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| Hammer of the Gods: First Strike; Tora Solgaard RP#1 v. Sophie Harrington | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 26 2015, 07:25 PM (52 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 26 2015, 07:25 PM | Deleted User |
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The sun glistened off the white powder as forest animals scurried through the nearby trees, perhaps a squirrel chittering and running up a branch, knocking a dusting of snow off it. White caps and blue hued mountains as far as the eye could greeted the stocky blonde as she came to a clearing. She raised her sunglasses and squinted, looking around… truly admiring God’s country at one with the wilderness. She trudged her snow skis along, pulling a snack of pretzels from her pouch and eating a few… seeing her breath. She smiled and lowered lowered her goggles back down, squared herself for the descent, and lunging forth planting her ski poles she shoved off. She banked this way and that, deftly avoided brush and croppings of stone, a tree here and there. To watch her work was near effortless perfection; her body in tune with the poles and the skis as she raced down the mountainside. As she raced down, she noticed something a bit odd out of the corner of her eye that gave her pause. She banked to the side, slowing to a stop. The rustling noise of struggle and a plaintive call of an animal spoke to her. Somehow a deer had found its way into the area, and it had gotten its head and antlers wedged between two trees it seemed. She looked around, concerned that a hunter would find this deer and make easy pickings for a kill shot. She trudged near it, it jerked and yanked trying to free itself. There was no telling how long this animal had been here, but it looked tired, afraid, and possibly hurt. She held up her hand to it, approaching with care. “Easy, easy now… you are among friends here, pretty. Can we help you? Let Tora see, okay?” She craned her head to the side, looking at it and batting her lash, offering her open hand. She reached into her pack, offered a pretzel in front of its nose. It licked at it, seemed to calm a bit. She allowed it to eat the snack and then surveyed the trees, looking them up and down. She laid the ski poles to the side. “There, there… easy, let us help you, okay?” With that she took an assured grip on each trunk of the tree about halfway up, and lunged forward with a silent grimace. She bared her teeth and strained her shoulders into it, and then she heard the slight cracking of wood. The trees began to give way, and the gap between widened enough for the antlers to slip free. The deer’s head was free and it took a step or two back, visibly tired. Now the wild animal would typically traipse off through the woods, but it eyed her as Tora eased off the tree. She rubbed her shoulders and looked at the deer, and somehow miraculously it seemed that the deer nodded to her. She offered her hand forward and rubbed it on the nose briefly, before the animal turned and walked off slowly. Tora smiled to herself and grabbed up the ski poles, continuing on down the hill. A little bit further down, she came to a clearing where a log cabin was tucked into the side. She was skiing the Norefjell mountains near Sigdal, Norway… just a little less than two hours of her birth city of Oslo. She undid her skis and regarded the smoke coming from the chimney as she knocked on the door. “Come on, come in, child…” She walked inside and saw a burly man in his 50’s sitting by the fire smoking a pipe and looking at a magazine. His name was Tor Solgaard… Tora’s namesake and father. Tor was an Olympic wrestler as a young man, a decorated amateur known for his power and his stocky body. Now he looked like a musclebound young Santa Claus, with a white and grey beard and little gold-rimmed spectacles. He looked at her and regarded her with a gruff chuckle. “Tora my dear, light of my life, sparkle of your mother’s eye… how fare thee, maiden?” She walked over and poured herself a cup of coffee, sat opposite him and warmed her feet by the fire. “The slopes are inviting today, father. Nature was a bit out of harmony however, it called to me and I answered. There was a deer in distress… I freed it from its pain, sent it along its way.” He smiled and took a sip of his own coffee, setting the magazine aside and lacing his fingers together looking at her. “You always were attuned to the slightest little… disturbances. The world revolves constantly around you, but you seem to be in step with it. Something of a protector. An earth mother… got that from your mother, no doubt.” Tora’s mother Eva was an Olympian in her own right, a heptathlete of high regard. She was back in Oslo caring for Tora’s grandfather Sigurd. Tor and Tora were going to head back into town in a few hours, but each had felt the need to get away for awhile. “Father, I knew it saddened you when I gave up competitive skiing. But I knew in my heart there was something more. I feel that as you say, I have become attuned to nature, and seemingly best it on a regular basis. But you know there are other challenges… more human in nature. You went up against the best that the world offered in amateur wrestling… and just like that, I feel the thrill of competition calling me.” Tor sat his coffee mug aside and nodded, looking down for a moment. He looked her in the eye and began to speak. “Thrill? This will be the biggest challenge you’ve ever faced, Tora. Now matter how good you are… how hard you’ve trained, lifted weights… it is not always in your control. You will be across the ring from people who have the same goals as you, and may cut corners that you aren’t willing to in order to achieve those goals before you. Are you willing to accept that? Are you willing to dig deep, showing your resolve and uplifting this family name… your name?” Tora looked into the fireplace for a moment, swallowing hard. “Let me tell you about a name… it’s not just Solgaard on the line here. It’s not that Tor begat Tora and named her so to honor you.” She stood and looked him in the eye, then smirked and slammed her fist down hard on the table. “They called you the Thunderer, my father. And with good reason. Just as you conjure the name of the Norse God of Thunder… I will be that next wave of the stormfront. They will know me as the Thunderess!” He smirked and clapped his hands, standing with a chuckle. He squeezed her bicep. “You are indeed my daughter… I did not raise any little dainty princess, did I? And what of your pursuits, then? Where does the thunder roll and the lightning strike, hmm?” She hugged her father. “It is a place called The Pitt, in America. Pennsylvania seems to be the place where this story unfolds. I had searched far and wide… had considered England, Japan… but the lure of the United States is great with me. And I feel that I am still young and new enough at this… I can grow with this place, father. We can be greatness from the ground up together. And if any feel they will dominate such a place with vile intentions and unruly abandon… they will know my name, and they will feel my thunder. I can promise you that.” Tor looked at her and kissed her forehead. “Just as sure as you are powerful and a force to be reckoned with, you are still my daughter. I will be watching, make us proud, child. I’m sure that you will.” She smiled at him. “My intentions are pure. I will bring the Power to the Pitt.” ***** The video feed catches Tora Solgaard by a warm fire sipping cocoa. Yet she is not bundled up, no far from it. She has on a sports top, her dirty blonde locks swept back from her face. She looks into the camera with a confident smile, flexing a bicep almost absent-mindedly. “The Pitt… it is time that you met the fresh face of the Norwegian Thunder… The Thunderess… Tora Solgaard. I come to you seeking competition… to prove my mettle. To see if others can stand and prove their own worth to me, to find if they are just or found wanting. I walk this earth, confident… not cocky. There is nothing wrong with being sure of yourself and your abilities. But still, to test these abilities in the arena… to pit them against others with the same ideas in mind. The concept of victory, to reign knowing that your might and skill seized the day and brought yourself to the peak of this profession. I do not yet claim to be the best but I am more than willing to bet on my might and prowess versus any competitor in this company.” She pounds her fist into her palm with a pop. “It does seem that I have drawn quite a fair and just worthy opponent in my first ever foray in this company: Sophie Harrington. You seem to be fair, but can also throw down in a good spirited fight as well. I could think of nothing better for my first night in front of The Pitt crowd. Let us engage in glorious warfare, Sophie. Let us meet in the middle of the hallowed ring and show every fan, every other wrestler, every official in the back just what we are capable of. The Lariat Lady, the Belgian Breaker… I admire these monikers. We will stand toe to toe and we will see what will break… what will thunder. It will be a night of merry mayhem… nothing nefarious on my part, nor yours I’d wager. But in this risky game… I’ll bet on myself each and every time. Will you go all in, press your chips to the middle of the table?” She arches an eyebrow, pops her knuckles. “Neither of us ask for handouts, there is no easy way out that we’re looking to scam our way into. We remain true to ourselves, and everyone in the arena will know that what they see is pure, rife with virtue… a true warrior’s dance. And I will reach down and pull every ounce of power up through my soul, look to the heavens as the storm clouds roll in. I will look into your eyes and you will know that I mean you no true harm… but on this night, I will win. The air will rumble like a locomotive and the lightning will crash down upon you. I bring the Thunder and the Hammer Down. The Thunderess will put you down for a brief respite… an honorable temporary laying low of an equally reputable warrior. You will earn your rest after a hearty battle… your shoulders to the mat for the count of merely three seconds… no more, no less. There is no shame in that at all, my friend. And we all live to fight another day… such is the glory, such is the fight.” She stands now, giving a double bicep pose, all her muscle on display. “Thus spake the Thunderess… Praise be, the Hammer of the Gods.” |
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