The Good, The Bad and The Million Dollar Dream.(JHW)
Feb 4, 2023 16:04:03 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Dave D-Flipz, and 1 more like this
Post by Eron Hunter on Feb 4, 2023 16:04:03 GMT -5
“I guess people like you can say that I am boring.
Maybe because I am seen as a moralist.
Maybe I am seen as someone who force-feeds morals. Well, do you know what?
I like to force-feed morals.
…Now eat with your mouth shut!
You do not like people who are seen as boring? Well, I do not like ignorant people like you, El Rey.
I actually have nothing against ignorance per se. We all are ignorant, just in different fields of knowledge. Eron Hunter is a great fighter, a genius of the squared circle, but he is ignorant of Algebra and Statistics. That´s why I never attempted an MSc in Social Psychology.
But I also think that is not the sort of ignorance to be seen as aversive. No. The sort of ignorance that is dangerous is not that of people who do not know, it is the sort of thing people who do not know and do not even want to learn to have. People who think they already know everything, people who think they are perfect and do not need lessons from anyone.
People like you, El Rey.
I have heard you say that you too never had a pampered life, that you too know what it means to lose something or someone, and that you also know the meaning of betrayal or the meaning of suffering. Well, let me say I disagree. Someone who has experienced hunger has also learned never to waste food again. Ever again in his life; even if he becomes a millionaire. Someone who has experienced losses learns to never ignore or make fun of beloved ones, ever again.
You just went and made fun of my family.
Of my father and mother.
You disrespected the foundations of my existence just because you wanted to make a point. Thus you just showed me you have no fucking clue what it means to love a father that brought you up with blood, sweat, and sacrifice. Or at least you showed me that to achieve what you want, you are ready to walk over cadavers to do that.
So.
Not only are you a Narcissus
Not only are you ignorant in the worst possible meaning.
No, you also are heartless. You tread over cadavers to make a point or get closer to a goal.
Thus you can’t be an example to follow, at least not for someone or ones with a grain of brain within their skulls. Thus you cannot be seen as interesting and exciting for the real fans and lovers of this sport.
Thus?
Thus in the bitter end you, too, are plain boring!
So, how does this logic stand with you?
You come with all your guns blazing, enforcing the idea that I am boring as hell and that in the perfect ending, you are the required savior of XHF, the savior of the Junior Heavyweight Championship. That you, in your own words, will bring some spice to this division. So tell me, El Rey, how the fuck will a mind-numbing pile of narcissus shit like you be the savior of anything?
If you are a prodigy, then yours truly is a miracle of existence.
Why? Because I follow my heart and my dreams and lead as an example to follow for the fans. The W:UK and HKW fans. And I will do anything in my might to metaphorically serve your head in a silver plate to the Wrestling sympathizers of these companies. And something else too; I will make you think. I will try to carve some brain within your skull. How so? Well by defeating you of course. And I hope that will serve to let you grow as a human being. How come? Surely you too will understand that if you get beaten by an amazing opponent you have excuses…
…So how many excuses will have a prodigy like you if he gets his ass handed to him by a bore? By someone like me, who has no right in heaven to stand face to face with god’s miracle? What justification will you have for yourself if I beat you? I, who by your own insinuation, have no right in hell to fight someone like you?
Well, get ready to find some justification for your own failure because sure as sure is that god doesn´t exist for me, that much sure is also the fact that I will do everything in my might to teach you a lesson in modesty. Because believe me when I say so, El Rey, I know no limits when it comes to my passion for the fight, for Wrestling, and that makes me a dangerous man indeed.
How will you stop someone who feels excited whenever he steps inside the squared circle and then, in your own words, gets to face a prodigy? How will you motivate yourself if you, a prodigy, get to face “mediocrity”? I agree that I do not have the names you have in your “Defeated” list. Yes, you have faced Dylan Black, Sainovic, and Spike Kane and you have won a fight or two against them…
…So, if I beat you. No, if I Defeat you then what does that mean? That, by all probability, means I am of the same caliber as them. Sure, my history in the XHF Global Division has just started, but this is just the beginning. I have been modest at best when it comes to the XHF Global scene, but that is not because I could not handle it, it was just because I have obligations. Obligations for the fans and the fighters of the companies I fight in.
I am a man of honor and dignity, El Rey.
I have an obligation as far as the Junior Heavyweight Championship goes too, and I will bleed to fulfill this obligation. I will do everything in my might, so that this run, the Eron Hunter run becomes not just a “Solid” run, no. I will fight until I have might, so that this run becomes a memorable one.
That, young one, I can do.
That, El Rey, I can promise.
And for someone like me, a promise is something you are obliged to keep.
Even if that means standing up from your grave to do so.”
The night is cool and serene. Almost no one in the small Sicilian city is out at this hour. People have finished their jobs and their obligations and are now spending time with their families and their beloved ones.
Family is important if you are Italian if you are Mediterranean.
Eron Hunter took a deep breath, the cold evening air filled his lungs, and then he exhaled heavily. Looking up towards the never-ending night sky, he smiled. The stars shone bright, no black clouds were covering their light.
He stood up from the armchair placed on Hunter´s villa veranda and started pacing forwards towards the field which lay in front of the villa. His family´s home was on the outskirts of a small village near the city, and he loved that.
Eron Hunter was many things, but there was something he was more than anything else, he was a lone wolf by nature. Sure he loved the wrestling fans, and sure he loved his family but there was something he loved even more and that was his tranquility.
Sure, he knew social interaction is important.
Sure, he knew for a fact that no man is an island.
But even more sure than that was the fact that he wouldn´t exchange his moments of solitude, of tranquility with anything else…
He shook his head slowly and smiled. Well, maybe there was something he loved at least as much as that, and that was Wrestling! He had overcome so many difficulties, and so many hindrances, to achieve what he had achieved, and he wouldn’t allow someone like El Rey to ruin that. He would cling to his success in the ring with every remaining might of his muscles, with every remaining desire of his soul.
Eron shook his head again and that shy smile adorned his face.
A walk in the fields in front of him; that was an inviting thing to do right now…
The night was still young.
Time for some more dreaming…
Maybe because I am seen as a moralist.
Maybe I am seen as someone who force-feeds morals. Well, do you know what?
I like to force-feed morals.
…Now eat with your mouth shut!
You do not like people who are seen as boring? Well, I do not like ignorant people like you, El Rey.
I actually have nothing against ignorance per se. We all are ignorant, just in different fields of knowledge. Eron Hunter is a great fighter, a genius of the squared circle, but he is ignorant of Algebra and Statistics. That´s why I never attempted an MSc in Social Psychology.
But I also think that is not the sort of ignorance to be seen as aversive. No. The sort of ignorance that is dangerous is not that of people who do not know, it is the sort of thing people who do not know and do not even want to learn to have. People who think they already know everything, people who think they are perfect and do not need lessons from anyone.
People like you, El Rey.
I have heard you say that you too never had a pampered life, that you too know what it means to lose something or someone, and that you also know the meaning of betrayal or the meaning of suffering. Well, let me say I disagree. Someone who has experienced hunger has also learned never to waste food again. Ever again in his life; even if he becomes a millionaire. Someone who has experienced losses learns to never ignore or make fun of beloved ones, ever again.
You just went and made fun of my family.
Of my father and mother.
You disrespected the foundations of my existence just because you wanted to make a point. Thus you just showed me you have no fucking clue what it means to love a father that brought you up with blood, sweat, and sacrifice. Or at least you showed me that to achieve what you want, you are ready to walk over cadavers to do that.
So.
Not only are you a Narcissus
Not only are you ignorant in the worst possible meaning.
No, you also are heartless. You tread over cadavers to make a point or get closer to a goal.
Thus you can’t be an example to follow, at least not for someone or ones with a grain of brain within their skulls. Thus you cannot be seen as interesting and exciting for the real fans and lovers of this sport.
Thus?
Thus in the bitter end you, too, are plain boring!
So, how does this logic stand with you?
You come with all your guns blazing, enforcing the idea that I am boring as hell and that in the perfect ending, you are the required savior of XHF, the savior of the Junior Heavyweight Championship. That you, in your own words, will bring some spice to this division. So tell me, El Rey, how the fuck will a mind-numbing pile of narcissus shit like you be the savior of anything?
If you are a prodigy, then yours truly is a miracle of existence.
Why? Because I follow my heart and my dreams and lead as an example to follow for the fans. The W:UK and HKW fans. And I will do anything in my might to metaphorically serve your head in a silver plate to the Wrestling sympathizers of these companies. And something else too; I will make you think. I will try to carve some brain within your skull. How so? Well by defeating you of course. And I hope that will serve to let you grow as a human being. How come? Surely you too will understand that if you get beaten by an amazing opponent you have excuses…
…So how many excuses will have a prodigy like you if he gets his ass handed to him by a bore? By someone like me, who has no right in heaven to stand face to face with god’s miracle? What justification will you have for yourself if I beat you? I, who by your own insinuation, have no right in hell to fight someone like you?
Well, get ready to find some justification for your own failure because sure as sure is that god doesn´t exist for me, that much sure is also the fact that I will do everything in my might to teach you a lesson in modesty. Because believe me when I say so, El Rey, I know no limits when it comes to my passion for the fight, for Wrestling, and that makes me a dangerous man indeed.
How will you stop someone who feels excited whenever he steps inside the squared circle and then, in your own words, gets to face a prodigy? How will you motivate yourself if you, a prodigy, get to face “mediocrity”? I agree that I do not have the names you have in your “Defeated” list. Yes, you have faced Dylan Black, Sainovic, and Spike Kane and you have won a fight or two against them…
…So, if I beat you. No, if I Defeat you then what does that mean? That, by all probability, means I am of the same caliber as them. Sure, my history in the XHF Global Division has just started, but this is just the beginning. I have been modest at best when it comes to the XHF Global scene, but that is not because I could not handle it, it was just because I have obligations. Obligations for the fans and the fighters of the companies I fight in.
I am a man of honor and dignity, El Rey.
I have an obligation as far as the Junior Heavyweight Championship goes too, and I will bleed to fulfill this obligation. I will do everything in my might, so that this run, the Eron Hunter run becomes not just a “Solid” run, no. I will fight until I have might, so that this run becomes a memorable one.
That, young one, I can do.
That, El Rey, I can promise.
And for someone like me, a promise is something you are obliged to keep.
Even if that means standing up from your grave to do so.”
***
The night is cool and serene. Almost no one in the small Sicilian city is out at this hour. People have finished their jobs and their obligations and are now spending time with their families and their beloved ones.
Family is important if you are Italian if you are Mediterranean.
Eron Hunter took a deep breath, the cold evening air filled his lungs, and then he exhaled heavily. Looking up towards the never-ending night sky, he smiled. The stars shone bright, no black clouds were covering their light.
He stood up from the armchair placed on Hunter´s villa veranda and started pacing forwards towards the field which lay in front of the villa. His family´s home was on the outskirts of a small village near the city, and he loved that.
Eron Hunter was many things, but there was something he was more than anything else, he was a lone wolf by nature. Sure he loved the wrestling fans, and sure he loved his family but there was something he loved even more and that was his tranquility.
Sure, he knew social interaction is important.
Sure, he knew for a fact that no man is an island.
But even more sure than that was the fact that he wouldn´t exchange his moments of solitude, of tranquility with anything else…
He shook his head slowly and smiled. Well, maybe there was something he loved at least as much as that, and that was Wrestling! He had overcome so many difficulties, and so many hindrances, to achieve what he had achieved, and he wouldn’t allow someone like El Rey to ruin that. He would cling to his success in the ring with every remaining might of his muscles, with every remaining desire of his soul.
Eron shook his head again and that shy smile adorned his face.
A walk in the fields in front of him; that was an inviting thing to do right now…
The night was still young.
Time for some more dreaming…