Post by Ulf Hednir on Mar 14, 2021 1:18:31 GMT
A deep breath is released through the nostrils… the breath is visible, and the camera pans out to see Ulf staring forward. His eyes were bluer than normal. The eyes were filled with determination, and confidence; as if Ulf had already seen the future - as if Ulf had already seen High Stakes, and knew that he was going to walk out as the number one contender for the IWF World Championship. He scrunches his face into a scowl, and snarls at the camera.
“Vi… er…” the first words escaped from behind his lips with a bold tone, “Two. Weeks. Away from High Stakes. Det means det vi ha two weeks before every man on de roster marches down to de ringe. De only truth det is der is det only ONE… person… can gå ute with a shot to fight in de main event for Night of de Immortals.”
Ulf closed his eyes… he inhaled through his nose, deeply, and exhaled just as heavily out through his mouth. The camera panned out. Ulf stood in the middle of the forest during a blizzard. The IWF World Television Championship was worn around his waist, but he wore no shirt. Only a pair of faded jeans tucked into his winter boots. He had his arms hanging at his side. Night of de Immortals… IWF World Championship… dette is de time! Dette is de opportunity! All jeg ha to do is outlast every other jævel det ha de same thought! De same goal! De same dream! Who. Wants. It. Most?
Several seconds passed, and Ulf finally opened his eyes. The fire that matched his eyes every time he walked out to defend the IWF World Television Championship was there, burning just as bright… if not brighter… as he considered what he would have to do to take the Roulette, and become the number one contender. Surtr: bless me. Bless me with din fire.
“Everybody… wants de same thing. Everybody… wants to vinne de Roulette. Hva is it det is going to set me apart? Hva is it det is going to make me de favorite? Hva is it det is going to make everybody else realize det jeg er hva jeg say jeg er… DE BIGGEST THREAT. Ever since jeg returned to de industry, jeg ha been undefeated! Jeg ha marched down to de ring against any og all comers det de IWF has put in front of me! Every! Single! One! Six…” Ulf crosses his arms over his chest, holding up three fingers on each hand. He pauses again, momentarily, as he ponders each match that he had partaken in since returning, “Scott Handsome,” Ulf uncrosses his arms, and holds one finger out, “De Thunderchild,” two fingers up, “Nick Danger,” three fingers up, “Nick Knight OG de Thunderchild…” four fingers up.
Ulf slaps his hand against the plate of the championship around his waist, “OG de night det jeg vant de IWF World Television Championship! SKÅL!” his voice echoed, as he remembered the night that he won his first championship in his professional wrestling career, “J… C… KEETON!” Ulf’s voice boomed with absolute pride over that victory, “One of de toughest jævla’s det jeg ha ever stepped into de ringe with! ONE of de people det is going to take de IWF to de future!” he now had five fingers held up, “Og now… number six… Nick Knight…” Ulf licked his lips, and nodded his head. He took equivalent pride in his victory over Knight on Sacrifice, for the reason he continued with, “Det is de night det jeg silenced all of de naysayers! All of de people det thought de only reason jeg vant de IWF World Television Championship was because der was a third man… de Thunderchild… distracting Nick. Believing det he was de reason det jeg walked ute as de champion! Jeg! Silenced! Dem! Og jeg proved… min selv… as de IWF World Television Champion.”
A smile crept across the face of the champion after re-capping his short history since returning to the IWF. But the excitement that filled him did not permit him to stay silent very long, “Jeg ha been undefeated since jeg returned to de ringe, og none of disse men ha shown det vi should not take dem seriously. All of disse men kan bring de absolute best competition det de IWF has! All of disse men ha made their stand in de IWF!
Hva makes dere think det jeg cannot do de same for de Roulette? Hva make dere think det jeg cannot march ute to de ring og en-etter-en eliminate each man det comes in front of me!” Ulf stomps his way through the snow, and throws an arm forward as if shadow eliminating a participant, “JC Keeton! Borte!” another step, and another shadow elimination, “Dean Harper! Borte!” a third step, and a third shadow elimination, “THUNDERCHILD! BORTE!” Ulf shouted. He stopped, and looked back at the camera.
“Undefeated since my return. IWF World Television Champion. A fighting… champion… og when jeg gå ute of de Roulette as de number one contender, der is nothing det is going to change! Because dette belt,” Ulf taps the belt again, “Dette belt is going NOWHERE!” Ulf raises a hand to point now at the camera; to point at Warren Kane, “Og de IWF World Championship… it is also going to be mine.”
Ulf breathes heavily several times, and chuckles to himself while nodding his head, his voice booming with confidence, and his face beaming with it. Ulf knew that if anyone were able to capture both championships, hold both championships, and defend both championships, it would be him. He tapped his finger against his chest.
“Der er people certain det it is der time… but… all jeg can say is det jeg er going to be so sorry to disappoint dere! It is going to be MY time. Jeg er going to vinne de Roulette. Jeg er going to vinne de championship. Skål!”
Scene ends.
“Vi… er…” the first words escaped from behind his lips with a bold tone, “Two. Weeks. Away from High Stakes. Det means det vi ha two weeks before every man on de roster marches down to de ringe. De only truth det is der is det only ONE… person… can gå ute with a shot to fight in de main event for Night of de Immortals.”
Ulf closed his eyes… he inhaled through his nose, deeply, and exhaled just as heavily out through his mouth. The camera panned out. Ulf stood in the middle of the forest during a blizzard. The IWF World Television Championship was worn around his waist, but he wore no shirt. Only a pair of faded jeans tucked into his winter boots. He had his arms hanging at his side. Night of de Immortals… IWF World Championship… dette is de time! Dette is de opportunity! All jeg ha to do is outlast every other jævel det ha de same thought! De same goal! De same dream! Who. Wants. It. Most?
Several seconds passed, and Ulf finally opened his eyes. The fire that matched his eyes every time he walked out to defend the IWF World Television Championship was there, burning just as bright… if not brighter… as he considered what he would have to do to take the Roulette, and become the number one contender. Surtr: bless me. Bless me with din fire.
“Everybody… wants de same thing. Everybody… wants to vinne de Roulette. Hva is it det is going to set me apart? Hva is it det is going to make me de favorite? Hva is it det is going to make everybody else realize det jeg er hva jeg say jeg er… DE BIGGEST THREAT. Ever since jeg returned to de industry, jeg ha been undefeated! Jeg ha marched down to de ring against any og all comers det de IWF has put in front of me! Every! Single! One! Six…” Ulf crosses his arms over his chest, holding up three fingers on each hand. He pauses again, momentarily, as he ponders each match that he had partaken in since returning, “Scott Handsome,” Ulf uncrosses his arms, and holds one finger out, “De Thunderchild,” two fingers up, “Nick Danger,” three fingers up, “Nick Knight OG de Thunderchild…” four fingers up.
Ulf slaps his hand against the plate of the championship around his waist, “OG de night det jeg vant de IWF World Television Championship! SKÅL!” his voice echoed, as he remembered the night that he won his first championship in his professional wrestling career, “J… C… KEETON!” Ulf’s voice boomed with absolute pride over that victory, “One of de toughest jævla’s det jeg ha ever stepped into de ringe with! ONE of de people det is going to take de IWF to de future!” he now had five fingers held up, “Og now… number six… Nick Knight…” Ulf licked his lips, and nodded his head. He took equivalent pride in his victory over Knight on Sacrifice, for the reason he continued with, “Det is de night det jeg silenced all of de naysayers! All of de people det thought de only reason jeg vant de IWF World Television Championship was because der was a third man… de Thunderchild… distracting Nick. Believing det he was de reason det jeg walked ute as de champion! Jeg! Silenced! Dem! Og jeg proved… min selv… as de IWF World Television Champion.”
A smile crept across the face of the champion after re-capping his short history since returning to the IWF. But the excitement that filled him did not permit him to stay silent very long, “Jeg ha been undefeated since jeg returned to de ringe, og none of disse men ha shown det vi should not take dem seriously. All of disse men kan bring de absolute best competition det de IWF has! All of disse men ha made their stand in de IWF!
Hva makes dere think det jeg cannot do de same for de Roulette? Hva make dere think det jeg cannot march ute to de ring og en-etter-en eliminate each man det comes in front of me!” Ulf stomps his way through the snow, and throws an arm forward as if shadow eliminating a participant, “JC Keeton! Borte!” another step, and another shadow elimination, “Dean Harper! Borte!” a third step, and a third shadow elimination, “THUNDERCHILD! BORTE!” Ulf shouted. He stopped, and looked back at the camera.
“Undefeated since my return. IWF World Television Champion. A fighting… champion… og when jeg gå ute of de Roulette as de number one contender, der is nothing det is going to change! Because dette belt,” Ulf taps the belt again, “Dette belt is going NOWHERE!” Ulf raises a hand to point now at the camera; to point at Warren Kane, “Og de IWF World Championship… it is also going to be mine.”
Ulf breathes heavily several times, and chuckles to himself while nodding his head, his voice booming with confidence, and his face beaming with it. Ulf knew that if anyone were able to capture both championships, hold both championships, and defend both championships, it would be him. He tapped his finger against his chest.
“Der er people certain det it is der time… but… all jeg can say is det jeg er going to be so sorry to disappoint dere! It is going to be MY time. Jeg er going to vinne de Roulette. Jeg er going to vinne de championship. Skål!”
Scene ends.
Well howdy there pardner.