Post by Eron Hunter on May 9, 2021 13:53:53 GMT -5
The scene is a simple one. A squared circle in the middle of a big room, Eron Hunter is sitting in one of the top turnbuckles, looking at the camera. The calm, young, man seems relaxed, he wears a red t-shirt, with NPW written in black, on it.
“In a day or two, we will be testimonies of an event that has its roots in quite some months ago. Jesse Jamester is looking to end the hopes of Eron Hunter, for a successful career in NPW. I, on the other side, am tired of turning the other cheek and doing nothing, while Jamester runs around ruining my hopes of a good match or two.
Jamester might say this is all business and nothing personal, but I disagree, there´s nothing more personal than a fight in the squared circle. Hopes and wishes clashing against each other. Fighters moonsaulting and powerbombing each other around.
Future title shots on the line; for a talented fighter this is more than enough to consider every fight a personal affair. Some people do this only to get a paycheck, true, but Eron Hunter is not one of them. I am a gifted and talented fighter, have had my shares of belts wherever I might have roamed.
…Except for NPW.
Been around for quite some time now and still not able to get that final shot at grandeur, and to be honest, I might blame Jesse Jamester for being guilty of some shortcomings as far as I am concerned. But as I have said before, I do not blame him; I blame myself for not being able to foresee his actions, although they all have been predictable enough.
This, though, won´t stop me from trying to turn Jamester´s lights out, when the next fight night comes up, it´s been far too long and far too much of a bothersome reality, for me to ignore it. Jamester´s interferences with my business have been far too many and far too stressing, to be ignored.
He might say it’s business as usual, but I disagree.
He is a wounded Jackal; ready to bite his tail, now that Dane is gone and Steel is under new management, running around as The Colossus.
Eric Dane was the ego, Scott Steel the muscle, and Jesse Jamester the mind of the syndicate. This trio thought they could run around NPW ruining everyone´s chances at grandeur, besides their ones. They thought they could rule NPW with an iron fist.
But they failed to do so. Not because of Lord Dominicus or Timeless, but because of their ego. Eric Dane was never a team player, not in the last twenty or so years of business. Now, others around here prefer to be loners, just like I do, but the reason why is different.
I am a loner because I prefer solitude and tranquility. Eric Dane is a loner because he can´t accept the fact that there might be an ego equal to his in this universe. Now, Dane´s ears might be burning. I have mentioned him once or twice already and rightfully so he might say that I have to shut the fuck up because he doesn´t even know who I am. True, he might be right in this case. Yet the reason I have mentioned him is that his affairs meddled with mine, through Jesse Jamester. The Canadian Nightmare, as he prefers calling himself, offered me a spot in the syndicate and I refused. Not because I am full of myself, but because I knew, I knew that there cannot be brotherhood between jackals.
They will start tearing each other apart as soon as they have caught their prey. Just like that, the syndicate, a trio of crooks, fell apart because of the big egos circulating in that “Brotherhood”. The syndicate´s brain, Jesse Jamester, was not brainy enough to foresee that Eric Danes ego is a universe per se, and doesn´t accept coexistence.
Now, Jamester finds himself alone.
His shoulders are broad enough to carry the burden of his actions. If he finds himself in solitude, that is because of his ego and his procedures. Jesse Jamester is a gifted fighter, but he is a failure as a human being.
I too stand alone, but that´s not because of character shortcomings, but because of personal preferences and ways my life has gone through. I have been a Vagabond for a long time. I learned not to attach myself to others, because I would have to leave them behind when the situation arose.
To be able to fight against Jamester I must align myself with Lord Dominicus. He is the current NPW Champion, a status he will try to hang on to for a long time, but with the increasing amount of talent signing every day with NPW, who knows what challenges he might have to face, to be able to call himself the undisputed NPW Champion for long.
Cavanagh, on the other team, I have never faced before, but if he is something like his younger brother then he will be all steam and no substance. Might even be wrong about this, he managed to hang on in that fifty-man rumble for long enough…
….Should be an interesting opponent, to tell the truth.
All in all, this will be the main event. Let´s hope it´s worthy of that name!
I am sure it will be. Because I, for once, have never backed down from a challenge, especially if it helps me settle an old score…”
Eron takes a deep breath and looks down, direction mat, as the scene fades to black.
“In a day or two, we will be testimonies of an event that has its roots in quite some months ago. Jesse Jamester is looking to end the hopes of Eron Hunter, for a successful career in NPW. I, on the other side, am tired of turning the other cheek and doing nothing, while Jamester runs around ruining my hopes of a good match or two.
Jamester might say this is all business and nothing personal, but I disagree, there´s nothing more personal than a fight in the squared circle. Hopes and wishes clashing against each other. Fighters moonsaulting and powerbombing each other around.
Future title shots on the line; for a talented fighter this is more than enough to consider every fight a personal affair. Some people do this only to get a paycheck, true, but Eron Hunter is not one of them. I am a gifted and talented fighter, have had my shares of belts wherever I might have roamed.
…Except for NPW.
Been around for quite some time now and still not able to get that final shot at grandeur, and to be honest, I might blame Jesse Jamester for being guilty of some shortcomings as far as I am concerned. But as I have said before, I do not blame him; I blame myself for not being able to foresee his actions, although they all have been predictable enough.
This, though, won´t stop me from trying to turn Jamester´s lights out, when the next fight night comes up, it´s been far too long and far too much of a bothersome reality, for me to ignore it. Jamester´s interferences with my business have been far too many and far too stressing, to be ignored.
He might say it’s business as usual, but I disagree.
He is a wounded Jackal; ready to bite his tail, now that Dane is gone and Steel is under new management, running around as The Colossus.
Eric Dane was the ego, Scott Steel the muscle, and Jesse Jamester the mind of the syndicate. This trio thought they could run around NPW ruining everyone´s chances at grandeur, besides their ones. They thought they could rule NPW with an iron fist.
But they failed to do so. Not because of Lord Dominicus or Timeless, but because of their ego. Eric Dane was never a team player, not in the last twenty or so years of business. Now, others around here prefer to be loners, just like I do, but the reason why is different.
I am a loner because I prefer solitude and tranquility. Eric Dane is a loner because he can´t accept the fact that there might be an ego equal to his in this universe. Now, Dane´s ears might be burning. I have mentioned him once or twice already and rightfully so he might say that I have to shut the fuck up because he doesn´t even know who I am. True, he might be right in this case. Yet the reason I have mentioned him is that his affairs meddled with mine, through Jesse Jamester. The Canadian Nightmare, as he prefers calling himself, offered me a spot in the syndicate and I refused. Not because I am full of myself, but because I knew, I knew that there cannot be brotherhood between jackals.
They will start tearing each other apart as soon as they have caught their prey. Just like that, the syndicate, a trio of crooks, fell apart because of the big egos circulating in that “Brotherhood”. The syndicate´s brain, Jesse Jamester, was not brainy enough to foresee that Eric Danes ego is a universe per se, and doesn´t accept coexistence.
Now, Jamester finds himself alone.
His shoulders are broad enough to carry the burden of his actions. If he finds himself in solitude, that is because of his ego and his procedures. Jesse Jamester is a gifted fighter, but he is a failure as a human being.
I too stand alone, but that´s not because of character shortcomings, but because of personal preferences and ways my life has gone through. I have been a Vagabond for a long time. I learned not to attach myself to others, because I would have to leave them behind when the situation arose.
To be able to fight against Jamester I must align myself with Lord Dominicus. He is the current NPW Champion, a status he will try to hang on to for a long time, but with the increasing amount of talent signing every day with NPW, who knows what challenges he might have to face, to be able to call himself the undisputed NPW Champion for long.
Cavanagh, on the other team, I have never faced before, but if he is something like his younger brother then he will be all steam and no substance. Might even be wrong about this, he managed to hang on in that fifty-man rumble for long enough…
….Should be an interesting opponent, to tell the truth.
All in all, this will be the main event. Let´s hope it´s worthy of that name!
I am sure it will be. Because I, for once, have never backed down from a challenge, especially if it helps me settle an old score…”
Eron takes a deep breath and looks down, direction mat, as the scene fades to black.
