Post by adm on Mar 27, 2010 13:49:38 GMT -6
Gladiator (Out of My Way)
Again I return to the cage where I have been training. The mat is stained with droplets of my blood and sweat, and it feels good. I am healing quickly enough from the barbed wire wounds and the other things where I am able to continue, undisturbed. I am alone right now, because every last person just needs to get OUT OF MY WAY! Why? Because I am a freight train coming to Sovereign and the Coliseum. I am the Gladiator that will win. I am something more, and the only way to survive, is to just stay out of my way.
TO MY FRIENDS:
“So, Jimmy, one more day before we get our chance to prove how much better we are. One more day, Jimmy. Do you know who will win between the two of us? Me! Though I will be giving you all the help in the world until we are the last two standing, believe me when you go to pin someone and there is none but me to stop you, that I will not hesitate to take you out and steal your victory. Either of us wins, it’s a win for Infamous. And the one who actually can beat either Angel or Harold is the one speaking right now. When it comes down to it, you’ll have to prove in the cage. After we’ve disposed of the riff raff, who is better? I think the best option is for you to get out of my way!”
Indeed, I sound harsh, Jimmy. But I will still shake the hand of the voodoo child and will still be the man to raise your hand IF you should best me. Friendship must be stalled once there are no other options but to take on one another. We both realize what happens in the cage will be forgotten, will be forgiven, for I am telling it to everyone. Everyone must simply, get out of my way!
TO MY ENEMIES:
“Andrew Jacobson, I haven’t formally addressed you yet. But you know, why should I? You seem to be ignoring me for ignoring you. Then again, you are so dense you didn’t get my little picks at you. Why? Because I am Indestructible and I am also very mentally Disturbed. Ring a bell yet? Why…I’m a master of War, Andrew. More than you, I am a Gladiator. I am prepared to go from the ancient coliseum, to this 3-year-old Coliseum. I am prepared for this match, despite what you and your colleagues are saying about my training being insane, I don’t see you doing anything to prepare. I don’t see Andrew Jacobson doing anything but running his mouth. You need to SHUT UP!”
I pick up my friend the barbed-wire briefcase. My own blood has crusted on it. It feels good to know I will use something that I have experienced, on my enemies. I put it down, smiling, and grab some forty pound dumbbells and being doing reps while speaking to Andrew some more.
“Look at these muscles, Andrew, do you have them? No, they are mine! I am full of raw power! I am full of unbridled strength! I may have looked less impressive when I was wearing my suits, but now I am not afraid to show the world that my body is covered in muscles and scars. And what are you? Nothing but some actor-looking man with no real experience in cage matches. You are looking at the man who has faced the World Champion, god of the Death Cage, in his signature match that is in this match. Welcome to the games of the Gladiators, Andrew! I am the Superior Gladiator, the Uberman.”
Andrew, get out of my way, or else you’ll wind up like the man who I decimated to get into this match. Forced to change your gimmick to become relevant. Unlike someone who doesn’t seem to have one.
“Ah, Ricky Johnson, someone who is not only long-winded, but has grown balls as well. Unfortunately those balls are the result of stupidity and mimicry. Why are you copying me? You cheat on your wife, after I cheat on mine. Ricky you are trying to imitate the life of the three most virile men in the world today; Jesse James, Tiger Woods, and of course, Kristoff Liam Bates. I am honored you’re copying me, but just stop, it doesn’t suit you. You don’t even have the balls to be anything but a complete tool that has no direction. You don’t even deserve that title around your waist. It’s only there because you were given it in exchange for that which you DID win. In the end, I guess you don’t matter, I shouldn’t be wasting my precious time or energy on you.”
Ah, yes, wasting time, it’s what I’d be doing if I addressed my other opponents more than I already have. One hasn’t spoken up in days and the other didn’t get my symbolism. What’s the point, let’s move on. I put down the dumbbells and begin doing crunches on the littered and bloody mat. What comes next? I think you should know what the Gladiator is doing after the last two.
TO THE WORLD:
“You see this? I am a train waiting to come into Sovereign with every ounce of energy I have. I will be ready to destroy, to maim, to WIN! The thing the fans will do is boo me as I stand victorious. They will not be happy, and they can all go **** themselves. I could care less as long as everyone but me bleeds. I am the Gladiator, and none else in this match has deserved that title. I have technical prowess, raw power, and the ability to fight on fumes alone to the spite of making the fans and the rest of you jealous. So just GET OUT OF MY WAY, or else be crushed under the roving wheels of this runaway train. What seems like a glimmer of hope, a light at the end of your tunnel to the World Title, that’s just me coming your way. I am the freight train coming to end your chances. You have no luck, and this is your chance to get out of the way and be spared, or be put in my way and be beaten.”
Indeed, I am going to run through you like a train. And that brings me to tomorrow night. It will be great, but there is just one last thing to say. I steel my guts and stand up straight as I speak to my opponents and the world one final time.
LAST WORDS:
“Ricky, shut up, you are wasting your breath. Nobody cares; you’ll fail just like you did in 2008. Andrew Jacobson, go **** Emma already, and don’t bother showing up. We don’t care about you. Jimmy and I, we feel you’re just another loud mouth. Paul Star, I expected more out of you, but I guess you’re quiet because of being put into the position of nobody caring about you. Say hi to Ricky and Andrew on your way down. William Washington, go back to the sandbox. You should do better there than the Coliseum. Give you a gun, and a bible, and let’s see if the terrorists will blow your head off for the good of all mankind. Jimmy Zane, my brother in arms, stay out of my way, this will be the night for Infamous, but I will be the last man standing. You will be there to shake my hand and raise it in victory, that is all. You are better served as a comrade helping me get a victory at A Night To Remember rather than the one to win tomorrow. To the Fans, go to ****ing hell. I don’t care about you, and how you’re all rooting for Ricky and Andrew, they will NOT win. Because in the end, they will all be in my way. And the best thing for them to do is to get OUT OF MY WAY!”
It’s over, that’s it. I’ll see you tomorrow night in the cage. And bring all the weapons and honor and whatever you think you will need, for even with all the strength of the world, no one will beat the Gladiator that is KRISTOFF LIAM BATES!
You can’t hold me down…You can’t hold me down…You can’t hold me down…
You can’t hold me down…
I can’t pass up this opportunity to make myself absurd
I can’t pass up this opportunity to let myself be heard
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me lose this all?
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me fall?
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up, I’m doin’ this my way
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up, I’m doin’ this my way
Out of my way!
You can’t hold me down…
I can’t pass up this opportunity to make myself absurd
I can’t pass up this opportunity to let myself be heard
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me lose this all?
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me fall?
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up, I’m doin’ this my way
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up, I’m doin’ this my way
Out of my way!