Post by Primal on Sept 14, 2012 17:38:10 GMT -5
[Morten is sitting at his laptop, in his small apartment, he stares intensely at the screen as he listen to Bloodhounds words. Inside him he feels the words stir up the beast inside him. He stops the video and closes his eyes trying to control his breathing as he sinks deeper and deeper into a trance like state]
What if he is right? what if Bloodhound really has the right perspective on things? What if I am nothing more than a poser?
Stop your whining! Bloodhound is just trying to get under your skin and use your own insecurity against you
But... but isn't he right... for so long I lived in a world, that is only for show... being carried on a character, that wasn't me
If the character Primal wasn't you, who is he then?... Primal, Beast and every other character you ever portrayed has been extensions of you!
Extensions of me?... but you are all animals, you only goal or purpose is survival, rage and blood lust... That's not me... is it?
Bloodhound had something right, every man and woman who steps into that ring relies on instinct and on controlling emotions and senses... He has stared death in the eyes and been on the battlefield... But you must remember, that the ring and the arena is your battlefield, its where you bleed and where you survived!!!
Still he is a marine, how can I match his knowledge of battle and his experiences with fear?
By realizing that you are not him, you don't have the same experiences nor personality. Instead focus on who you are and stop being afraid of who and what you are, this is your only chance to best him, make it your battle not his
[The sound of Primal lingers in Morten's head as he decides to wake. he grabs his head feeling despair rushing over him. Slowly he rises and grabs his backpack and leaves]
I must let go of this fear, he is right if I try to fight Bloodhound on his terms I'll lose, but how can I not? Bloodhound has the advantage no matter how I look at it!
Dammit I've been walking around for almost an hour now trying to figure out what the hell it all means, what to do and how to cope with it.
I don't even really know what fear is... or do I... Back that day when Kelly got hurt, I remember that feeling I remember being so scared that I could hardly breathe. After wards it was never the same to step into the ring... The picture of her lying there haunted me... it was like I had to loose myself to be able to wrestle... It was around then the nightmares started... it was back then Primal and Beast took on a life of their own and started to take over when I stepped into the ring...
Could it really be true... that what I fear the most is my freedom... the fear of being responsible for my actions... is that why they haunt me... because of fear... and is that why the only place I truly feel alive is in the ring... fighting against others, the more they push me the better I feel... its like win or lose the battle is the goal not the outcome... [/i][/color]
[As the shot opens there is a man standing in a wrestling ring looking around in an empty arena. The hood from his red sweatshirt covers his head and face, the figure doesn't move, he is just standing there with his back to the camera. Suddenly he turns and stares into the camera, revealing himself as Primal, as a low growl escapes from his massive body]
Bloodhound! Welcome to my battlefield!
[He stretches out his arms, as if he is inviting someone in]
You are a man of courage and knowledge Bloodhound, you will set me free inside this ring...
I've followed you, I've seen the destruction you bring to your opposition and finally its my turn to get a taste of your power!
You talk of fear and aggression as mere weapons to win the battle, but Bloodhound remember that within the squared circle, we both wield the same shield and sword in our quest for freedom...
The freedom we pay for in blood and sweat in this ring... Bloodhound I cant even start to imagine, what you have experienced and I wont even try... But inside this ring is where I fight my battles and you are as worthy an opponent as they come
I long for our battle! the feeling of pain! the feeling of victory and glory in battle...
Bloodhound I will show you the true meaning of the Primal Side
[He flings his head back and roars as the shot fades]
What if he is right? what if Bloodhound really has the right perspective on things? What if I am nothing more than a poser?
Stop your whining! Bloodhound is just trying to get under your skin and use your own insecurity against you
But... but isn't he right... for so long I lived in a world, that is only for show... being carried on a character, that wasn't me
If the character Primal wasn't you, who is he then?... Primal, Beast and every other character you ever portrayed has been extensions of you!
Extensions of me?... but you are all animals, you only goal or purpose is survival, rage and blood lust... That's not me... is it?
Bloodhound had something right, every man and woman who steps into that ring relies on instinct and on controlling emotions and senses... He has stared death in the eyes and been on the battlefield... But you must remember, that the ring and the arena is your battlefield, its where you bleed and where you survived!!!
Still he is a marine, how can I match his knowledge of battle and his experiences with fear?
By realizing that you are not him, you don't have the same experiences nor personality. Instead focus on who you are and stop being afraid of who and what you are, this is your only chance to best him, make it your battle not his
[The sound of Primal lingers in Morten's head as he decides to wake. he grabs his head feeling despair rushing over him. Slowly he rises and grabs his backpack and leaves]
I must let go of this fear, he is right if I try to fight Bloodhound on his terms I'll lose, but how can I not? Bloodhound has the advantage no matter how I look at it!
Dammit I've been walking around for almost an hour now trying to figure out what the hell it all means, what to do and how to cope with it.
I don't even really know what fear is... or do I... Back that day when Kelly got hurt, I remember that feeling I remember being so scared that I could hardly breathe. After wards it was never the same to step into the ring... The picture of her lying there haunted me... it was like I had to loose myself to be able to wrestle... It was around then the nightmares started... it was back then Primal and Beast took on a life of their own and started to take over when I stepped into the ring...
Could it really be true... that what I fear the most is my freedom... the fear of being responsible for my actions... is that why they haunt me... because of fear... and is that why the only place I truly feel alive is in the ring... fighting against others, the more they push me the better I feel... its like win or lose the battle is the goal not the outcome... [/i][/color]
[As the shot opens there is a man standing in a wrestling ring looking around in an empty arena. The hood from his red sweatshirt covers his head and face, the figure doesn't move, he is just standing there with his back to the camera. Suddenly he turns and stares into the camera, revealing himself as Primal, as a low growl escapes from his massive body]
Bloodhound! Welcome to my battlefield!
[He stretches out his arms, as if he is inviting someone in]
You are a man of courage and knowledge Bloodhound, you will set me free inside this ring...
I've followed you, I've seen the destruction you bring to your opposition and finally its my turn to get a taste of your power!
You talk of fear and aggression as mere weapons to win the battle, but Bloodhound remember that within the squared circle, we both wield the same shield and sword in our quest for freedom...
The freedom we pay for in blood and sweat in this ring... Bloodhound I cant even start to imagine, what you have experienced and I wont even try... But inside this ring is where I fight my battles and you are as worthy an opponent as they come
I long for our battle! the feeling of pain! the feeling of victory and glory in battle...
Bloodhound I will show you the true meaning of the Primal Side
[He flings his head back and roars as the shot fades]
