Post by Eron Hunter on Oct 1, 2022 12:42:29 GMT -5
The scene opens up in the dark. There is a feeble light that appears and disappears in front of the camera. Silence surrounds us, and after a few seconds, a small flame goes on and off again. As the camera moves onward, in the dark, we see the small flame lighting on another flame. It is a candle one and the one lighting it is a lighter. The very first light that we saw appears to come from a cigarette. A shadowy figure is sitting on a sofa, taking deep drags from the cigarette. As the camera focuses on the shadow, we can slowly recognize who it is. It is Eron Hunter.
“You are impressive indeed, Rob Riot.
Twelve times world champion. Federation owner. A scourge, a pinnacle. A man who, in his prime was the measure of all things. Every wrestler with an ounce of respect for the business and great fighters should take notice and get in line.
But you didn´t do it in one day.
How many years have you been around in the business, you say? Fifteen years? Twenty? Twenty-five? God damn it, man, you have almost been around for as many years as I have been able to see the sun. I am only twenty-seven and that is plenty of years for this business. Twenty-seven and my joints ache. I have been found comatose in a trash bin; I have had my knee fucked up so badly I even doubted I could walk again; I have bruises all over this skeleton covered in flesh and, as I said, I am only twenty-seven. I have only been in this business for five years, imagine what happens to a man when he´s thirty-eight and has been fighting for twenty years.
You used to be great, Rob Riot. No, you used to be awesome, but the times are over!
Well, maybe not!
You are still great in my eyes. Thirty-eight and still able to be competitive, still gunning for championships in a federation that leads the XHF Network, as far as talented wrestlers go; Still strong and dangerous as ever. Thirty-eight and ignoring the pain and the painkillers I am sure you take to be able to stand your ground every time the squared circle calls.
Your will and your inner strength need to be admired. I know, I know, you are not forty-eight, but this is the world of fighting and the world of sports we´re talking about. A human year is four dog years worth, dammit, and we are talking about competitive levels beyond average. In the real life, you´re just a kid. Thirty-eight is not much; you are still a whippersnapper when compared to the grandfathers out there, but as far as the world of sports entertainment goes? Well, your sun is slowly going down.”
Eron stands up and walks slowly towards the camera, hands deep in his trouser pockets and cigarette hanging on the left corner of his mouth. He takes a few; last, deep drags and throws the cigarette tail on the floor, stepping on it.
“Well, I do not doubt your resolve nor do I doubt your skill, I am just stating the facts as they are. You in the same ring as yours truly? What I can manage without much of an effort, my moonsaults and my springboard DDT´s that you need a lot of strength and resolve to pull off, if you can actually manage anymore. As years go by in the world of wrestling, fighters need to reinvent themselves to remain competitive. Me, Eron Hunter, I doubt that when I reach your age I will be able to pull off the moves I can manage to pull off right now. I will need to reinvent my fighting style anew if I want to fight when I reach forty years of age.
What I am going on about, Rob Riot has a sense. What I mean is that you surely used to be a world champion, and managed to pull that off twelve times, but you did that ages ago. In the world of today, you can still do that, I do not doubt it, but your effort needs to be colossal if you want to manage the ring as you used to do fifteen years ago.
You are still great
Still superb
Still a King of the Ring
But time is cruel and unforgiving, and if you think you can manage to stay in the same squared circle as yours truly, mock me, and think you can manage this fight easily, then you are bound for a terrible and brutal wake-up call. All I am ranting on about is that you should not take me lightly, Rob Riot, for I am at least as skilled as you were at my age.
I will await our fight impatiently because you are still grand and have plenty to teach to a young wolf like me. But I will not stop at learning from a master. I will attempt to overcome him and become better, by winning our encounter and the ones that follow. One by one, patiently and skillfully.
See you in the ring
Old King!”
Eron looks at the camera for some more instants and then turns his back on it as the scene fades.
“You are impressive indeed, Rob Riot.
Twelve times world champion. Federation owner. A scourge, a pinnacle. A man who, in his prime was the measure of all things. Every wrestler with an ounce of respect for the business and great fighters should take notice and get in line.
But you didn´t do it in one day.
How many years have you been around in the business, you say? Fifteen years? Twenty? Twenty-five? God damn it, man, you have almost been around for as many years as I have been able to see the sun. I am only twenty-seven and that is plenty of years for this business. Twenty-seven and my joints ache. I have been found comatose in a trash bin; I have had my knee fucked up so badly I even doubted I could walk again; I have bruises all over this skeleton covered in flesh and, as I said, I am only twenty-seven. I have only been in this business for five years, imagine what happens to a man when he´s thirty-eight and has been fighting for twenty years.
You used to be great, Rob Riot. No, you used to be awesome, but the times are over!
Well, maybe not!
You are still great in my eyes. Thirty-eight and still able to be competitive, still gunning for championships in a federation that leads the XHF Network, as far as talented wrestlers go; Still strong and dangerous as ever. Thirty-eight and ignoring the pain and the painkillers I am sure you take to be able to stand your ground every time the squared circle calls.
Your will and your inner strength need to be admired. I know, I know, you are not forty-eight, but this is the world of fighting and the world of sports we´re talking about. A human year is four dog years worth, dammit, and we are talking about competitive levels beyond average. In the real life, you´re just a kid. Thirty-eight is not much; you are still a whippersnapper when compared to the grandfathers out there, but as far as the world of sports entertainment goes? Well, your sun is slowly going down.”
Eron stands up and walks slowly towards the camera, hands deep in his trouser pockets and cigarette hanging on the left corner of his mouth. He takes a few; last, deep drags and throws the cigarette tail on the floor, stepping on it.
“Well, I do not doubt your resolve nor do I doubt your skill, I am just stating the facts as they are. You in the same ring as yours truly? What I can manage without much of an effort, my moonsaults and my springboard DDT´s that you need a lot of strength and resolve to pull off, if you can actually manage anymore. As years go by in the world of wrestling, fighters need to reinvent themselves to remain competitive. Me, Eron Hunter, I doubt that when I reach your age I will be able to pull off the moves I can manage to pull off right now. I will need to reinvent my fighting style anew if I want to fight when I reach forty years of age.
What I am going on about, Rob Riot has a sense. What I mean is that you surely used to be a world champion, and managed to pull that off twelve times, but you did that ages ago. In the world of today, you can still do that, I do not doubt it, but your effort needs to be colossal if you want to manage the ring as you used to do fifteen years ago.
You are still great
Still superb
Still a King of the Ring
But time is cruel and unforgiving, and if you think you can manage to stay in the same squared circle as yours truly, mock me, and think you can manage this fight easily, then you are bound for a terrible and brutal wake-up call. All I am ranting on about is that you should not take me lightly, Rob Riot, for I am at least as skilled as you were at my age.
I will await our fight impatiently because you are still grand and have plenty to teach to a young wolf like me. But I will not stop at learning from a master. I will attempt to overcome him and become better, by winning our encounter and the ones that follow. One by one, patiently and skillfully.
See you in the ring
Old King!”
Eron looks at the camera for some more instants and then turns his back on it as the scene fades.
