Post by Crimson Mask II on May 11, 2022 14:37:01 GMT -5
Inhale...
...Exhale
He was sitting on the sofa, looking at the TV, smoking his cigarette.
White Noise!
That was all that was coming from the TV.
Yet, he was watching an entire blockbuster movie, on that same TV.
It was his life.
In the Ring
And
Out of it.
The fights, the glory, the exhilarating moments of his career.
The moment he left his home and his family, at age sixteen, to live the life of a vagabond and try to become the best fighter possible.
The moment he won his first major title in, what he called his home away from home, MJPW.
The World Championship in one of the best federations ever, NPW.
And the pinnacle of it all, the Hall Of Fame, in that same NPW.
But everything is a single fleeting moment and nothing lasts forever. There he was, again, trying to compete in a new environment. A new, old, environment. He was engulfed in emotions like seldom before. Something unexpected had happened; an old love had resurfaced in his world, in the World of Wrestling. Hardkore World was back again, trying to become the summit of everything fighting, once again.
Now, he had accomplished almost everything in the fighting world at his young age, but he knew that it all meant more or less nothing to the people in this federation. They were talented, surely, and they couldn´t care less about you and your accomplishments. He, Lynx, or Eron Hunter, would have to prove himself to the wrestlers in there and the powers that be from scratch again.
The cigarette was almost completely burnt, burning his fingers but he didn´t notice. Standing up from the sofa, he paced towards the small window at his left. A small table stood near the window, and above it, there was a bottle of Whiskey and the Lynx mask near it. Eron took the bottle, taking some big sips out of it until he couldn´t anymore.
What would be necessary, for him to stand his ground in this new environment? The Hardkore World he knew and remembered was the top of the top in its heydays, but it was also a tough place to be. The people fighting there didn´t award respect for nothing, you had to be a tough piece of trash and thick-skinned to boot.
He shook his head, looking at the Whiskey Bottle.
Then he looked at the mask.
…He smiled
He took the mask, put it on, and took a few deep breaths afterward.
Eron Hunter
No
Lynx.
He didn´t need to worry, all he would have to do was be himself. Everything would work out in the end, just like it had worked out before.
He didn´t have to grasp for thin air
Nor did he have to force respect, for respect can’t be forced nor can it be imposed.
It must be earned!
All he would have to do was fight like he always did.
Live like he always did.
Walk the road with his head high and exist with Honor and Dignity.
Nothing else.
The night was young and the whiskey plenty. He sat there, near the window, looking at the stars that filled the sky. They shone like they always did because that was what they always did and always were. They were simply there because it simply was so.
Nothing more, nothing less.
He smiled.
The scene opens up with a man, wearing a feline mask, standing in front of the camera, Hardkore World banner behind him. It´s Lynx. He crosses his arms on his chest, takes a few deep breaths, and begins speaking in a calm tone.
“My first fight in this company I so much respect
…and it is a tough one, I must admit.
My first opponent?
The Sheik
A man who takes pride in calling himself the King of Violence and Terror.
A man who seeks respect, asking for it in brutal ways.
Who thinks he can instill fear in the hearts of his opponent.”
Lynx shakes his head slowly, fixing his mask afterward, and resumes his speech, now in a more secure manner
“Well, Sheik, I must admit I know what fear is. Only the Foolish and the Psychotic do not sense fear, for it is a useful emotion indeed. That sense of alarm when danger approaches, that feeling of adrenaline before deciding to run or fight, everything of it is necessary for one's survival. But there is a subtle difference between knowing fear and living a life full of it. And if you think I am paralyzed with fear, when I think about our upcoming fight, you are wrong.
I am a self-made man.
I have suffered Hunger
I have had bones Broken
I have experienced Betrayal.
Why do you think you can teach me the ways of Terror? I must stand there and correct you if you truly think you can, for I know very well what terror is, I simply have chosen not to shake in fear in front of it. I am brave because I have faced fear and horror and have survived, not because I’ve run away from it to tell the story”
Lynx points at the camera, and gives a thumbs down, before speaking again.
“Sheik
If you want respect you must earn it. Just like I must too
You cannot impose it
… Imposed respect is based on Violence and Fear and if there is no cause anymore for fear, there is no reason for imposed Respect anymore. Do you want to win? You want to make me succumb to pain and blood? I dare you to try. I may be young and inexperienced in the ways of Dread, but I am not so inexperienced in the ways of Wrestling. And that is all that our upcoming fight is about.
Wrestling.
And if I cannot Out-Terror you, because I don’t want to, I can sure as Hell outsmart and outwrestle you, because I simply can. I might be fresh meat in Hardkore World, but I am not a dead one. I can kick, sprint, and out-suplex you at any given time.
And if I can´t?
…Well I surely will try or die doing so”
Lynx crosses his arms on his chest again, turning his back on the camera after a few instants, as the scene slowly fades to black.
...Exhale
He was sitting on the sofa, looking at the TV, smoking his cigarette.
White Noise!
That was all that was coming from the TV.
Yet, he was watching an entire blockbuster movie, on that same TV.
It was his life.
In the Ring
And
Out of it.
The fights, the glory, the exhilarating moments of his career.
The moment he left his home and his family, at age sixteen, to live the life of a vagabond and try to become the best fighter possible.
The moment he won his first major title in, what he called his home away from home, MJPW.
The World Championship in one of the best federations ever, NPW.
And the pinnacle of it all, the Hall Of Fame, in that same NPW.
But everything is a single fleeting moment and nothing lasts forever. There he was, again, trying to compete in a new environment. A new, old, environment. He was engulfed in emotions like seldom before. Something unexpected had happened; an old love had resurfaced in his world, in the World of Wrestling. Hardkore World was back again, trying to become the summit of everything fighting, once again.
Now, he had accomplished almost everything in the fighting world at his young age, but he knew that it all meant more or less nothing to the people in this federation. They were talented, surely, and they couldn´t care less about you and your accomplishments. He, Lynx, or Eron Hunter, would have to prove himself to the wrestlers in there and the powers that be from scratch again.
The cigarette was almost completely burnt, burning his fingers but he didn´t notice. Standing up from the sofa, he paced towards the small window at his left. A small table stood near the window, and above it, there was a bottle of Whiskey and the Lynx mask near it. Eron took the bottle, taking some big sips out of it until he couldn´t anymore.
What would be necessary, for him to stand his ground in this new environment? The Hardkore World he knew and remembered was the top of the top in its heydays, but it was also a tough place to be. The people fighting there didn´t award respect for nothing, you had to be a tough piece of trash and thick-skinned to boot.
He shook his head, looking at the Whiskey Bottle.
Then he looked at the mask.
…He smiled
He took the mask, put it on, and took a few deep breaths afterward.
Eron Hunter
No
Lynx.
He didn´t need to worry, all he would have to do was be himself. Everything would work out in the end, just like it had worked out before.
He didn´t have to grasp for thin air
Nor did he have to force respect, for respect can’t be forced nor can it be imposed.
It must be earned!
All he would have to do was fight like he always did.
Live like he always did.
Walk the road with his head high and exist with Honor and Dignity.
Nothing else.
The night was young and the whiskey plenty. He sat there, near the window, looking at the stars that filled the sky. They shone like they always did because that was what they always did and always were. They were simply there because it simply was so.
Nothing more, nothing less.
He smiled.
***
The scene opens up with a man, wearing a feline mask, standing in front of the camera, Hardkore World banner behind him. It´s Lynx. He crosses his arms on his chest, takes a few deep breaths, and begins speaking in a calm tone.
“My first fight in this company I so much respect
…and it is a tough one, I must admit.
My first opponent?
The Sheik
A man who takes pride in calling himself the King of Violence and Terror.
A man who seeks respect, asking for it in brutal ways.
Who thinks he can instill fear in the hearts of his opponent.”
Lynx shakes his head slowly, fixing his mask afterward, and resumes his speech, now in a more secure manner
“Well, Sheik, I must admit I know what fear is. Only the Foolish and the Psychotic do not sense fear, for it is a useful emotion indeed. That sense of alarm when danger approaches, that feeling of adrenaline before deciding to run or fight, everything of it is necessary for one's survival. But there is a subtle difference between knowing fear and living a life full of it. And if you think I am paralyzed with fear, when I think about our upcoming fight, you are wrong.
I am a self-made man.
I have suffered Hunger
I have had bones Broken
I have experienced Betrayal.
Why do you think you can teach me the ways of Terror? I must stand there and correct you if you truly think you can, for I know very well what terror is, I simply have chosen not to shake in fear in front of it. I am brave because I have faced fear and horror and have survived, not because I’ve run away from it to tell the story”
Lynx points at the camera, and gives a thumbs down, before speaking again.
“Sheik
If you want respect you must earn it. Just like I must too
You cannot impose it
… Imposed respect is based on Violence and Fear and if there is no cause anymore for fear, there is no reason for imposed Respect anymore. Do you want to win? You want to make me succumb to pain and blood? I dare you to try. I may be young and inexperienced in the ways of Dread, but I am not so inexperienced in the ways of Wrestling. And that is all that our upcoming fight is about.
Wrestling.
And if I cannot Out-Terror you, because I don’t want to, I can sure as Hell outsmart and outwrestle you, because I simply can. I might be fresh meat in Hardkore World, but I am not a dead one. I can kick, sprint, and out-suplex you at any given time.
And if I can´t?
…Well I surely will try or die doing so”
Lynx crosses his arms on his chest again, turning his back on the camera after a few instants, as the scene slowly fades to black.