Post by Ulf Hednir on Mar 25, 2018 17:34:30 GMT
“Discipline is hvat is going to carry me on to vin de Roulette. Every individual hvem is going to walk into de Roulette has something against another: people have been coming out and putting the big names out there det jeg have mentioned… names such as Spike Kane, names such as Andrew Jacobsen, names such as Mike Laszlo! De big names of de IWF hvem ha already been to de top of de mountain, de ha already captured de IWF World Championship on at least one occasion og er hoping to do something more! De animosity det people are feeling for one another simply because de have accomplished more den another. De animosity people have for each other because of de insult det another person may have directed toward them hven de did not see eye to eye.
Det is where de discipline is going to guide me to vin dis Roulette. Because der is no doubt in min mind det jeg still resent Nighthawk for hvat he tried to tell me de last time vi var going to step into the ring vith each other! Der is de part of me det wants to step into de Roulette og crush his wings. Extract just a little payback,” jeg said, pinching min fingers together.
“Jeg vil put de desire for revenge against Nighthawk aside, just as jeg vil put de desire to crush de people such as Spike Kane og Andrew Jacobsen to send a message to de entire IWF det jeg can step into de ring vith de people det ha been to de top og am more den capable of not just holding my own-- but dominating. If Devlin Raine wants to take de fight to Spike Kane og eliminate him…”
Jeg shrugged my shoulders, knowing det jeg honestly did not care hvem would take de fight, or to hvem som enn.
“Så være det. Jeg vil allow all of min personal vendettas go to de side because jeg do ha one goal, ever since jeg signed my contract vith de IWF: become de youngest World Champion. Be de force to be reckoned with. Be de absolute best! Det is de opportunity det has been granted to me by stepping into de Roulette. De only way jeg can do det is by keeping min discipline.
Now… for a little truth. Jeg ha spent min life looking at everything det jeg ever feared, and conquering it. To de point det jeg claim there to be not a single fear in my mind: jeg am Ulf de Fearless! But it is not one-hundred percent truth: du se, jeg do have a fear… it is not a fear like some have of heights, nor it is a fear of clowns. Jeg do not care for dem, which is why jeg vas so happy to beat Mr. Happy in min first match, but det is irrelevant.
Nei!
Min fear is not living up to de promises det jeg ha made. Min fear is not achieving the fame det jeg know jeg can achieve. Min fear is not capitalizing on de opportunities presented to me… min fear is not accomplishing my dreams, or min goals. Min frykt is being nothing! Det is why jeg persevere, det is why jeg maintain in discipline, det is why jeg know jeg must be self-reliant and honest vith min selv. All to conquer min fears, to be courageous.
No matter hvat is said about any of us, der is a truth: vi ha all taken one of de hardest roads det vi could imagine. The road to achieve our goals and dreams is difficult… it is dangerous… but still, vi all gå down to de ring each og every week to achieve the goals det vi ha set for ourselves! Some of us crumble along de vei. Others succeed. Succeed like Andrew Jacobsen; succeed like Spike Kane; succeed like God. All of us stepping into de Roulette, or even those under contract vith de IWF continue to show courage to pursue our goals down this treacherous path.
But jeg ha some bad news…
De path is treacherous. And vi all have been courageous, but now it is time for a little truth: much like all of dere, jeg seek to walk out as de vinner of de Roulette. Only one… one of us vil be able to walk out vith our arm raised as de vinner. To walk out with our chance to go to A Night to Remember og face God for de IWF World Championship! Hvem vil be de one?
It vil be me! Du se, jeg recognize det der are a number of people more den capable of walking out into de Roulette and vinning de entire thing… jeg know det der are people just trying to make a name for themselves on this one night. People looking to break out of the shadows det de ha cast over themselves. All of us: beaming with confidence. Beaming with pride. Under de impression det all of us are destined to be de one! But jeg said it before, and jeg vil say it again:
All of dere er focusing on destiny!
All of dere er focusing on fate!
Dere er relying on de Norns to tell dere how everything is going to come to pass, and de truth is det even if they are not on your side: jeg do not care. From day one, jeg said det jeg would fight the Norns to secure my own fate if jeg must-- and det is exactly hvat jeg vil do. Jeg vil vin because jeg vil force myself to vin! Because jeg am not relying on superstition!
Dere kan focus on all the superstition you want. Tell de world how it is your time.
Meanwhile...
Jeg vil make it my time!
Vi ha the age of gods around us… now it is time for dem to recognize det de are false. It is time for de son of Thor to ascend! It is time for me to turn my dreams to reality! It all starts dis Sunday: it all starts at High Stakes. It all starts by vinning de Roulette!
The scene goes to the training facility where Ulf Hednir has his arms crossed against the top rope as he leans against it; Locke Keyes has walked into the training facility with a slightly confused look on his face as he speaks toward his pupil, “Shouldn’t you be tossing around a few of your lackies? You are going to be going into the Roulette…”
Ulf just smiles and shakes his head to Locke, as he remains lost in thought. The Heathen Army was not even present for this particular night during his training. Locke stepped toward the ring on the side closest to Ulf, who has not moved but answers Locke.
“Hvat is de point? De Heathen Army is no replacement for de competition det vil walk into de Roulette… just… have to focus.”
“One of the smartest things I have heard you say,” Locke said with a smirk, “The best… hungriest… players in the Imperial Wrestling Federation are walking into the Roulette, and they all have the same thing on mind: winning. What is going to set you apart? What is going to put you above the rest? Why should I believe that you are more capable than anybody else of winning the Roulette? Do not focus on Mister Blake! Focus on the people in the Roulette! What is going to permit you to defeat them?”
Ulf had no answer for Locke… it did not stop him from smirking to himself while thinking of his own answer, and Locke could not keep the smirk from leaving his own face as if he knew what Ulf was going to say before he had said it.
“Because… jeg sa det.”
“That is not an answer,” replied Locke with no hesitation, and a scowl on his face toward his pupil for him not seeming to be as serious with finding a sound answer for why he should be the one to walk out as the winner of the Roulette. Ulf sighed and walked away from the ropes back toward the center of the ring.
“It is de only answer det jeg har! Do you not think det jeg know the competition is going to be the toughest jeg ever fought? Do you not think det jeg already know det these people have the same thing on their minds that jeg har on mine? Jeg feel ready. Jeg feel prepared. Determined.”
Locke kept his eyes on Ulf, but the tension eased. Locke had only wanted to help Ulf live his dreams-- accomplish his goals-- Ulf knew the truth of stepping into the Roulette, Ulf knew that it would be no easy task. The tension leaving Locke’s eyes was his understanding that Ulf knew the truth of what it meant to step into the Roulette, and what he would have to do to win.
“Do not hesitate. Do not stray… do not be too ambitious… your goal, your focus, is to win. There are no friends! There are no enemies! There are only those that stand in your way… and if any opportunity comes for them to be removed: you let them be removed.”
Ulf turns his attention back to Locke.
“Ja. Nothing vil stop me from my focus being on vinning de Roulette… og den: jeg can conquer dis man who proclaims himself as a God...” Ulf scoffs at the thought of Angel being a God, but Locke smirks back at him.
“Do not be so sure he’s not.”
Det is where de discipline is going to guide me to vin dis Roulette. Because der is no doubt in min mind det jeg still resent Nighthawk for hvat he tried to tell me de last time vi var going to step into the ring vith each other! Der is de part of me det wants to step into de Roulette og crush his wings. Extract just a little payback,” jeg said, pinching min fingers together.
“Jeg vil put de desire for revenge against Nighthawk aside, just as jeg vil put de desire to crush de people such as Spike Kane og Andrew Jacobsen to send a message to de entire IWF det jeg can step into de ring vith de people det ha been to de top og am more den capable of not just holding my own-- but dominating. If Devlin Raine wants to take de fight to Spike Kane og eliminate him…”
Jeg shrugged my shoulders, knowing det jeg honestly did not care hvem would take de fight, or to hvem som enn.
“Så være det. Jeg vil allow all of min personal vendettas go to de side because jeg do ha one goal, ever since jeg signed my contract vith de IWF: become de youngest World Champion. Be de force to be reckoned with. Be de absolute best! Det is de opportunity det has been granted to me by stepping into de Roulette. De only way jeg can do det is by keeping min discipline.
Now… for a little truth. Jeg ha spent min life looking at everything det jeg ever feared, and conquering it. To de point det jeg claim there to be not a single fear in my mind: jeg am Ulf de Fearless! But it is not one-hundred percent truth: du se, jeg do have a fear… it is not a fear like some have of heights, nor it is a fear of clowns. Jeg do not care for dem, which is why jeg vas so happy to beat Mr. Happy in min first match, but det is irrelevant.
Nei!
Min fear is not living up to de promises det jeg ha made. Min fear is not achieving the fame det jeg know jeg can achieve. Min fear is not capitalizing on de opportunities presented to me… min fear is not accomplishing my dreams, or min goals. Min frykt is being nothing! Det is why jeg persevere, det is why jeg maintain in discipline, det is why jeg know jeg must be self-reliant and honest vith min selv. All to conquer min fears, to be courageous.
No matter hvat is said about any of us, der is a truth: vi ha all taken one of de hardest roads det vi could imagine. The road to achieve our goals and dreams is difficult… it is dangerous… but still, vi all gå down to de ring each og every week to achieve the goals det vi ha set for ourselves! Some of us crumble along de vei. Others succeed. Succeed like Andrew Jacobsen; succeed like Spike Kane; succeed like God. All of us stepping into de Roulette, or even those under contract vith de IWF continue to show courage to pursue our goals down this treacherous path.
But jeg ha some bad news…
De path is treacherous. And vi all have been courageous, but now it is time for a little truth: much like all of dere, jeg seek to walk out as de vinner of de Roulette. Only one… one of us vil be able to walk out vith our arm raised as de vinner. To walk out with our chance to go to A Night to Remember og face God for de IWF World Championship! Hvem vil be de one?
It vil be me! Du se, jeg recognize det der are a number of people more den capable of walking out into de Roulette and vinning de entire thing… jeg know det der are people just trying to make a name for themselves on this one night. People looking to break out of the shadows det de ha cast over themselves. All of us: beaming with confidence. Beaming with pride. Under de impression det all of us are destined to be de one! But jeg said it before, and jeg vil say it again:
All of dere er focusing on destiny!
All of dere er focusing on fate!
Dere er relying on de Norns to tell dere how everything is going to come to pass, and de truth is det even if they are not on your side: jeg do not care. From day one, jeg said det jeg would fight the Norns to secure my own fate if jeg must-- and det is exactly hvat jeg vil do. Jeg vil vin because jeg vil force myself to vin! Because jeg am not relying on superstition!
Dere kan focus on all the superstition you want. Tell de world how it is your time.
Meanwhile...
Jeg vil make it my time!
Vi ha the age of gods around us… now it is time for dem to recognize det de are false. It is time for de son of Thor to ascend! It is time for me to turn my dreams to reality! It all starts dis Sunday: it all starts at High Stakes. It all starts by vinning de Roulette!
The scene goes to the training facility where Ulf Hednir has his arms crossed against the top rope as he leans against it; Locke Keyes has walked into the training facility with a slightly confused look on his face as he speaks toward his pupil, “Shouldn’t you be tossing around a few of your lackies? You are going to be going into the Roulette…”
Ulf just smiles and shakes his head to Locke, as he remains lost in thought. The Heathen Army was not even present for this particular night during his training. Locke stepped toward the ring on the side closest to Ulf, who has not moved but answers Locke.
“Hvat is de point? De Heathen Army is no replacement for de competition det vil walk into de Roulette… just… have to focus.”
“One of the smartest things I have heard you say,” Locke said with a smirk, “The best… hungriest… players in the Imperial Wrestling Federation are walking into the Roulette, and they all have the same thing on mind: winning. What is going to set you apart? What is going to put you above the rest? Why should I believe that you are more capable than anybody else of winning the Roulette? Do not focus on Mister Blake! Focus on the people in the Roulette! What is going to permit you to defeat them?”
Ulf had no answer for Locke… it did not stop him from smirking to himself while thinking of his own answer, and Locke could not keep the smirk from leaving his own face as if he knew what Ulf was going to say before he had said it.
“Because… jeg sa det.”
“That is not an answer,” replied Locke with no hesitation, and a scowl on his face toward his pupil for him not seeming to be as serious with finding a sound answer for why he should be the one to walk out as the winner of the Roulette. Ulf sighed and walked away from the ropes back toward the center of the ring.
“It is de only answer det jeg har! Do you not think det jeg know the competition is going to be the toughest jeg ever fought? Do you not think det jeg already know det these people have the same thing on their minds that jeg har on mine? Jeg feel ready. Jeg feel prepared. Determined.”
Locke kept his eyes on Ulf, but the tension eased. Locke had only wanted to help Ulf live his dreams-- accomplish his goals-- Ulf knew the truth of stepping into the Roulette, Ulf knew that it would be no easy task. The tension leaving Locke’s eyes was his understanding that Ulf knew the truth of what it meant to step into the Roulette, and what he would have to do to win.
“Do not hesitate. Do not stray… do not be too ambitious… your goal, your focus, is to win. There are no friends! There are no enemies! There are only those that stand in your way… and if any opportunity comes for them to be removed: you let them be removed.”
Ulf turns his attention back to Locke.
“Ja. Nothing vil stop me from my focus being on vinning de Roulette… og den: jeg can conquer dis man who proclaims himself as a God...” Ulf scoffs at the thought of Angel being a God, but Locke smirks back at him.
“Do not be so sure he’s not.”