Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on Jun 2, 2008 15:17:52 GMT -6
[glow=black,3,400]Tag team competition, like the relays of ancient times. A team battle for the ages.
Lightning Bolt, a miscreant.
But Calvin Constantine...
I sense something.
Something within you.
The warrior's spirit.
You're a Gladiator.
You just don't know it yet...
::Where was I? Oh yes...::
SON??
The Emperor- Yes, my son. Come closer...
NO! It can't be. You're not...
The Emperor- Your father? Are I not? Who plucked you from the wasteland you inhabited WHO PLUCKED YOU from a mediocre life in the clergy WHO PLUCKED YOU FROM BEING A PUNY INSIGNIFICANT CHILD, AND TURNED YOU INTO A GOD???
I made myself WHO I AM TODAY.
The Emperor- You are a CREATION, and I made you up. Now come home to me, son. Come home to your TRUE master.
I am my OWN master.
The Emperor- YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!
Was he telling the truth?
Am I making all of this up...
Am I helpless? WHAT IS GOING ON?
I don't know what to think. Am I doomed to fail without him?
He is my master, I must obey-
NO. NO!
NO!!!
::The Emperor reaches into his robe...::
The Emperor- Come. Might I offer you a drink?
A drink?
The Emperor- Take a moment to think about it. How do we regain control of the world? OUR WORLD. THE ICW. The world of wrestling. THE HOLY ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH...
::the emperor hands Centurius Maximus the goblet::
How...yes...how...
::Maximus lifts the goblet to his mouth::
NO! WHAT KIND OF TRICKERY IS THIS?
The Emperor- Drink it, you FOOL!
Never. I will NEVER harm my body with your treachery again, Lord HEALIUS.
The Emperor- That man is dead. Died for a cause he didn't even understand.
No...you're him. He is you. I know so.
The Emperor- Don't put too much stock in what you believe, boy. Things are NEVER what they seem.
::Maximus throws down the goblet, shattering it::
I'll never come back to you. I defend the church. And the PEOPLE. And MYSELF. I'M THE GLADIATOR.
The Emperor- You're a freak just like the rest of them. You're a tool in my toolbox. YOUR KIND COMES AND GOES AS I PLEASE. I can put two of you in my numbers just as easily as retrieving you.
Then why not replace me?
The Emperor- You're special. You're the one. You will help me regain control of what USED TO BE MINE.
Nothing is yours anymore. Your time is gone.
What if he's right, again?
I could stand with him...
we could take over ICW, and then achieve the rest of our goals.
NO! Those are HIS goals...not mine...
The Emperor- Son. There isn't much time.
You hurt O'Hagan, didn't you? You had him beat within an inch of HIS LIFE!
The Emperor- When you're me, you don't do things personally, boy. There is an entire cadre of us. We're like the arms of the Hydra. You cut us down and another will replace us.
But not you. You're something else, aren't you?
The Emperor- I have my own hidden agendas, that my colleagues have no idea of.
And am I one of those hidden agendas?
The Emperor- Oh know. The other eleven know very much about you, Maximus.
::The Emperor laughs::
I'm confused....the old thoughts come flooding through my head again.
I can't let myself be subjected to this torment again. Not when I'm so close to being free.
Not when I'm so close to unraveling the mystery behind all of this.
No. Tell me what its all for? Tell me what they did to me.
The Emperor- I made you strong, is all. Taught you how to defend yourself. You did the rest yourself.
No...
The Emperor- But if you come back to me, we'll figure it all out. I promise...
Lies. All lies. NO!
::The Gladiator runs off, leaving The Emperor to look on, as his robe waves in the night air.::
The Emperor- No matter. There are still others, if I cannot have him. Let him have his glory, now. Let them all have their glory...
::the Emperor walks off into the shadows, but not before dropping a vile onto the ground. It spills out, revealing the drugs that he attempted to use on Maximus to regain control of him...
On the label, the words:
a product of Cow Chemical::[/glow]
Lightning Bolt, a miscreant.
But Calvin Constantine...
I sense something.
Something within you.
The warrior's spirit.
You're a Gladiator.
You just don't know it yet...
::Where was I? Oh yes...::
SON??
The Emperor- Yes, my son. Come closer...
NO! It can't be. You're not...
The Emperor- Your father? Are I not? Who plucked you from the wasteland you inhabited WHO PLUCKED YOU from a mediocre life in the clergy WHO PLUCKED YOU FROM BEING A PUNY INSIGNIFICANT CHILD, AND TURNED YOU INTO A GOD???
I made myself WHO I AM TODAY.
The Emperor- You are a CREATION, and I made you up. Now come home to me, son. Come home to your TRUE master.
I am my OWN master.
The Emperor- YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!
Was he telling the truth?
Am I making all of this up...
Am I helpless? WHAT IS GOING ON?
I don't know what to think. Am I doomed to fail without him?
He is my master, I must obey-
NO. NO!
NO!!!
::The Emperor reaches into his robe...::
The Emperor- Come. Might I offer you a drink?
A drink?
The Emperor- Take a moment to think about it. How do we regain control of the world? OUR WORLD. THE ICW. The world of wrestling. THE HOLY ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH...
::the emperor hands Centurius Maximus the goblet::
How...yes...how...
::Maximus lifts the goblet to his mouth::
NO! WHAT KIND OF TRICKERY IS THIS?
The Emperor- Drink it, you FOOL!
Never. I will NEVER harm my body with your treachery again, Lord HEALIUS.
The Emperor- That man is dead. Died for a cause he didn't even understand.
No...you're him. He is you. I know so.
The Emperor- Don't put too much stock in what you believe, boy. Things are NEVER what they seem.
::Maximus throws down the goblet, shattering it::
I'll never come back to you. I defend the church. And the PEOPLE. And MYSELF. I'M THE GLADIATOR.
The Emperor- You're a freak just like the rest of them. You're a tool in my toolbox. YOUR KIND COMES AND GOES AS I PLEASE. I can put two of you in my numbers just as easily as retrieving you.
Then why not replace me?
The Emperor- You're special. You're the one. You will help me regain control of what USED TO BE MINE.
Nothing is yours anymore. Your time is gone.
What if he's right, again?
I could stand with him...
we could take over ICW, and then achieve the rest of our goals.
NO! Those are HIS goals...not mine...
The Emperor- Son. There isn't much time.
You hurt O'Hagan, didn't you? You had him beat within an inch of HIS LIFE!
The Emperor- When you're me, you don't do things personally, boy. There is an entire cadre of us. We're like the arms of the Hydra. You cut us down and another will replace us.
But not you. You're something else, aren't you?
The Emperor- I have my own hidden agendas, that my colleagues have no idea of.
And am I one of those hidden agendas?
The Emperor- Oh know. The other eleven know very much about you, Maximus.
::The Emperor laughs::
I'm confused....the old thoughts come flooding through my head again.
I can't let myself be subjected to this torment again. Not when I'm so close to being free.
Not when I'm so close to unraveling the mystery behind all of this.
No. Tell me what its all for? Tell me what they did to me.
The Emperor- I made you strong, is all. Taught you how to defend yourself. You did the rest yourself.
No...
The Emperor- But if you come back to me, we'll figure it all out. I promise...
Lies. All lies. NO!
::The Gladiator runs off, leaving The Emperor to look on, as his robe waves in the night air.::
The Emperor- No matter. There are still others, if I cannot have him. Let him have his glory, now. Let them all have their glory...
::the Emperor walks off into the shadows, but not before dropping a vile onto the ground. It spills out, revealing the drugs that he attempted to use on Maximus to regain control of him...
On the label, the words:
a product of Cow Chemical::[/glow]