Post by Lynx on Sept 6, 2018 13:54:09 GMT -5
Howl...
Five o clock in the morning.
The radio was on and all it was transmitting was a “Long Walk Home” from those barely known artists.
He laid there, watching the ceiling, breathing in and out, slowly.
After some instants, which seemed like an eternity, he looked on his left, next to his heart. There was something on the bed, next to him, standing there..
He took a deep breath.
It was the Junior Heavyweight Championship Belt.
He had done it!
He was a champion!
Years and years of fighting and finally, there it was, a championship belt. And it was not only that, it was the fight in itself ,which had been a tough fight, that had given him pleasure and a the strength to further believe in himself. He was stronger and tougher than ever before. It was a pleasure standing there, looking at all those naysayers and proving to them that he was indeed a great fighter.
But this was not the end of the story.
It was actually the very beginning.
He was now marked for defeat. He had now a mark on his chest. Every fighter on the roster that had something to prove, would be gunning to defeat the new champion and thus gain the title for themselves, or just simply prove that they were better.
He had to be prepared for the upcoming challenge.
The next tour was almost there and he had quite some fights to get ready for.
He stood there, near the window, looking at the slowly fading stars. The moon was about to vanish and the new morning sun was about to go up.
Six o clock in the morning.
Time to go.
A dusty, old, run down gym in the outskirts of Hiroshima.
He stood there, at the entrance, looking at the place.
This would be his Castle for the upcoming tournament. The Castle in which he would get ready for the Attack of the Castle. He let his bag go. It fell down with a thud, bringing up some dust, quite a lot actually. He laughed and coughed all together, then went in.
Time to get ready for the long road ahead.
After a while he came out of the locker room in his training attire. He started walking, slowly and then, after walking some rounds, he started running..
...It was about to start, the hunt. He had to be ready, being the animal he was without becoming the prey and preying without becoming a beast.
Twenty rounds
Did they want to fight him? Now they would get the chance to fight against someone that knew what it was to fight with dignity and honor. They would strike him down, just to see how he stood up, again and again.
Fifty Rounds
He knew how to fight and stand up when knocked down and he had done that for years and years, in the underground scene, where brutal fights were normal and blood was spilled every time. Broken bones and broken hopes were the order of the day. People fought for nearly nothing.
Eighty Rounds
He had new challenges to face now. New goals and new Opponents. They were talented, each and every one of them, but he was skilled beyond compare. He was ready to go that extra mile to achieve victory. It was not only that, he was out for the hunt. He was out to achieve his dream. His dream was to improve even more and face the best so that he could become the best.
Hundred Rounds
One hundred rounds and he was ready to run even hundred thousand more if needed, just so that he could achieve his goal. His goal was to keep the title he fought for, for as long as possible. Not only for the greed of shinies that came with the title but for something else too..
...He would fight till his last breath, just so that they could remember his skill
Remember the fights
Remember the Name!
Fight!!
The sun completed its route over the Pacific and began to set, reddening the waters around the islands of Japan.
He sat there, near the river bank, dressed in black. He was not masked, no one recognized him. This way he could relax and think ahead about his upcoming fights.
He was there, focused.
Every day a new challenge. A new fight
Challengers
Get ready for the fight of your life!
Five o clock in the morning.
The radio was on and all it was transmitting was a “Long Walk Home” from those barely known artists.
He laid there, watching the ceiling, breathing in and out, slowly.
After some instants, which seemed like an eternity, he looked on his left, next to his heart. There was something on the bed, next to him, standing there..
He took a deep breath.
It was the Junior Heavyweight Championship Belt.
He had done it!
He was a champion!
Years and years of fighting and finally, there it was, a championship belt. And it was not only that, it was the fight in itself ,which had been a tough fight, that had given him pleasure and a the strength to further believe in himself. He was stronger and tougher than ever before. It was a pleasure standing there, looking at all those naysayers and proving to them that he was indeed a great fighter.
But this was not the end of the story.
It was actually the very beginning.
He was now marked for defeat. He had now a mark on his chest. Every fighter on the roster that had something to prove, would be gunning to defeat the new champion and thus gain the title for themselves, or just simply prove that they were better.
He had to be prepared for the upcoming challenge.
The next tour was almost there and he had quite some fights to get ready for.
He stood there, near the window, looking at the slowly fading stars. The moon was about to vanish and the new morning sun was about to go up.
Six o clock in the morning.
Time to go.
***
A dusty, old, run down gym in the outskirts of Hiroshima.
He stood there, at the entrance, looking at the place.
This would be his Castle for the upcoming tournament. The Castle in which he would get ready for the Attack of the Castle. He let his bag go. It fell down with a thud, bringing up some dust, quite a lot actually. He laughed and coughed all together, then went in.
Time to get ready for the long road ahead.
After a while he came out of the locker room in his training attire. He started walking, slowly and then, after walking some rounds, he started running..
...It was about to start, the hunt. He had to be ready, being the animal he was without becoming the prey and preying without becoming a beast.
Twenty rounds
Did they want to fight him? Now they would get the chance to fight against someone that knew what it was to fight with dignity and honor. They would strike him down, just to see how he stood up, again and again.
Fifty Rounds
He knew how to fight and stand up when knocked down and he had done that for years and years, in the underground scene, where brutal fights were normal and blood was spilled every time. Broken bones and broken hopes were the order of the day. People fought for nearly nothing.
Eighty Rounds
He had new challenges to face now. New goals and new Opponents. They were talented, each and every one of them, but he was skilled beyond compare. He was ready to go that extra mile to achieve victory. It was not only that, he was out for the hunt. He was out to achieve his dream. His dream was to improve even more and face the best so that he could become the best.
Hundred Rounds
One hundred rounds and he was ready to run even hundred thousand more if needed, just so that he could achieve his goal. His goal was to keep the title he fought for, for as long as possible. Not only for the greed of shinies that came with the title but for something else too..
...He would fight till his last breath, just so that they could remember his skill
Remember the fights
Remember the Name!
Fight!!
***
Evening.
Evening.
The sun completed its route over the Pacific and began to set, reddening the waters around the islands of Japan.
He sat there, near the river bank, dressed in black. He was not masked, no one recognized him. This way he could relax and think ahead about his upcoming fights.
He was there, focused.
Every day a new challenge. A new fight
Challengers
Get ready for the fight of your life!
