Post by Primal on Oct 8, 2012 8:50:15 GMT -5
[Inside his small one room apartment, Morten is sitting staring at a box he has planted on the table in front of him, slowly he takes a swig of the beer in his hand, sighing to himself as he opens the box and starts looking at its contents.]
A lot of memories stored in here pictures, plagues and letters. All from what seems like a different life, having Matt around brought it all back.
[He grabs an old photo album from the box and starts flipping through it]
Funny how ones hole life can be documented like this, here are all my past accomplishments, title and tournament wins, old group shots, action shots and even some old backstage shots from my NwD days... Damn I was just a young naive kid back then...
[Slowly he puts the album back and gets up and walks over and takes another beer from the fridge before moving over to the only window in the room. Drifting away in thoughts as he gazes out on the blue sky]
But that's all in the past it has been stepping stones to where I am now, a few days away from a title shot.
I've been here before and probably will again, but this time its different.... I already dropped the ball once and I damn well won't let that happen again, that title represents everything I stand for, freedom to do as you please, while giving me the opportunity to take on the best wrestlers this business has to offer
[Again he sighs before taking another sip of his beer. He turns and looks back into the room, then slowly walks over to the table turning around his laptop, where the profile of Christian Carter is up]
To get to where I want to be I have to take him out. I recognize myself in this guy. Hungry for action, battling the demons of the past... but for all his talent and personal strength, he still has one weak spot, his emotions control his battles, he simply cares to much and that will be his downfall...
I feel like I should break out in some kind of evil laughter here...
[He quickly takes a look around, verifying what he already knows, that he is alone, he smiles at himself]
MUHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!
[Someone starts banging on the wall in the neighboring room]
KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!!!!
Uhm sorry Mrs. Neman
I need to find a new place to live
[The big Dane slowly walks over to the kitchen and starts making himself some lunch, as his phone rings]
Yeah hello?... its Morten... Primal yes... in half an hour... ok
well better hurry up then!
[Half an hour later Morten is standing inside a studio at MPW headquarters, getting ready for an interview. He is wearing his usual Primal backstage outfit, a black leather jacket, a red and white hooded shirt and black cargo pants and boots. Although he usually hates this kind of stuff he is in a good mood joking around with some of the camera men before someone gives signal for it all to start and Dennis Brown walks in front of the cameras]
Hello and welcome everybody, my name is Dennis Brown and this is the first episode of my new show MPTalk, where I will try to give you some inside scoops from the MPW stars themselves.
[He looks a bit nervous as he gets some kind of signal from behind the camera, slowly turning around and pointing to a couple of chairs in the back, before nodding as he staggers towards them and sits]
uhm yes uhm... well lets get things started with my first guest uhm uhm like ever uhm Primal
[Dennis stands as the big Dane walks onto the set and right up to the scrawny host staring him straight in the eyes, almost forcing Brown to his knees, before slowly sitting down not taking his eyes of Dennis who crawls back up on his chair]
Uhm yes uhm Hejsan Primal är glad att du kunde komma... See I know a little Danish
[Dennis lights up in a big grin]
That Swedish you idiot, now lets get on with it!
[Browns grin crumbles as the Dane sneers at him]
oh yeas uhom ok uhm... I would like to know a little about the man inside... uhm... the beast... uhm... Primal uhm, so tell us a little about yourself?
[Dennis smiles, but almost instantly turns stiff as Primal sends him an angry glare]
Are kidding me little man? you ask me in here days before a PPV and ask me to tell you a little about myself?
Uhm...yes?
You freaking unbelievable, I told the MPW Nation all they need to know about me inside the squared circle, you go watch a Primal match you'll see a beast unleashed... The same beast that tore through Asia, Europe and most of America. I have held titles, I've dropped titles, so ask me something relevant if you don't want me to stick that camera up where the sun doesn't shine!
[Dennis is cowering in his seat as he looks down on his notes for a question]
Wha..wha...what aaarrrre you thoughts on Christian....
Speak up and get to it!
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON CHRISTIAN CARTER?!!!!
[Primal stares puzzled at Dennis, who blushes]
You don't need to shout I'm sitting right here y'know
[Slowly he turns facing the camera with an intense stare]
As for Christian Carter, he is skilled and talented, but that will not be enough to keep the title. He strife's on pleasing the fans, tumbling around with his little buddy, craving attention. Its an addiction, an addiction he has put instead of his substance abuse.
Trust me Carter I have fought my share of personal demons, but I never just swapped them out. I never needed the fans nor managements approval to seek victory or battle. I don't need to wear that belt, so that I can crave admiration from anyone... I'm going for that belt and title as a manifestation of my freedom!
I will rid MPW of its attention craving and spotlight hungering zombies, I will set them free through pain and humiliation.
Wha... what do you mean?... wh.. who?
[The Dane rises up and walks over staring down at Dennis]
PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!!
[He roars it straight into the face of Dennis who covers in the chair. Suddenly the Dane jumps back]
What the fuck... are you pissing yourself?
[Liquid dribbles from Brown's chair and down on the floor]
Uhm... Uhm...
You disgust me!
[With that the Dane off as the shot focuses in on the embarrassed Dennis Brown still covering in the chair, before it fades to black]
A lot of memories stored in here pictures, plagues and letters. All from what seems like a different life, having Matt around brought it all back.
[He grabs an old photo album from the box and starts flipping through it]
Funny how ones hole life can be documented like this, here are all my past accomplishments, title and tournament wins, old group shots, action shots and even some old backstage shots from my NwD days... Damn I was just a young naive kid back then...
[Slowly he puts the album back and gets up and walks over and takes another beer from the fridge before moving over to the only window in the room. Drifting away in thoughts as he gazes out on the blue sky]
But that's all in the past it has been stepping stones to where I am now, a few days away from a title shot.
I've been here before and probably will again, but this time its different.... I already dropped the ball once and I damn well won't let that happen again, that title represents everything I stand for, freedom to do as you please, while giving me the opportunity to take on the best wrestlers this business has to offer
[Again he sighs before taking another sip of his beer. He turns and looks back into the room, then slowly walks over to the table turning around his laptop, where the profile of Christian Carter is up]
To get to where I want to be I have to take him out. I recognize myself in this guy. Hungry for action, battling the demons of the past... but for all his talent and personal strength, he still has one weak spot, his emotions control his battles, he simply cares to much and that will be his downfall...
I feel like I should break out in some kind of evil laughter here...
[He quickly takes a look around, verifying what he already knows, that he is alone, he smiles at himself]
MUHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!
[Someone starts banging on the wall in the neighboring room]
KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!!!!
Uhm sorry Mrs. Neman
I need to find a new place to live
[The big Dane slowly walks over to the kitchen and starts making himself some lunch, as his phone rings]
Yeah hello?... its Morten... Primal yes... in half an hour... ok
well better hurry up then!
[Half an hour later Morten is standing inside a studio at MPW headquarters, getting ready for an interview. He is wearing his usual Primal backstage outfit, a black leather jacket, a red and white hooded shirt and black cargo pants and boots. Although he usually hates this kind of stuff he is in a good mood joking around with some of the camera men before someone gives signal for it all to start and Dennis Brown walks in front of the cameras]
Hello and welcome everybody, my name is Dennis Brown and this is the first episode of my new show MPTalk, where I will try to give you some inside scoops from the MPW stars themselves.
[He looks a bit nervous as he gets some kind of signal from behind the camera, slowly turning around and pointing to a couple of chairs in the back, before nodding as he staggers towards them and sits]
uhm yes uhm... well lets get things started with my first guest uhm uhm like ever uhm Primal
[Dennis stands as the big Dane walks onto the set and right up to the scrawny host staring him straight in the eyes, almost forcing Brown to his knees, before slowly sitting down not taking his eyes of Dennis who crawls back up on his chair]
Uhm yes uhm Hejsan Primal är glad att du kunde komma... See I know a little Danish
[Dennis lights up in a big grin]
That Swedish you idiot, now lets get on with it!
[Browns grin crumbles as the Dane sneers at him]
oh yeas uhom ok uhm... I would like to know a little about the man inside... uhm... the beast... uhm... Primal uhm, so tell us a little about yourself?
[Dennis smiles, but almost instantly turns stiff as Primal sends him an angry glare]
Are kidding me little man? you ask me in here days before a PPV and ask me to tell you a little about myself?
Uhm...yes?
You freaking unbelievable, I told the MPW Nation all they need to know about me inside the squared circle, you go watch a Primal match you'll see a beast unleashed... The same beast that tore through Asia, Europe and most of America. I have held titles, I've dropped titles, so ask me something relevant if you don't want me to stick that camera up where the sun doesn't shine!
[Dennis is cowering in his seat as he looks down on his notes for a question]
Wha..wha...what aaarrrre you thoughts on Christian....
Speak up and get to it!
WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON CHRISTIAN CARTER?!!!!
[Primal stares puzzled at Dennis, who blushes]
You don't need to shout I'm sitting right here y'know
[Slowly he turns facing the camera with an intense stare]
As for Christian Carter, he is skilled and talented, but that will not be enough to keep the title. He strife's on pleasing the fans, tumbling around with his little buddy, craving attention. Its an addiction, an addiction he has put instead of his substance abuse.
Trust me Carter I have fought my share of personal demons, but I never just swapped them out. I never needed the fans nor managements approval to seek victory or battle. I don't need to wear that belt, so that I can crave admiration from anyone... I'm going for that belt and title as a manifestation of my freedom!
I will rid MPW of its attention craving and spotlight hungering zombies, I will set them free through pain and humiliation.
Wha... what do you mean?... wh.. who?
[The Dane rises up and walks over staring down at Dennis]
PEOPLE LIKE YOU!!!!
[He roars it straight into the face of Dennis who covers in the chair. Suddenly the Dane jumps back]
What the fuck... are you pissing yourself?
[Liquid dribbles from Brown's chair and down on the floor]
Uhm... Uhm...
You disgust me!
[With that the Dane off as the shot focuses in on the embarrassed Dennis Brown still covering in the chair, before it fades to black]
