Post by Eron Hunter on Sept 19, 2022 14:20:51 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a dimly lit locker room. There is a big throne in the middle of the room and a shadowy figure sitting on it. The shadow, we can tell, has a crone adorning his shadowy head. As the camera moves on closer we can recognize who it is, it is Eron Hunter who stares holes at the camera. His head resting on his right fist, he seems calm and almost apathetic. After some instants of silence in the dusk, a placid voice echoes in the room.
“Forgive my insolence, Rob Riot.
Not trying to mock your promotional video, it´s just a coincidence that, when I came to know I would face such a famous and infamous Brit, my thoughts went and thought about this scene. That and the fact that now Britain has a new king; made me realize I would like to start this promotional video in the way it started.”
Eron leans back on the throne, his arms crossed on his chest.
“The King is dead!
Long live the King!
These two sentences, which seem so cruel and cold, tell a long story in a short fashion. If one is a bit superficial, they tell the story of brutal and real life. Everyone is expendable and replaceable. The queen is dead at age ninety-nine, she´s forgotten after a second and a half and a new king is crowned, making everything that passed, ridiculous and superfluous.
The king is dead?
Well, he´s already forgotten as a new king readily waits for his crowning. Everything past is futile and washed away by the un-resting tides of time. So everyone should stop trying to hang onto things because nothing is constant and nothing lasts forever.”
Eron is still leaning back on the throne, after some seconds he shakes his head and stands up, starting to pace around the dimly lit place, in small steps.
“Well, I disagree!
Even if a king passes away and is quickly replaced by another, his story never dies. If he has made history, that is. Surely, a kingdom will never remain without a king, but each and every king is different. If a man has a story to tell and history to make, he will live forever in the hearts and minds of those left behind.
Thus, effort makes man.
Thus, talent and intellect shape up a human being in such ways that, even if it passes away it actually lives in eternity. If that human being had something to tell and to do in his short existence, that is. Thus, this transfers into every reality that a man surrounds himself with.
Fighters?
There are many. And many will come after the present ones retire. But there will never be another Muhammad Ali or Mike Tyson for that matter. If someone has talent, if someone carves himself in the hearts and minds of the people that surround him, that very person will live forever, even if he passes away one day, as it always does and always happens with all of us.”
Eron stops, his back turned at the camera, his hands deep in his trousers pockets. He looks at the ceiling and takes a deep breath before going on with his speech.
“That, Rob Riot, is my leitmotif.
I want to be immortal and immortalized in the books of whatever my muse tells me to do. And since I want to do that, since I want to live forever, I give it my all in all I do. Thus remaining stamped in the minds of those that share my same reality.
I give it all in the ring, not only because I love this sport but also because I want to leave my mark in this business, thus having people say that this or that one looks and fights like Eron Hunter. I enjoy what I do and I adore wrestling, I fight at one hundred and ten percent in every match I am put in, and if the opponent is good?
Well, then even better.
As time goes by, in this sports entertainment business of ours, I will go on and have match after match and fight after fight. And as I climb the ranks of Wrestle: UK, my fights will get tougher and my opponents more skilled than the fights at the beginning of my career here.
This time?
This time it just so happens that that opponent is you, Rob Riot. I must say I respect your skill and I respect your experience and career. You are talented, of course, but not only that. If someone manages to remain relevant in this sport, for such a long amount of time, well then he´s at least consistent in what he does.
And that, Rob Riot, is not a small feat.
No small feat at all.
The wrestling world is filled with talented fighters, who vanish after a fight or five. Why? One of the reasons is that they lack consistency. Thus being someone who can tell that he´s been around forever? That surely is a great way to sell you and your skills. Every fighter with an ounce of brain within his skull should take notice and get in line.
Well, now it´s my turn to stand in front of you and test your resolve.
Rob Riot.
You want my Commonwealth title?
That will only happen if you pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Or at least I will try and fight with all my might, so that I can say I faced Rob Riot, gave it all I had, and, maybe, emerged victorious.”
Eron turns around to face the camera.
“The King is dead.
Long live the King”
Fade.
“Forgive my insolence, Rob Riot.
Not trying to mock your promotional video, it´s just a coincidence that, when I came to know I would face such a famous and infamous Brit, my thoughts went and thought about this scene. That and the fact that now Britain has a new king; made me realize I would like to start this promotional video in the way it started.”
Eron leans back on the throne, his arms crossed on his chest.
“The King is dead!
Long live the King!
These two sentences, which seem so cruel and cold, tell a long story in a short fashion. If one is a bit superficial, they tell the story of brutal and real life. Everyone is expendable and replaceable. The queen is dead at age ninety-nine, she´s forgotten after a second and a half and a new king is crowned, making everything that passed, ridiculous and superfluous.
The king is dead?
Well, he´s already forgotten as a new king readily waits for his crowning. Everything past is futile and washed away by the un-resting tides of time. So everyone should stop trying to hang onto things because nothing is constant and nothing lasts forever.”
Eron is still leaning back on the throne, after some seconds he shakes his head and stands up, starting to pace around the dimly lit place, in small steps.
“Well, I disagree!
Even if a king passes away and is quickly replaced by another, his story never dies. If he has made history, that is. Surely, a kingdom will never remain without a king, but each and every king is different. If a man has a story to tell and history to make, he will live forever in the hearts and minds of those left behind.
Thus, effort makes man.
Thus, talent and intellect shape up a human being in such ways that, even if it passes away it actually lives in eternity. If that human being had something to tell and to do in his short existence, that is. Thus, this transfers into every reality that a man surrounds himself with.
Fighters?
There are many. And many will come after the present ones retire. But there will never be another Muhammad Ali or Mike Tyson for that matter. If someone has talent, if someone carves himself in the hearts and minds of the people that surround him, that very person will live forever, even if he passes away one day, as it always does and always happens with all of us.”
Eron stops, his back turned at the camera, his hands deep in his trousers pockets. He looks at the ceiling and takes a deep breath before going on with his speech.
“That, Rob Riot, is my leitmotif.
I want to be immortal and immortalized in the books of whatever my muse tells me to do. And since I want to do that, since I want to live forever, I give it my all in all I do. Thus remaining stamped in the minds of those that share my same reality.
I give it all in the ring, not only because I love this sport but also because I want to leave my mark in this business, thus having people say that this or that one looks and fights like Eron Hunter. I enjoy what I do and I adore wrestling, I fight at one hundred and ten percent in every match I am put in, and if the opponent is good?
Well, then even better.
As time goes by, in this sports entertainment business of ours, I will go on and have match after match and fight after fight. And as I climb the ranks of Wrestle: UK, my fights will get tougher and my opponents more skilled than the fights at the beginning of my career here.
This time?
This time it just so happens that that opponent is you, Rob Riot. I must say I respect your skill and I respect your experience and career. You are talented, of course, but not only that. If someone manages to remain relevant in this sport, for such a long amount of time, well then he´s at least consistent in what he does.
And that, Rob Riot, is not a small feat.
No small feat at all.
The wrestling world is filled with talented fighters, who vanish after a fight or five. Why? One of the reasons is that they lack consistency. Thus being someone who can tell that he´s been around forever? That surely is a great way to sell you and your skills. Every fighter with an ounce of brain within his skull should take notice and get in line.
Well, now it´s my turn to stand in front of you and test your resolve.
Rob Riot.
You want my Commonwealth title?
That will only happen if you pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Or at least I will try and fight with all my might, so that I can say I faced Rob Riot, gave it all I had, and, maybe, emerged victorious.”
Eron turns around to face the camera.
“The King is dead.
Long live the King”
Fade.
