Post by Ulf Hednir on Jun 30, 2021 7:12:19 GMT -5
The fan favorite that is Ulf Hednir, a newcomer for Project: Honor, has had a rough couple of weeks; although victorious in his debut, he had flown back to his secondary home in Las Vegas where he intended to relax for a few days before competing in another promotion. However, tragedy struck; his daughter, who had gone with him to Venezuela, who he had sworn to the mother that he would protect with his life; not like he needed to swear to her. He swore to himself that he would protect her with his life. There were emotions varying from guilt, hurt, and just… empty. There was a note that accompanied his daughter’s abduction, though:
To sum up what it had instructed of him. Ulf sneered as the scene faded in… he had been looking away, and as the camera panned to a center on the Norwegian, he raised his head to look into the camera; he sat with his hands flat against the table and his lip trembled, as if he had an itch to speak, and with a slight stutter, he stopped himself. The thought of what had happened got the best of him, momentarily, and after a heavy sigh, he finally managed to mutter the first words, and did his best to do what he had to do: handle business.
“Disse uke (week)--” he began, but he stopped to lick his lips and let out a short chuckle, “--de last uke has been… ujevn. Rough. To say de least. Jeg kunne sit in front of everybody og tell dem de normal spiel, how jeg er looking forward to stepping into de ringe with de likes of Cadillac Jackson, og of course de likes of min god (good) friend, Valkyrie-- hvem jeg know has de same itch det jeg do, is feeling de same anger det jeg do, og is villig (willing) to do everything in her power to do-- to do hva vi must do. Hun (she) may know min anger, but det means det she also knows: hvem ever står (stands) in front of me is just a target! Hvem ever står in front of me is going to be nei more enn a casualty-- an innocent det vil be hurt. Det vil be knocked ute. Det vil be in min vei.”
Ulf took another deep breath… trying to maintain his calm, trying to maintain his zen, trying to remain focused on the goal in front of him. It was not something that he could squander; opportunities were coming his way, that he knew. A chance for the Warrior Rising Championship; this was a belt that would light the beacon for the entire industry to know to keep their eyes on him. A beacon that would indicate to the industry that he would be the future… a position desired by everyone who called themselves a professional wrestler, but a position that he had worked hard to attain. It was just the beginning. Throughout this brief pause, he stood up. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he gave a slight tilt of his head along with the chattering of his own teeth before finally resuming.
“In… min… vei. Jeg did not want to ever look at de Valkyrie og ever see her in min vei; it ville be min hope det vi ville fight on de same side! On de same page! For de same purpose! Og most of det is true-- vi er fighting for de same purpose. Vi er fighting for a chance to fight for de Warrior Rising Championship, but de issue is det vi er fighting each other! Vi er fighting on opposite ends! Det is not how jeg ville like disse to be… but… hva kan du do?”
Robi og min selv know about de battlefield… Jeg know det if jeg do not bring min absolute best against her, she vil take it as an insult. Og-- de feeling is mutual. Jeg wanted disse victory. Jeg wanted to be a step closer to capturing min first championship in Project: Honor. It took me tre (three) years to capture min first championship at IWF. Der was no vei det jeg was going to take det long. Ulf nodded his head a few times while in contemplation. He lets out a chuckle under his breath, a funny thought that came to his mind despite his mind being all over the place.
“Robi-- de Valkyrie-- ville probably beat de living shit ute of meg if she thinks det jeg er pulling min punch. At de end of de dag (day), it is, as vi call: vennlig konkurranse.” Ulf forced himself to smile, which came more sincerely than he thought possible, “So, Robi, jeg vil honor du by bringing min best competition to our match, og jeg know det du vil not bring any less. Skål!” He said, and raised his hand in a salute to his friend who would be his opponent.
“But disse is not en simple match… disse is a tag team match, which means det both du og jeg must rely on a partner det has been selected for us. Du-- got Cadillac Jackson.” Ulf snickered, and rubbed his hands together; he gave a slight shrug before continuing, “Jeg er not going to lie to du, Cadillac… it is not in min nature, but jeg vil warn du: jeg ha en itch! Jeg ha--” he raised one of his hands, balled up into a fist, “--en itch to knock somebody ute! It is unfortunate for du det du er put into disse ring, because jeg… do not… want to knock de Valkyrie ute. Jeg do not want to bring more harm to min friend enn jeg must, but du--” a smirk came to his face, “--jeg do not know du. Og it is nothing personal, but jeg want to… hurt… something. Og it just so happens det it is du det is going to be in min vei! It is du det is going to give me someone det jeg can hurt!”
Ulf holds up two fingers to the camera, “Two-- two things det jeg er hoping to achieve through disse match. Let ute some of min frustration. Some of min anger. Og get en step closer to fighting for de Warrior Rising Championship. Two things det jeg VILLE achieve.”
Trust… Jeg ha to trust min partner. Jeg ha to know he has min back. Ulf thought.
“Finally--” he began, “--min partner. Will Riley. Jeg er an easy guy to understand, truly. Jeg do not dislike du unless du give me en reason to not… Jeg ville trust du, until du give me a reason to not. As for du, Will Riley, du er en name det jeg er unfamiliar with, og knowing min selv, jeg ville trust du. All jeg ask--” he smiled, “--is det du trust me. Du trust det jeg mean exactly hva jeg say! Det jeg ville give all of min fight to Valkyrie if it is her og jeg in de ringe. Du must trust det jeg er going to want to do something as simple as punching Cadillac Jackson in de jaw to knock him ute. Du must trust det jeg want to be one step closer at min first belt in Project: Honor, så raskt som mulig!” He had reverted back to his native language, but with a brief pause, leaned toward the camera and repeated the words, this time in English: “As. Soon. As. Possible.”
“Du must trust me. Jeg ville see all of dere at Proving Ground! SKÅL!”
Thea had been missing for over a week. Although Ulf had been victorious with his encounter over the monster on Sunday, and he was certain that he would see his daughter returned; the Wolves of Odin were still in search for her by order of Robi, and each day, Ulf had hoped that they would give him the good news. That they found her. That they found her unscathed.
Ulf had fallen asleep on the couch… held under his arm was the stuffed animal that was gifted to her by Robi. His eyes seemed to do a flutter in his sleep suggesting that he had entered a state of REM. He twitched with each thought that penetrated his weary mind.
“Pappa…” he could hear Thea calling out, as a shadowed little girl stared at him from the end of the hallway. A light illuminated behind her, and he stretched his hand out for her.
“Thea--” he called, although weakly. A sudden static seemed to immerse his mind; the image of the monster was right in front of him hidden in the static that you would typically see off of an old disconnected television.
“Pappa…” the image in front of him had called out, as the static dissipated. Ulf grunted as he tried to move toward her, but found that his arms and legs were stuck. “Hjelp meg!” she said, a screech hiding behind her voice.
“Jeg kommer!” Ulf shouted as he groaned louder and tried to will himself forward but to no avail. The static came back for one brief moment before things seemed to go back to normal, and suddenly… The monster was in front of him. As if breaking free from a spell, Ulf was able to lunge his arm forward and put a hand around his neck. He grimaced as he closed his hand around the monster’s neck, and it seemed to be gasping for air. The image behind him of his daughter faded, but Ulf asked, “Hvor er hun? Hvor er hun?!” he shouted, and repeated the question as he stood up and seemed to gain control.
“Ulf--” he heard the monster say his name in a low growl, as it hacked and coughed… finding itself unable to breathe. “Ulf--” it pleaded a second time, the voice becoming softer. “Ulf-- it’s not him--” the voice continued, begging for Ulf to come to his senses. Ulf blinked his eyes several times before finally seeing in front of him was not the monster, but rather Rori. Her face was turning a shade of blue when Ulf finally realized and he released her immediately, and had appeared apologetic.
“Rori-- Rori, baby, jeg er sorry. Jeg er so sorry!” Ulf seemed to be asking for her forgiveness as her face was slowly returning to its normal shade; she didn’t seem mad… but rather understanding. She could tell that he was dreaming-- hallucinating-- it brought about some concern for others. Ulf, still feeling remorse for his actions albeit unintentional, held Rori closer to him… she did not resist, but was breathing heavily.
“Babe, it’s okay--” she said, pressing her head against his chest, “--we’re going to find her, though. We’re close. Robi is close. She said that the Wolves were closing in on the monster’s last known location, and… tonight…”
The news seemed to excite Ulf, and he nodded his head, “Den jeg vil stay--”
“No!” Rori said, “No, baby, you can’t stay. You know that if you don’t take care of business, he is going to hurt her… your plane leaves tonight. You need to go to Proving Ground-- you and Robi both need to go to Proving Ground.” Rori insisted to him; she did not want to see any harm come to a girl who had become like her daughter since the two began seeing each other, “Take care of business. I’ll take care of Thea.” She said with a smile, trying to ease Ulf into accepting the terms… he knew that he had no choice.
He nodded his head in turn, knowing that she was right. Until they actually had her away from the monster, they could not do anything that would risk her being hurt. So long as he played by the rules, the monster swore that he would not bring harm to her.
You will handle… business.
To sum up what it had instructed of him. Ulf sneered as the scene faded in… he had been looking away, and as the camera panned to a center on the Norwegian, he raised his head to look into the camera; he sat with his hands flat against the table and his lip trembled, as if he had an itch to speak, and with a slight stutter, he stopped himself. The thought of what had happened got the best of him, momentarily, and after a heavy sigh, he finally managed to mutter the first words, and did his best to do what he had to do: handle business.
“Disse uke (week)--” he began, but he stopped to lick his lips and let out a short chuckle, “--de last uke has been… ujevn. Rough. To say de least. Jeg kunne sit in front of everybody og tell dem de normal spiel, how jeg er looking forward to stepping into de ringe with de likes of Cadillac Jackson, og of course de likes of min god (good) friend, Valkyrie-- hvem jeg know has de same itch det jeg do, is feeling de same anger det jeg do, og is villig (willing) to do everything in her power to do-- to do hva vi must do. Hun (she) may know min anger, but det means det she also knows: hvem ever står (stands) in front of me is just a target! Hvem ever står in front of me is going to be nei more enn a casualty-- an innocent det vil be hurt. Det vil be knocked ute. Det vil be in min vei.”
Ulf took another deep breath… trying to maintain his calm, trying to maintain his zen, trying to remain focused on the goal in front of him. It was not something that he could squander; opportunities were coming his way, that he knew. A chance for the Warrior Rising Championship; this was a belt that would light the beacon for the entire industry to know to keep their eyes on him. A beacon that would indicate to the industry that he would be the future… a position desired by everyone who called themselves a professional wrestler, but a position that he had worked hard to attain. It was just the beginning. Throughout this brief pause, he stood up. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he gave a slight tilt of his head along with the chattering of his own teeth before finally resuming.
“In… min… vei. Jeg did not want to ever look at de Valkyrie og ever see her in min vei; it ville be min hope det vi ville fight on de same side! On de same page! For de same purpose! Og most of det is true-- vi er fighting for de same purpose. Vi er fighting for a chance to fight for de Warrior Rising Championship, but de issue is det vi er fighting each other! Vi er fighting on opposite ends! Det is not how jeg ville like disse to be… but… hva kan du do?”
Robi og min selv know about de battlefield… Jeg know det if jeg do not bring min absolute best against her, she vil take it as an insult. Og-- de feeling is mutual. Jeg wanted disse victory. Jeg wanted to be a step closer to capturing min first championship in Project: Honor. It took me tre (three) years to capture min first championship at IWF. Der was no vei det jeg was going to take det long. Ulf nodded his head a few times while in contemplation. He lets out a chuckle under his breath, a funny thought that came to his mind despite his mind being all over the place.
“Robi-- de Valkyrie-- ville probably beat de living shit ute of meg if she thinks det jeg er pulling min punch. At de end of de dag (day), it is, as vi call: vennlig konkurranse.” Ulf forced himself to smile, which came more sincerely than he thought possible, “So, Robi, jeg vil honor du by bringing min best competition to our match, og jeg know det du vil not bring any less. Skål!” He said, and raised his hand in a salute to his friend who would be his opponent.
“But disse is not en simple match… disse is a tag team match, which means det both du og jeg must rely on a partner det has been selected for us. Du-- got Cadillac Jackson.” Ulf snickered, and rubbed his hands together; he gave a slight shrug before continuing, “Jeg er not going to lie to du, Cadillac… it is not in min nature, but jeg vil warn du: jeg ha en itch! Jeg ha--” he raised one of his hands, balled up into a fist, “--en itch to knock somebody ute! It is unfortunate for du det du er put into disse ring, because jeg… do not… want to knock de Valkyrie ute. Jeg do not want to bring more harm to min friend enn jeg must, but du--” a smirk came to his face, “--jeg do not know du. Og it is nothing personal, but jeg want to… hurt… something. Og it just so happens det it is du det is going to be in min vei! It is du det is going to give me someone det jeg can hurt!”
Ulf holds up two fingers to the camera, “Two-- two things det jeg er hoping to achieve through disse match. Let ute some of min frustration. Some of min anger. Og get en step closer to fighting for de Warrior Rising Championship. Two things det jeg VILLE achieve.”
Trust… Jeg ha to trust min partner. Jeg ha to know he has min back. Ulf thought.
“Finally--” he began, “--min partner. Will Riley. Jeg er an easy guy to understand, truly. Jeg do not dislike du unless du give me en reason to not… Jeg ville trust du, until du give me a reason to not. As for du, Will Riley, du er en name det jeg er unfamiliar with, og knowing min selv, jeg ville trust du. All jeg ask--” he smiled, “--is det du trust me. Du trust det jeg mean exactly hva jeg say! Det jeg ville give all of min fight to Valkyrie if it is her og jeg in de ringe. Du must trust det jeg er going to want to do something as simple as punching Cadillac Jackson in de jaw to knock him ute. Du must trust det jeg want to be one step closer at min first belt in Project: Honor, så raskt som mulig!” He had reverted back to his native language, but with a brief pause, leaned toward the camera and repeated the words, this time in English: “As. Soon. As. Possible.”
“Du must trust me. Jeg ville see all of dere at Proving Ground! SKÅL!”
Thea had been missing for over a week. Although Ulf had been victorious with his encounter over the monster on Sunday, and he was certain that he would see his daughter returned; the Wolves of Odin were still in search for her by order of Robi, and each day, Ulf had hoped that they would give him the good news. That they found her. That they found her unscathed.
Ulf had fallen asleep on the couch… held under his arm was the stuffed animal that was gifted to her by Robi. His eyes seemed to do a flutter in his sleep suggesting that he had entered a state of REM. He twitched with each thought that penetrated his weary mind.
“Pappa…” he could hear Thea calling out, as a shadowed little girl stared at him from the end of the hallway. A light illuminated behind her, and he stretched his hand out for her.
“Thea--” he called, although weakly. A sudden static seemed to immerse his mind; the image of the monster was right in front of him hidden in the static that you would typically see off of an old disconnected television.
“Pappa…” the image in front of him had called out, as the static dissipated. Ulf grunted as he tried to move toward her, but found that his arms and legs were stuck. “Hjelp meg!” she said, a screech hiding behind her voice.
“Jeg kommer!” Ulf shouted as he groaned louder and tried to will himself forward but to no avail. The static came back for one brief moment before things seemed to go back to normal, and suddenly… The monster was in front of him. As if breaking free from a spell, Ulf was able to lunge his arm forward and put a hand around his neck. He grimaced as he closed his hand around the monster’s neck, and it seemed to be gasping for air. The image behind him of his daughter faded, but Ulf asked, “Hvor er hun? Hvor er hun?!” he shouted, and repeated the question as he stood up and seemed to gain control.
“Ulf--” he heard the monster say his name in a low growl, as it hacked and coughed… finding itself unable to breathe. “Ulf--” it pleaded a second time, the voice becoming softer. “Ulf-- it’s not him--” the voice continued, begging for Ulf to come to his senses. Ulf blinked his eyes several times before finally seeing in front of him was not the monster, but rather Rori. Her face was turning a shade of blue when Ulf finally realized and he released her immediately, and had appeared apologetic.
“Rori-- Rori, baby, jeg er sorry. Jeg er so sorry!” Ulf seemed to be asking for her forgiveness as her face was slowly returning to its normal shade; she didn’t seem mad… but rather understanding. She could tell that he was dreaming-- hallucinating-- it brought about some concern for others. Ulf, still feeling remorse for his actions albeit unintentional, held Rori closer to him… she did not resist, but was breathing heavily.
“Babe, it’s okay--” she said, pressing her head against his chest, “--we’re going to find her, though. We’re close. Robi is close. She said that the Wolves were closing in on the monster’s last known location, and… tonight…”
The news seemed to excite Ulf, and he nodded his head, “Den jeg vil stay--”
“No!” Rori said, “No, baby, you can’t stay. You know that if you don’t take care of business, he is going to hurt her… your plane leaves tonight. You need to go to Proving Ground-- you and Robi both need to go to Proving Ground.” Rori insisted to him; she did not want to see any harm come to a girl who had become like her daughter since the two began seeing each other, “Take care of business. I’ll take care of Thea.” She said with a smile, trying to ease Ulf into accepting the terms… he knew that he had no choice.
He nodded his head in turn, knowing that she was right. Until they actually had her away from the monster, they could not do anything that would risk her being hurt. So long as he played by the rules, the monster swore that he would not bring harm to her.
END.
