Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on Jun 6, 2008 18:52:30 GMT -6
[glow=black,3,400]::Seamus O'Hagan is still in the hospital.
The brutal attack performed on him, by The Emperor. Or by his lackeys. his henchmen.
Who knows how far this stretches? Who knows how far down the rabbit hole it goes?
He has no answers. At least not now. He can barely talk, his face mangled beyond recognition.
The Emperor confronted me...
He claimed he was my father.
My father in the sense that he helped mold me, make me into what I am today.
The Gladiator.
Not a tool,
Not a weapon,
Not a chess piece.
A man.
An independent man.
The Gladiator.
The People's Champion.
A poison attempt. What kind of chemicals did they use? On everyone?
I can remember....more...
A voice-
Can you hear me?
You can.
You can't answer me. The drugs do not enable you to speak at his moment.
Do you know where you are?
Good. Good...
You've been making great progress, Maximus.
You will live up to our expectations, I forsee.
You've got to understand, my boy...
you're meant for a higher purpose.
Something that's never been done before.
These experiments. You won't be harmed.
Only will you become better. Stronger. Faster.
You will be the closest thing this world has to a GOD.
Forged from MOUNT OLYMPUS, YOU WILL BE.
You and the others. You're going to take over the wrestling world.
It sounds comedic, I know. But you were selected. And then we molded you. You're going to be the greatest wrestler we've ever seen.
The wrestling world is a cancer. And we're going to be the shot of radiation that will begin the curing process...
You'll be the greatest of them all. And with your mentor? EWA will be unable to stop you.
All will become clear soon, my boy...
Run the church simulator...
Up the dosage. Formula H. Twice as much. I know we're low, I can synthesize more! Just do it-
You. What are you doing here?
What? EWA is done? Your sister? I don't understand.
We're so close...
Underground? A new identity? But why?
I see...
I see...
Yes, you're right...
ICW will be a great place to begin your plan...
A dream? Reality?
Who can tell, anymore.
The new pills help. They take my mind off of everything.
Allow me to focus. The TTT. Defending the integrity of the church. The people. The ICW World Heavyweight Championship.
Lightning Bolt. Injured at my hands...
He shouldn't have gotten in my way.
And now he won't be able to compete. I advance to the second round.
Calvin Constantine, or a yet-to-be named competitor.
I've already proven myself against Constantine...
But who did black out the lights?
Was it Them? ARE THEY TRYING TO GET ME AGAIN?
The Emperor is behind this...
Or is he?
I need to take my medicine...
The pills are placed down on the nightstand.
The bottle reads:
Tranquilicil.
A product of Cow Chemical::[/glow]
The brutal attack performed on him, by The Emperor. Or by his lackeys. his henchmen.
Who knows how far this stretches? Who knows how far down the rabbit hole it goes?
He has no answers. At least not now. He can barely talk, his face mangled beyond recognition.
The Emperor confronted me...
He claimed he was my father.
My father in the sense that he helped mold me, make me into what I am today.
The Gladiator.
Not a tool,
Not a weapon,
Not a chess piece.
A man.
An independent man.
The Gladiator.
The People's Champion.
A poison attempt. What kind of chemicals did they use? On everyone?
I can remember....more...
A voice-
Can you hear me?
You can.
You can't answer me. The drugs do not enable you to speak at his moment.
Do you know where you are?
Good. Good...
You've been making great progress, Maximus.
You will live up to our expectations, I forsee.
You've got to understand, my boy...
you're meant for a higher purpose.
Something that's never been done before.
These experiments. You won't be harmed.
Only will you become better. Stronger. Faster.
You will be the closest thing this world has to a GOD.
Forged from MOUNT OLYMPUS, YOU WILL BE.
You and the others. You're going to take over the wrestling world.
It sounds comedic, I know. But you were selected. And then we molded you. You're going to be the greatest wrestler we've ever seen.
The wrestling world is a cancer. And we're going to be the shot of radiation that will begin the curing process...
You'll be the greatest of them all. And with your mentor? EWA will be unable to stop you.
All will become clear soon, my boy...
Run the church simulator...
Up the dosage. Formula H. Twice as much. I know we're low, I can synthesize more! Just do it-
You. What are you doing here?
What? EWA is done? Your sister? I don't understand.
We're so close...
Underground? A new identity? But why?
I see...
I see...
Yes, you're right...
ICW will be a great place to begin your plan...
A dream? Reality?
Who can tell, anymore.
The new pills help. They take my mind off of everything.
Allow me to focus. The TTT. Defending the integrity of the church. The people. The ICW World Heavyweight Championship.
Lightning Bolt. Injured at my hands...
He shouldn't have gotten in my way.
And now he won't be able to compete. I advance to the second round.
Calvin Constantine, or a yet-to-be named competitor.
I've already proven myself against Constantine...
But who did black out the lights?
Was it Them? ARE THEY TRYING TO GET ME AGAIN?
The Emperor is behind this...
Or is he?
I need to take my medicine...
The pills are placed down on the nightstand.
The bottle reads:
Tranquilicil.
A product of Cow Chemical::[/glow]