Post by Eron Hunter on Dec 20, 2023 12:53:13 GMT -5
He lays down on the seashore, watching the cerulean skies and white clouds swimming on them. Seagulls flying above his head on those very skies. The young man, forearms behind his head, bites a toothpick and slowly grits his teeth. Freedom, the man’s dream since the beginning of age. The freedom to travel the world, the freedom to swim in the seas of blue and fly in the skies of white. He has been a hero of these very ideals since the beginning of his days. Since the days in which he followed his father and tried to fill his big shoes.
He continued to follow these ideals even when he left Sicily and the tranquil and comfortable life, to follow a life of adventure and fights. His father taught him that a real man dares to stand for his dreams and ideals, and Eron Hunter followed these words consciously and unconsciously all his young life. Now his father was no more, but his words and deeds lived in the young man’s heart and in the hearts of those who had known him and were impressed by his wisdom and intellect.
As was Eron. He loved and respected his father a lot. Even if the situations had unfolded in ways that he hadn’t thought possible before. As a very young kid, he cherished the moments spent with his dad and the fact that he could learn from him a lot about life and its challenges. Never had he thought it possible that one day, as a sixteen years old kid he would stand in his father’s face and tell him he didn’t want to follow his footsteps, that he would not be a businessman and lead the way after his father retired, in the family’s business.
He thought he had lost his father’s respect when he walked out and away from his Home, from Sicily, from Italy, to lead a vagabond’s life and a streetfighter’s existence. He was surprised to hear from his mother that his father had forgiven him a long time ago. Even more surprised was he to hear that his father respected him for the decision he had taken about his life. His mother had told him that he considered Eron a strong man with a strong will and a Dreamer’s Heart. Something worth respecting.
He had sacrificed a lot in his life, to reach the heights in which he stood and flied now.
And there would be no man capable of taking this away from him easily.
If they wanted his Success and his Championship Belt, they would need to be determined to take them away from his dead, cold, fingers.
He stands tall in front of us. The wind playing with his long, black, hair. He is wrapped in a black trench coat, his hands deep in his pockets. A cigarette hangs on the left corner of his mouth and its smoke goes in his eyes. He takes a deep drag out of the cigarette, after which his calm, placid voice, fills the atmosphere around him.
“The more you stand in the Highest Heights of the Everest, the more you think the world belongs to you. The more you remain a champion, the more you think you are entitled to your wins and successful defenses. The more you get used to the flashlights and the paparazzi, the more you forget where you came from and the Hunger you had when you were just a challenger.
Well, Florida Man, that doesn’t happen with me very often. Far too long have I craved the success and the adrenaline of the Squared Circle, to let success go into my head and forget where I came from. Far too long have I suffered Hunger and Cold, to let the comfortable life of a rich man get to me and make me forget my Dreams.
I desire the adrenaline rush of a Great fight and the fights in which I am involved are usually Great fights because I make them so. Because I always give One hundred and Ten percent in every fight, and what is more important I never underestimate my opponents. Especially not someone up-and-coming like you. I know you’ve had your share of battles and success, many times you have won because challengers saw in you nothing more than a scarecrow in a Crocodile’s Mask.
Well, I won’t make the same mistake!
Far too long have I fought masked, as a Lynx, to underestimate and make fun of someone merely because he is a clown and makes the funny. Because that’s what you are Flo. You are a clown and make the funny, in the eyes of many that follow you and laugh with and at you. I won’t make the same mistake. In my eyes, you are a great challenger and a champion, and that’s all I need to know. That’s all I need to have in front of me, for me to fire up the insatiability for a great fight. That’s all I need to know, for me to be ready to spill blood and sweat in that ring.
So, get ready for the fight of your life, in that Arena, Florida Man.
And if you by mistake think that you needn’t bring up anything like hundred and plus percent, you will get the beating of a lifetime. And there be no one left to save you from demise if you underestimate me. Go on, make the funny and joke about this fight as much as you want. I will be there and ready to fight.
See you later, Alligator.
Forgive my lack of sense of Humor and Lack of Jokes.
I am merely a Humble Champion, not a Clown”
He stands there, looking at the skies above.
Fade to Black.
He continued to follow these ideals even when he left Sicily and the tranquil and comfortable life, to follow a life of adventure and fights. His father taught him that a real man dares to stand for his dreams and ideals, and Eron Hunter followed these words consciously and unconsciously all his young life. Now his father was no more, but his words and deeds lived in the young man’s heart and in the hearts of those who had known him and were impressed by his wisdom and intellect.
As was Eron. He loved and respected his father a lot. Even if the situations had unfolded in ways that he hadn’t thought possible before. As a very young kid, he cherished the moments spent with his dad and the fact that he could learn from him a lot about life and its challenges. Never had he thought it possible that one day, as a sixteen years old kid he would stand in his father’s face and tell him he didn’t want to follow his footsteps, that he would not be a businessman and lead the way after his father retired, in the family’s business.
He thought he had lost his father’s respect when he walked out and away from his Home, from Sicily, from Italy, to lead a vagabond’s life and a streetfighter’s existence. He was surprised to hear from his mother that his father had forgiven him a long time ago. Even more surprised was he to hear that his father respected him for the decision he had taken about his life. His mother had told him that he considered Eron a strong man with a strong will and a Dreamer’s Heart. Something worth respecting.
He had sacrificed a lot in his life, to reach the heights in which he stood and flied now.
And there would be no man capable of taking this away from him easily.
If they wanted his Success and his Championship Belt, they would need to be determined to take them away from his dead, cold, fingers.
***
He stands tall in front of us. The wind playing with his long, black, hair. He is wrapped in a black trench coat, his hands deep in his pockets. A cigarette hangs on the left corner of his mouth and its smoke goes in his eyes. He takes a deep drag out of the cigarette, after which his calm, placid voice, fills the atmosphere around him.
“The more you stand in the Highest Heights of the Everest, the more you think the world belongs to you. The more you remain a champion, the more you think you are entitled to your wins and successful defenses. The more you get used to the flashlights and the paparazzi, the more you forget where you came from and the Hunger you had when you were just a challenger.
Well, Florida Man, that doesn’t happen with me very often. Far too long have I craved the success and the adrenaline of the Squared Circle, to let success go into my head and forget where I came from. Far too long have I suffered Hunger and Cold, to let the comfortable life of a rich man get to me and make me forget my Dreams.
I desire the adrenaline rush of a Great fight and the fights in which I am involved are usually Great fights because I make them so. Because I always give One hundred and Ten percent in every fight, and what is more important I never underestimate my opponents. Especially not someone up-and-coming like you. I know you’ve had your share of battles and success, many times you have won because challengers saw in you nothing more than a scarecrow in a Crocodile’s Mask.
Well, I won’t make the same mistake!
Far too long have I fought masked, as a Lynx, to underestimate and make fun of someone merely because he is a clown and makes the funny. Because that’s what you are Flo. You are a clown and make the funny, in the eyes of many that follow you and laugh with and at you. I won’t make the same mistake. In my eyes, you are a great challenger and a champion, and that’s all I need to know. That’s all I need to have in front of me, for me to fire up the insatiability for a great fight. That’s all I need to know, for me to be ready to spill blood and sweat in that ring.
So, get ready for the fight of your life, in that Arena, Florida Man.
And if you by mistake think that you needn’t bring up anything like hundred and plus percent, you will get the beating of a lifetime. And there be no one left to save you from demise if you underestimate me. Go on, make the funny and joke about this fight as much as you want. I will be there and ready to fight.
See you later, Alligator.
Forgive my lack of sense of Humor and Lack of Jokes.
I am merely a Humble Champion, not a Clown”
He stands there, looking at the skies above.
Fade to Black.
