is de only vay det they vil ever learn to be strong. At Danger Zone, de weak vil be crushed… du vil see det all of de people who believe det du er walking to your own death-- your own demise-- they vere right. Hven jeg crush you, Nighthawk, jeg am going to give du de opportunity det du robbed away from everybody else: jeg am going to give du de opportunity to stand. On your own two feet.
Og du vil realize…
Det jeg…
Vil…
Persevere.”
Back over to Loki sitting beside who has been revealed as the Aztec deity Huehuecoyotl, Loki nods his head in approval. Loki is the first one to get his feet to the surface and pats at his own pockets.
“This sport Ulf is participating in, I hear they take quite seriously in these parts,” says Loki as he retrieves the key to the truck from his pocket and begins to walk toward the driver door.
Huehuecoyotl gets up from the bed of the truck and walks toward the passenger while replying to the Norse trickster, “Yes, yes. The name came up of Nighthawk… I remember my people talking about him. What makes you think Ulf is going to be able to beat him?”
“I always back a winner, Hue.”
Huehuecoyotl chuckles a bit, but ponders as both of them get into their respective seats, “Who are you backing to win the belt everyone fights over?”
Loki shrugs his shoulders momentarily, “It does not matter. However, I would love to see this Angel become the champion… nothing makes me prouder than to watch the fire drain from the eyes of wannabe gods!”
“Are you sure he’s not real?”
Loki hesitates from driving forward and gives Huehuecoyotl a cold stare before breaking out into hysterical laughter, “And they call me the trickster! You’re good! You’re good! Seatbelt!” Loki turns the key to the ignition and the truck speeds away. In the distance, the Heathen Army is seen leaving their scene allowing the bonfire to burn through their absence until it fades on its own. Scene ends.
In the distance is a truck parked, with two individuals sitting on the bed of the truck. One of them appears to be much younger, and has a sinister smile on his face as he looks forward toward the key individual: Ulf Hednir. Ulf was standing outside from the crowd of the Heathen Army, but they have stepped aside to allow their identified leader to walk closer to the bonfire. Beside the first individual is an older fellow.
The older man speaks, “You have a lot of confidence in this young man, Loki…”
Loki’s lips curl upward ever so slightly, and his eyes are fixated on Ulf Hednir and his followers, “You have not seen him in action, Hue. He is brutal, he is powerful, and more importantly… it took me months to break him… but he is ruthless.”
Huehuecoyotl, or Hue as Loki refers to him, turns his attention over to Loki to notice the admiration he has for his pupil. Huehuecoyotl slowly turns his head back to Ulf to try to spot what Loki sees in him. Although he whispers over to Loki, “You said there would be trickery…”
Loki scoffs, “Yes, yes, we will toy with people trying to cross the border later!”
Back at the bonfire, Ulf Hednir is pacing around the bonfire; he snarls a bit before adjusting to a smirk as he looks around him at his followers. His Heathen Army. His voice carries over the sound of the drumming, enticing them to continue despite him beginning to speak.
“Dere have alt done well! Dere ha enticed fear into de hearts…” Ulf pounds his hand against his heart, “Into de minds!” Ulf taps a finger against his skull, “Of every wrestler det is on de roster! Every wrestler aspiring to join de ranks of de Imperial Wrestling Federation! They have ALL had second thoughts because they know-- they know det jeg, they know det de Heathen Army vil crush any opposition det stands in front of us!”
Several of the Heathen Army members clap for the words from their leader, but quickly regain composure and continue the rhythmic drumming.
“Nighthawk thinks det he is different from anybody else. He thinks det he can march into Danger Zone with some bold statements… telling de world how he has been pushed by de likes of Alex Jones, Spike Kane, Jake Convay,” Ulf speaks in a mocking tone at the mentioning of the last name, “But hvat he does not seem to realize is det jeg er not any of disse men! Jeg am not Alex Jones! Jeg am not Spike Kane! Jeg am not Jake Convay! Jeg er Ulf Hednir-- og jeg vil prove by Danger Zone det jeg er mer farlig enn any of de men det du ha ever stepped foot into de ring with.”
Ulf stops pacing, and draws in a deep breath. He sneers while turning toward the fire, and resuming his speech a bit more collected.
“Du talk a lot, Nighthawk. Du talk too much, jeg think. Og du see hvat du wish to see! Og så du insult me? Hvor is de truth? Hvor is your words? Du call me a bully, but hvat did jeg do to really bully? Jeg enticed a fight. Jeg showed de world det Ulf Hednir would not disappear just as quickly as he arrived! And then du gråte hven jeg go after du because you are with children-- de children are innocent, and jeg would never harm them. Det is why jeg said det they could leave. For someone who talks so much about truth du seem to be so blinded by your own perception! Jeg did not have to let those children leave! But jeg never intended to hurt du in front of them-- but du do not see hvat it is det jeg am trying to accomplish. Jeg ha min own goals, bird. And alt du ha been doing since jeg came back to de IWF has been getting in min vay!
Hvat about min goals? Hvat about min dreams? My ambitions?”
Ulf places his hand to his chest and shakes his head in disapproval of the way that Nighthawk has spoke of him, and even the way he has treated him. He sneers at the thought of his name.
“Du talk about code, about hvat my people stand for, but de truth is du do not know hvat my people stand for! Hvat? Du know Astrid? Du think det she represents all of my people? Jeg ha told du my goal since signing min contract with de IWF: become de youngest Imperial Champion in history! Courage! Jeg face my fear, and defend min kin from all dangers! Jeg protect my family-- fire (four) months of me being at home proved det. Discipline! Jeg do hvat is necessary of MIN own accord! Du got in min path? Jeg did hvat jeg had to do to to get du out of min vay, and du did not listen; now jeg vil continue to do hvat jeg ha to do to get du out of min vay! Honor: jeg vil honor my ancestors, and my people by ascending de ranks of de IWF.”
Ulf chuckles.
“Jeg must admit det jeg ha been en little away from hospitality…”
He shakes his head a few times, but continues.
“Industriousness-- jeg do take joy in min work, Nighthawk. As du ha seen, jeg hold nothing back… jeg vil hold nothing back… Self-Reliance. Gjør du really think det jeg need the Heathen Army to have my back? THEY chose to have min back! Hvorfor? Because THEY believe in me! Because THEY know det jeg am going to do exactly hvat it is jeg set out to do! Truth! Hven ha jeg lied? Hven Danger Zone comes, jeg er going to defeat du, og du er going to realize det not. One. Lie. Vil escape these lips. Fidelity: du are neither friend nor family, therefore jeg do not owe a service to du.
Lastly…
Perseverance. Perseverance!”
Ulf paces again around the fire, and repeats the word a few times.
“Perseverance! Perseverance, Nighthawk! Det is de code det jeg er going to focus on because jeg ha already laid out my goal to you: youngest Imperial Champion in de history of de IWF! De only vay det jeg can make det happen is by doing hvat it is det jeg am doing! Making a name for myself! Hven Angel… hven Andrew… hven they look to see who it is det should be next in line for de Imperial Championship, they er going to see one name! Og it vil be mine! Jeg must persevere against de likes of du… against someone villing to get in de vay of another man’s goal… and jeg must bury du. Jeg must send a message to du. Det message, it must carry on to de entire IWF! Det vay they alt know who it is det vil be in front of them. Jeg told de world, Nighthawk, de entire world hven jeg returned to de IWF det jeg vas going to come after de Imperial Championship! Now, du dare compare your own code against mine?
Perseverance, Nighthawk. Du vil not stop me from capturing de Imperial Championship. Du vil not get in min vay.
There is another part of de code among warriors det du must be villing to accept. Det code is det each man carries his own weight! Hven jeg attacked them jeg ha actually done it as a means det did not go in min favor: two against one. Tre against one. De list goes on and on, Nighthawk! Jeg did nothing dishonorable! De warriors code: fight deres own battles. Du interfered with det. Du made them look weak, whereas jeg gave them opportunity to appear strong! To take de beating det jeg ha offered! And at de end of de day, they would stand on their own two feet and continue fighting…
But du took det away from them. Let de weak be dominated, Nighthawk. It is de only vay det they vil ever learn to be strong. At Danger Zone, de weak vil be crushed… du vil see det all of de people who believe det du er walking to your own death-- your own demise-- they vere right. Hven jeg crush you, Nighthawk, jeg am going to give du de opportunity det du robbed away from everybody else: jeg am going to give du de opportunity to stand. On your own two feet.
Og du vil realize…
Det jeg…
Vil…
Persevere.”
Back over to Loki sitting beside who has been revealed as the Aztec deity Huehuecoyotl, Loki nods his head in approval. Loki is the first one to get his feet to the surface and pats at his own pockets.
“This sport Ulf is participating in, I hear they take quite seriously in these parts,” says Loki as he retrieves the key to the truck from his pocket and begins to walk toward the driver door.
Huehuecoyotl gets up from the bed of the truck and walks toward the passenger while replying to the Norse trickster, “Yes, yes. The name came up of Nighthawk… I remember my people talking about him. What makes you think Ulf is going to be able to beat him?”
“I always back a winner, Hue.”
Huehuecoyotl chuckles a bit, but ponders as both of them get into their respective seats, “Who are you backing to win the belt everyone fights over?”
Loki shrugs his shoulders momentarily, “It does not matter. However, I would love to see this Angel become the champion… nothing makes me prouder than to watch the fire drain from the eyes of wannabe gods!”
“Are you sure he’s not real?”
Loki hesitates from driving forward and gives Huehuecoyotl a cold stare before breaking out into hysterical laughter, “And they call me the trickster! You’re good! You’re good! Seatbelt!” Loki turns the key to the ignition and the truck speeds away. In the distance, the Heathen Army is seen leaving their scene allowing the bonfire to burn through their absence until it fades on its own. Scene ends.
Well howdy there pardner.