Post by Eron Hunter on Apr 11, 2022 14:19:13 GMT -5
Sicily
Sunday 09:09 Pm
A warm spring evening.
Sitting on the armchair, which was placed on the veranda in front of the house, Eron Hunter was looking at the fields in front of him. The breeze caressed his hair and the melodic sound of the wind playing with the grass, flowers, and tree branches were putting him at ease.
He took a deep breath, a warm touch played with his mid-long hair. He looked to his left and smiled warmly. His mother was standing by his side smiling too. He shook his head up and down, kissing his mother´s hand. She looked at him for some more instants and went back to the country villa…
… Everything was alright.
He had recovered from his injury, caused during his last fight in the NPW, and had managed to move on with his life. Or so he thought. He had come back to his homeland after he had lost his newly acquired World Championship Belt to Jesse Jamester and had lost a good portion of his health also.
He was desperate at the moment. Nothing could manage to put him at ease. Or so he thought. But the Mediterranean climate, the love of his family, and the placid tempo of things in that part of Europe had had their effect. He was at ease. At first, he thought he had lost everything, but considering it from another point of view, he had achieved much more than he could ever think possible, in these last years and at his young age.
Tournament Winner
Champion
Hall of Famer!
And all of it at the tender age of Twenty Six.
When he left Home, all these years ago, he wanted to become the best fighter ever. And he had managed to do so, in the best federation that had ever existed, in Northern Pro Wrestling. Ill-spirited people could say he lost his World Title Belt sooner than anyone else in history, but they failed to realize something. No one is the best forever. You can be the best for a certain time; a day, a month, or a year or a hundred, but then the time comes in which you have to fall.
What makes someone a champion is not only the way he goes on when winning, it is also how he deals with reality when losing. And that, dear friends, is what champions are truly made of. It’s not only how you fly when you rise among the stars, it is also how you stand up when falling, with broken wings. And Eron Hunter had managed to stand up again, just like he had managed to do in the past, a plethora of times. He truly felt like a champion and there was nothing that would take that feeling away from him. Twenty-Seven years old now, and still a whole life standing in front of him. The path in front of the man was long and arduous, and he had traveled but a small fraction of it.
He thought it was all over, though…
… When he lost that World Title and suffered that injury, he thought he was done with Wrestling!
He had achieved a lot, more than enough, and it was now time to move on. That meant going back home to his family. Run the family business, drink a beer or two with childhood friends, and marry the love of his life. Life couldn’t be calmer and more secure. Or so he thought.
Now, months after his retirement, it all came back to him.
He ran the family business;
It was all so easy
He had his drinks with his friends;
It all was so calm
He could marry if he wanted;
Only not the love of his life, for she had moved on years before.
He did all of it, it was all so warm and welcoming for a restless heart, broken bones, and disillusioned mind…
…But it was not enough!
After he recovered from his injury, it all came back to him. The cheering of the fans, the adrenaline rush after those hard-to-pull-off moves, the feeling of achievement after winning a fight, he missed all of it. More than ever, now more than ever before he wanted to go back and be what he could be best.
A Warrior
A Fighter
A Champion!
Again.
Northern Pro Wrestling was no more though. Gus Arnold had retired and closed up shop. So where could he go? Where could he fight and be what he wanted to be more than anything else? The answer was an easy enough one. Where his brethren, his allies, and his opponents had gone. Many of them were no longer there, but a few of them had gathered together in a place. A place called Wrestle: UK. And luckily enough a Battle Royale Fight was going on, on the next fight night.
The winner would become a champion.
What better way to restart the engines?
No better way.
He shook his head, smiled warmly, and crossed his arms on his chest while leaning back on the armchair. The spring had come after a cold and long winter. And just like the seasons change and come back again, one after the other, just like that a life has to move a step back, sometimes, to move three steps forward.
And thus the circle of life goes on
What we thought about as lost and gone, presents itself again to us in a new light.
Hello Fighting World.
It´s me, Eron Hunter, knocking on your door again.
Open up.
Sunday 09:09 Pm
A warm spring evening.
Sitting on the armchair, which was placed on the veranda in front of the house, Eron Hunter was looking at the fields in front of him. The breeze caressed his hair and the melodic sound of the wind playing with the grass, flowers, and tree branches were putting him at ease.
He took a deep breath, a warm touch played with his mid-long hair. He looked to his left and smiled warmly. His mother was standing by his side smiling too. He shook his head up and down, kissing his mother´s hand. She looked at him for some more instants and went back to the country villa…
… Everything was alright.
He had recovered from his injury, caused during his last fight in the NPW, and had managed to move on with his life. Or so he thought. He had come back to his homeland after he had lost his newly acquired World Championship Belt to Jesse Jamester and had lost a good portion of his health also.
He was desperate at the moment. Nothing could manage to put him at ease. Or so he thought. But the Mediterranean climate, the love of his family, and the placid tempo of things in that part of Europe had had their effect. He was at ease. At first, he thought he had lost everything, but considering it from another point of view, he had achieved much more than he could ever think possible, in these last years and at his young age.
Tournament Winner
Champion
Hall of Famer!
And all of it at the tender age of Twenty Six.
When he left Home, all these years ago, he wanted to become the best fighter ever. And he had managed to do so, in the best federation that had ever existed, in Northern Pro Wrestling. Ill-spirited people could say he lost his World Title Belt sooner than anyone else in history, but they failed to realize something. No one is the best forever. You can be the best for a certain time; a day, a month, or a year or a hundred, but then the time comes in which you have to fall.
What makes someone a champion is not only the way he goes on when winning, it is also how he deals with reality when losing. And that, dear friends, is what champions are truly made of. It’s not only how you fly when you rise among the stars, it is also how you stand up when falling, with broken wings. And Eron Hunter had managed to stand up again, just like he had managed to do in the past, a plethora of times. He truly felt like a champion and there was nothing that would take that feeling away from him. Twenty-Seven years old now, and still a whole life standing in front of him. The path in front of the man was long and arduous, and he had traveled but a small fraction of it.
He thought it was all over, though…
… When he lost that World Title and suffered that injury, he thought he was done with Wrestling!
He had achieved a lot, more than enough, and it was now time to move on. That meant going back home to his family. Run the family business, drink a beer or two with childhood friends, and marry the love of his life. Life couldn’t be calmer and more secure. Or so he thought.
Now, months after his retirement, it all came back to him.
He ran the family business;
It was all so easy
He had his drinks with his friends;
It all was so calm
He could marry if he wanted;
Only not the love of his life, for she had moved on years before.
He did all of it, it was all so warm and welcoming for a restless heart, broken bones, and disillusioned mind…
…But it was not enough!
After he recovered from his injury, it all came back to him. The cheering of the fans, the adrenaline rush after those hard-to-pull-off moves, the feeling of achievement after winning a fight, he missed all of it. More than ever, now more than ever before he wanted to go back and be what he could be best.
A Warrior
A Fighter
A Champion!
Again.
Northern Pro Wrestling was no more though. Gus Arnold had retired and closed up shop. So where could he go? Where could he fight and be what he wanted to be more than anything else? The answer was an easy enough one. Where his brethren, his allies, and his opponents had gone. Many of them were no longer there, but a few of them had gathered together in a place. A place called Wrestle: UK. And luckily enough a Battle Royale Fight was going on, on the next fight night.
The winner would become a champion.
What better way to restart the engines?
No better way.
He shook his head, smiled warmly, and crossed his arms on his chest while leaning back on the armchair. The spring had come after a cold and long winter. And just like the seasons change and come back again, one after the other, just like that a life has to move a step back, sometimes, to move three steps forward.
And thus the circle of life goes on
What we thought about as lost and gone, presents itself again to us in a new light.
Hello Fighting World.
It´s me, Eron Hunter, knocking on your door again.
Open up.
