Post by Eron Hunter on Jan 3, 2021 19:17:03 GMT -5
Near morning.
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
He stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down, at the tranquil ocean. The waves advanced and retreated, kissing the stones of the shore, over and over again. A centuries old game of apparent love, which ended in destruction of the seeming strongest. The stone gave up and was shaped by the water.
Calm, systematic and ever changing.
The old and black trench coat he was wearing danced with the wind. His hair too. Yet, he didn’t seem to care. He was lost in thoughts. The new age melody, resounding in his brain was accompanied by pictures of fights long gone. Was it true that he had been fighting for so long, at such a young age? Was it possible that the years in which he fought were more than the years in which he did not?
It was so.
Time surely does fly. In the same moment you become conscious of this fact, that same moment you notice that time flies away at a faster pace. Even more so when you do everything possible to stop it from fading away. All you can do, is mourn the fact that you haven’t done what you should have done. That is what happens when you’ve lost too many chances in your life and the time to recover them chances is not enough anymore.
Then, there are others, whom look at their past with a sense of accomplishment and accept the fact that what is gone,is gone and can not be retrieved. They live the rest of their short existence in peace. He would surely be one of those, when the time would come. He would be one to live his existence without regrets, because in his time, he had done everything and more, to reach his own goals.
He took a deep drag from the cigarette. And another one.
Why are all the things we love to do, such a danger for our own existence? He looked at the cigarette, in his right hand, and shook his head slowly. It’s because we find all what's dangerous interesting to do. We live for the minute and love them exciting things we can do in a moment.
Well, It starts like that, and then…
..It becomes a drug. You become addicted and have almost no chance in hell about getting free from that habit. It was like that for him and wrestling. He started fighting because it was the only thing he could do, and ended up doing it because it was the only thing he wanted to do. The brain sent its impulses to the whole body. It was in search of that rush the adrenaline gave to him.
Some do it with sky diving.
Some with Bungee Jumping.
He did It with somersaults and moonsaults. He gave the much needed adrenaline rush, to his body, through fighting. He loved the fight. It was all he wanted to do. He loved getting high in the ranks even more so, and fighting for the championship belts, above all else.
That’s why he found himself more and more, in challenging situations. This time it was a Cruiserweight Tourney for the Cruiserweight Championship Belt. His first two fights? Tyrone Walker and Jay Steevens. Two fighters he did not know much about. Well, he knew that Walker was the tourney winner in the past year and thus, he understood that this fight was not a walk in the park, as many would presume. He had to give it all he got, right from the start in this tourney.
It wouldn’t be easy. He was still not one hundred percent free from the fear of re injuring his knee and facing someone lie Walker, would do the task even more so difficult to master. He had to fight two fights in one, right away from the start. The fight with Walker and the fight with Himself. And he had to, had to emerge victorious. There was no other way to go about it.
And should he emerge victorious in the first fight, there was an even fiercer challenge in front of him, in the second round of the tournament. Jay Stevens was no pushover, totally the opposite. He was a third generation wrestler,as far as Night knew, and not an easy fight by all means. How can you easily beat someone whom eats, breaths and lives wrestling in every moment of his life. Stevens’s existence was shaped by wrestlers, for wrestling, since he could barely remember. Night was sure that Stevens knew all the tactics an adversary would use, right before that adversary started to use them.
Not easy beating him.
Totally the opposite.
Yet even someone like Stevens, had his shortcomings. He would always be under the pressure of over performing, in every fight. That would bring an insane amount of stress up and about. We all know that stress is needed, but it is needed in moderate amounts. If it becomes too much, not only does it destroy your organism, in the long run, but It also affects your performance in the ring.
That was Jay’s disadvantage, he had to win, at all costs, otherwise he would not be able to face his beloved ones and see them right in the eyes. Night was not like that, even if he, too, was driven by the need of success, he wouldn’t make a catastrophe about a loss or two.
All the fighters would have to fly high, in order to achieve something in this tourney.
Soaring High.
That came with a price. And not everyone was willing to pay that price in their existence.
Night was. He was ready to do anything possible and allowed by his morals, in order to fly high.
Soar High.
Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
He stood on the edge of a cliff, looking down, at the tranquil ocean. The waves advanced and retreated, kissing the stones of the shore, over and over again. A centuries old game of apparent love, which ended in destruction of the seeming strongest. The stone gave up and was shaped by the water.
Calm, systematic and ever changing.
The old and black trench coat he was wearing danced with the wind. His hair too. Yet, he didn’t seem to care. He was lost in thoughts. The new age melody, resounding in his brain was accompanied by pictures of fights long gone. Was it true that he had been fighting for so long, at such a young age? Was it possible that the years in which he fought were more than the years in which he did not?
It was so.
Time surely does fly. In the same moment you become conscious of this fact, that same moment you notice that time flies away at a faster pace. Even more so when you do everything possible to stop it from fading away. All you can do, is mourn the fact that you haven’t done what you should have done. That is what happens when you’ve lost too many chances in your life and the time to recover them chances is not enough anymore.
Then, there are others, whom look at their past with a sense of accomplishment and accept the fact that what is gone,is gone and can not be retrieved. They live the rest of their short existence in peace. He would surely be one of those, when the time would come. He would be one to live his existence without regrets, because in his time, he had done everything and more, to reach his own goals.
He took a deep drag from the cigarette. And another one.
Why are all the things we love to do, such a danger for our own existence? He looked at the cigarette, in his right hand, and shook his head slowly. It’s because we find all what's dangerous interesting to do. We live for the minute and love them exciting things we can do in a moment.
Well, It starts like that, and then…
..It becomes a drug. You become addicted and have almost no chance in hell about getting free from that habit. It was like that for him and wrestling. He started fighting because it was the only thing he could do, and ended up doing it because it was the only thing he wanted to do. The brain sent its impulses to the whole body. It was in search of that rush the adrenaline gave to him.
Some do it with sky diving.
Some with Bungee Jumping.
He did It with somersaults and moonsaults. He gave the much needed adrenaline rush, to his body, through fighting. He loved the fight. It was all he wanted to do. He loved getting high in the ranks even more so, and fighting for the championship belts, above all else.
That’s why he found himself more and more, in challenging situations. This time it was a Cruiserweight Tourney for the Cruiserweight Championship Belt. His first two fights? Tyrone Walker and Jay Steevens. Two fighters he did not know much about. Well, he knew that Walker was the tourney winner in the past year and thus, he understood that this fight was not a walk in the park, as many would presume. He had to give it all he got, right from the start in this tourney.
It wouldn’t be easy. He was still not one hundred percent free from the fear of re injuring his knee and facing someone lie Walker, would do the task even more so difficult to master. He had to fight two fights in one, right away from the start. The fight with Walker and the fight with Himself. And he had to, had to emerge victorious. There was no other way to go about it.
And should he emerge victorious in the first fight, there was an even fiercer challenge in front of him, in the second round of the tournament. Jay Stevens was no pushover, totally the opposite. He was a third generation wrestler,as far as Night knew, and not an easy fight by all means. How can you easily beat someone whom eats, breaths and lives wrestling in every moment of his life. Stevens’s existence was shaped by wrestlers, for wrestling, since he could barely remember. Night was sure that Stevens knew all the tactics an adversary would use, right before that adversary started to use them.
Not easy beating him.
Totally the opposite.
Yet even someone like Stevens, had his shortcomings. He would always be under the pressure of over performing, in every fight. That would bring an insane amount of stress up and about. We all know that stress is needed, but it is needed in moderate amounts. If it becomes too much, not only does it destroy your organism, in the long run, but It also affects your performance in the ring.
That was Jay’s disadvantage, he had to win, at all costs, otherwise he would not be able to face his beloved ones and see them right in the eyes. Night was not like that, even if he, too, was driven by the need of success, he wouldn’t make a catastrophe about a loss or two.
All the fighters would have to fly high, in order to achieve something in this tourney.
Soaring High.
That came with a price. And not everyone was willing to pay that price in their existence.
Night was. He was ready to do anything possible and allowed by his morals, in order to fly high.
Soar High.
