Post by adm on Mar 21, 2010 22:12:04 GMT -6
Gladiator (The Way I am)
I can’t begin to describe how upset I am. I sit in the back locker room after Collision. Diamond, Ace, and Zane are all there along with me. We are licking our wounds, and let’s just say the sight of solidarity to get us to win the Coliseum has become even more.
Rob Diamond: That was complete bull****!
Ace: They showed no respect that we deserve. Proof why we are being held down.
Jimmy Zane: We need you guys, we’re going to need every last dirty trick to get back at them.
I just sit there, thinking about what I need to do for the Coliseum. They took us out, proving we are able to be conquered, but we were also weakened from the match. It’s time for me to calm myself down before I let loose every last bit of it.
“We will need you guys to give us our weapons of choice for this match. We’ll need all the help we can get, because they know all-too-well what we are willing to bring to this match, and will use whatever numbers advantage they got from Collision against us. And it’s NEVER going to happen again. We WILL win.”
Rob Diamond: Just say the word, we’ll be there.
Ace: Sledgehammer might come in handy, Zane, you want to borrow mine?
Jimmy Zane: Whatever it takes, we will show them why we are Infamous, and while they may be famous tonight, there will be no fame for them after the Coliseum.
I nod, and then we give a little team handshake. They leave, returning to their hotel rooms to regroup and prepare for their individual matches. We’ll discuss strategy again later. And you know what, good. Because I am ready to unload every last bit of everything on them. I want them to suffer. I want them to pay. I remove my bag from my locker and sit down on the bench staring off into space as the cameras stay around.
TO MY FRIENDS:
“Listen, Bates, you can do this. You forced that prick Brad Kane to change his tune, so you can do ANYTHING. It’s possible. There is no lose, there is no quit. Anything for the goals. And if it comes down to it, Zane may have to learn why I survived almost the full length of the Riot match. You need to show them exactly what kind of man you are. You beat Homeless Harold, also known as Gib, three times, in his environment. Were it not for Nero, you would have beaten Angel and Burns in the Death Cage last summer. Were it not for underestimating yourself, you would have beaten Adam and won the World Title instead of helping Falcon win it. Your time has come, you made a promise to yourself, and it’s time to keep it.”
My brain hurts, all the stress and action of the match is getting to me, and I realize just what insurmountable odds we face if Falcon is right. I heard him say we would crumble when the title came to a head. We must prove that the last two standing will be Zane and I, and we will make the best decision on who deserves it more…if it comes to blows, it happens ONLY in the cage. Once the match is over, full support for the winner between us. But till then, I will unleash the monster within, and he begins to show his form.
TO MY ENEMIES:
“Paul Star, you cost us the match at the end. We had it all over, and then you decided to interject yourself. You spelled the first spot of doom we had ever encountered in the whole match. You were the single thread that began to unwind the masterwork knitting that was Infamous’ chance at victory. How does it make you feel? Like a big man? Like you can take a barbed-wire-briefcase to the skull for your troubles? I hope so, because you know the funny thing about thinking “It’s impossible, he could never do that.” Is that the word “Impossible” says that “I’m Possible” right there. It’s possible, Paul, and it WILL happen. I guarantee your blood will be shed. You interjected, and took our win, and that’s not something you should EVER do.”
I think about the ending of the match, the rage flows through my body and I grab my trusty barbed-wire briefcase. I press my hand against it, pricking the skin and causing my blood to flow out. I can’t help but think of how relieving it is to bleed. I know this is more of the things I learned from Homeless Harold, but…I must let the monster rise, and the desk-jockey die. I am INFAMOUS because of what I did to him to begin with, how I helped turn him into the monster he is now, how I am indirectly responsible for everything.
“Ricky Johnson, the big loser of the match. You were pinned, you were finished by Paul. And then you decide to interject yourself into our beating of him. Why? Why did you feel the urge to sail off the ropes and attack ME? You better be prepared for as much or more than Star, because blood will be shed, and I’m sure Jimmy will pull out every Voodoo trick in his books to help me destroy and dismantle the ONLY man in this match who has ever been in a previous Coliseum. And you know what, Ricky; this will be your LAST. You’ve never been anything more than a smudge on the underside of nCw’s record books, and don’t deserve the Xtreme Title. It’s time we showed you just how terrible you are. It’s time to take the barely famous and do something Infamous by putting you out of commission for good.”
And then, as the blood flows from my hand I begin to paint my face up like it’s about to be a war. Because inside the Coliseum it WILL be a war. There will be nothing but war there. There will be hell.
TO THE WORLD:
“Don’t be surprised if Kristoff Liam Bates becomes the World Champion at A Night to Remember. Don’t be surprised if Sovereign is the night I solidify my legend of Infamy by winning the Coliseum in a fashion similar to Adam Knite last year. Don’t be surprised if I solidify the monster that’s itching to get out, in and out of the ring on Sunday. Sovereign is a new day. I will prove to you all that I am as big of a prick as I’ve been saying. Because I am, whatever I say I am. You all pointed your fingers at me and laughed. And now, I’m going to show you all by destroying your heroes. One by one, Infamous will take them out. Falcon fell, Atreyu fell, and soon we will remove Ricky Johnson and more will come. The more you root for someone, the more likely they will be gone. Alex Jones? He’s going to go away soon as well. Jacobson, of course. The only people left will be INFAMOUS.”
I pull my bag up over my shoulder, and begin to walk out of the locker room with my face painted up like I’m about to go to war. Because this week, I’m going to war. I haven’t even gotten to Will or Jacobson, but their time will come, and in appropriate fashion. They will all hear what they mean to me, and how the monster will be unleashed. My eyes are glaring with a passion. I have another chance to prove myself, and I WILL be the winner, because I am a Gladiator. I will make them ALL shut up, because that’s just the way I am.