Memories and masks

[Matt Steele]

I still can sleep!... that dream!... the images still haunts me!... Primal still haunts me!

[Morten is lying in bed in his motel room twisting and turning, trying to make sense of the nightmare he woke from last night]

What the hell is wrong here?!... I haven't wrestled as Primal for so long now and now where I have to go back to being him, it frightens me.

[Slowly he sits up and looks around, then rolls himself out of bed and goes over to his bag and starts searching for something]

Where is it!... I'm positive I packed it!... I never go on the road without it!

[as he finds what he is searching for, he sighs and walks out to the bathroom and stands in front of the mirror staring at himself and then down to the piece of fabric in his hands]

Whats it been 7-8 years since I last put you on... back in Japan?... back in Mexico?... back in Germany?

[Sweating and tense he clutches the fabric between his hands, staring into the mirror]

Who are you?!!!

[He sighs and loosens up a bit, loosening his grip and looking down at mask in his hands, a black skull with bloody fangs]

Beast The Demon! Knight of the Darkness and Enforcer of the New World Disorder!



Back then I thought I was unstoppable, I was a rising star, forged by the guidance of two grizzled veterans and still learning!

[memories of his past starts flooding his mind, images of him training in Germany, pounding sandbags, taking bumps and finally getting the mask he is now holding handed to him]

I remember thinking that this couldn't get any better and wondering why they were handling it all like a passing of rites... the ceremony almost reminded me of something from a horror movie with candles pentagrams and skulls...I thought back then that it was all for show... I mean I knew those guys, they weren't occult or anything, that was just their gimmick.

[he thinks back to old promos and segments, seeing him standing in the middle of the nWd with his mask on being kept on a leash]

I really hated those parts of the whole thing, being tied up and never allowed to speak, but it all was swept away once we got into the ring and I got set free

[sequences of him storming into the ring and executing various big moves flashes in front of his eyes]

Damn! listen to me... I sound like something straight out of the movies

[he shakes his head as he walks back into the room and drops down on the bed]

Truth be told it was just another gimmick, outside of the ring I was just another kid hoping to make it big! and hadn't I portrayed Beast I would never had created Primal

[Slowly his eyelids close and he falls asleep while still reminiscing his first days as Primal]

[Matt Steele]

During the night Morten fades away into yet another nightmare, as he finds himself once again standing face to face with Primal as Evanescence Bring me to life echoes in the back of his head.
Fear fills Morten as he stare into Primal's ice cold eyes and the beastly figure moves closer and grabbing a hold of him]

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold 
until you find it there and lead it back home

[Morten is whipped into into the ropes by the monster, nearly getting his head taken off as he dodges a clothesline from the big man, only to be flattened by a kick from a figure wearing his old Beast the Demon gear.
As he looks up the two monstrous figures are looking down at him merging, shifting and flickering between Primal and Beast.
He rolls to his knees and stare at the spectacle unfold, while screaming at the monster before him]

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I’ve become

[Slowly he rises to his feet, steering straight towards the demon, confronting it, grabbing hold it without fear or hesitance]

now that I know what I’m without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life

[Morten whips the figure to the ropes catching it with a kick to the gut on the rebound, lifting it up on his shoulder, everything starts to spin, as he thrusts his arms out to both sides and roars, slowly he starts to fade into Beast the Demon, then into Primal and into himself as he slams the figure down with the Primal Roar]

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark

[He stands over the slammed figure, still flickering between the three personification of himself, again thrusting his arms to the side and throwing his head back with another beastly roar]

all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life

[as he lowers his head, his eyes are burning with intensity creating a tunnel that draws him in and deep down inside]

Arghhh!!!!

[He awakes screaming, taking a look around, sweat pearling down his face]

Phew! Just another dream.

[Lazily he falls back, staring up at the ceiling, wondering if he is going nuts, suddenly he catches a glimpse of the clock radio on the nightstand and jumps out of bed]

Shit!! I overslept!!!

[He quickly puts on his training gear and rushes out the door]