Post by Eron Hunter on Dec 30, 2020 18:38:07 GMT -5
Life is a constant struggle.
In the same moment you think you’ve won the fight, in that same moment a new challenge appears. It is a war, fought between you and everything the moment throws at you. Whenever you’ve won a battle, in that same moment you should enjoy the calm before the storm, because your own existence might come in question in the next second. Enjoy the moments of calm, because they never last. Relax a bit, before the next, almost insurmountable challenge is thrown towards you, from the entity we call our own life.
“This is how it’s done!”
A man, wearing a mask, is seen sparring with another fighter. The man they call Lynx stets himself free from the sparring partner’s grip, jumps backwards and executes a splendid reverse Enzuigiri. The sparring partner’s head slams fiercely onto the mat. Lynx, stops for an instant, to make sure everything is OK. He helps the other fighter get up.
“ Everything ok?”
The man nods.
“Everything is OK, Eron” The man mumbles.
Eron “Lynx” Hunter smiles. He then suddenly, grabs the other fighter and Irish whips him towards the ropes. As the other man runs towards him, Eron gets ready to execute a somersault dropkick…
… A frightful noise is heard, as Eron’s body falls, almost lifeless, on the mat!
“ Eron! Is everything ok?”
“Lynx? Eron?”
Eron Hunter waves his hand, as he attempts to stand up, telling the other man that apparently something is wrong. He tries to stand up, just to fall back down. Clutching his knee, helplessly.
In a moment you stand there, top of the world. The next one you are nothing more than a trash bin. Thrown away from society, left alone. Abandoned even by your own dreams. If you can not manage to stand up and fight, even against the most extreme of hindrances, then you are doomed for eternity. Society does not like failures. They remind her of her own shortcomings.
All you can do, if you want to be a winner in this reality, is brace yourself and get up again. Fight against everything attempting to hold you down, grit your teeth and withstand whatever hindrance stands in front of you. Only this way you will be able to be a winner, again..
“Anterior cruciate ligament, Grade three”
The Doctor turns his back and starts cleaning his hands. He looks at the young man, over his shoulder and resumes his speech.
“That means its serious. It requires surgery”
The light in the young mans eyes fades, almost completely, away.
“ This…
...This is impossible. I have fights to fight and people I cant let down. Doctor, are you telling me that I can not fight? That I have to be sidelined for long?”
God knows how many people that very Doctor has faced, telling them things those people didn’t want to hear. And, yet, it is as difficult as the very first time. There are things a man can not get used to, no matter how many times that very man has done those things.
This was one of them times. The Doctor sighed, turned around to face his patient and spoke in a calm tone:
“It is serious, but not existence threatened.”
“Then, you mean I can fight? You mean I can participate in my matches in the End of Days Tournament, and in the fight for the North American Cruiserweight Championship? “
There it was, that light in those eyes, a light of hope. A strong will, able to face even the insurmountable. The young man was a fighter, someone who did not give up so easily. All he needed was an ounce of hope, all he needed was a glimpse at a bright future and he would rise again, just like a hawk, towards the unending skies.
“ Now, now. Don’t be in such a hurry. The fights you are speaking about are in the time frame of a month from now, now aren’t they? Well, sadly I can not see it as reasonable, for you to have such hopes.
You will get better, and you will be able to fight again. With a strong will and a lot of exercise you will be able to stand up and face your adversities and adversaries. But that won’t happen within a months time. It will take more than that…
..How much more? Well, at least three months. After the surgery, you will need to rehab your leg and your whole body, to be able to stand up and walk, at first. Then and only then, you will be able to do all them monkey moves you do in the ring”
The doctor smiles
“ Well, now, no need to be surprised. I know who you are. The great and swift Lynx, the Maximum J Superstar, now fighting for NPW. You see, Lynx, it all depends on you. Will you be able to rise again in the usual heights you fly in? I don’t want to lie to you…
..It will be tough. And even if you manage to go back to one hundred percent, you will still fear the fact that your old injury might get worse. Especially with your fighting style”
The young man looked at his doctor, telling him all he needed to tell him. But the young man, he heard only what he wanted to hear. And that was the fact that he would be able to fight again. And thus the fight against the injury began.
It took four months for him to get back to where he was earlier. And even if he did manage to do so, the uncertainty engulfed him more than ever before. Every time he performed a high risk move, every time he was a daredevil, he feared for his knee.
But even if so, he never lost hope.
He was a fighter, born.
Hearing the Blues..
..The Autumn Blues!
In the same moment you think you’ve won the fight, in that same moment a new challenge appears. It is a war, fought between you and everything the moment throws at you. Whenever you’ve won a battle, in that same moment you should enjoy the calm before the storm, because your own existence might come in question in the next second. Enjoy the moments of calm, because they never last. Relax a bit, before the next, almost insurmountable challenge is thrown towards you, from the entity we call our own life.
September 8’th 2020.
A dusty, old, Gym.
“This is how it’s done!”
A man, wearing a mask, is seen sparring with another fighter. The man they call Lynx stets himself free from the sparring partner’s grip, jumps backwards and executes a splendid reverse Enzuigiri. The sparring partner’s head slams fiercely onto the mat. Lynx, stops for an instant, to make sure everything is OK. He helps the other fighter get up.
“ Everything ok?”
The man nods.
“Everything is OK, Eron” The man mumbles.
Eron “Lynx” Hunter smiles. He then suddenly, grabs the other fighter and Irish whips him towards the ropes. As the other man runs towards him, Eron gets ready to execute a somersault dropkick…
… A frightful noise is heard, as Eron’s body falls, almost lifeless, on the mat!
“ Eron! Is everything ok?”
“Lynx? Eron?”
Eron Hunter waves his hand, as he attempts to stand up, telling the other man that apparently something is wrong. He tries to stand up, just to fall back down. Clutching his knee, helplessly.
***
In a moment you stand there, top of the world. The next one you are nothing more than a trash bin. Thrown away from society, left alone. Abandoned even by your own dreams. If you can not manage to stand up and fight, even against the most extreme of hindrances, then you are doomed for eternity. Society does not like failures. They remind her of her own shortcomings.
All you can do, if you want to be a winner in this reality, is brace yourself and get up again. Fight against everything attempting to hold you down, grit your teeth and withstand whatever hindrance stands in front of you. Only this way you will be able to be a winner, again..
“Anterior cruciate ligament, Grade three”
The Doctor turns his back and starts cleaning his hands. He looks at the young man, over his shoulder and resumes his speech.
“That means its serious. It requires surgery”
The light in the young mans eyes fades, almost completely, away.
“ This…
...This is impossible. I have fights to fight and people I cant let down. Doctor, are you telling me that I can not fight? That I have to be sidelined for long?”
God knows how many people that very Doctor has faced, telling them things those people didn’t want to hear. And, yet, it is as difficult as the very first time. There are things a man can not get used to, no matter how many times that very man has done those things.
This was one of them times. The Doctor sighed, turned around to face his patient and spoke in a calm tone:
“It is serious, but not existence threatened.”
“Then, you mean I can fight? You mean I can participate in my matches in the End of Days Tournament, and in the fight for the North American Cruiserweight Championship? “
There it was, that light in those eyes, a light of hope. A strong will, able to face even the insurmountable. The young man was a fighter, someone who did not give up so easily. All he needed was an ounce of hope, all he needed was a glimpse at a bright future and he would rise again, just like a hawk, towards the unending skies.
“ Now, now. Don’t be in such a hurry. The fights you are speaking about are in the time frame of a month from now, now aren’t they? Well, sadly I can not see it as reasonable, for you to have such hopes.
You will get better, and you will be able to fight again. With a strong will and a lot of exercise you will be able to stand up and face your adversities and adversaries. But that won’t happen within a months time. It will take more than that…
..How much more? Well, at least three months. After the surgery, you will need to rehab your leg and your whole body, to be able to stand up and walk, at first. Then and only then, you will be able to do all them monkey moves you do in the ring”
The doctor smiles
“ Well, now, no need to be surprised. I know who you are. The great and swift Lynx, the Maximum J Superstar, now fighting for NPW. You see, Lynx, it all depends on you. Will you be able to rise again in the usual heights you fly in? I don’t want to lie to you…
..It will be tough. And even if you manage to go back to one hundred percent, you will still fear the fact that your old injury might get worse. Especially with your fighting style”
The young man looked at his doctor, telling him all he needed to tell him. But the young man, he heard only what he wanted to hear. And that was the fact that he would be able to fight again. And thus the fight against the injury began.
It took four months for him to get back to where he was earlier. And even if he did manage to do so, the uncertainty engulfed him more than ever before. Every time he performed a high risk move, every time he was a daredevil, he feared for his knee.
But even if so, he never lost hope.
He was a fighter, born.
Hearing the Blues..
..The Autumn Blues!
