Post by Ulf Hednir on Mar 19, 2018 1:25:52 GMT
Ulf Hednir stood with a scowl on his face; anger and frustration was building up inside of him after his failure… his failure to defeat Nighthawk. His failure to hold up his partner against Steve Awesome and El Grande Malo. Even his own intent to bring wrath to the roster by getting himself and Derek Brooks disqualified against Devlin Raine and Jayson Matthews. Locke Keyes stood with his hands behind his back as he walked behind Ulf Hednir, who had continued to look forward, and Locke had interrupted the silence with his creeping voice.
“Weakness…” Locke said with disdain, “That is what I am trying to get out of your system, Ulf! Weakness!”
Locke raised his voice with anger toward Ulf, and walked around to his front before getting eye to eye with him. Ulf’s gaze continued to look forward as if a child had just been scorned as he draws in a deep breath, but Locke raises his hand to Ulf’s jaw and forces Ulf to look down at him. Ulf was filled with shock as Locke had the audacity to grab him as he did, but he could not bring himself to speak against him… as if he knew who Locke truly was-- the trickster.
“When you first signed to the IWF, you were outstanding. You commanded the crowd with your greatness, and your power! You were young! Hungry! And a force to be reckoned with! But you had the love of your fans… and now you have grown, Ulf, you have become bitter. You have ruthless.”
Locke turned away from Ulf and took a few steps away from him, but extended an index finger into the air to make a point, “A step in the right direction, mind you,” he stops but does not turn back to Ulf, “But you seem to have lost something during this transition, and that is something that we need to reacquire for you. Because it is what won you each match. It was what allowed you to march down to that ring among your peers and stand out as the brightest of them all… as the future of this company… as the future of this industry…”
A chuckle escapes Locke’s lips, and he turns his head slightly over his shoulder to allow himself to see Ulf just at the corner of his eye.
“You have an opportunity, Ulf. Now that that weakness is behind you: that Philip Burns is behind you. The Council is behind you. You have an opportunity to get yourself back on the right track, but you must do as I say: do not focus too much on the battles that will be ahead of you; focus on the battle that is ahead of you. The Roulette.”
Ulf nodded his head and sneered slightly while the thought of the participants of the Roulette entered his mind. People that have put a cloud of shame over him since his return to the IWF.
“I want you to crush them, Ulf!” Locke’s voice seemed to boom as if his own voice had parted the sky and brought its own thunder much like Thor, but the vengeance and ill intent behind his words were knew only by Loki. Ulf, taller than Locke, seemed to dwarf Locke at this particular moment due to the power that carried through his voice.
“I want you to bring honor to your name!”
Locke took a step toward Ulf.
“I want you to achieve your goals!”
A second step.
“I want you to live your dreams!”
A third step, and continuous steps closing the distance between himself and Ulf again.
“I want them to fear you! I want them to respect you! I want you to be… the… best… that this world has ever had to offer.”
Locke stops again, and Ulf continues standing at attention like one of his own Heathen Army soldiers would do to him. Be the perfect soldier.
“I want you to avenge what has happened to you in this battle to come. Win, Ulf. And should you come across that bird boy: clip his wings.”
Locke folded his hands behind his back and walked away from Ulf, as the scene faded out.
Jeg have one thing set in min mind vhen jeg walk into det ring for de Roulette: vin. Vin! Det is not to say det jeg do not know some of de people det er going to step into de ring for de Roulette with de same intent as me because all of us have that same thing on our minds vhen we march down to de ring…
Destroy any who stand in our paths.
Og der er some talented people det are going to step back into de ring for de Roulette this year. Andrew Jacobsen comes as de first man to my mind because he is the most recent former Imperial Champion! And der is no denying de greatness det he can possess… the vil det he has to step into de ring and put out de very best. The vil he has to keep fighting vhen all of his friends get crushed around him. He is a man det keeps fighting, vith honor!
He won de Roulette last year, so there is no denying det he knows hvat it would take to go through de entire roster og gå vith the shot for the World Championship. Not only did he vin the Roulette: he had one of de most memorable years det any man could ever dream of. He won the World Championship. He defended each og every month! He became de longest reigning champion!
But none of det matters. Because dis is not about Andrew Jacobsen! Dis is not about Nighthawk! Dis is not about any of the individuals who vil gå out to de ring for de biggest match in de Imperial Wrestling Federation throughout de entire year!
Jeg do not care about any of the ambitions det some of these people have. Jeg do not care about hvat Nighthawk thinks det he can accomplish since he has acquired a victory over me; jeg do not care det he is looking to finally rise from de shadows of hvat has been a medicore career. Jeg do not care about Mike Laszlo trying to finally prove det he vas not a “paper” champion og ha not been able to do anything since he lost de belt! Jeg do not care about min former ally in Jason Sandman, or de Blood God known as Spike Kane… jeg most especially do not care about some man who thinks det just because he belongs to a group det calls themselves de Pack means det they are wolves vhen de know nothing of de spirit of a wolf, and de know nothing of the hunger of a wolf!
Jeg er Ulf Hednir!
Jeg er ulven!
Hvat de Roulette is about dis year, no matter how great any of de people are det are stepping into it… de story begins vith Ulf Hednir. De story vil mark de first chapter on min path to show de world det de should not count me out despite the failures det jeg ha recently acquired. In fact… they should all know det hvat they have done was backed de wolf into de corner. Og vhen jeg ha nowhere else to go, it is going to be through all of you!
Jeg vil march down to de ring for de Roulette. And jeg vil gå out as de 2018 winner of de Roulette, og earn my shot to make a name for min selv! It does not matter who stands in front of me: all det matters is who stands at de end.
There vil be one.
And it vil be…
Ulf.
Hednir.
“Weakness…” Locke said with disdain, “That is what I am trying to get out of your system, Ulf! Weakness!”
Locke raised his voice with anger toward Ulf, and walked around to his front before getting eye to eye with him. Ulf’s gaze continued to look forward as if a child had just been scorned as he draws in a deep breath, but Locke raises his hand to Ulf’s jaw and forces Ulf to look down at him. Ulf was filled with shock as Locke had the audacity to grab him as he did, but he could not bring himself to speak against him… as if he knew who Locke truly was-- the trickster.
“When you first signed to the IWF, you were outstanding. You commanded the crowd with your greatness, and your power! You were young! Hungry! And a force to be reckoned with! But you had the love of your fans… and now you have grown, Ulf, you have become bitter. You have ruthless.”
Locke turned away from Ulf and took a few steps away from him, but extended an index finger into the air to make a point, “A step in the right direction, mind you,” he stops but does not turn back to Ulf, “But you seem to have lost something during this transition, and that is something that we need to reacquire for you. Because it is what won you each match. It was what allowed you to march down to that ring among your peers and stand out as the brightest of them all… as the future of this company… as the future of this industry…”
A chuckle escapes Locke’s lips, and he turns his head slightly over his shoulder to allow himself to see Ulf just at the corner of his eye.
“You have an opportunity, Ulf. Now that that weakness is behind you: that Philip Burns is behind you. The Council is behind you. You have an opportunity to get yourself back on the right track, but you must do as I say: do not focus too much on the battles that will be ahead of you; focus on the battle that is ahead of you. The Roulette.”
Ulf nodded his head and sneered slightly while the thought of the participants of the Roulette entered his mind. People that have put a cloud of shame over him since his return to the IWF.
“I want you to crush them, Ulf!” Locke’s voice seemed to boom as if his own voice had parted the sky and brought its own thunder much like Thor, but the vengeance and ill intent behind his words were knew only by Loki. Ulf, taller than Locke, seemed to dwarf Locke at this particular moment due to the power that carried through his voice.
“I want you to bring honor to your name!”
Locke took a step toward Ulf.
“I want you to achieve your goals!”
A second step.
“I want you to live your dreams!”
A third step, and continuous steps closing the distance between himself and Ulf again.
“I want them to fear you! I want them to respect you! I want you to be… the… best… that this world has ever had to offer.”
Locke stops again, and Ulf continues standing at attention like one of his own Heathen Army soldiers would do to him. Be the perfect soldier.
“I want you to avenge what has happened to you in this battle to come. Win, Ulf. And should you come across that bird boy: clip his wings.”
Locke folded his hands behind his back and walked away from Ulf, as the scene faded out.
Jeg have one thing set in min mind vhen jeg walk into det ring for de Roulette: vin. Vin! Det is not to say det jeg do not know some of de people det er going to step into de ring for de Roulette with de same intent as me because all of us have that same thing on our minds vhen we march down to de ring…
Destroy any who stand in our paths.
Og der er some talented people det are going to step back into de ring for de Roulette this year. Andrew Jacobsen comes as de first man to my mind because he is the most recent former Imperial Champion! And der is no denying de greatness det he can possess… the vil det he has to step into de ring and put out de very best. The vil he has to keep fighting vhen all of his friends get crushed around him. He is a man det keeps fighting, vith honor!
He won de Roulette last year, so there is no denying det he knows hvat it would take to go through de entire roster og gå vith the shot for the World Championship. Not only did he vin the Roulette: he had one of de most memorable years det any man could ever dream of. He won the World Championship. He defended each og every month! He became de longest reigning champion!
But none of det matters. Because dis is not about Andrew Jacobsen! Dis is not about Nighthawk! Dis is not about any of the individuals who vil gå out to de ring for de biggest match in de Imperial Wrestling Federation throughout de entire year!
Jeg do not care about any of the ambitions det some of these people have. Jeg do not care about hvat Nighthawk thinks det he can accomplish since he has acquired a victory over me; jeg do not care det he is looking to finally rise from de shadows of hvat has been a medicore career. Jeg do not care about Mike Laszlo trying to finally prove det he vas not a “paper” champion og ha not been able to do anything since he lost de belt! Jeg do not care about min former ally in Jason Sandman, or de Blood God known as Spike Kane… jeg most especially do not care about some man who thinks det just because he belongs to a group det calls themselves de Pack means det they are wolves vhen de know nothing of de spirit of a wolf, and de know nothing of the hunger of a wolf!
Jeg er Ulf Hednir!
Jeg er ulven!
Hvat de Roulette is about dis year, no matter how great any of de people are det are stepping into it… de story begins vith Ulf Hednir. De story vil mark de first chapter on min path to show de world det de should not count me out despite the failures det jeg ha recently acquired. In fact… they should all know det hvat they have done was backed de wolf into de corner. Og vhen jeg ha nowhere else to go, it is going to be through all of you!
Jeg vil march down to de ring for de Roulette. And jeg vil gå out as de 2018 winner of de Roulette, og earn my shot to make a name for min selv! It does not matter who stands in front of me: all det matters is who stands at de end.
There vil be one.
And it vil be…
Ulf.
Hednir.
Well howdy there pardner.