Post by Eron Hunter on Jan 2, 2021 16:33:49 GMT -5
A fireplace.
The placid flames release some calm sounds. Sounds of wood burning slowly. The fickle light Is barely strong enough to enlighten the immediate surroundings. A cough is heard, the camera moves around the room, searching for the source of that cough. After some instants, it finds its target. There is a comfortable armchair next to the fireplace. A man is sitting on it, his legs covered by a woolen blanket. The man is wearing a black headband and a scarf which covers the lower part of his face, almost completely. After some instants, he starts speaking, in a calm tone.
“In the beginning there was the Tigers Den Dojo. I was thrown out of that place, which I called home, because I refused to cripple a downed opponent. Because I emphasize Dignity and Honor. I was dragged and thrown out, on the cold street.
And thus began my journey, the journey to find a new home. I fought day and night. With Hunger, Durst and Thugs on the streets. I fought to survive and that honed my fighting spirit. I became a combatant of the modern day era. I searched and searched and finally found a place to call Home. A Rakuen, my paradise.
It was the Maximum Japan Wrestling Federation. Based, as the name says, in Japan. It was there that I learned to be a Champion of Pride and Righteousness. I became Lynx, the masked warrior who never surrendered…
..Never quit.
Sadly, that place closed its doors. I had to find a new place to call home. And thus I Found HOSS. Yet even that place closed down after a while. And I was down and out after that!
They found me in a trash bin. Comatose.
Months passed, before I could come back in the land of the living. I had to bring my body and spirit in shape again. And I did. I resumed my training and reached new heights, as far as being a wrestler goes. I was contacted by Gus Arnold to join his federation, the NPW. I knew Gordon Carlson was there. I respected that wrestlers skills and fighting spirit.
And thus I joined NPW.
Everything was going well. I was about to fight for the Cruiser weight Championship. We were about to fight for the World Tag Team Championship belts.
And then it happened!
I had to be sidelined, due to a major knee injury.
Thus I started from scratch again. Learning to walk, with baby-steps, and then learning to fly again. It was strenuous. Painful and Tough. But I managed to come through. I learned to soar high, again. Because I never surrender, I never give up. And that’s some attributes a fighter should have. Don't quit, no resignation.
Thus I am back, again.
Life is full of stress. It eats you alive sometimes. But you should understand that without stress, there would not be any progress. Stress is needed, in order to bring our body into the needed shape. Helps to stay alert and search for a better future. Without stress there would be just stagnation. No forward movement. No bettering of a fighter. Fighters need stress, in order to ignite their spirit.
Its just like them Falling Autumn Leaves.
They fall and make way for the new ones to blossom.
Just like that, we fighters let the old go and embrace the new.
I let my past go, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about it. I learn my lessons from whats gone and make my future brighter, by living in the present. I am a fighter. I live to fight and fighting allows me to live. It’s important for me to fight. To emerge victorious and experienced from every single challenge. That’s what makes a great fighter out of a wannabe brawler.
I fought with drawbacks, more than once In my life. I always emerged victorious. It is who I am and is what I do, being a fighter. And thus I accepted my new, old, challenge. I enrolled in the NPW once again. It is a different place, from what it was months ago. Many gifted individuals fill these very halls. Many talented wrestlers will battle it out for the right at the Cruiserweight Championship Belt.
I am but one of many. But I am not a number among many.
I am the Certainty.
The Dream.
I am, Night.
And my opponents in this tourney will get to know me better, soon enough. “
The man they call Night, throws some more kindling in the fire. The flames start kissing the space above them, rising higher and higher, as the scene fades to black.
The placid flames release some calm sounds. Sounds of wood burning slowly. The fickle light Is barely strong enough to enlighten the immediate surroundings. A cough is heard, the camera moves around the room, searching for the source of that cough. After some instants, it finds its target. There is a comfortable armchair next to the fireplace. A man is sitting on it, his legs covered by a woolen blanket. The man is wearing a black headband and a scarf which covers the lower part of his face, almost completely. After some instants, he starts speaking, in a calm tone.
“In the beginning there was the Tigers Den Dojo. I was thrown out of that place, which I called home, because I refused to cripple a downed opponent. Because I emphasize Dignity and Honor. I was dragged and thrown out, on the cold street.
And thus began my journey, the journey to find a new home. I fought day and night. With Hunger, Durst and Thugs on the streets. I fought to survive and that honed my fighting spirit. I became a combatant of the modern day era. I searched and searched and finally found a place to call Home. A Rakuen, my paradise.
It was the Maximum Japan Wrestling Federation. Based, as the name says, in Japan. It was there that I learned to be a Champion of Pride and Righteousness. I became Lynx, the masked warrior who never surrendered…
..Never quit.
Sadly, that place closed its doors. I had to find a new place to call home. And thus I Found HOSS. Yet even that place closed down after a while. And I was down and out after that!
They found me in a trash bin. Comatose.
Months passed, before I could come back in the land of the living. I had to bring my body and spirit in shape again. And I did. I resumed my training and reached new heights, as far as being a wrestler goes. I was contacted by Gus Arnold to join his federation, the NPW. I knew Gordon Carlson was there. I respected that wrestlers skills and fighting spirit.
And thus I joined NPW.
Everything was going well. I was about to fight for the Cruiser weight Championship. We were about to fight for the World Tag Team Championship belts.
And then it happened!
I had to be sidelined, due to a major knee injury.
Thus I started from scratch again. Learning to walk, with baby-steps, and then learning to fly again. It was strenuous. Painful and Tough. But I managed to come through. I learned to soar high, again. Because I never surrender, I never give up. And that’s some attributes a fighter should have. Don't quit, no resignation.
Thus I am back, again.
Life is full of stress. It eats you alive sometimes. But you should understand that without stress, there would not be any progress. Stress is needed, in order to bring our body into the needed shape. Helps to stay alert and search for a better future. Without stress there would be just stagnation. No forward movement. No bettering of a fighter. Fighters need stress, in order to ignite their spirit.
Its just like them Falling Autumn Leaves.
They fall and make way for the new ones to blossom.
Just like that, we fighters let the old go and embrace the new.
I let my past go, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about it. I learn my lessons from whats gone and make my future brighter, by living in the present. I am a fighter. I live to fight and fighting allows me to live. It’s important for me to fight. To emerge victorious and experienced from every single challenge. That’s what makes a great fighter out of a wannabe brawler.
I fought with drawbacks, more than once In my life. I always emerged victorious. It is who I am and is what I do, being a fighter. And thus I accepted my new, old, challenge. I enrolled in the NPW once again. It is a different place, from what it was months ago. Many gifted individuals fill these very halls. Many talented wrestlers will battle it out for the right at the Cruiserweight Championship Belt.
I am but one of many. But I am not a number among many.
I am the Certainty.
The Dream.
I am, Night.
And my opponents in this tourney will get to know me better, soon enough. “
The man they call Night, throws some more kindling in the fire. The flames start kissing the space above them, rising higher and higher, as the scene fades to black.
