Post by Primal on Sept 11, 2012 12:59:01 GMT -5
Monday 9:00 PM
[Its dark in the room, where Morten is sitting, trying to find some peace inside. He hates meditating, especially when he can't feel the calm coming to him. Instead he feels sick and like a million ants a crawling inside his body. "Slow deep breaths" he tries to remind himself in thoughts, but it doesn't help the beast inside him still stirs planting seeds of restlessness and craving inside him.]
[Finally he gives up and rises from the floor and walks over to switch on the lights in his single room apartment. He looks around, its just like he likes it. Small and minimalistic, no indications of personality other then a picture of his godson and his father.He walks over to the small kitchen and makes himself a cup of coffee, before dropping down on the bed and turning on his laptop.]
[In thoughts he drifts a little away, but his fear of drifting to far rips him back into reality. This is why he likes everything simple and plain, there should be no excuse for the beast inside to take over and take control of him]
[Without even thinking about it he logs on to MPW and checks out this weeks card. He hasn't really been focused on wrestling lately, but has to focus now as the main Event for the next Step Up show springs up before his eyes. Sighing he slowly takes a sip of his coffee, he knows what he has to do, where he has to go and he doesn't like it at all....]
Tuesday 8:00AM
[Slowly he rolls out of bed, he hasn't slept to well, dreams of the beast inside him had him twisting and turning all night. It wants to get out and cant wait for his next match]
[Still fighting to wake up he puts on his training gear, a pair of black shorts, a white hooded sweatshirt and his running shoes. On his way out he grabs the backpack, he always keeps by the door, with the rest of his gear and walks out.]
[He finds himself out on the street and starts to run, he hates running, cause the endorphins nourishes the beasts craving and wakes the fear in him, he fears that it once again will take over]
[After awhile he finally gets to the park where he usually spends his quiet time, where he feels he can relax and most important where he feels safe even when confronting the beast. he stops running and walks over to his spot underneath an old tree, where he sits down, staring at the landscape of tree's, grass, bushes and flowers, he breaths in the cool air as he eyes slowly close]
[As he drifts away from reality deep into his own mind he cant stop noticing how much fear and anxiety he has bottled up, how afraid he actually is of himself and of Primal]
So there you are back again to feed off of me!
Feed off of you?, I don't want you nor need you, but I don't know how to get rid of you
So that's why you come here every time you have a challenge in the ring to get rid of me?... you know you can't, you created me for this single purpose, so stop with the games and get on with it... I can feel how you long for the ring, for the freedom that it gives you to be in there and not hiding away in that small cave of an apartment.
You keep speaking of freedom Primal, keep telling me that I am free, when I am inside the ring, or when I'm hurting others, but how can that be true when I don't want to hurt others?... No you for yourself claiming it to be my feelings, tricking me into believing that you are the real me!
Because I am the real you, I am as much a part of you as you are of me, the only difference is that I accept you, but you fear to accept me, you are afraid how others will judge your actions if you don't do as they tell you to!
I don't wanna discuss this right now!... we have a match and we will have to prepare for it, we have two opponents this time and the stakes are high!
The stakes are high, because you let people tell your their high... you let the fact that there's a title on the line cloud your cloud the truth... cause in the end its the match itself, the contest and competition that you crave, its the thrill of standing in the ring and feeling free!
I...I cant do this right now, I don't want to do this, winning the title means prestige and money, it means that I'm getting somewhere in this world and that's what's important to me...
[Morten fights his way back to reality and away from Primal, he doesn't want to discuss motives and means with a personality driven by pure instinct and lust. Slowly he gets up and takes a look around, its already mid day and there's a lot of people in the park. He reaches down and grabs the backpack and runs off to the training center]
Tuesday 3:00pm
I walk slowly down the halls of at MPW HQ, looking at the pictures of the talent along the hall way. I stop and stare at my own picture, a roaring beast of a man standing in the ring, is that really how people perceive me? I shake my head, I've got no time for this. I start walking on till i get to a door saying studio and i walk in.
Inside its all set up, a Danish flag waving in the background and Primal spelled out in front of it. Buzz the technician, who has agreed to help shoot this promo waves me over. I just nod and excuse myself "I have to get ready". Lame excuse I know, but I hate smalltalk and just want this done so I can get home and relax.
[The shot opens with Primal standing in his ring gear in front of a waving Danish flag, his name spelled out in front, the big man snarls and growls as he faces the camera]
A long time ago, my ancestors, where the most feared people in most of the known world. We were known as warriors born of battle and raised in blood. Gold, silver and other goods our reward in our worldly live and the halls of Valhalla our kingdom in death!
This was as true then as it is now! On Friday when I step into the ring with two fierce warriors to battle for the gold of the Step Up Championship!... But the gold is not my only desire, no I want more, I want to earn the right to bare the title by defeating Apostle Kried and Christian Carter in open battle. no tricks, no politics and excuses.
I know you both and seen you both do battle, you honor the squared circle every time you step into it, but that said, come Friday you will have to step up your game to exit it victories. I Primal swear to you that I wont let go of this contest easily and you will feel my Roar leaving you at the mercy of the gods and leaving me with the honor and title of champion!!!
[The big Dane flings his head back and thrusts his arms out to the side as he roars and the screen slowly fades to black]
