Post by Eron Hunter on Apr 19, 2021 12:55:01 GMT -5
He is sitting on the veranda, watching as the rain pours down from the dark grey sky. The sky is crying, it does such a thing now and then, and then suddenly when you think it will never stop, the sun shines again. But for the moment, the sky is crying and does so with such a fury, you think its heart will explode and come out on its own, from that sad sky´s chest.
If the sky had a heart, what would it beat for?
Would it beat for the love of the moon?
The jealousy of the clouds?
Would it beat just for the sake of beating?
Eron Hunter didn´t know. He knew he had a heart and he knew what it strokes for. It stroke for the love he had for the fight. The passion he felt for the Pro-Wrestling. He knew what he loved and that was the squared circle and the fans cheering his name.
He knew he was not the only one. He knew Myojin loved to be the XHF Junior Heavyweight champion. He also knew Jay Stevens longed to be recognized as a standalone superstar, free from the shadow of his lineage. He understood that Jesse Jamester had a passion for being the strongest fighter possible.
Eron Hunter knew that each warrior of the squared circle had his feelings and his dreams to fight for. Every one of them came into the arena with a resolution of his own. When the wills clashed, so did the dreams. Only the strongest prevailed.
Eron Hunter loved the fight. He had given up so much, for the sake of wrestling, it was only logical that he expected great results from his challenges and his fights. He was sure so did everyone else in the federation he fought in and in every other federation, for that matter.
He longed for the exceptional moments, in which the fans cheered his name, to celebrate a victory or to consulate him for a suffered loss. There was nothing like the moment in which he bathed in the cheers of the arena. The adrenaline rush felt in those moments was awesome.
That´s why he fought and that´s why he accepted one challenge after the other; that´s why after winning one tournament, he immediately signed up for another. The resolve Eron felt, was strong. It leads him towards the path of victory. Yes, he was always a winner, no matter the result of a fight.
The tournament day was close.
He had to get ready. The next days were the final stage of the preparation that had begun weeks ago. The training was part of his daily routine, just like it was for every other wrestler out there. The difference was in the focus. Almost no one could focus on a fight as Eron Hunter did. He had no problems ditching everything else that crossed his path, to focus on an upcoming fight.
The rain continued to pour down furiously.
Eron Hunter didn´t care. He was not made of sugar; he wouldn’t melt because of some water drops. Standing up he turned his back to the horizon in front of him and entered the room. There was a raincoat hanging there and an umbrella too.
The big bag near the door was patiently waiting for him. He grabbed it and the umbrella and went out of the door, carefully closing it behind him. The time was right for the final stage of his preparation. He knew what he had to do and how to do it.
Dusty old gym…
City´s outskirts.
Eron Hunter appeared at the door, shaking his raincoat, while the water drops spread around the place. He left his bag down. It fell with a thud, raising dust around it. He coughed for some instants as he made his way towards the gym´s interior.
The squared circle stood in the middle of the room, while the punching bags spread around it. No one had used this place for some time now. Eron Hunter was the sole owner of the place, for quite some time now. He hadn´t felt the need to train so isolated in ages.
Surely, he had had fierce matches and tournaments before this one, but no one of them was a test of endurance like this. Three matches in one night, one more difficult than the other. While the matches rose in difficulty, with the final one being the main event of the night, the stamina fell one match after the other.
The situation was extreme and called for extreme measures. Sure, Eron Hunter had almost no friends and his pieces of training were all a solitude affair, but this one would have to be the fiercest of them, for a while now. He would train day and night in this dusty old gym and would see nothing and no one for a week or so. Sleeping only when he couldn´t stay up anymore, eating only when necessary.
This is how Eron Hunter would train for the upcoming tournament.
He was sure he was not the only one training with special care, for the upcoming event. He just had to make sure his training was the only one successful enough, to bring him the final victory of the night, and the accolade that came with it.
The rain kept pouring down.
Fiercely.
But just like the sun shines, after each storm.
Just like that, the tranquil days would follow in Hunter´s life.
For only some instants. Calmly ending and leaving their place to other fighting stress and other fierce challenges. It was Eron Hunter's life, and he wouldn´t want it any other way.
If the sky had a heart, what would it beat for?
Would it beat for the love of the moon?
The jealousy of the clouds?
Would it beat just for the sake of beating?
Eron Hunter didn´t know. He knew he had a heart and he knew what it strokes for. It stroke for the love he had for the fight. The passion he felt for the Pro-Wrestling. He knew what he loved and that was the squared circle and the fans cheering his name.
He knew he was not the only one. He knew Myojin loved to be the XHF Junior Heavyweight champion. He also knew Jay Stevens longed to be recognized as a standalone superstar, free from the shadow of his lineage. He understood that Jesse Jamester had a passion for being the strongest fighter possible.
Eron Hunter knew that each warrior of the squared circle had his feelings and his dreams to fight for. Every one of them came into the arena with a resolution of his own. When the wills clashed, so did the dreams. Only the strongest prevailed.
Eron Hunter loved the fight. He had given up so much, for the sake of wrestling, it was only logical that he expected great results from his challenges and his fights. He was sure so did everyone else in the federation he fought in and in every other federation, for that matter.
He longed for the exceptional moments, in which the fans cheered his name, to celebrate a victory or to consulate him for a suffered loss. There was nothing like the moment in which he bathed in the cheers of the arena. The adrenaline rush felt in those moments was awesome.
That´s why he fought and that´s why he accepted one challenge after the other; that´s why after winning one tournament, he immediately signed up for another. The resolve Eron felt, was strong. It leads him towards the path of victory. Yes, he was always a winner, no matter the result of a fight.
The tournament day was close.
He had to get ready. The next days were the final stage of the preparation that had begun weeks ago. The training was part of his daily routine, just like it was for every other wrestler out there. The difference was in the focus. Almost no one could focus on a fight as Eron Hunter did. He had no problems ditching everything else that crossed his path, to focus on an upcoming fight.
The rain continued to pour down furiously.
Eron Hunter didn´t care. He was not made of sugar; he wouldn’t melt because of some water drops. Standing up he turned his back to the horizon in front of him and entered the room. There was a raincoat hanging there and an umbrella too.
The big bag near the door was patiently waiting for him. He grabbed it and the umbrella and went out of the door, carefully closing it behind him. The time was right for the final stage of his preparation. He knew what he had to do and how to do it.
***
Dusty old gym…
City´s outskirts.
Eron Hunter appeared at the door, shaking his raincoat, while the water drops spread around the place. He left his bag down. It fell with a thud, raising dust around it. He coughed for some instants as he made his way towards the gym´s interior.
The squared circle stood in the middle of the room, while the punching bags spread around it. No one had used this place for some time now. Eron Hunter was the sole owner of the place, for quite some time now. He hadn´t felt the need to train so isolated in ages.
Surely, he had had fierce matches and tournaments before this one, but no one of them was a test of endurance like this. Three matches in one night, one more difficult than the other. While the matches rose in difficulty, with the final one being the main event of the night, the stamina fell one match after the other.
The situation was extreme and called for extreme measures. Sure, Eron Hunter had almost no friends and his pieces of training were all a solitude affair, but this one would have to be the fiercest of them, for a while now. He would train day and night in this dusty old gym and would see nothing and no one for a week or so. Sleeping only when he couldn´t stay up anymore, eating only when necessary.
This is how Eron Hunter would train for the upcoming tournament.
He was sure he was not the only one training with special care, for the upcoming event. He just had to make sure his training was the only one successful enough, to bring him the final victory of the night, and the accolade that came with it.
The rain kept pouring down.
Fiercely.
But just like the sun shines, after each storm.
Just like that, the tranquil days would follow in Hunter´s life.
For only some instants. Calmly ending and leaving their place to other fighting stress and other fierce challenges. It was Eron Hunter's life, and he wouldn´t want it any other way.
