Remember When ( Honor Rp2)
Sept 9, 2021 14:44:37 GMT -5
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Post by Eron Hunter on Sept 9, 2021 14:44:37 GMT -5
It was a beginning autumn evening. He sat on a bench, near the pier, looking at the stars that filled the clear night sky. He took a deep breath and continued his swim in the waters of his past, reminiscing when…
Remember when
He was a whippersnapper, chasing crows and lizards, collecting snails and roses. He was so small but full of energy. Climbing hills and running downhill, smiling and laughing out loud with his childhood friends, walking miles and miles with his old dog, his pal, and buddy that followed him everywhere. The days were long and full of things to discover and wonder about. He was so young but always willing to learn. He loved to read books about heroes and wondrous adventures. Adventures he wished he could live and experience in the first person
Remember when
He took off on a journey, walking towards the unknown, leaving everything behind.
The only thing he took with him was a suitcase full of dreams…
He left his father´s stories behind. His mother's hugs and kisses. His first love´s blue eyes. He walked away at the morning´s first hours, while everyone was still sleeping and dreaming. He left them all behind so that he could fulfill his ideals. His ideas were those of a fighter, someone who wished to become the strongest and fight the strongest, toughest battles, louder cheers,strongest adversaries. He fought and fought after he left home behind. His days were made out of battles, every moment. He sometimes felt tired and longed for his father´s stories, his mother´s hugs and kisses, and his love´s blue eyes. But he kept on fighting, knowing very well he had made sacrifices, and that those sacrifices were made for a reason. He felt nostalgic many times, but he never gave up and never broke. He knew his dreams and what he had to do to achieve them.
Remember when
He thought he found home, in the Tiger´s Den Dojo, only to be thrown out like a piece of meat, because he refused to cripple his opponent, his friend whom he called brother, just like he called brothers all of the other dojo students. He was a young man who fought for his ideals and dreams, and his ideals hindered him when it came to walking over cadavers, just so that he could achieve victory. Victory at all costs, even at the costs of someone else´s health and life was not in his rules book. He was thrown out and rejected by a master he loved almost like a father. He lost someplace he called home, but at least he didn´t lose himself…
Remember when
He finally managed to get his Bachelors's Degree, with excellent grades, even if everyone believed he would fail because he was just a fighter after all. Because he came from a rich family and had never managed to do something on his own, or so they said, so they thought, forgetting they were swimming in controversy. Because he was a fighter, he had fought for years and years to reach that point in his life when he could decide for himself what the best course of action was and what sacrifices could be made, for him to achieve what he wanted, and he had achieved all that he wanted up until that point in his life. He was a fighter, a wrestler, and had a Bachelors's Degree at Twenty-One years of age, an age in which many still didn´t know what to do with their lives. An age of dreams and wishes, dreams and wishes he had had since he was a snot-nosed punk, dreams, and wishes he had fought for with all his might and heart. And he had managed to achieve what he wanted because his vision was clear and his heart was full of power.
Remember when
Thirty seemed so old…
…now near it at Twenty-Six Years of age, he knew that age was just a stepping stone towards what he wished the most, that being to become the most recognized European Wrestler of all times. Better than anyone else before him, greater than anyone after him. He was sure he would manage to become that which he had wished for so much. Too many had been his sacrifices, too long had it been his solitude, and too many his heartaches for him to fail at achieving what he wanted. He had fought immense battles and had overcome incredible odds, now it was time for him to become a Crowned Fighter, in a place he called home.
He Remembered when
He first became a champion, a champion for the first time in his young life, over at MJPW a place he called house and loved so much. But just like everything has a beginning, everything has an end too, and MJPW met its end one of the days, and thus Eron Hunter had to resume his travels, searching for a new place to call home, fighting day and night. Sometimes he fought hunger; sometimes he fought against the winter cold, and finally, he could find NPW…
… His new home.
Now he would have to fight one of the most difficult fights of his young life. Not only would he have to fight adversaries who were evil and vile, but he would also have to fight against his habits. He was a major league solitarian, but now he would have to leave this habit behind and learn to trust other people, people like Jamester and Dominicus.
Would he be victorious?
Time would tell.
After all was said and done, he would have to look back and…
..Remember when…
Remember when
He was a whippersnapper, chasing crows and lizards, collecting snails and roses. He was so small but full of energy. Climbing hills and running downhill, smiling and laughing out loud with his childhood friends, walking miles and miles with his old dog, his pal, and buddy that followed him everywhere. The days were long and full of things to discover and wonder about. He was so young but always willing to learn. He loved to read books about heroes and wondrous adventures. Adventures he wished he could live and experience in the first person
Remember when
He took off on a journey, walking towards the unknown, leaving everything behind.
The only thing he took with him was a suitcase full of dreams…
He left his father´s stories behind. His mother's hugs and kisses. His first love´s blue eyes. He walked away at the morning´s first hours, while everyone was still sleeping and dreaming. He left them all behind so that he could fulfill his ideals. His ideas were those of a fighter, someone who wished to become the strongest and fight the strongest, toughest battles, louder cheers,strongest adversaries. He fought and fought after he left home behind. His days were made out of battles, every moment. He sometimes felt tired and longed for his father´s stories, his mother´s hugs and kisses, and his love´s blue eyes. But he kept on fighting, knowing very well he had made sacrifices, and that those sacrifices were made for a reason. He felt nostalgic many times, but he never gave up and never broke. He knew his dreams and what he had to do to achieve them.
Remember when
He thought he found home, in the Tiger´s Den Dojo, only to be thrown out like a piece of meat, because he refused to cripple his opponent, his friend whom he called brother, just like he called brothers all of the other dojo students. He was a young man who fought for his ideals and dreams, and his ideals hindered him when it came to walking over cadavers, just so that he could achieve victory. Victory at all costs, even at the costs of someone else´s health and life was not in his rules book. He was thrown out and rejected by a master he loved almost like a father. He lost someplace he called home, but at least he didn´t lose himself…
Remember when
He finally managed to get his Bachelors's Degree, with excellent grades, even if everyone believed he would fail because he was just a fighter after all. Because he came from a rich family and had never managed to do something on his own, or so they said, so they thought, forgetting they were swimming in controversy. Because he was a fighter, he had fought for years and years to reach that point in his life when he could decide for himself what the best course of action was and what sacrifices could be made, for him to achieve what he wanted, and he had achieved all that he wanted up until that point in his life. He was a fighter, a wrestler, and had a Bachelors's Degree at Twenty-One years of age, an age in which many still didn´t know what to do with their lives. An age of dreams and wishes, dreams and wishes he had had since he was a snot-nosed punk, dreams, and wishes he had fought for with all his might and heart. And he had managed to achieve what he wanted because his vision was clear and his heart was full of power.
Remember when
Thirty seemed so old…
…now near it at Twenty-Six Years of age, he knew that age was just a stepping stone towards what he wished the most, that being to become the most recognized European Wrestler of all times. Better than anyone else before him, greater than anyone after him. He was sure he would manage to become that which he had wished for so much. Too many had been his sacrifices, too long had it been his solitude, and too many his heartaches for him to fail at achieving what he wanted. He had fought immense battles and had overcome incredible odds, now it was time for him to become a Crowned Fighter, in a place he called home.
He Remembered when
He first became a champion, a champion for the first time in his young life, over at MJPW a place he called house and loved so much. But just like everything has a beginning, everything has an end too, and MJPW met its end one of the days, and thus Eron Hunter had to resume his travels, searching for a new place to call home, fighting day and night. Sometimes he fought hunger; sometimes he fought against the winter cold, and finally, he could find NPW…
… His new home.
Now he would have to fight one of the most difficult fights of his young life. Not only would he have to fight adversaries who were evil and vile, but he would also have to fight against his habits. He was a major league solitarian, but now he would have to leave this habit behind and learn to trust other people, people like Jamester and Dominicus.
Would he be victorious?
Time would tell.
After all was said and done, he would have to look back and…
..Remember when…