Post by Eron Hunter on Jan 5, 2023 15:56:25 GMT -5
He sits on the sofa, in almost complete darkness, while the tranquil sounds of the piano, playing from the laptop playlist, fill the empty space around him. Looking up at, the direction ceiling, he contemplates the days past.
The first of January was his birthday. On that day, twenty-eight years ago, a dream was born. And so the cycle of life completes itself. One fulfilled dream, a family born, brings light to a dream that will follow; the dream about a journey, a journey towards the achieving of another vision, the vision about being the best...
He sits on the sofa, now with his dream almost complete, and contemplates about the days in which he was still a blade of grass in the wind, a young pup in the cruel world out there, in the world of fighting and of challenging the nearly impossible.
He has challenged the more or less impossible…
…and has emerged victorious.
But for one victor that challenges the impossible dream, while remaining true to himself, there is another loss, the loss of a great fighter; a loss to greed and villainy.
Eron Hunter is now twenty-eight years old and the chance to become a two times world champion, in six years, presents itself to him.
But he is not entirely happy.
He is almost saddened by what has happened.
“There is a story, a story about a great warrior who somewhat twenty years ago or so, started a journey towards the achievement of one of his greatest imaginings. The dream about becoming the best in the world; the best at what he did best, that being a fighter, a wrestler, a combatant. He did it all and saw it all while collecting accomplishment after accomplishment, as time flew by.
But even so, even if he managed to do almost everything and achieve almost everything, the big one eluded him. And so he fought and fought, fierce battles, one after the other.
And in the end.
He managed to become the greatest of them all.
But while fighting to protect what he desired most, what he won with blood and sweat, he forgot to protect something very, very precious. He forgot to protect his pure warrior heart! And so the heart became corrupted with poison. Corrupted with greed and darkness.
And so the warrior won the glory…
…But lost himself!
This is the story of a great fighter and a great wrestler
Who became a loser of a human.
This is an odyssey. The lost one.
And so the journey ended, and the fighter returned home. But he was not the one who started the voyage, he was a different person.
Billy Fowler.
You might be the World Champion right now, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a loser. A person who forgets to protect what matters the most, his heart, while achieving everything else is nothing more but a big failure.
When the spirit falls apart, poisoned by greed then all that´s left is a mere carcass of the dreamer that stood before us. I know, you have told us before, that the bastards are not the good, nor are they the evil, but up until now your deeds, the bastards’ deeds inspired the fans.
And then you made a choice.
You decided to throw away honor and dignity, poison your heart, and win in every possible way. You made a choice, we all do at some point, and that choice brought dishonor upon you. Was it the right choice, Fowler?
I do not think so.
Is it the right choice, the one that makes you fall prey to voracity? The one that makes you forget the pure dreams that make your heart beat? I know it isn´t. For I too have had that vision for all my life. The dream about being the best, the best at what I do, at what I always have desired…
…Billy Fowler; I too have dreamed all my life about becoming a world champion.
About being a Hall Of Famer.
And I have achieved it without selling myself to greediness, to evilness. I have become a world champion, and a hall of famer at only twenty-eight years of age and I still revere honor and dignity. I still am an example to follow, for wrestlers and fans alike. I am the best at what I do, while still being bound to a code of respect for the good and positive in the human soul.
That, Fowler, is something you cannot say about yourself anymore.
You miss the times in which you dreamt?
Maybe someday you will miss the way in which you fought.
But, in the bitter end, it is you, and only you the one you will have to blame for your shortcomings. Every person has a choice. You, Fowler, had a choice. And you chose to act the way you did. You and the other two bastards think you are an indispensable component of W: UK and that might have been right up until now, but from now on, you will understand that even The Bastards are expendable if they choose to take the wrong path.
You are not the main Hero anymore, Fowler.
This stage, Wrestle: UK needs a new Hero!
And I will do everything in my might to be the one. I will try with all my power and swiftness to not only beat you, Fowler…
…No, not only beat you.
I will make it a duty of mine to Defeat you.
I am younger, swifter, and determined as much as you are, at least, to be the Wrestle: UK World Champion.
There is a warrior heart in my chest and dreams as a light to guide my path.
Dreams.
Something you are missing lately.
Maybe you will try to remember what it means to be young and pure at heart.
If not…
…Then yours will be a Lost Odyssey.”
Fade
The first of January was his birthday. On that day, twenty-eight years ago, a dream was born. And so the cycle of life completes itself. One fulfilled dream, a family born, brings light to a dream that will follow; the dream about a journey, a journey towards the achieving of another vision, the vision about being the best...
He sits on the sofa, now with his dream almost complete, and contemplates about the days in which he was still a blade of grass in the wind, a young pup in the cruel world out there, in the world of fighting and of challenging the nearly impossible.
He has challenged the more or less impossible…
…and has emerged victorious.
But for one victor that challenges the impossible dream, while remaining true to himself, there is another loss, the loss of a great fighter; a loss to greed and villainy.
Eron Hunter is now twenty-eight years old and the chance to become a two times world champion, in six years, presents itself to him.
But he is not entirely happy.
He is almost saddened by what has happened.
“There is a story, a story about a great warrior who somewhat twenty years ago or so, started a journey towards the achievement of one of his greatest imaginings. The dream about becoming the best in the world; the best at what he did best, that being a fighter, a wrestler, a combatant. He did it all and saw it all while collecting accomplishment after accomplishment, as time flew by.
But even so, even if he managed to do almost everything and achieve almost everything, the big one eluded him. And so he fought and fought, fierce battles, one after the other.
And in the end.
He managed to become the greatest of them all.
But while fighting to protect what he desired most, what he won with blood and sweat, he forgot to protect something very, very precious. He forgot to protect his pure warrior heart! And so the heart became corrupted with poison. Corrupted with greed and darkness.
And so the warrior won the glory…
…But lost himself!
This is the story of a great fighter and a great wrestler
Who became a loser of a human.
This is an odyssey. The lost one.
And so the journey ended, and the fighter returned home. But he was not the one who started the voyage, he was a different person.
Billy Fowler.
You might be the World Champion right now, but in my eyes, you are nothing but a loser. A person who forgets to protect what matters the most, his heart, while achieving everything else is nothing more but a big failure.
When the spirit falls apart, poisoned by greed then all that´s left is a mere carcass of the dreamer that stood before us. I know, you have told us before, that the bastards are not the good, nor are they the evil, but up until now your deeds, the bastards’ deeds inspired the fans.
And then you made a choice.
You decided to throw away honor and dignity, poison your heart, and win in every possible way. You made a choice, we all do at some point, and that choice brought dishonor upon you. Was it the right choice, Fowler?
I do not think so.
Is it the right choice, the one that makes you fall prey to voracity? The one that makes you forget the pure dreams that make your heart beat? I know it isn´t. For I too have had that vision for all my life. The dream about being the best, the best at what I do, at what I always have desired…
…Billy Fowler; I too have dreamed all my life about becoming a world champion.
About being a Hall Of Famer.
And I have achieved it without selling myself to greediness, to evilness. I have become a world champion, and a hall of famer at only twenty-eight years of age and I still revere honor and dignity. I still am an example to follow, for wrestlers and fans alike. I am the best at what I do, while still being bound to a code of respect for the good and positive in the human soul.
That, Fowler, is something you cannot say about yourself anymore.
You miss the times in which you dreamt?
Maybe someday you will miss the way in which you fought.
But, in the bitter end, it is you, and only you the one you will have to blame for your shortcomings. Every person has a choice. You, Fowler, had a choice. And you chose to act the way you did. You and the other two bastards think you are an indispensable component of W: UK and that might have been right up until now, but from now on, you will understand that even The Bastards are expendable if they choose to take the wrong path.
You are not the main Hero anymore, Fowler.
This stage, Wrestle: UK needs a new Hero!
And I will do everything in my might to be the one. I will try with all my power and swiftness to not only beat you, Fowler…
…No, not only beat you.
I will make it a duty of mine to Defeat you.
I am younger, swifter, and determined as much as you are, at least, to be the Wrestle: UK World Champion.
There is a warrior heart in my chest and dreams as a light to guide my path.
Dreams.
Something you are missing lately.
Maybe you will try to remember what it means to be young and pure at heart.
If not…
…Then yours will be a Lost Odyssey.”
Fade
