Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on Dec 1, 2009 23:22:28 GMT -6
2008
A kitchen table in a middle-class home. An unidentified figure walks into the room, a bag of groceries and a set of keys in their left hand and the day's mail in the right. The groceries go on the counter, they keys are thrown aside, and the mail gets tossed onto the table.
An envelope juts out of the stack, and the camera can see three familiar letters in the return address: I. C. W.
The figure stops doing what they're doing, as they seem to notice it as well. They shuffle through the mail until they get to the envelope they were looking for; it's torn open and a single sheet of paper withdrawn.
The camera finally pulls back to focus on the face of erstwhile superstar Dan Hampton, who reads the letter with a bemused smile on his face. He finishes it, folds it back into the envelope; without saying a word, he grabs his keys and walks out of the kitchen.
He forgot to put the milk in the fridge.
Tape Eject.
He strolls the NY streets. He walks by Madison Square Garden.
Dave Dudley: Ah, the garden. Had lots of classic matches there. This town fucking sucks. I think the hot dogs are made out of used up indian food poop that they fished out of the sewer.
Dudley spits out his hot dog, it lands on a man. A badass man...
Dave Dudley: Snake?
Snake Plissken: Yeah. Dudley? It's you!
Dave Dudley: Dude, how have you been?
Snake Plissken: Well, as you can see, I never got out of town.
Dave Dudley: That sucks. Man it's been a long time!
Snake Plissken: No joke. Say, are you gonna kick that Dan Hampton's ass or what?
Dave Dudley: Oh fo' SHO!
Snake Plissken: Dave you are one dangerous mother fucker.
Dave Dudley: You're the dangerous mo fo, you rude bitch!
Dave Dudley and Snake Plissken: HIGH FIVE!!!
Dave Dudley: Well, I gotta get back to ICW. I got business to take care of. Let's keep in touch.
Snake Plissken: No problem. We'll hang out soon. But one more thing.
Dave Dudley: Sure.
Snake Plissken: Can I borrow 20 bucks?
Dave Dudley: SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Tape eject.
::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::
Tape Eject.
::a man sits in a chair. He rests his chin on his fist. He taps the control deck in front of him.::
Neil Frogurt- Mr. Schlickenmaier?
::the man turns around. This man is Hoyakillah.::
Hoyakillah- Inside The Pit, you will call me by my TITLE!
Neil Frogurt- Title?
Hoyakillah- What, did you think that 'Hoyakillah' was my name? You feeble mind. It's a title. Bestowed upon me by the true powers that control this country. This planet. This universe.
Neil Frogurt- ...I...
Hoyakillah- Of course you don't understand. I TELL you what to do. What to say. And what to think. I run the underbelly of Washington, D.C.
Neil Frogurt- I...
Hoyakillah- Do you have something important to say?
Neil Frogurt- Your nine o'clock is here.
Hoyakillah- ...send him in.
::The man that walks in? Healius.::
Healius- Hello, William.
Hoyakillah- Hello...'Robert'.
Healius- I trust you know why I have come to you?
Hoyakillah- The same reason everyone comes to me...
...you need something DONE.
2009, now.
The rain falls down on a small local cemetary, Washington D.C. Thomas Harrison is kneeling down in the grassy mud ridden plain, in front of a grave marker....
...Neil Frogurt. One of the 2008 interns. Frank, how did he end up here?
Frank Lapidus- (one of Harrison's assistants) Well, he was the third person found in that same shallow grave. The media calls it "The Pentagon's Shame". Former interns in the CIA/FBI game found dead, all dumped in the same spot.
...I can't believe the things that went on. You thought you were changing the world. But you were helping out a suffering, corruptible...
...rest in peace, Neil. You helped to expose that bastard. You were helping to change the world.
Lapidus- Come on, Mr. Harrison, we've got to run.
...excuse me?
Lapidus- What?
...you called me Mr. Harrison. When out in the field...
Lapidus- I'm sorry. Hoyakillah. Let's GO.
A kitchen table in a middle-class home. An unidentified figure walks into the room, a bag of groceries and a set of keys in their left hand and the day's mail in the right. The groceries go on the counter, they keys are thrown aside, and the mail gets tossed onto the table.
An envelope juts out of the stack, and the camera can see three familiar letters in the return address: I. C. W.
The figure stops doing what they're doing, as they seem to notice it as well. They shuffle through the mail until they get to the envelope they were looking for; it's torn open and a single sheet of paper withdrawn.
The camera finally pulls back to focus on the face of erstwhile superstar Dan Hampton, who reads the letter with a bemused smile on his face. He finishes it, folds it back into the envelope; without saying a word, he grabs his keys and walks out of the kitchen.
He forgot to put the milk in the fridge.
Tape Eject.
He strolls the NY streets. He walks by Madison Square Garden.
Dave Dudley: Ah, the garden. Had lots of classic matches there. This town fucking sucks. I think the hot dogs are made out of used up indian food poop that they fished out of the sewer.
Dudley spits out his hot dog, it lands on a man. A badass man...
Dave Dudley: Snake?
Snake Plissken: Yeah. Dudley? It's you!
Dave Dudley: Dude, how have you been?
Snake Plissken: Well, as you can see, I never got out of town.
Dave Dudley: That sucks. Man it's been a long time!
Snake Plissken: No joke. Say, are you gonna kick that Dan Hampton's ass or what?
Dave Dudley: Oh fo' SHO!
Snake Plissken: Dave you are one dangerous mother fucker.
Dave Dudley: You're the dangerous mo fo, you rude bitch!
Dave Dudley and Snake Plissken: HIGH FIVE!!!
Dave Dudley: Well, I gotta get back to ICW. I got business to take care of. Let's keep in touch.
Snake Plissken: No problem. We'll hang out soon. But one more thing.
Dave Dudley: Sure.
Snake Plissken: Can I borrow 20 bucks?
Dave Dudley: SNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Tape eject.
::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::
Tape Eject.
::a man sits in a chair. He rests his chin on his fist. He taps the control deck in front of him.::
Neil Frogurt- Mr. Schlickenmaier?
::the man turns around. This man is Hoyakillah.::
Hoyakillah- Inside The Pit, you will call me by my TITLE!
Neil Frogurt- Title?
Hoyakillah- What, did you think that 'Hoyakillah' was my name? You feeble mind. It's a title. Bestowed upon me by the true powers that control this country. This planet. This universe.
Neil Frogurt- ...I...
Hoyakillah- Of course you don't understand. I TELL you what to do. What to say. And what to think. I run the underbelly of Washington, D.C.
Neil Frogurt- I...
Hoyakillah- Do you have something important to say?
Neil Frogurt- Your nine o'clock is here.
Hoyakillah- ...send him in.
::The man that walks in? Healius.::
Healius- Hello, William.
Hoyakillah- Hello...'Robert'.
Healius- I trust you know why I have come to you?
Hoyakillah- The same reason everyone comes to me...
...you need something DONE.
2009, now.
The rain falls down on a small local cemetary, Washington D.C. Thomas Harrison is kneeling down in the grassy mud ridden plain, in front of a grave marker....
...Neil Frogurt. One of the 2008 interns. Frank, how did he end up here?
Frank Lapidus- (one of Harrison's assistants) Well, he was the third person found in that same shallow grave. The media calls it "The Pentagon's Shame". Former interns in the CIA/FBI game found dead, all dumped in the same spot.
...I can't believe the things that went on. You thought you were changing the world. But you were helping out a suffering, corruptible...
...rest in peace, Neil. You helped to expose that bastard. You were helping to change the world.
Lapidus- Come on, Mr. Harrison, we've got to run.
...excuse me?
Lapidus- What?
...you called me Mr. Harrison. When out in the field...
Lapidus- I'm sorry. Hoyakillah. Let's GO.