Post by Ulf Hednir on Mar 20, 2023 2:23:39 GMT
Inside of the tavern, it becomes difficult to focus on any single conversation. The familiar faces that are littering the tavern are easily recognized as the patrons of the IWF: you see the likes of Dean Harper, Pax Stormcrow, JC Keeton, Angel Blake, Roberto Verona, Stephen Terrella, and everyone else on the roster. Each party is trying to talk over the other, each party is trying to have their own conversation, and it just is a sea of overlapping voices.
The tavern door suddenly flings open, causing everyone to turn their attention to the doorway…the wanderer has arrived. Because of the lighting of the tavern, it is impossible to see the wanderer’s face, but they take one large bold step to enter the premises, and they visibly gaze over everyone in the tavern. A couple of their jaws drop as they realize who it is that is standing before them. The wanderer continues exchanging glances with everyone until he finally reaches the bar, and he sniffles. Standing on the other end of the bar is none other than Denzel Porter who is nodding his head enthusiastically when he sees the wanderer in front of him.
“Good to have you back.” Denzel says.
Denzel fills a tankard with beer, and slides it down the bar and towards the wanderer, who in turn stretches his arm forward to stop the tankard in front of him.
Some of the foam from the beer splatters onto the oak surface, and the wanderer raises the tankard to down the drink with one gulp! In doing so, his hood falls backward… beside the wanderer is Sabin, or Wraith, the former IWF Men’s World Champion, who sports a smirk with those dark eyes that illustrate the idea that it could be Wraith seeing one of their greatest foes standing before them. When the shot fixates on the star, it is unveiled to be none other than the former IWF World Television Champion, and former IWF Men’s World Champion, Ulf Hednir!
The majority of the people throughout the tavern, even if they do not like him, stare at him with respect and admiration. One of the most dominant superstars that IWF had seen in recent years, a man that had put the IWF World Television Championship on the map as the title to have in twenty-twenty-one.
“Hvem ventet du?” Ulf shouts the rhetorical question.
A war cry breaks out amongst everyone within the confines of the tavern as they raise their fists to ensue with a brawl! Before any fighting does actually commence, the scenery does fade to black, but smoke begins to fill the screen, spelling out a specific message.
King Ulf Will Return At High Stakes!
The scenery shifts to an empty room. Ulf Hednir sits upon a stool in the center of the room, with his hands clasped together whilst waiting for the camera to venture ever closer to the Norseman… and as it does, his bold voice breaks the silence.
“Jeg did hva jeg said jeg was going to do,” Ulf says, rubbing his palms together, and raises his head, “Jeg captured de IWF World Championship when nei en thought det jeg could do it! Jeg defended it against some of de best det de company had ever seen; Robeto Verona… people thought det jeg was going to be a paper champion and lose in my first defense to Roberto Verona, hvem was riding an absolute high after becoming Heir to de Throne! Jeg defeated him. Dean Harper og Warren Kane; people thought that there was no chance for me to walk ute with de World Championship… JEG! DEFEATED! THEM!”
Ulf takes a momentary pause. He nods, and bares his teeth like a wolf baring its fangs, savoring the prey in front of it. He licks his lips, and hunches forward, and then resumes, “There were many people… MANY… PEOPLE… who did not think det jeg ville ever call min selv de World Champion. Many people who thought det jeg was de hot rookie det was never going to make it. De hot rookie det could never make it to de top of de mountain, but jeg proved everybody wrong. Jeg came back from my own hiatus, and jeg became de most dominant Television Champion in de history of de IWF! NEI EN HAS DONE IT BETTER! MANY! Have tried! But as hard as jeg fought, as hard as jeg tried– jeg have not been able to do something… jeg have not been able to win at Night of de Immortals… Jeg was not able to defend min title, and jeg was not able to hold de World Championship all de vei to defend it, or even vinne de Roulette to earn my rematch.”
Ulf hesitates, and snorts out slightly; his gaze does falter from the camera, but he composes himself before continuing, “Det hurt. It hurt det jeg was not able to defend my title at de grandest stage of them all! It hurt det jeg was not able to secure a defense, and instead, had to watch my best friend take my place… had to watch my best friend fall so far, and turn his back on everything that vi stood for! Everything that we fought to preserve! IT! HURT! But disse year is going to be different. Disse year, jeg am going to be de one walking ute as de winner of de Roulette. Jeg am going to be de one walking into Night of de Immortals to challenge for de IWF Men’s World Championship! Jeg am de one det is going to finally have my moment in de sun, my moment at Night of de Immortals! Jeg am going to FINALLY have de vinne on de grandest stage, and in de greatest fashion!”
Ulf begins breathing heavily, feeling fired up for the upcoming competition. His eyes narrow, and he tilts his head to the side.
“Disse year, jeg remind everyone… who… jeg… am. Ulf. Hednir.”
End.
The tavern door suddenly flings open, causing everyone to turn their attention to the doorway…the wanderer has arrived. Because of the lighting of the tavern, it is impossible to see the wanderer’s face, but they take one large bold step to enter the premises, and they visibly gaze over everyone in the tavern. A couple of their jaws drop as they realize who it is that is standing before them. The wanderer continues exchanging glances with everyone until he finally reaches the bar, and he sniffles. Standing on the other end of the bar is none other than Denzel Porter who is nodding his head enthusiastically when he sees the wanderer in front of him.
“Good to have you back.” Denzel says.
Denzel fills a tankard with beer, and slides it down the bar and towards the wanderer, who in turn stretches his arm forward to stop the tankard in front of him.
Some of the foam from the beer splatters onto the oak surface, and the wanderer raises the tankard to down the drink with one gulp! In doing so, his hood falls backward… beside the wanderer is Sabin, or Wraith, the former IWF Men’s World Champion, who sports a smirk with those dark eyes that illustrate the idea that it could be Wraith seeing one of their greatest foes standing before them. When the shot fixates on the star, it is unveiled to be none other than the former IWF World Television Champion, and former IWF Men’s World Champion, Ulf Hednir!
The majority of the people throughout the tavern, even if they do not like him, stare at him with respect and admiration. One of the most dominant superstars that IWF had seen in recent years, a man that had put the IWF World Television Championship on the map as the title to have in twenty-twenty-one.
“Hvem ventet du?” Ulf shouts the rhetorical question.
A war cry breaks out amongst everyone within the confines of the tavern as they raise their fists to ensue with a brawl! Before any fighting does actually commence, the scenery does fade to black, but smoke begins to fill the screen, spelling out a specific message.
King Ulf Will Return At High Stakes!
The scenery shifts to an empty room. Ulf Hednir sits upon a stool in the center of the room, with his hands clasped together whilst waiting for the camera to venture ever closer to the Norseman… and as it does, his bold voice breaks the silence.
“Jeg did hva jeg said jeg was going to do,” Ulf says, rubbing his palms together, and raises his head, “Jeg captured de IWF World Championship when nei en thought det jeg could do it! Jeg defended it against some of de best det de company had ever seen; Robeto Verona… people thought det jeg was going to be a paper champion and lose in my first defense to Roberto Verona, hvem was riding an absolute high after becoming Heir to de Throne! Jeg defeated him. Dean Harper og Warren Kane; people thought that there was no chance for me to walk ute with de World Championship… JEG! DEFEATED! THEM!”
Ulf takes a momentary pause. He nods, and bares his teeth like a wolf baring its fangs, savoring the prey in front of it. He licks his lips, and hunches forward, and then resumes, “There were many people… MANY… PEOPLE… who did not think det jeg ville ever call min selv de World Champion. Many people who thought det jeg was de hot rookie det was never going to make it. De hot rookie det could never make it to de top of de mountain, but jeg proved everybody wrong. Jeg came back from my own hiatus, and jeg became de most dominant Television Champion in de history of de IWF! NEI EN HAS DONE IT BETTER! MANY! Have tried! But as hard as jeg fought, as hard as jeg tried– jeg have not been able to do something… jeg have not been able to win at Night of de Immortals… Jeg was not able to defend min title, and jeg was not able to hold de World Championship all de vei to defend it, or even vinne de Roulette to earn my rematch.”
Ulf hesitates, and snorts out slightly; his gaze does falter from the camera, but he composes himself before continuing, “Det hurt. It hurt det jeg was not able to defend my title at de grandest stage of them all! It hurt det jeg was not able to secure a defense, and instead, had to watch my best friend take my place… had to watch my best friend fall so far, and turn his back on everything that vi stood for! Everything that we fought to preserve! IT! HURT! But disse year is going to be different. Disse year, jeg am going to be de one walking ute as de winner of de Roulette. Jeg am going to be de one walking into Night of de Immortals to challenge for de IWF Men’s World Championship! Jeg am de one det is going to finally have my moment in de sun, my moment at Night of de Immortals! Jeg am going to FINALLY have de vinne on de grandest stage, and in de greatest fashion!”
Ulf begins breathing heavily, feeling fired up for the upcoming competition. His eyes narrow, and he tilts his head to the side.
“Disse year, jeg remind everyone… who… jeg… am. Ulf. Hednir.”
End.
Well howdy there pardner.