Post by Ulf Hednir on Apr 23, 2018 1:06:56 GMT
The scene begins on the coastline of Skagerrak inlet in Norway, where Ulf is seen sitting along the rocks that rest on the coastline. The two dogs that belong to Ulf are splashing in the water causing the only disturbance to water that is otherwise undisturbed; they are playing amongst each other. Meanwhile, Ulf has his hands folded in front of him as his eyes look toward the clear sky; mentally preparing for the flight he is about to embark on to reach Los Angeles, California to participate in a battle--a war-- for the newly branded IWF Extreme Championship.
Ikke tvil pĂĄ deg selv.
(Do not doubt yourself.)
The same voice that he heard while climbing Trolltunga entered his mind and Ulf took a deep breath, closing his eyes to allow the voice to penetrate his mind believing that it was the Æsir speaking to him. Which one?
Du er men enn i stand til å være ond. Å være nådeløs. Å være ekstrem.
(You are more than capable of being vicious. To be merciless. To be extreme.)
An even deeper breath came from Ulf Hednir, recalling the err of his ways since he had returned to the IWF… no regret, just a path that he was already weary of. One that made him not feel like him. Ulf shook his head at the thought of returning to that part of his mind. A flash of an image suddenly races through Ulf’s mind: himself. His face is covered in blood, the texture of his skin not visible through the amount of blood present in this image that appeared to him. Despite the blood, he did not appear to be in pain. No anguish. His face was still fierce; as a hardened warrior prepared to battle the next wave of enemies crashing down upon him. The voice returned.
Det er fremtiden du ser. Det er skjebne.
(It is the future that you see. It is destiny.)
Ulf sat completely still, the image of himself still fixed on his mind. The blood covering his face, dripping from his chin as his eyes blazed with an intense fire; he felt as if his eyes laid upon the jötunn, Surtr, whom would be seen on the day of Ragnarök. The image faded in and out within the confines of his mind between himself and Surtr before the voice continued to speak.
Du mĂĄ bruke din sinne.
(You have to use your anger.)
The visions shifted over the course of the past couple of months where Ulf Hednir had allowed his anger to dictate his path… but it was not him who he saw standing there in the vision. The fiery eyes raged with each strike he landed against his prey. The anger, absolute, as he wreaked havoc. This particular vision seemed to carry forth to events that have not yet passed as he saw the banner for Dark Reign hanging on the ring. He had Mjölnir gripped in his hand as he used it with all of his force to crush the hand of Caleb Lockwood. His attention turned to Steve Awesome who fought valiantly by trying to land some rights and lefts but was met with the stiff fist from Ulf Hednir in the maneuver labeled Thor’s Rage. Finally, the vision shifted to Ulf Hednir’s old friend and ally: Jason Sandman… covered in his own blood, but shaking his head to Ulf as if to ask for mercy. Ulf simply shook his head before picking him up into the Blood Eagle before leaving him unconscious in the middle of the ring. The vision finally looked straight at Ulf Hednir; he could see his own face present, but not his eyes… the space where his eyes should be just had fire blazing out of the sockets, and the figure had a demented smile on his face.
Det er styrke i det.
(There is strength in it.)
Ulf shook his head slightly while the visions continued to flood his mind, but no matter what vision he saw, he could not get past the fact that his eyes were not there. A symbol to him: it was not him. It was not who he was. There was truth in what the voice spoke of what would be necessary for him to walk out of Dark Reign as the IWF Extreme Champion: the anger that he would need, the ruthlessness he would have to show, the viciousness. No mercy… that would have to be presented. Not to his enemy. Not to his friend. Not to anyone who stood against him. But how far would be too far? How far did this voice want him to go?
Vis ingen nĂĄde.
(Show no mercy.)
“Exceeding the ordinary, the usual, the expected. Hvat does it mean to be extreme? Hvat does it mean to be extreme in de Imperial Wrestling Federation? Hven jeg think of someone being extreme jeg cannot help but think of a man det vil go to de ring each og every week! Night in, night out! Og be de very best det de IWF may have to offer because hven they step into de ring, de put out nothing but der absolute best! Det is vhy hven jeg think about hvem is de Extreme Champion… det is exactly hvat jeg see.
Caleb Lockwood.
De member of de Pack, de IWF Extreme Champion! Jeg really have no more (w)ords to say about Caleb Lockwood, because nothing has changed min mind… hven du og jeg stepped into de ring dis past uke on Sacrifice, hven jeg pinned du to put Dean Harper og min selv to advance in de Tag Team Invitational: nothing changed min mind.”
Jeg paused for a moment to let de (w)ords sink into his mind… a very talented individual. A very large threat in at Dark Reign.
“De Pack still accepted du into der ranks, og Dean Harper proved to me vhy dere may not be as bad as jeg first believed… du var not a Kane, du var not known as anybody within de ranks of de IWF, but du earned your spot to become one of der members. Du did not have them to earn de Extreme Championship. Du did det by yourself.
But…
Vith det being said, der is no denying de great feeling jeg had hven jeg was able to secure a pin fall victory over du at Sacrifice! It was a victory det jeg not only ønsket, but one det jeg needed. To prove to de world, to prove min familie, to prove to min selv, det jeg can step into this ring! Jeg know det du think less of me… jeg know det du have a score to settle vith me because du still blame me for hurting Dean Harper. Det is fine with me. Jeg vil earn my respekt. Jeg vil earn de championship. Jeg vil show de world det jeg have earned my place!”
Der vas no better opportunity for me to do it enn this uke… this opportunity to capture min first IWF championship. To capture min first championship in de professional wrestling industry! Against Caleb Lockwood, hvem has earned his spot on more enn one occasion. Against Steve Awesome, hvem has become one of de greatest names to step into de ring. A champion hvor enn he stepped foot. Against Jason Sandman, one of min friends.
“Jeg do not consider hvat de possibilities are for hvat could happen against de other men det are stepping into de ring with me… jeg have no hard feelings against Caleb Lockwood, jeg have no hard feelings against Steve Awesome, og jeg still consider Jason Sandman to be one of my friends in de industry. But jeg er focused! Jeg ha one thing on my mind, og det is to gå ute as de brand new IWF Extreme Champion!
Jeg ha told de world det jeg ville be Heir to de Throne, og jeg vas not able to do it.
Jeg ha told de world det jeg ville vin de Roulette, og jeg vas not able to do it.
Jeg ha told de world a lot of things det jeg vas not able to do… dis. Vil. Not. Be. One of dem.
All of us er marching down to de ring dis Sunday to show de world just how extreme all of us can be… to show de world hvat it means to be extreme. To go beyond de lengths det standard men are able to go! Hven everybody is going to count us out… vi vil all get up. De moment det any of us think to count the other ute: vi ha lost.
Jason Sandman has proven time after time how extreme he is capable of going within de industry. Steve Awesome has shown de world many times over how extreme he may be by conquering de top of de mountain everywhere he went, og hven people count him out: he proves dem wrong! Caleb Lockwood has been able to prove himself as extreme by conquering the IWF Extreme Championship!
Og min selv? Hvordan did jeg prove min selv? In all honesty, Caleb Lockwood said it himself… jeg have not proven min selv. Jeg came in third place in de Roulette. Jeg did not make it far in Heir to de Throne. Hvat else have jeg done to prove det jeg should vin? Jeg cannot say anything det jeg ha done… but all jeg know is det dis match, dis belt, it does mean any less to me enn anything else! Jeg vil prove min selv dis søndag. Jeg vil gå ute as de IWF Extreme Champion.
Og let any hvem doubt me: fight me.
Skål!”
Ulf closed his eyes seemingly for a moment before reopening them, and finding himself sitting on the cliff of a mountain. It was one that he had never been to, and he blinked his eyes several times as if to try to bring him back to reality… but he was stuck in this realm. The clouds had blotted out the sun making the realm he was in seem gloomier. Standing behind Ulf Hednir was a large man with long red hair, and a beard to match; he held a hammer in his hand that sparked with lightning. Even his eyes, much like Ulf from the vision, were empty; although his eyes were not filled with fire, but rather with lightning.
Ulf sensed the presence of this figure and glanced over his shoulder to see the man towering over him. Ulf immediately knew upon his eyes landing on the man, and he quickly turned to face him but did not kneel; rather, he stood… his breath was heavy, but he tried to show no fear to the being. He struggled to keep eye contact with him for very long but the man spoke.
“No fear,” the figure said, his voice booming similar to thunder rolling throughout the sky, “I was not supposed to reveal myself to you, Ulf, but I could not help when I saw the conflict you have had…”
“Hva… Hvat conflict?” Ulf spoke as if to be in denial, but the man seemed unphased despite the denial.
“The conflict you have stepping into the ring. You recognize the mistakes that you made, and people are going to judge you for your mistakes… people already have… but why should you worry about them? They are asking you to take a step back. They are asking you to show the world what it means to be extreme!” his voice continued to roar through the sky, even louder at the mentioning of the attitude and mentality Ulf must find for himself: the extreme nature.
“This is your chance, Ulf. I should not have summoned you here: you cannot stay long. It is a competition so just keep your mind on one thing: when the competition begins… all bets are off… any man who stands against you is part of that competition, and you will do what you must to win. Slåss, Ulf. Slåss. Ære. Respekt. Men når konkurransen begynner, vis ingen nåde.”
Before Ulf could say another word, a strike of lightning hits the man and Ulf blinks his eyes before re-emerging in what would best be described as the real world. The dogs belonging to Ulf suddenly creep up the rocks toward him; Ulf’s eyes continue to look away seeming to be in a zone on his own… the dogs both creep further, but only one of them lunges forward and touches their damp nose against his cheek bringing his attention back to the reality surrounding him. The company of his canine companions brings a smile to his face and he gently pets both of the dogs who lean in for further attention.
“Komme. Av til bestemor...” Ulf says while standing up. He steps carefully over the rocks and pats his leg to gesture for the canines to follow, and they do, the trio retreating away from the water and back to the vehicle. The scene ends.
Ikke tvil pĂĄ deg selv.
(Do not doubt yourself.)
The same voice that he heard while climbing Trolltunga entered his mind and Ulf took a deep breath, closing his eyes to allow the voice to penetrate his mind believing that it was the Æsir speaking to him. Which one?
Du er men enn i stand til å være ond. Å være nådeløs. Å være ekstrem.
(You are more than capable of being vicious. To be merciless. To be extreme.)
An even deeper breath came from Ulf Hednir, recalling the err of his ways since he had returned to the IWF… no regret, just a path that he was already weary of. One that made him not feel like him. Ulf shook his head at the thought of returning to that part of his mind. A flash of an image suddenly races through Ulf’s mind: himself. His face is covered in blood, the texture of his skin not visible through the amount of blood present in this image that appeared to him. Despite the blood, he did not appear to be in pain. No anguish. His face was still fierce; as a hardened warrior prepared to battle the next wave of enemies crashing down upon him. The voice returned.
Det er fremtiden du ser. Det er skjebne.
(It is the future that you see. It is destiny.)
Ulf sat completely still, the image of himself still fixed on his mind. The blood covering his face, dripping from his chin as his eyes blazed with an intense fire; he felt as if his eyes laid upon the jötunn, Surtr, whom would be seen on the day of Ragnarök. The image faded in and out within the confines of his mind between himself and Surtr before the voice continued to speak.
Du mĂĄ bruke din sinne.
(You have to use your anger.)
The visions shifted over the course of the past couple of months where Ulf Hednir had allowed his anger to dictate his path… but it was not him who he saw standing there in the vision. The fiery eyes raged with each strike he landed against his prey. The anger, absolute, as he wreaked havoc. This particular vision seemed to carry forth to events that have not yet passed as he saw the banner for Dark Reign hanging on the ring. He had Mjölnir gripped in his hand as he used it with all of his force to crush the hand of Caleb Lockwood. His attention turned to Steve Awesome who fought valiantly by trying to land some rights and lefts but was met with the stiff fist from Ulf Hednir in the maneuver labeled Thor’s Rage. Finally, the vision shifted to Ulf Hednir’s old friend and ally: Jason Sandman… covered in his own blood, but shaking his head to Ulf as if to ask for mercy. Ulf simply shook his head before picking him up into the Blood Eagle before leaving him unconscious in the middle of the ring. The vision finally looked straight at Ulf Hednir; he could see his own face present, but not his eyes… the space where his eyes should be just had fire blazing out of the sockets, and the figure had a demented smile on his face.
Det er styrke i det.
(There is strength in it.)
Ulf shook his head slightly while the visions continued to flood his mind, but no matter what vision he saw, he could not get past the fact that his eyes were not there. A symbol to him: it was not him. It was not who he was. There was truth in what the voice spoke of what would be necessary for him to walk out of Dark Reign as the IWF Extreme Champion: the anger that he would need, the ruthlessness he would have to show, the viciousness. No mercy… that would have to be presented. Not to his enemy. Not to his friend. Not to anyone who stood against him. But how far would be too far? How far did this voice want him to go?
Vis ingen nĂĄde.
(Show no mercy.)
“Exceeding the ordinary, the usual, the expected. Hvat does it mean to be extreme? Hvat does it mean to be extreme in de Imperial Wrestling Federation? Hven jeg think of someone being extreme jeg cannot help but think of a man det vil go to de ring each og every week! Night in, night out! Og be de very best det de IWF may have to offer because hven they step into de ring, de put out nothing but der absolute best! Det is vhy hven jeg think about hvem is de Extreme Champion… det is exactly hvat jeg see.
Caleb Lockwood.
De member of de Pack, de IWF Extreme Champion! Jeg really have no more (w)ords to say about Caleb Lockwood, because nothing has changed min mind… hven du og jeg stepped into de ring dis past uke on Sacrifice, hven jeg pinned du to put Dean Harper og min selv to advance in de Tag Team Invitational: nothing changed min mind.”
Jeg paused for a moment to let de (w)ords sink into his mind… a very talented individual. A very large threat in at Dark Reign.
“De Pack still accepted du into der ranks, og Dean Harper proved to me vhy dere may not be as bad as jeg first believed… du var not a Kane, du var not known as anybody within de ranks of de IWF, but du earned your spot to become one of der members. Du did not have them to earn de Extreme Championship. Du did det by yourself.
But…
Vith det being said, der is no denying de great feeling jeg had hven jeg was able to secure a pin fall victory over du at Sacrifice! It was a victory det jeg not only ønsket, but one det jeg needed. To prove to de world, to prove min familie, to prove to min selv, det jeg can step into this ring! Jeg know det du think less of me… jeg know det du have a score to settle vith me because du still blame me for hurting Dean Harper. Det is fine with me. Jeg vil earn my respekt. Jeg vil earn de championship. Jeg vil show de world det jeg have earned my place!”
Der vas no better opportunity for me to do it enn this uke… this opportunity to capture min first IWF championship. To capture min first championship in de professional wrestling industry! Against Caleb Lockwood, hvem has earned his spot on more enn one occasion. Against Steve Awesome, hvem has become one of de greatest names to step into de ring. A champion hvor enn he stepped foot. Against Jason Sandman, one of min friends.
“Jeg do not consider hvat de possibilities are for hvat could happen against de other men det are stepping into de ring with me… jeg have no hard feelings against Caleb Lockwood, jeg have no hard feelings against Steve Awesome, og jeg still consider Jason Sandman to be one of my friends in de industry. But jeg er focused! Jeg ha one thing on my mind, og det is to gå ute as de brand new IWF Extreme Champion!
Jeg ha told de world det jeg ville be Heir to de Throne, og jeg vas not able to do it.
Jeg ha told de world det jeg ville vin de Roulette, og jeg vas not able to do it.
Jeg ha told de world a lot of things det jeg vas not able to do… dis. Vil. Not. Be. One of dem.
All of us er marching down to de ring dis Sunday to show de world just how extreme all of us can be… to show de world hvat it means to be extreme. To go beyond de lengths det standard men are able to go! Hven everybody is going to count us out… vi vil all get up. De moment det any of us think to count the other ute: vi ha lost.
Jason Sandman has proven time after time how extreme he is capable of going within de industry. Steve Awesome has shown de world many times over how extreme he may be by conquering de top of de mountain everywhere he went, og hven people count him out: he proves dem wrong! Caleb Lockwood has been able to prove himself as extreme by conquering the IWF Extreme Championship!
Og min selv? Hvordan did jeg prove min selv? In all honesty, Caleb Lockwood said it himself… jeg have not proven min selv. Jeg came in third place in de Roulette. Jeg did not make it far in Heir to de Throne. Hvat else have jeg done to prove det jeg should vin? Jeg cannot say anything det jeg ha done… but all jeg know is det dis match, dis belt, it does mean any less to me enn anything else! Jeg vil prove min selv dis søndag. Jeg vil gå ute as de IWF Extreme Champion.
Og let any hvem doubt me: fight me.
Skål!”
Ulf closed his eyes seemingly for a moment before reopening them, and finding himself sitting on the cliff of a mountain. It was one that he had never been to, and he blinked his eyes several times as if to try to bring him back to reality… but he was stuck in this realm. The clouds had blotted out the sun making the realm he was in seem gloomier. Standing behind Ulf Hednir was a large man with long red hair, and a beard to match; he held a hammer in his hand that sparked with lightning. Even his eyes, much like Ulf from the vision, were empty; although his eyes were not filled with fire, but rather with lightning.
Ulf sensed the presence of this figure and glanced over his shoulder to see the man towering over him. Ulf immediately knew upon his eyes landing on the man, and he quickly turned to face him but did not kneel; rather, he stood… his breath was heavy, but he tried to show no fear to the being. He struggled to keep eye contact with him for very long but the man spoke.
“No fear,” the figure said, his voice booming similar to thunder rolling throughout the sky, “I was not supposed to reveal myself to you, Ulf, but I could not help when I saw the conflict you have had…”
“Hva… Hvat conflict?” Ulf spoke as if to be in denial, but the man seemed unphased despite the denial.
“The conflict you have stepping into the ring. You recognize the mistakes that you made, and people are going to judge you for your mistakes… people already have… but why should you worry about them? They are asking you to take a step back. They are asking you to show the world what it means to be extreme!” his voice continued to roar through the sky, even louder at the mentioning of the attitude and mentality Ulf must find for himself: the extreme nature.
“This is your chance, Ulf. I should not have summoned you here: you cannot stay long. It is a competition so just keep your mind on one thing: when the competition begins… all bets are off… any man who stands against you is part of that competition, and you will do what you must to win. Slåss, Ulf. Slåss. Ære. Respekt. Men når konkurransen begynner, vis ingen nåde.”
Before Ulf could say another word, a strike of lightning hits the man and Ulf blinks his eyes before re-emerging in what would best be described as the real world. The dogs belonging to Ulf suddenly creep up the rocks toward him; Ulf’s eyes continue to look away seeming to be in a zone on his own… the dogs both creep further, but only one of them lunges forward and touches their damp nose against his cheek bringing his attention back to the reality surrounding him. The company of his canine companions brings a smile to his face and he gently pets both of the dogs who lean in for further attention.
“Komme. Av til bestemor...” Ulf says while standing up. He steps carefully over the rocks and pats his leg to gesture for the canines to follow, and they do, the trio retreating away from the water and back to the vehicle. The scene ends.
Well howdy there pardner.