Post by Eron Hunter on Jan 28, 2021 15:30:56 GMT -5
The night was long, the darkness deep and the stars hidden behind clouds.
That´s how it was most of the nighttime, now though, after the clock had ticked 4 am, he could stop staring at the ceiling and throw a glare outside. The small window, near the bed, allowed him to see the stars and the black night sky. Them shining stars, they shone even brighter, in contrast with the darkness surrounding them.
The similarity between that and the situation in his upcoming fight night was clear to see. Even if the odds were against him, even if people sometimes thought he could not manage to beat a second generation wrestler, a veteran of the ring, or two…
…He would always manage to shine, in the end. He would be able to bring it and deliver what no one ever thought he could. That was Eron Hunter´s style, which was what made him a winner. He could bring up the best performance, when he was with his back against the wall, he put up what no one could see coming.
The darker the night, the shinier the star…
He stood up from the bed, the radio was still playing that tranquil evening music. It had played the same tranquil music for the past four or five hours. He found himself near the wooden table, in two giant steps. There was a pack of smokes laying above that table, and he needed to smoke one. That was one of them shortcomings he had, speaking against him, he would be able to smoke a pack or two a day, and that was not the healthiest habit ever.
Bu to each his own.
If he would have no bad habits, he would be perfect, and we all know being perfect is boring.
All he would want was to be perfect in the ring. And he had done what he could, to get as near as he could to that status. Perfect in the ring, now that had a nice sound around it. That was something he would not get tired to train for. The amazing adrenaline rush one had when performing that picture perfect move and the feeling of grandeur when one was able to reach for the victory after that.
Reach for the stars.
We all want to do that, at some point in our life, but are we all able to pay the required price? Many want to be superstars, but are they able to put up with all the limitations that came with being one? For a celebrity that means being able to put up with paparazzi, even when they went to the toilette, for a fighter, being a superstar and a champion meant hours and hours of training a day.
Unable to have time for friends or family.
Was everyone able to do that? Not really. The world is full of skilled fighters who never managed to be heroes of the people, because they valued friends and family more than the life of a champion. And who would blame them? No ordinary human being would. Every stink normal human being valued family and loved ones more than a shiny career in wrestling. That is why many people chose a normal job, with fixed hours of work, instead of a glorious existence as a champion.
Eron Hunter had no friends, or family!
His life was the squared circle. His love was fighting. His family was the crowd cheering him whenever he performed a spectacular move. That is why he was able to put up with hours and hours of exhausting training each and every day. That is why he was always focused at the task at hand. And the usual task at hand, in the family of wrestling, was only one.
Winning.
Feeling the Rush.
Becoming a Champion.
Willing to go that extra mile, the mile no one wanted to travel anymore.
That was what made Eron Hunter a champion, even when he had no title on his shoulder, to brag about, he was a champion. He was the people´s champion. The crowd loved him. Because he was able to put one spectacular move after the other, because he made them feel like being home, because they forgot about their problems when they watched him fight.
That was what made him special.
He was focused at the task at hand, even if the odds were all against him. Chris Cavanagh was a veteran. Had been fighting god knows for how many years, and then he quit. He had been out of the business for many years, now he was back with a vengeance, able to put up one good fight after another.
But the ring rust was still there. Eron could sense it. Chris took his time to react about things. Maybe because he needed more time to recuperate, maybe because he had other things to do, maybe because he had friends and family to take care of.
Eron could understand. He could understand each and every human being he met in the ring. It was his ability, the one that allowed him to see the world with someone else´s eyes and understand each and every one. He knew all about his opponent’s world and before that very opponent could see it coming, they laid there, back on the mat, staring at the ceiling.
…The night was long.
Another sleepless night, for Eron Hunter.
But it didn´t matter. He would be able to sleep, when he went for that final resting place. The one each and every being goes to.
Until then, he could manage to stay up a night or two, and think about his life.
And his life meant only one thing, the fights in that ring.
Five am.
Sleep no more. At least not tonight.
