Post by Eron Hunter on Nov 17, 2023 12:28:08 GMT -5
Wind playing with his hair and waves embracing the shore. He stands tall near the sea. Oh how much he loves it, words can not express that feeling and that is a mighty assumption indeed, for words usually have the might to express every emotion. Words cannot express his feelings, that’s how powerful his love for the sea and all it represents is. Wrapped in his black overcoat and biting a toothpick he stares at the horizon, after some instants a good-natured voice echoes.
“You respect me, Goth
And that feeling is based on reciprocity, just like many things in this world are. I respect you too, because you have been in this business for years and it still feels and acts like it is your first fight. Even after decades of brawls you still have the passion for the business that a rookie on his first stage dance has. And that, Goth, is worthy of respect.”
He turns around, his back to the horizon, and faces us. His expression is calm, almost melancholic but just almost. Shaking his head he crosses his arms on his chest and continues.
“And precisely because I respect you, I will give it my all in the ring. Because otherwise I would not respect myself, and surely no one else would. You want this belt more than anything else in the world and this belt is in my possession. I want a great fight more than anything in the world and this belt allows me to have just that…”
Eron bites his toothpick for some instants and then goes on speaking
“You know, Goth, I am an adrenaline junkie more than anything else! That feeling, that overwhelming feeling of suspense and anxiety before landing the final hit. The cheers of the fans when I raise my hand in victory. The great fight that evolved into that final crescendo. That all is I live for. That all is why I exist and you Goth are about to give me just that.
And having this belt allows me to have all my heart's desire in every fight. Because every championship fight is the best fight of the night. I live for that, Goth, I crave the emotions given to me by this belt and this belt alone. And that Is why, my friend, I cannot allow you to have what’s mine. At least not without a fight.
You want what’s mine? You will have to beat me into a bloody pulp to have that. Because, dear friend, being a champion is what I desired since I was a green behind-the-ears whippersnapper. And now I have achieved just that, again. And I will not let this go so easily. I think this fight is the best fight you have had in decades, old pal, and I will make everything so that It actually is the best fight in ages for you and many others who see and spectate this fight.”
Eron takes a pack of smokes out of the coat pocket and lights one. He takes a deep drag out of it, smoke covers his face, and then another one. He continues like this for moments and a calm voice fills the air afterwards.
“So, how do you beat someone like this? Goth? How do you solve this apparently unsolvable equation? That is for you to figure out and for me to live on it. I exist for this, chap, and it has been like this since I can think. Now that I have reached the top of the mountain I won't allow anyone to throw me down so easily. And even if someone tries to, that just lights the fire in my heart even more.
You see, I have been overthrown before while standing atop Everest, but that was merely because I wasn’t motivated enough at that precise moment. How come? How come a man that craves adrenaline so much can be demotivated? That is for you to find out, dear opponent. I won't tell you the solution to this, because it would be the key to your success. All I can say is that this moment is not one of them. I am motivated and passionate about this fight as much as I have been in my first fight ever in the squared circle.
And if a demotivated Eron is the only way to defeat Eron, then you have a tough time in front of you. But please, please, dear opponent, do try with all your might to uncrown me, and the adrenaline that fills my veins will make me try even harder to beat you. Come on Goth. Try with all your might, because that is the way to make me feel alive.”
Eron crosses his arms on his chest and stares decisively in front of him
“The time for words is over
The time for action is upon us.
Time to chase Dreams. Time to live them. Time…
…To do much, much more than merely Exist”
Fade
“You respect me, Goth
And that feeling is based on reciprocity, just like many things in this world are. I respect you too, because you have been in this business for years and it still feels and acts like it is your first fight. Even after decades of brawls you still have the passion for the business that a rookie on his first stage dance has. And that, Goth, is worthy of respect.”
He turns around, his back to the horizon, and faces us. His expression is calm, almost melancholic but just almost. Shaking his head he crosses his arms on his chest and continues.
“And precisely because I respect you, I will give it my all in the ring. Because otherwise I would not respect myself, and surely no one else would. You want this belt more than anything else in the world and this belt is in my possession. I want a great fight more than anything in the world and this belt allows me to have just that…”
Eron bites his toothpick for some instants and then goes on speaking
“You know, Goth, I am an adrenaline junkie more than anything else! That feeling, that overwhelming feeling of suspense and anxiety before landing the final hit. The cheers of the fans when I raise my hand in victory. The great fight that evolved into that final crescendo. That all is I live for. That all is why I exist and you Goth are about to give me just that.
And having this belt allows me to have all my heart's desire in every fight. Because every championship fight is the best fight of the night. I live for that, Goth, I crave the emotions given to me by this belt and this belt alone. And that Is why, my friend, I cannot allow you to have what’s mine. At least not without a fight.
You want what’s mine? You will have to beat me into a bloody pulp to have that. Because, dear friend, being a champion is what I desired since I was a green behind-the-ears whippersnapper. And now I have achieved just that, again. And I will not let this go so easily. I think this fight is the best fight you have had in decades, old pal, and I will make everything so that It actually is the best fight in ages for you and many others who see and spectate this fight.”
Eron takes a pack of smokes out of the coat pocket and lights one. He takes a deep drag out of it, smoke covers his face, and then another one. He continues like this for moments and a calm voice fills the air afterwards.
“So, how do you beat someone like this? Goth? How do you solve this apparently unsolvable equation? That is for you to figure out and for me to live on it. I exist for this, chap, and it has been like this since I can think. Now that I have reached the top of the mountain I won't allow anyone to throw me down so easily. And even if someone tries to, that just lights the fire in my heart even more.
You see, I have been overthrown before while standing atop Everest, but that was merely because I wasn’t motivated enough at that precise moment. How come? How come a man that craves adrenaline so much can be demotivated? That is for you to find out, dear opponent. I won't tell you the solution to this, because it would be the key to your success. All I can say is that this moment is not one of them. I am motivated and passionate about this fight as much as I have been in my first fight ever in the squared circle.
And if a demotivated Eron is the only way to defeat Eron, then you have a tough time in front of you. But please, please, dear opponent, do try with all your might to uncrown me, and the adrenaline that fills my veins will make me try even harder to beat you. Come on Goth. Try with all your might, because that is the way to make me feel alive.”
Eron crosses his arms on his chest and stares decisively in front of him
“The time for words is over
The time for action is upon us.
Time to chase Dreams. Time to live them. Time…
…To do much, much more than merely Exist”
Fade
