Post by Primal on Aug 28, 2012 6:22:14 GMT -5
I haven’t felt this conflicted in a long time, its like that knock on the head from Zeus has shaken something loose inside me, set Primal free to roam inside my mind...
It wasn't because of a single blow, it was the feeling of freedom, you felt, when you finally could let go of all those expectations of doing the right thing.
What do you mean?
It was when you finally looked past that Siren was a women, when you finally let go of your fear and unleashed yourself...
But it wasn't me in that ring it was you!!!
I am you!!! I'm nothing more than all of the things you fear about yourself, your anger, lust and urges, the things you keep hidden from the world...
I don't fear myself, I just don't wanna hurt anybody and I want to feel good about myself
You say that, but the only time your honest to yourself about it is when you step into that ring!
No I mean...
Go in the ring and see for yourself![/color][/b]
[Reluctant Morten starts walking out of the locker room and into the arena]
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[The arena is empty, except Primal standing inside the ring staring up into the rafters. He likes it here, stepping into the ring, even though everyone has left, it gives him that feeling of connecting with his inner demons and gives him the courage to face them. The big Dane is in his street wear, black combat boots, green cargo pants, a I love Copenhagen t-shirt and a leather jacket. He takes a deep breath, stretching his arms out and behind his back, letting the jacket slide down to his wrists, he throws it over the nearest turnbuckle and bounces himself off the ropes. He storms from side to side throwing himself into the ropes, looking like he is fighting an invisible opponent. Suddenly he stops in the middle of the ring letting a deep rolling roar out echoing through the arena.]
Erm... excuse me Mr. Primal sir.. but..
[Slowly the big man turns his head, directing his attention to Dennis Brown who in the meantime has come to ringside with a camera crew]
What do you want!!!!
Uhm yes erm I was wondering erm if you had uhm any comments on your upcoming match... uhm?
Get in here!!!
[Resiliently and cautioned Dennis and the crew enters, looking pretty nervous and keeping within safe distance of the Danes reach]
So uhm...
Shut up!... you wanted comments, then listen!
[Dennis extends the microphone towards Primal]
Brandon Nytrus calls himself The Hardcore Icon, The Duke of Extreme, well Brandon its big talk and I wont make the mistake on taking it lightly. But know this I'm not intimidated by titles!!!
[Primal removes his shirt and points to a scar on the left side of his massive chest]
This is from getting hit by a barbwire bat...
[He turn and shows a big scar on his lower back]
This is from being thrown from the stage and through a table...
[He pulls up the right leg on his pants showing the scars on it]
This is from getting tangled up in barbwire...
[Finally he shows the scars on his knuckles and hands]
This is from beating up people who think they are hardcore!!!
I met many people claiming to be hardcore or extreme, but you're none of those things by just claiming it, you're not those things till you have the scars to prove it!!!... But enough trash talk, Brandon.
I watched you ever since I got here and I admire the drive you have, the destruction that leads your path, you remind me of myself in so many ways. But in the end you like so many others are driven by fear!!!
Uhm... sorry but what do you me...
You fear of not getting noticed, your fear of not being acknowledged or respected by your peers, I have set myself free from the demands of others, when I step into this ring and soon you'll be set free from them as well...
[Primal pushes Dennis Brown away and storms out of the arena]
[Morten is contused and disoriented as he gets out of the building, finding it hard to understand what has just happened.]
Wow! It was like I was standing right there next to him, I could hear and feel it all, but I couldn't silence him at all
Stop whining you could have stopped me, but you didn't want to, cause you know I speak the truth you're just to scared to admit it, to scared of letting go and be who you really are, and scared of the responsibility that follows with freedom.
What do mean? I am free, you said it yourself!!!
Yeah in the ring you can let go and feel free, but out here you once again suppress everything that I stand for and hold me captive in your mind
But what would people think if I let you loose and started behaving like that outside the ring, what would people think if I acted out of instinct alone?
Don't start blaming them, its your choice to keep the reel you captive by their demands and their views on normality and behavior, that's why you created me, cause I am your one chance to feel free!!!
[Once again Morten tries to distract himself from Primal's words and walks into the nearest gym to train]
It wasn't because of a single blow, it was the feeling of freedom, you felt, when you finally could let go of all those expectations of doing the right thing.
What do you mean?
It was when you finally looked past that Siren was a women, when you finally let go of your fear and unleashed yourself...
But it wasn't me in that ring it was you!!!
I am you!!! I'm nothing more than all of the things you fear about yourself, your anger, lust and urges, the things you keep hidden from the world...
I don't fear myself, I just don't wanna hurt anybody and I want to feel good about myself
You say that, but the only time your honest to yourself about it is when you step into that ring!
No I mean...
Go in the ring and see for yourself![/color][/b]
[Reluctant Morten starts walking out of the locker room and into the arena]
________________________________________________________________________________
[The arena is empty, except Primal standing inside the ring staring up into the rafters. He likes it here, stepping into the ring, even though everyone has left, it gives him that feeling of connecting with his inner demons and gives him the courage to face them. The big Dane is in his street wear, black combat boots, green cargo pants, a I love Copenhagen t-shirt and a leather jacket. He takes a deep breath, stretching his arms out and behind his back, letting the jacket slide down to his wrists, he throws it over the nearest turnbuckle and bounces himself off the ropes. He storms from side to side throwing himself into the ropes, looking like he is fighting an invisible opponent. Suddenly he stops in the middle of the ring letting a deep rolling roar out echoing through the arena.]
Erm... excuse me Mr. Primal sir.. but..
[Slowly the big man turns his head, directing his attention to Dennis Brown who in the meantime has come to ringside with a camera crew]
What do you want!!!!
Uhm yes erm I was wondering erm if you had uhm any comments on your upcoming match... uhm?
Get in here!!!
[Resiliently and cautioned Dennis and the crew enters, looking pretty nervous and keeping within safe distance of the Danes reach]
So uhm...
Shut up!... you wanted comments, then listen!
[Dennis extends the microphone towards Primal]
Brandon Nytrus calls himself The Hardcore Icon, The Duke of Extreme, well Brandon its big talk and I wont make the mistake on taking it lightly. But know this I'm not intimidated by titles!!!
[Primal removes his shirt and points to a scar on the left side of his massive chest]
This is from getting hit by a barbwire bat...
[He turn and shows a big scar on his lower back]
This is from being thrown from the stage and through a table...
[He pulls up the right leg on his pants showing the scars on it]
This is from getting tangled up in barbwire...
[Finally he shows the scars on his knuckles and hands]
This is from beating up people who think they are hardcore!!!
I met many people claiming to be hardcore or extreme, but you're none of those things by just claiming it, you're not those things till you have the scars to prove it!!!... But enough trash talk, Brandon.
I watched you ever since I got here and I admire the drive you have, the destruction that leads your path, you remind me of myself in so many ways. But in the end you like so many others are driven by fear!!!
Uhm... sorry but what do you me...
You fear of not getting noticed, your fear of not being acknowledged or respected by your peers, I have set myself free from the demands of others, when I step into this ring and soon you'll be set free from them as well...
[Primal pushes Dennis Brown away and storms out of the arena]
[Morten is contused and disoriented as he gets out of the building, finding it hard to understand what has just happened.]
Wow! It was like I was standing right there next to him, I could hear and feel it all, but I couldn't silence him at all
Stop whining you could have stopped me, but you didn't want to, cause you know I speak the truth you're just to scared to admit it, to scared of letting go and be who you really are, and scared of the responsibility that follows with freedom.
What do mean? I am free, you said it yourself!!!
Yeah in the ring you can let go and feel free, but out here you once again suppress everything that I stand for and hold me captive in your mind
But what would people think if I let you loose and started behaving like that outside the ring, what would people think if I acted out of instinct alone?
Don't start blaming them, its your choice to keep the reel you captive by their demands and their views on normality and behavior, that's why you created me, cause I am your one chance to feel free!!!
[Once again Morten tries to distract himself from Primal's words and walks into the nearest gym to train]
