Post by Eron Hunter on May 14, 2022 14:42:42 GMT -5
He is sitting on a cliff.
Way down there the sea waves collide with the solid stone and almost disintegrate, before retreating. And then they advance again, retreating after their next failure. An apparent failure of sorts, because in the end it is the water that wins over stone; it shapes it and models it to its pleasure.
“Thus, it is consistency that wins over apparent toughness”
Eron Hunter, looking at the camera.
The wind playing with his hair.
“If there´s anything that you and your brethren are, Xiaolong, that is consistent. You train and fight and speak and train and fight and speak and you´ve been doing this for years and years. It is no wonder that you´ve been able to hold a championship or two.”
Eron nods, in apparent agreement, and keeps on speaking in his usual placid tone.
“But after this entire consistence, it comes as a surprise that you believe in something such as fate…
…I do not, Xiaolong.
I am of the idea that a man shapes his future, that men hold fate in their own hands. Man is the highest standing on the food chain, not because of fangs and claws but because of intellect and the ability to learn a lot from his experience and deeds.
Thus destiny is shaped.
We both are travelers, I guess, both have been around and fought in different places, but there is something I want to ask you”
Eron stops speaking and scratches his head
“AWF??
…What is that? A federation?
Never been there, brother. “
Eron crosses his arms on his chest shaking his head for a few seconds before proceeding.
“Two things can be happening here.
Either you have gotten a high fever and are confused, calling a bird a flying horse, or there has been another Eron Hunter or Lynx in AWF. Something I do not know anything about. Either way, you talked about that federation a lot in your Promotional Video. I guess you are quite emotional about that place and the championship belt you won there.
I can truly understand what is going on in your heart. I too have a place I used to call home, a place that is not there anymore. It was called Maximum Japan Pro Wrestling and it was the place I won my first big title, the place that started the career of Lynx to boot. Thus I know how you feel. “
Eron looks down, towards the sea, and seems lost in thoughts for some instant. After a bit, he snaps out of it and restarts talking.
“I understand you being emotional and all, but that doesn´t mean you should lose your focus on the main point, which is that apparently, you are talking about someone else in your Promotional Video. That is a bit ridiculous, Xiaolong, you must admit it. At this level of competition, these things cost you a lot of reputation, both with the fans and the powers that be.
And you shouldn´t take the loss of reputation lightly. Not in the state of the career you find yourself in. You should focus on the task at hand and not wander into space with your thoughts. You should know better than to do such things, after all the time you´ve spent wrestling.
I too respect your hard work and dedication, Xiaolong.
But you should do something like give to Caesar what is Caesar´s
And give to Eron Hunter what´s Eron Hunter´s
And that´s a lot of focus and preparation before such an important match as our upcoming match is one.
Ah and one more thing...
I already am the Commonwealth Champion!”
Eron shakes his head, smiling, and slowly turns his back to the camera as the scene fades to black.
He looks at the coast, feeling more and more at home in this place, wondering how it is possible that such an amount of beauty can be concentrated in one place. He has been all around the world, but southern Italy's beauty is something of its own. Well, he truly is biased being that this is his homeland and all. But he and all the tourists can’t be all wrong.
And it´s not only the beauty of the land and the sea alone, the people too are positive; warmhearted, honest and welcoming. It is a shame that this beautiful piece of land and its wonderful people can be so economically poor. Poverty is a plague and the Mafia is another one. It is a wound that never heals. Even after centuries, things do not change.
Eron shakes his head, stands up, from the cliff he was sitting on, and starts pacing towards the fields; towards his house. He knows things cannot change from today to tomorrow, they need time. After all, Rome was not built in a day. And if he wants changes he should start with small steps, by changing his immediate surroundings, and leading by example.
What example?
Fighting hard to defend his success and his newly won title, could be one. He should concentrate on his upcoming match and deliver the best fight possible.
After all, one should give Caesar what´s Caesar´s
And to Xiaolong a fight to be remembered
After all, we don’t want him to confuse Eron with someone else, again, now do we…
Way down there the sea waves collide with the solid stone and almost disintegrate, before retreating. And then they advance again, retreating after their next failure. An apparent failure of sorts, because in the end it is the water that wins over stone; it shapes it and models it to its pleasure.
“Thus, it is consistency that wins over apparent toughness”
Eron Hunter, looking at the camera.
The wind playing with his hair.
“If there´s anything that you and your brethren are, Xiaolong, that is consistent. You train and fight and speak and train and fight and speak and you´ve been doing this for years and years. It is no wonder that you´ve been able to hold a championship or two.”
Eron nods, in apparent agreement, and keeps on speaking in his usual placid tone.
“But after this entire consistence, it comes as a surprise that you believe in something such as fate…
…I do not, Xiaolong.
I am of the idea that a man shapes his future, that men hold fate in their own hands. Man is the highest standing on the food chain, not because of fangs and claws but because of intellect and the ability to learn a lot from his experience and deeds.
Thus destiny is shaped.
We both are travelers, I guess, both have been around and fought in different places, but there is something I want to ask you”
Eron stops speaking and scratches his head
“AWF??
…What is that? A federation?
Never been there, brother. “
Eron crosses his arms on his chest shaking his head for a few seconds before proceeding.
“Two things can be happening here.
Either you have gotten a high fever and are confused, calling a bird a flying horse, or there has been another Eron Hunter or Lynx in AWF. Something I do not know anything about. Either way, you talked about that federation a lot in your Promotional Video. I guess you are quite emotional about that place and the championship belt you won there.
I can truly understand what is going on in your heart. I too have a place I used to call home, a place that is not there anymore. It was called Maximum Japan Pro Wrestling and it was the place I won my first big title, the place that started the career of Lynx to boot. Thus I know how you feel. “
Eron looks down, towards the sea, and seems lost in thoughts for some instant. After a bit, he snaps out of it and restarts talking.
“I understand you being emotional and all, but that doesn´t mean you should lose your focus on the main point, which is that apparently, you are talking about someone else in your Promotional Video. That is a bit ridiculous, Xiaolong, you must admit it. At this level of competition, these things cost you a lot of reputation, both with the fans and the powers that be.
And you shouldn´t take the loss of reputation lightly. Not in the state of the career you find yourself in. You should focus on the task at hand and not wander into space with your thoughts. You should know better than to do such things, after all the time you´ve spent wrestling.
I too respect your hard work and dedication, Xiaolong.
But you should do something like give to Caesar what is Caesar´s
And give to Eron Hunter what´s Eron Hunter´s
And that´s a lot of focus and preparation before such an important match as our upcoming match is one.
Ah and one more thing...
I already am the Commonwealth Champion!”
Eron shakes his head, smiling, and slowly turns his back to the camera as the scene fades to black.
***
He looks at the coast, feeling more and more at home in this place, wondering how it is possible that such an amount of beauty can be concentrated in one place. He has been all around the world, but southern Italy's beauty is something of its own. Well, he truly is biased being that this is his homeland and all. But he and all the tourists can’t be all wrong.
And it´s not only the beauty of the land and the sea alone, the people too are positive; warmhearted, honest and welcoming. It is a shame that this beautiful piece of land and its wonderful people can be so economically poor. Poverty is a plague and the Mafia is another one. It is a wound that never heals. Even after centuries, things do not change.
Eron shakes his head, stands up, from the cliff he was sitting on, and starts pacing towards the fields; towards his house. He knows things cannot change from today to tomorrow, they need time. After all, Rome was not built in a day. And if he wants changes he should start with small steps, by changing his immediate surroundings, and leading by example.
What example?
Fighting hard to defend his success and his newly won title, could be one. He should concentrate on his upcoming match and deliver the best fight possible.
After all, one should give Caesar what´s Caesar´s
And to Xiaolong a fight to be remembered
After all, we don’t want him to confuse Eron with someone else, again, now do we…
