Post by Primal on Oct 31, 2012 14:54:45 GMT -5
Its dark outside as Morten Hansen walks down the streets of the city and into a small alley. He stops and waits looking around almost seeming a little paranoid. In the shadows of the alley way the silhouettes of two men appear, one of them taps the Dane on the shoulder, he turns to face them and talks to them before nodding and then rushing away into the night as the two men disappear into the shadows.
I return home from my meeting and my stomach is growling like a predator, who is about to attack its prey, I know I know they sneak up on it silently, but you get the point. I start to prepare some food in the kitchen slicing, dicing, frying and so on, as its done I sit and turn on the computer to check whats new in MPW.
Wouldn't you know Nytrus left a little message for me. As I watch the video my heart starts pumping and adrenaline shoots through me. Damn I'm looking forward to this.
I finish up my dinner and start planning for what my next move is, I can't underestimate him and his buddy's, but I can be prepared.
The next day
Once again the camera shows Primal walking through the city in his usual, leather jacket, jeans and combat boots, the sun is behind him and engulfs his body in light as he walks towards the camera. He halts right in front of it grinning through the untamed beard.
Ohhh Brandon don't you love the sun how it brings life to almost every creation? I heard your little speech last night, really nice, how proud you are of your heritage. We are not so different as you might think, I'm proud of my ancestors as well, I'm proud of the fact that they came over here, before the Spanish, that traces of my heritage can be found in Minnesota, Maine and Canada, although the traces may be adaptions from what others learned from the vikings. Brandon like your ancestors mine was seen as savage, yet the Scandinavians were some of the first to explore this world, they were more than meets the eye and so are we.
Again he starts walking and the camera follows.
Enough history and heritage, most people can find traces of greatness in their bloodlines, so why bother. No Brandon you claim your the brain of the operation, because you speak a few words in Latin, you claim greatness, but yet you hide behind your little fan club. That's not intelligence my friend, its smart, but being a puppet in other peoples games is not what makes a thinking man. As for me you're right Blood Runs Cold do set me at a disadvantage, because I don't hide behind others, but I'll bring a little insurance with me, just so that this match will be between you and me.
He makes a turn and proceeds into an alley where the sunlight doesn't reach
Here Brandon! In the shadows is where you stand, you know it and you hate it. You stand in the shadow of Blood Runs Cold, in the shadow of Bill Adams and in the shadow of Trey Baxter. Its true Brandon, you stand in the man, who you love so dearly that you can't stop talking about him, the man who's attention you crave. You even try to hide those feelings Brandon, try to tell us that you hate him, you even got yourself some arm candy to hide the fact, that you want nothing less than Trey Baxter to hold and cuddle with.
All that must be so frustrating for you, to love him want him to acknowledge you, but in the end be forgotten. You keep telling us how you took him to the limit, but what limit Brandon, the limit where he couldn't fend your lovesick attempts off? And when people look at the MPW chronicles under Brandon Nytrus in 5...10...15 years do you think it will say the man that took Trey Baxter to the limit? No Brandon it wont those matches will be a footnote in Trey Baxter's title reign.
Slowly he starts to walks back turning towards the sun as he keeps walking
Its blinding, shining like gold, isn't it marvelous Brandon, the sun, doesn't it remind you of a shiny gold belt? The belt and gold that has you so blinded that you cant see what matters! The gold you crave so much, that you are starting to project it onto others. I don't feel these cravings Brandon, I do not hunger for fame, spotlight or titles, I just crave the next match!
Suddenly he stops and stares into the camera with ice cold eyes
In my world Brandon titles, names, acknowledgment is something you earn! Every simple idiot can slap a title around his waist and call themselves champion or just impose a title on themselves. Its not hard and we all do it, whether its in the business or in life as a general thing. You say you will make sure I never bare a title again, but how will you do that Brandon? You cant take my title from me, you can't take the title of being a wrestler from me cause that is a title engraved in my heart. Its a title I can bare with me every time I walk into that ring, every time a fan buys a ticket to see me in a match or at a show.
Brandon I tried to tell you about enlightenment, about how you have to see past yourself, past others and stare directly into reality. You will be blinded at first, but sooner or later you'll see the light, The light Blood Runs Cold, Trey Baxter nor I can't force you to see, cause only the truth will set you free!
Slowly he walks off laughing
After we'd packed up and the crew left I started walking to the other side of town, where I had to meet some guys for a card game.
As I finally arrived my old friend Matt Steele opened the door, this guy was one of the few people I kept in touched with from my days in Japan a very special individual, but still a guy you could count on.
We don't say anything just walk in and sit down at the table, where Jimmy Fatal, Matts old tag partner is sitting we nod. I know him from touring the Indy scene, a washed up alcoholic trying to redeem himself. We started in MPW almost at the same time, but I never really spoken to him.
The rest of the night we play cards, Matt and I drink some beers and then we split, gotta get ready for tomorrow
I return home from my meeting and my stomach is growling like a predator, who is about to attack its prey, I know I know they sneak up on it silently, but you get the point. I start to prepare some food in the kitchen slicing, dicing, frying and so on, as its done I sit and turn on the computer to check whats new in MPW.
Wouldn't you know Nytrus left a little message for me. As I watch the video my heart starts pumping and adrenaline shoots through me. Damn I'm looking forward to this.
I finish up my dinner and start planning for what my next move is, I can't underestimate him and his buddy's, but I can be prepared.
The next day
Once again the camera shows Primal walking through the city in his usual, leather jacket, jeans and combat boots, the sun is behind him and engulfs his body in light as he walks towards the camera. He halts right in front of it grinning through the untamed beard.
Ohhh Brandon don't you love the sun how it brings life to almost every creation? I heard your little speech last night, really nice, how proud you are of your heritage. We are not so different as you might think, I'm proud of my ancestors as well, I'm proud of the fact that they came over here, before the Spanish, that traces of my heritage can be found in Minnesota, Maine and Canada, although the traces may be adaptions from what others learned from the vikings. Brandon like your ancestors mine was seen as savage, yet the Scandinavians were some of the first to explore this world, they were more than meets the eye and so are we.
Again he starts walking and the camera follows.
Enough history and heritage, most people can find traces of greatness in their bloodlines, so why bother. No Brandon you claim your the brain of the operation, because you speak a few words in Latin, you claim greatness, but yet you hide behind your little fan club. That's not intelligence my friend, its smart, but being a puppet in other peoples games is not what makes a thinking man. As for me you're right Blood Runs Cold do set me at a disadvantage, because I don't hide behind others, but I'll bring a little insurance with me, just so that this match will be between you and me.
He makes a turn and proceeds into an alley where the sunlight doesn't reach
Here Brandon! In the shadows is where you stand, you know it and you hate it. You stand in the shadow of Blood Runs Cold, in the shadow of Bill Adams and in the shadow of Trey Baxter. Its true Brandon, you stand in the man, who you love so dearly that you can't stop talking about him, the man who's attention you crave. You even try to hide those feelings Brandon, try to tell us that you hate him, you even got yourself some arm candy to hide the fact, that you want nothing less than Trey Baxter to hold and cuddle with.
All that must be so frustrating for you, to love him want him to acknowledge you, but in the end be forgotten. You keep telling us how you took him to the limit, but what limit Brandon, the limit where he couldn't fend your lovesick attempts off? And when people look at the MPW chronicles under Brandon Nytrus in 5...10...15 years do you think it will say the man that took Trey Baxter to the limit? No Brandon it wont those matches will be a footnote in Trey Baxter's title reign.
Slowly he starts to walks back turning towards the sun as he keeps walking
Its blinding, shining like gold, isn't it marvelous Brandon, the sun, doesn't it remind you of a shiny gold belt? The belt and gold that has you so blinded that you cant see what matters! The gold you crave so much, that you are starting to project it onto others. I don't feel these cravings Brandon, I do not hunger for fame, spotlight or titles, I just crave the next match!
Suddenly he stops and stares into the camera with ice cold eyes
In my world Brandon titles, names, acknowledgment is something you earn! Every simple idiot can slap a title around his waist and call themselves champion or just impose a title on themselves. Its not hard and we all do it, whether its in the business or in life as a general thing. You say you will make sure I never bare a title again, but how will you do that Brandon? You cant take my title from me, you can't take the title of being a wrestler from me cause that is a title engraved in my heart. Its a title I can bare with me every time I walk into that ring, every time a fan buys a ticket to see me in a match or at a show.
Brandon I tried to tell you about enlightenment, about how you have to see past yourself, past others and stare directly into reality. You will be blinded at first, but sooner or later you'll see the light, The light Blood Runs Cold, Trey Baxter nor I can't force you to see, cause only the truth will set you free!
Slowly he walks off laughing
After we'd packed up and the crew left I started walking to the other side of town, where I had to meet some guys for a card game.
As I finally arrived my old friend Matt Steele opened the door, this guy was one of the few people I kept in touched with from my days in Japan a very special individual, but still a guy you could count on.
We don't say anything just walk in and sit down at the table, where Jimmy Fatal, Matts old tag partner is sitting we nod. I know him from touring the Indy scene, a washed up alcoholic trying to redeem himself. We started in MPW almost at the same time, but I never really spoken to him.
The rest of the night we play cards, Matt and I drink some beers and then we split, gotta get ready for tomorrow
