Post by AsgerAhlberg on Feb 21, 2016 12:58:24 GMT -5
The Americans were retreating; the Vikings were marching forward. Their strength was too great for their foes. Homeland Security had tried to chop him down, but their efforts were for not. Asger took the chair shots in stride and sent his opponents scurrying out of the ring. He had once again proven to be an immovable force, and he was not going to be stopped; let alone stopped by the likes of the pathetic team of Homeland Security; something he looked forward to proving at the next episode of Meltdown, where he would be taking them both on by himself.
That match however was still almost a month away. His next match was against the man who was stupid enough to accept his open challenge, Erik Loomis. Erik might have thought that Asger was just another big man; but he was far from that. The Ice Giant was more than just raw strength and power; he was a true warrior. He had heart, and it only beat for battle. Asger was a man, that as he had proven, was hard to keep down. He had taken several chair shots and when his opponents thought he was down and out, he had actually just been getting started. The chair shots did nothing but piss him off in the end.
That was the moment that Homeland Security learned that Asger was an unstoppable force; a lesson that he would now have to teach to Erik Loomis. While still smaller than Asger, he wasn't exactly a small guy; but his size mattered not to Asger. There was no one in the business who could match his size or strength. He was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect physical specimen. He was the image of a true Viking. When people laid eyes on him, they trembled in fear, and that fear was something he was going to instill in all of the NAW. He had already instilled it into the Homeland Security, and now it was Erik's turn.
His next opponent was all that was on his mind as he stood in a field that appeared to be littered with bodies, covered in blood. Old, medieval weapons appeared to be scattered among the bodies as Asger made his way through them slowly, gazing upon the massacre before him. It was an image that many Vikings before him has seen many times before; it was the image of hard and brutally won battle; much like the one he had just won at Meltdown. It may not of been pretty, and it certainly wasn't conventional, but it was a victory none the less.
The massive man continued to make his way through the aftermath, holding his mighty warhammer in his hands as if he were ready for an attack; as if he were ready to go back to war. For a Viking, there was no end to the battle, there was no peace. It was the same for Asger, and he knew it. He looked out into the horizon, waiting for his next foe as he came to a halt. It was time for another massacre; it was time for a St. Valentines Day Massacre.
Asger: It has been one month since my Invasion began; it has been one month and no one has been able to stop my push forward. Some have tried, but they have failed; some have thought that they conquered the Ice Giant, but they soon realized they had not. At Meltdown, The Homeland Security discovered that I was no joke; they realized that I was more than some myth handed down from generation after generation; they found that I truly was an unstoppable Viking Warrior. I, one man, sent the both of them running for the hills like the little back country bitches that they are.
No man has been able to stop me, and no man will; but I know that there are those who will try. I know that there will be those that think they can tackle the Ice Giant. Erik Loomis is one such man. You see, after my first match here in North Atlantic Wrestling, one which many of you didn't get to see, I opened Meltdown with an open challenge to anyone who thought they had what it took to beat me. I issued a challenge to all in the back, and the man who stepped forward was Erik.
Erik thinks himself a tough man; I mean, he'd have to think this to even consider stepping into the ring with me. He thinks himself a warrior, a man with a boxing background turned into a professional wrestler. He thinks that his experience both in this ring and the boxing ring will make him a formidable match against me, but it won't. In Erik's last match, he looked at The Armenian Beast as a stepping stone; a man whom, when he defeated him, would help launch his career to new heights; but he failed to do that. Erik failed to beat the Armenian Beast, so how could he ever hope to defeat me.
I may be new to this type of combat, but I am a true warrior; I am a survivor. I battle through until I hold victory in my hands, and there is no one here that can change that fact. It doesn't matter who it is, or what you've accomplished; if you set foot in a ring with me, you're taking your own career and life, and putting it in my hands. So Erik, I beg of you, please think of me as more than just some mere stepping stone. I am not The Armenian Beast. The Armenian Beast is but a mere puppy compared to me. Come to the ring and give me a challenge, because if you make it too easy on me, I won't stop when the match ends; I won't stop until the whole NAW Security Team has pulled me off of your lifeless corpse.
Something tells me though that it will end that way. You see, while you may have been a boxer at one time; the important thing to remembers is that you were a failed boxer. You didn't have what it takes to beat a man down and endure an onslaught of punishment; so what makes you think that you can do it now. You've lived a pampered and easy life in Wilkes Barre. You've had it easy Erik. You've never had to worry about money or where you'll get your next meal. You've never had to fight to survive. You've never had to be anything more than what you are, a pampered little punk; something that I will show the fans as I slowly dissect you and pick you apart.
One month ago, you thought you were man enough to take me on; now let's see how very wrong you were. I can give you all the advice in the world Erik; but something tells me that deep down, you're still going to look at me as a stepping stone to greatness. You are so very wrong. I am no stone; I am a mountain; and I am a mountain that no man or woman will ever conquer. On February Twenty-Second, there will be a Massacre alright; your massacre. When I am done with you, I will leave you a bloody mess and an example of what the fans can expect from me. When I am done, the whole of the North Atlantic Wrestling will know what they are in for. So make your arrangements Erik; be sure that you have everything squared away; because at St. Valentines Day Massacre, I will be effectively killing your career in the NAW.
Fight it as you may, and I hope you do, you will not be able to stop me Erik. You had the misfortune of being stupid enough to accept my challenge and now you must pay for that stupidity. Before I am done with you, I will have you crawling and begging at my feet; I will have you begging for mercy, and once you have done so, and only once you have done so, will I end your misery. Get ready Erik, because winter is just beginning here in North Atlantic Wrestling; and the only thing that will survive this harsh, cold winter is The Ice Giant.
With that said, Asger looks down at a man that appears to be struggling to move, a word impaled through the top of his chest; the pommel and tang of the sword sitting a good two feet above the man whose back is laid flush against the ground. The Ice Giant smiles as he looks down at the man whom is begging for mercy. As the man begs, Asger lifts his warhammer and brings it down on the pommel of the sword, hammering it down as if it were a nail; sending the sword down until the cross guard was flush against his chest. The man immediately ceased moving and the camera zoomed in on the now apparently dead man, whom appeared to have a striking resemblance to Erik Loomis. The image of that face stayed for a moment before the scene faded to darkness.
That match however was still almost a month away. His next match was against the man who was stupid enough to accept his open challenge, Erik Loomis. Erik might have thought that Asger was just another big man; but he was far from that. The Ice Giant was more than just raw strength and power; he was a true warrior. He had heart, and it only beat for battle. Asger was a man, that as he had proven, was hard to keep down. He had taken several chair shots and when his opponents thought he was down and out, he had actually just been getting started. The chair shots did nothing but piss him off in the end.
That was the moment that Homeland Security learned that Asger was an unstoppable force; a lesson that he would now have to teach to Erik Loomis. While still smaller than Asger, he wasn't exactly a small guy; but his size mattered not to Asger. There was no one in the business who could match his size or strength. He was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect physical specimen. He was the image of a true Viking. When people laid eyes on him, they trembled in fear, and that fear was something he was going to instill in all of the NAW. He had already instilled it into the Homeland Security, and now it was Erik's turn.
His next opponent was all that was on his mind as he stood in a field that appeared to be littered with bodies, covered in blood. Old, medieval weapons appeared to be scattered among the bodies as Asger made his way through them slowly, gazing upon the massacre before him. It was an image that many Vikings before him has seen many times before; it was the image of hard and brutally won battle; much like the one he had just won at Meltdown. It may not of been pretty, and it certainly wasn't conventional, but it was a victory none the less.
The massive man continued to make his way through the aftermath, holding his mighty warhammer in his hands as if he were ready for an attack; as if he were ready to go back to war. For a Viking, there was no end to the battle, there was no peace. It was the same for Asger, and he knew it. He looked out into the horizon, waiting for his next foe as he came to a halt. It was time for another massacre; it was time for a St. Valentines Day Massacre.
Asger: It has been one month since my Invasion began; it has been one month and no one has been able to stop my push forward. Some have tried, but they have failed; some have thought that they conquered the Ice Giant, but they soon realized they had not. At Meltdown, The Homeland Security discovered that I was no joke; they realized that I was more than some myth handed down from generation after generation; they found that I truly was an unstoppable Viking Warrior. I, one man, sent the both of them running for the hills like the little back country bitches that they are.
No man has been able to stop me, and no man will; but I know that there are those who will try. I know that there will be those that think they can tackle the Ice Giant. Erik Loomis is one such man. You see, after my first match here in North Atlantic Wrestling, one which many of you didn't get to see, I opened Meltdown with an open challenge to anyone who thought they had what it took to beat me. I issued a challenge to all in the back, and the man who stepped forward was Erik.
Erik thinks himself a tough man; I mean, he'd have to think this to even consider stepping into the ring with me. He thinks himself a warrior, a man with a boxing background turned into a professional wrestler. He thinks that his experience both in this ring and the boxing ring will make him a formidable match against me, but it won't. In Erik's last match, he looked at The Armenian Beast as a stepping stone; a man whom, when he defeated him, would help launch his career to new heights; but he failed to do that. Erik failed to beat the Armenian Beast, so how could he ever hope to defeat me.
I may be new to this type of combat, but I am a true warrior; I am a survivor. I battle through until I hold victory in my hands, and there is no one here that can change that fact. It doesn't matter who it is, or what you've accomplished; if you set foot in a ring with me, you're taking your own career and life, and putting it in my hands. So Erik, I beg of you, please think of me as more than just some mere stepping stone. I am not The Armenian Beast. The Armenian Beast is but a mere puppy compared to me. Come to the ring and give me a challenge, because if you make it too easy on me, I won't stop when the match ends; I won't stop until the whole NAW Security Team has pulled me off of your lifeless corpse.
Something tells me though that it will end that way. You see, while you may have been a boxer at one time; the important thing to remembers is that you were a failed boxer. You didn't have what it takes to beat a man down and endure an onslaught of punishment; so what makes you think that you can do it now. You've lived a pampered and easy life in Wilkes Barre. You've had it easy Erik. You've never had to worry about money or where you'll get your next meal. You've never had to fight to survive. You've never had to be anything more than what you are, a pampered little punk; something that I will show the fans as I slowly dissect you and pick you apart.
One month ago, you thought you were man enough to take me on; now let's see how very wrong you were. I can give you all the advice in the world Erik; but something tells me that deep down, you're still going to look at me as a stepping stone to greatness. You are so very wrong. I am no stone; I am a mountain; and I am a mountain that no man or woman will ever conquer. On February Twenty-Second, there will be a Massacre alright; your massacre. When I am done with you, I will leave you a bloody mess and an example of what the fans can expect from me. When I am done, the whole of the North Atlantic Wrestling will know what they are in for. So make your arrangements Erik; be sure that you have everything squared away; because at St. Valentines Day Massacre, I will be effectively killing your career in the NAW.
Fight it as you may, and I hope you do, you will not be able to stop me Erik. You had the misfortune of being stupid enough to accept my challenge and now you must pay for that stupidity. Before I am done with you, I will have you crawling and begging at my feet; I will have you begging for mercy, and once you have done so, and only once you have done so, will I end your misery. Get ready Erik, because winter is just beginning here in North Atlantic Wrestling; and the only thing that will survive this harsh, cold winter is The Ice Giant.
With that said, Asger looks down at a man that appears to be struggling to move, a word impaled through the top of his chest; the pommel and tang of the sword sitting a good two feet above the man whose back is laid flush against the ground. The Ice Giant smiles as he looks down at the man whom is begging for mercy. As the man begs, Asger lifts his warhammer and brings it down on the pommel of the sword, hammering it down as if it were a nail; sending the sword down until the cross guard was flush against his chest. The man immediately ceased moving and the camera zoomed in on the now apparently dead man, whom appeared to have a striking resemblance to Erik Loomis. The image of that face stayed for a moment before the scene faded to darkness.