Post by Eron Hunter on Nov 9, 2024 6:31:12 GMT -5
The wind was playing with his hair, and a cigarette was hanging on the right corner of his mouth. The sea waves were kissing the shore on which he was standing while looking at the horizon. Everything was happening almost in slow motion as the evening lay above Mother Earth. Sun was going down, easily caressing the sea under which he was about to sleep.
Eron Hunter stood there, hands deep in his black overcoat pockets. He was thinking about what his next adversary said in his promotional video. He, the new world Hero, a coward? Someone who would abandon what he loved because of the fear he felt within his heart? Gavin Drake hadn´t said exactly that, but Eron felt that, indirect in his adversary´s speech.
And that wasn´t true.
It was a lie
A wrong way of seeing things.
Yes, Eron Hunter left. He walked into the sunset, with his wanderers’ pouch on his shoulders, heading home. But that was because he thought he was done. Because he thought he had achieved everything he had to achieve. Because he was injured and tired of being so. Every fighter, who calls himself such, has had those moments. But just like every fighter, who hadn´t really quit, coming back from every injury and fearful moment, Eron wasn´t a coward.
Totally the opposite.
The sun went slowly down, but this wasn´t the end of days. It would come up in a few hours again, full of light, to enlighten the whole world.
He stood there, horizon behind, hands deep in his coat pockets, biting a cigarette tail while calmly staring into the void in front of him. Taking a deep breath, after some instants, he started speaking in a calm manner.
“You are an adversary, Gavin. And as such you will say and do things to impose your view of things, to hype yourself for the upcoming fight. And just like in every opinion there are things right and things wrong in your monologue.
You are right, I left W:UK and the world of wrestling as a whole for quite some time. If I tried to object to everything you said I would say that I didn´t leave of my free will, I left because injured. But that wouldn´t be the truth. It would be wrong, just as wrong as the pseudofact you spouted, the one telling the world I was a coward.
I left injured, but that wasn´t the start of things. I had left these very halls time before that, and I will admit my injury was an excuse to call it quits. But I didn´t leave because of fear, there was no fear in me in those moments, all there was, was complacency. Satisfaction because I had done it all. A feeling of somewhat boredom, because things started feeling the same old, same old over and over again.
So, I called it quits.
But I haven´t forgotten how to fight
I haven´t forgotten what it means to be a champion.
I have done it before, traveled the long road, with its hardships, ups and downs. I know how to walk on this path, over and over again. I know how to start a long trip, know that everything starts with a first, small, step. And you Gavin Drake are that first, small, step.
You are strong and fierce, that I will admit, but you are no match for Eron Hunter. Not because you have no skills or power, but because you are a confused soul with a blurred sight. You have no clear idea of what you do, what you want to do, or where you want to go. And that, Gavin, is not what a worthy adversary is, for someone who has had his goals clear since he was a whippersnapper.
Drake, I am a wrestler and that is all I want to be. All I have wanted to be since the beginning of time. My vision is clear, my goals are chiseled in stone. Yes, I have called it quits a myriad of times in all these years, but I have always found my way back. Because old chap, I have always known my path. I have never fallen into chaos. While you proudly admit to being part of it.
Chaos is not might, it is weakness at its best. Might give you strength for a short time, but it consumes you as a whole in the end. Just like it will do with you, Donzig, and everyone else that is part of your company. And I will show you that, I will prove that to you in our upcoming fight. I take my power from Order, Honor, and Pride in being the best there is as a good human being.
You might even manage to beat me in our upcoming fight, Drake. But that would be just a won battle, in a lost war. While my story? My story is one of success, because I know who I am and because when it comes to climbing the Everest, I have already done it once…
...and know the ways of doing it again.”
He stands there, arms crossed on his chest, in the middle of the nightfall that has engulfed the seashore. Sun is down, will never be like that forever though, as long as it has light. Dawn will come upon us again, as it has always done. As it will always do, for as long as there is light.
Fade.
Eron Hunter stood there, hands deep in his black overcoat pockets. He was thinking about what his next adversary said in his promotional video. He, the new world Hero, a coward? Someone who would abandon what he loved because of the fear he felt within his heart? Gavin Drake hadn´t said exactly that, but Eron felt that, indirect in his adversary´s speech.
And that wasn´t true.
It was a lie
A wrong way of seeing things.
Yes, Eron Hunter left. He walked into the sunset, with his wanderers’ pouch on his shoulders, heading home. But that was because he thought he was done. Because he thought he had achieved everything he had to achieve. Because he was injured and tired of being so. Every fighter, who calls himself such, has had those moments. But just like every fighter, who hadn´t really quit, coming back from every injury and fearful moment, Eron wasn´t a coward.
Totally the opposite.
The sun went slowly down, but this wasn´t the end of days. It would come up in a few hours again, full of light, to enlighten the whole world.
***
He stood there, horizon behind, hands deep in his coat pockets, biting a cigarette tail while calmly staring into the void in front of him. Taking a deep breath, after some instants, he started speaking in a calm manner.
“You are an adversary, Gavin. And as such you will say and do things to impose your view of things, to hype yourself for the upcoming fight. And just like in every opinion there are things right and things wrong in your monologue.
You are right, I left W:UK and the world of wrestling as a whole for quite some time. If I tried to object to everything you said I would say that I didn´t leave of my free will, I left because injured. But that wouldn´t be the truth. It would be wrong, just as wrong as the pseudofact you spouted, the one telling the world I was a coward.
I left injured, but that wasn´t the start of things. I had left these very halls time before that, and I will admit my injury was an excuse to call it quits. But I didn´t leave because of fear, there was no fear in me in those moments, all there was, was complacency. Satisfaction because I had done it all. A feeling of somewhat boredom, because things started feeling the same old, same old over and over again.
So, I called it quits.
But I haven´t forgotten how to fight
I haven´t forgotten what it means to be a champion.
I have done it before, traveled the long road, with its hardships, ups and downs. I know how to walk on this path, over and over again. I know how to start a long trip, know that everything starts with a first, small, step. And you Gavin Drake are that first, small, step.
You are strong and fierce, that I will admit, but you are no match for Eron Hunter. Not because you have no skills or power, but because you are a confused soul with a blurred sight. You have no clear idea of what you do, what you want to do, or where you want to go. And that, Gavin, is not what a worthy adversary is, for someone who has had his goals clear since he was a whippersnapper.
Drake, I am a wrestler and that is all I want to be. All I have wanted to be since the beginning of time. My vision is clear, my goals are chiseled in stone. Yes, I have called it quits a myriad of times in all these years, but I have always found my way back. Because old chap, I have always known my path. I have never fallen into chaos. While you proudly admit to being part of it.
Chaos is not might, it is weakness at its best. Might give you strength for a short time, but it consumes you as a whole in the end. Just like it will do with you, Donzig, and everyone else that is part of your company. And I will show you that, I will prove that to you in our upcoming fight. I take my power from Order, Honor, and Pride in being the best there is as a good human being.
You might even manage to beat me in our upcoming fight, Drake. But that would be just a won battle, in a lost war. While my story? My story is one of success, because I know who I am and because when it comes to climbing the Everest, I have already done it once…
...and know the ways of doing it again.”
He stands there, arms crossed on his chest, in the middle of the nightfall that has engulfed the seashore. Sun is down, will never be like that forever though, as long as it has light. Dawn will come upon us again, as it has always done. As it will always do, for as long as there is light.
Fade.
