Post by Primal on Oct 27, 2012 20:42:21 GMT -5
Saturday 28/10 2012 8:15pm
So here I am again sitting on a plane on my way to the states after yet another journey down the path of life...
At least I got a window seat, so I can stare out on the world and reflect upon how it turns and passes me by...
I really needed this trip... after I lost the Sin City title and well just after I lost myself...
I mean ever since joining MPW I've felt torn inside, like some kind of split personality. Its been so frustrating trying to tap into the character Primal as he was in the past and trying to make that fit into the present...
Anyway I jumped a plane and headed home... not the home of Morten Hansen, the friendly Danish guy, no I headed home to the birthplace of the beast known as Primal, more specifically Tokyo, Japan...
This was where I was really born as a wrestler, where I took my first insecure steps into the wrestling world and where I learned my trade...
As I finally got there I took the time to go and re experience the culture. I took in a couple of shows from the back of the arenas, just to sniff in the atmosphere and watch old friends and foes do their thing.
Finally I kicked myself in the ass and went to visit one of my old mentors Robert Bishop or Forsaken as he calls himself. One half of the NwD and one of the toughest guys around, he was the one who back in the day helped the character Primal take his baby steps and he was the one I needed to talk with
As I sit and stare at the blue sky outside the window, I slowly drift back to the few days I spent with Robert, to the talks we had about the business and about the future
Tuesday 23/10 2012 05:00pm
I find myself standing outside a low priced hotel in the center of Tokyo, staring down at a piece of paper with the address and room number of one Robert Bishop. After awhile I finally go up to the room, I hesitate before knocking. I know that this can only go one of two ways, either he verbally kicks my ass or I'll get some answers to my problems. Either way there is no turning back and I take a deep breath and knock
Who the fuck is it?!
His distinct raw voice penetrates the door and awakes my respect for this man ones again
Its me Morten
The door opens and in front of me stands the behemoth of a man, even compared to me he is big. The over 300lbs mean and muscle packed man stares at me with his icy blue eyes, he is dressed to go out for something white shirt and Grey slacks, probably getting ready to get something to eat.
Hey kid, what do you want?
He catches me off guard, I didn't expect a heart filled reunion, but wasn't prepared for the direct approach he engaged me with
Nice to see you to... I was in town and wanted to see what you were up to
Cut the crap kid, it doesn't suit you, I know you here to ask me something and you know I hate small talk as much as wasting time. So either get to the point or piss off
Relax, yeah I need your advice, but there's no need to attack me like that, can we talk over dinner or something?
Sure! your buying!
And with that he grabbed his jacket and we walked of, not talking or even acknowledging each other, before fifteen minutes later as we sat down to eat
So what is it?
Well I need your help its like I lost my way in all of this
Told you that would happen, you should have stayed here instead you wanted to go to the states and be a character
What is that supposed to mean?
Back in the day I started out in the states to, I was your typical power and paint wrestler, did everything to entertain fans. Then I got an offer to wrestle here and I took it. During my first tour here I quickly learned, that here its wrestling and not showbiz. I looked impressive and could do my three moves, but that didn't mean shit over here, so I had to adapt or go home...
Spare me the war stories and get to the point
You're a fucking character kid! You can't find the line where Primal begins and you end. Back when we met you were Morten, now your just a brand name, who rather do some flashy tricks than actually wrestle
I'm not sure I get what you mean
OK meet me at the dojo tomorrow and I'll beat it into your thick skull... now shut up and eat
The rest of the meal went on in silence and we split shortly after
The next two days where spent in the dojo, where he generously kicked my ass again and again. He put me through his vast arsenal of basic submission holds and throws. Once again my respect for this man blossomed, he could take the most basic move and make it almost lethal, the stiffness of his kicks and punches amazed me and the brutal force of his presence in the ring almost made me tremble
Finally after our last session we got back to talking, I was pretty bruised up, but at the same time, for the first time in months, clear in my head
I think I get your point now
About time
Instead of trying to change I have to take a step back and be myself again, wrestle like I mean it and not just sell some character
That's right, you need to be "Primal" Morten Hansen instead of just Primal, you need to be the man beast again
OK then I'll got a lot to think about and a lot of work ahead of me
Yup! but not tonight
I'm afraid to ask but why?
Its karaoke time!
The rest of the night we spend at a karaoke place, where I had to sit and watch this behemoth sing love songs, really not one of his best trades, but I learned to live with it!
Saturday 28/10 2012 8:30pm
I get ripped out of my trance by the captains voice over the loudspeakers announcing our arrival.
Finally home again and wit a lot of new found knowledge in the baggage
