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The Gladiator vs Luther Black Vs Hells Guardian; Winner Faces Gerard Christ at Insanity
Topic Started: Mar 10 2008, 07:10 PM (103 Views)
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Winner Faces Gerard Christ at Insanity for Xtreme Wrestling Championship
Gladiator vs Hells Guardian vs Luther Black
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(Its a nice day in Orlando Florida. The sun is out and the people are out and about. Gladiator has just woken. He has took his shower, and got all his morning things done. He grabs his sun glasses and and keys and walks out to his garage. He gets in his is car and starts down the street. He goes just a few blocks and notices someone moving in. He notices Shanel White is outside taking boxes inside. He pulls up the curb infront of the house and gets out. He walks up behind Shanel. )


Gladiator: Hey Shanel, can I talk to you for a moment?

Shanel: Umm, yea sure hunnie. Do we have to do it here? Because i was about to take this box inside.

Gladiator: So your not mad at me for what I did last night?

Shanel: Mad? No. I totally understand your frustration. I know what its like to feel like that. I mean come on! I got dumped on national television!

(Shanel giggles a little and smiles)

Gladiator: Good, I just wanted to say that Im sorry for how I acted. It is a shame what Jake the Snake did. Anyways, you need help with that box?

(Shanel looks at him a little funny, then shakes her head)

Shanel: That would be very sweet of you! it is kinda heavy...

Gladiator: Shanel, Look at me. Do you think this box is going to be any trouble for me?

Shanel: Fine, fine, fine... follow me then...

(Gladiator picks up the box with no problem at all and Follows Shanel into the living room. There is a few other boxes along with a couple chairs. Gladiator sets down the box and looks at the chair. He walks over to it and sets down.)

Gladiator: Again, i want to say sorry. Its just that i havent won a single match yet, I have had two chances to go get gold. And yet, havent yet. Now next week i get another. I just dont know what to do.

(Shanel looks over at him sitting in the chair, and walks over to sit beside him)

Shanel: Dont apologize. As i said before i understand. I have been in the same place as you. Lost a number one contender match, and lost the No Limits Trophy.

Gladiator: I understand that Shanel. Its just not about titles. Sure i was in the world title match at the ppv, but im not worried about gold anymore, I just need a win.

Shanel: Well for one thing hunnie you have to learn to let go of the past. yes, your losses happened, but take them as a learning experience. After every loss there should be something that you know you need to improve on for the next match

Gladiator: The only time I came close was when Snakebite and I had a double count out. And Shanel, i thought for sure i was going to win this match lastnight. Look at me, and look at you. But some how you did it. Theres one, dont under estamate someone.

I agree, dont underestimate someone, but you also cant underestimate yourself

Gladiator: Explain

Shanel: It seems like you are downing yourself because you have yet to recieve a win. But you dont seem to realize that the more you doubt yourself, the more likely you are to lose. I know it sounds corny as hell, but to win, you have to have a winning attitude

(Shanel giggles)

Gladiator: You know Shanel, your right. Next Monday, im going into that triple threat match, and im going to walk out the winner and go on to insanity and become the new Xtreme Champion, just like you are going to do this Monday and become the new No limet trophy holder.

(Shanel smiles back)

Shanel: You couldnt be more right!

Gladiator: Listen, i need to get going, but, sense your new to town. And i live just down the road, maybe i could take you out some time and show you around.

(Gladiator takes a big swallow.)

Gladiator: That is if you want to. I mean...

Shanel: You know? That actually sounds like a good idea! What could be better than spending a night out with a great person?

(Gladiator looks down at the ground)

Gladiator: Well thanks Shanel. Your a great person yourself.

(Shanel walks over to the table and jots something down on a sticky note and walks back over to Gladiator)

Shanel: Here is my new number hun, so give me a call later on tonight and we can pick the day and time and all of that. Sound good?

(Gladiator takes the peice of paper and looks at it and smiles. He looks up at Shanel)

Gladiator: That sounds very good Shanel. Thank you again.

(Gladiator leans foward and gives Shanel a hug and turns around and starts walking out the door. Shanel walks behind him until she reaches the doorway. She waves at him as he looks back at her, then goes back into the house to finish unpacking. Meanwhile Gladiator continues to his car. He gets to the door and opens it up and gets in closing the door behind him. He looks at Shanels new house once more with a s mile. He looks foward and starts the car. He puts it in gear and drives away from Shanel's new home.)

Gladiator Thoughts: Wow, Shanel is a great person. I dont know how i could have treated her like i did last night. It just wasnt fair though. I deserve to win a match here in HcW. And beleive it or not, i think she is right. I need a winning attitude. So this week ill have one. This week, im going to go into Monday night Hell with out a win. And walk out with a win. And then after i get that win, ill conserne myself with the Xtreme Championship. Till then though, i just need to worrie about getting that "w" under my belt.

( Gladiator arrives back at his house. He parks the car in front of the garage and gets out and walks inside the house as the scene fades to black.)
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I could only remember once when the room was that cold. I was six, I think. I was at my great grandmom’s funeral, and I had asked to stay behind so that I might say goodbye privately. I didn’t know her that well, but it just seemed to be the right thing to do. The dead deserves their respect.

I remember grabbing a hold of her hand, and holding it tightly, a tear trickling down my face. Then, suddenly, the room got cold. Very cold. It was as if the room were a freezer. One of those walk in jobs. Then, I felt a presence in the room, that I could not place my finger on. It felt as if there were three of us in the room, and it was clear that the third was the reason for the tempature being so cold.

Looking back, I remember not screaming. I don’t even remember opening my mouth to scream. I was not afraid, yet I still felt uneasy. The thought of dealing with death at six years old is still unsettling to this day. Yet here I was, placing myself in the very same situation. The air was freezing, unhumanly freezing.

Glancing around the room, I could see a fire in the furnace. How ironic that even with a fire going, the chill was still intense. The fire reminded me of Luther’s match with Fear. Fear gave it his all. He even read my mind, which was very fasinating. I know that I said nothing about the ticking of a clock, yet some how, he read my thoughts.

Fear is, or should I say, was, an enigma. He was not a fluke my any means, yet he continued to hit until his energy was consumed, until his fire was down to its last flame, yet the icey chill that is Luther Black would not be warmed. Luther Black continued to come back, from every wrestling hold, from every right hook, from every kick.

Just as I was about to approach the fire, I heard footsteps approaching me from behind. I turned around slowly, to see a small boy and his dog. The dog seemed to be shivering, but the boy was unphased by the unique coldness. I stepped over to the shelf nearby and took hold of an old burlap blanket and brought it to the dog.

I dropped down to one knee and laid the blanket over the dog’s back, hoping to warm the dog up. The boy also dropped down to one knee and pet the dog’s head slowly. I smiled a bit, and turned to the boy, who did not acknowledge me.

“Pa! Rover stopped shivering!” The boy yelled.
“Is he alright?” A man asked, entering the room.
“I think he will be fine!” The boy called back.
“What happened?” The man asked.
“I don’t know. He just stopped shivering.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. This was too funny. I stood up and turned my back on the boy and his father, going over to the fire. I thought that the boy was an idiot, for not knowing that it was the blanket that had warmed the dog up. After feeling the fire heat up my hands gently, I turned around, and to my surprise, they were gone.

At this point, I should have been afraid. I should have run out of the room screaming like a girl. Yet, I didn’t. After the strange scene in the hospital, I was not surprised that the boy, his father, and their dog was gone. Why should I? I wasn’t even going to speculate whether they were ghosts or figments of my imagination. When you manage Luther Black, the line between Reality and the Supernatural disappear.

It was only at that time did I realized the door to the basement was open. I quietly walked to the door and slid it open all the way. Then I quietly began stepping down the steps, one step at a time as softly as I could, until I reached the bottom. Only when I stepped on the concrete, did I hear the hammering. Luther Black stood over a casket. A HCW camera man was chained to the wall, and his camera set aside.

“I told you, I might have a use for you later.” I told him with a grin.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“I want you to do your job, of course.” I said.

Luther calmly walked to the chains and inserted a long black key into the keyhole of the padlock. With a loud click, the padlock opened, and the camera man was free. I pointed to the camera and motioned for him to pick it up, which he did. He motioned to me that he had begun recording, and I cleared my throat.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel the earth shattering power that is resonating in this very room? The power is much more intense, thanks to the sacrafice that was Fear. You see, Fear, you stepped forward, hoping to strike a win in your first match, yet you could not make it happen. Your brawling technique, you thunderous power was not enough to keep Luther Black down. You gave it your all, and you cannot be faulted for doing such, but after the match, your resting place became Death Valley.

“Now, I would like to tell you a story. A story that you might be familiar with, if you heard it as a child. You see, there was this little boy. His name was Jack. Now, Jack lived with his mother, and they were very poor. They hardly had food to eat, but they did have a cow. Now the cow was very valuable to them, but his mother knew that to survive, they would have to sell the cow. She instructed Jack to go to the market and sell the cow.

“Along the way to the market, Jack was stopped by stranger who offered to trade five magic beans for the cow. Jack believed in magic, so he quickly made the trade, and rushed home to show his mother. His mother was awfully mad and tossed the magic beans out the window before sending him to bed on an empty stomach.

“Jack cried himself to sleep, but when he woke up, there was a large beanstalk out of his window. Three times he made a trip up the beanstalk. First he took some golden coins. Then he took a golden hen. Finally, he took a golden harp that played by itself. However, the golden harp called to the giant for help, and the giant chased Jack.

“Jack quickly climbed down the beanstalk, and chopped it down as the giant was halfway down. The giant fell to earth and as he did, there was a great earthquake, which swallowed both the beanstalk and the giant. The giant had been defeated by someone shorter than himself.” I said with a smile.
Slowly, I moved towards the casket that Luther was building. It was extra wide. Double deep. It was meant for somone much bigger than anyone else he had ever faced. The story that I had just told the HCW fans and superstars, had a ring of truth to it.

“You see, this story is important. You might call it a glance into the future. You see, Jack in a way, was a giant killer. Now, here in the world that we live in, Luther Black will assume the role of the boy. Instead of climbing up a beanstalk, he will saunter down the aisle as the fans cheer for him. He will stand toe to toe with a man that has had too many accupuncture sessions, and YOU, Gladiator. Now, we will deal with Mr.Needles in a few minutes, but it is you, Gladiator, that should heed the warning.

“You may use your height, your undeniable strength, and your weight to intimidate your opponents, yet you have finally met your match. You see, you can not intimidate someone like Luther Black. It is physically and mentally impossible. You are tall, I will give you that. Height has plenty of advantages but seemingly no weakness. You are strong, yet even strength of a giant has its limits. You out weigh Luther greatly, but it goes without saying, you are slow.

“Your chances of defeating Luther Black, is much like Fear’s chance of defeating Luther Black last Monday night. Non-existant. And as far you, Mr.Needles. They call you the…wait, what was it? Oh that’s right. They call you Hell’s Guardian. That’s right. Hell’s Guardian. Well, Luther…how do you feel about going toe to toe with Hell’s Guardian?” I asked him.

Slowly, Luther Black moved towards the camera man, but stopped short inches away.

“Hell’s Guardian, you know nothing of Hell. You do not know the torment of the flames as they strike your skin. You know nothing of the stench of rotting flesh as clumps of it fall from the skin of those who have been condemned. You know nothing of the putrid smell of the sulfer as it enters both your nose and your throat, strangling you from the inside.

“How then, can you Guard what you do not know? Do not worry. On Monday Night, I will be happy to educate you on the reality that is Hell. When you step into the ring with me and Gladiator, you had better have your boarding pass, because I am guarenteeing you a trip straight to hell, at the curtousy of one Luther Black! Your destiny has been outlined. You will arrive in Hell, and when you do, tell them that it was I that sent you.

“Gladiator. Do not feel left out. Do not feel that I have forgotten you. For your immediate future does not include hell. Your immediate future includes the feeling of a casket door slamming in front of your face, then the feeling of being lowered into the ground before shovels and shovels of dirt are thrown ontop of the casket. You both may not rest in peace, but come Monday Night…you will both…Ressssssssssssst!” Luther said, before turning back to his work.

Slowly, the camera man focuses in on the extra wide, extra deep casket, which has Gladiator’s name burned into the top. On Hell, the world will witness once again that Luther Black cannot be defeated. They will witness the destruction of two men, and then they will witness Luther Black elevated up to meet Gerard Christ. A score has yet to be settled there. And bitter sweet it will be.
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The flashing red light blinked a few times before it stayed solid red. I slowly straightened my tie, and glanced at the house behind him. Some how, it looked different than he had seen it recently, yet the darkness of night seemed to make it all the better.

“Hello, Gladiator.” I say into the camera. “If you are sitting down watching this, you will begin to realize that this is the very same house in which your little toy lives. It was right here that you took the honorable approach and helped her in with some boxes. Now, that was a very honorable thing to do, was it not? A poor helpless girl, over powered by heavy boxes, and you being the big giant teddy bear that you are decides to come to her rescue.

“I have heard the rumors. I have been on the wrestling websites such as Wrestlezone. I have heard that you have been shooting off your big mouth about the victory you hope to gain over Luther Black on Hell. I am not surprised. Here you are, a giant of a man, much power, yet, Luther Black has already proven that he is a powerful reckoning himself, and all you have is words.

“So then, I thought to myself, why not open up a promo, right here, on the front lawn of a house that means the world to you. Why not show you that I am unintimidated by you? You know, I have spent some time watching Shanel myself. She is a very tastey treat, isn’t she? I mean, those beautiful eyes. Those lucious lips. If you close your eyes, you can imagine kissing those beautiful lips.

“It truly is enough to make the knees weak, is it not? I mean, how can you not be turned on by her? Yet, your attraction is well noted, and it will be used against you. Do not worry, Luther Black is not heartless. After the victory on Hell, he will be sure to take very special care of Shanel. In fact, I believe that a dress has already been picked out for her.”

Reaching down, I pick up a white box and open it. I then remove a long black dress, which suits Luther Black’s taste more than Shanel’s. It is completely made of lace and has a dark sexy look to it.

“Imagine such a dress on Shanel’s body. It is almost enough to stop the heart. Yet, I do not wish for your heart to stop. Not just yet. Because I am looking forward to Luther Black as he dismantles you in the ring on Hell. How humiliating of an experience it will be for you, to go back and face her with yet another loss under that mile wide belt of yours.

“How many times have you lost anyways? I know that you have lost two chances at winning a HCW championship. That is pretty sad, but you have to face facts. You are a loser. You cannot and will not ever be a winner. Your status is not only limited to the ring, it seems you are also a loser in life as well. You could not even close the deal with Shanel.

“I do not understand. Here you were, being a nice guy, you manage to get into her house. She is sitting next to you. She is smiling, she is laughing, she is feeling a bit of sympathy for you. You had it all, and yet you walk out with a jotted note and a hug. The shame of it all. I hear co owner, Lance Mikes also has a daughter. I would suggest that you could help elevate your career the old fashion way, but even as easy as I hear she is, I bet you still could not get the job done.” I paused and smiled again, dropping the box and the dress.

It was time for the OSD’s to leave their mark. I whistled slightly, and waved my hands forward. Slowly, three men in brown robes moved forward, one carrying a large brown pole with an “X” at the top. They pushed the sharp end against the ground and slowly began driving it in further and further. Finally, when it was just the right length, I smiled. However, my smile faded when I notice a cop car pull up. The OSD’s quickly walked away, leaving me to deal with the police..woman?

I was mildly surprised to see a police woman step out of the police cruiser and walk over to me. She glanced at me and then at the X-sign before removing her gun and pointing it at me. I sighed slightly and put my hands up in the air.

“You have the right to…” She started.
“Why don’t you put the gun down before someone gets hurt?” I asked.

Slowly, to my surprise, she began putting the gun down on the ground. This had to be some unique side effect to working for Luther Black. There was no other explaination. I decided to test my luck and told her to go and tell her partner to drive off and leave her. I watched as she walked over to the patrol car, and moments later, it drove off without her.

“What can I say? Luther Black is one of a kind. I bet you even if you had such a gift, you still could not close the deal. Tell me something, Gladiator..are you a eunuch? No, on second thought, you do not have to answer that. I would much rather stay blissfully ignorant in that department.” I said before turning to the police woman.

“What is your name?” I asked her.
“Stella.” She answered quietly.
“Well, Stella…my accomplices seemed to have run off. I will use you, however. Light the sign on fire.” I told her.
“What?” She asked.
“Do it.”

I watched, very amused, as one of the women that had been sworn to serve and protect, took the lighter fluid and lighter from my hands and used both to ignite the sign on the front lawn. In a matter of minutes, the sign was ablaze on Shanel’s front lawn.

“Now my tall friend, you have seen the power that Luther Black commands. Stella…get on your knees.” I said.

Slowly, the police officer dropped to her knees right there on the lawn.

“What a sweet position this is, is it not, Gladiator? It is sad that our society has warped the concept of bringing someone down to their knees. Now, if you see a woman on her knees, it means that she is prepared to give oral sex. Yet, the true meaning is ‘Total Submission’. You see, this girl is showing her total submission to me, by being on her knees.

“On Hell, just like this foolish girl, you, Gladiator, and you, Hells Guardian, will assume the role of the submissive, as your wrestling careers are dominated by the force known as Luther Black!” I call out.

Slowly, the camera man backs away and looks up to the roof of the house. Luther Black is seen standing on the roof, looking down at the camera man. I smiled and touched the camera man’s back, closing my eyes. I know that the camera’s reception had been disrupted. When the interference was over, the camera man opened his eyes, to see Luther Black standing level with him.

“Do not be afraid.” I told him. “And do not look down.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, as the camera man did not heed my warning. He looked down and saw the ground far below him. He was standing far above, seeing the police woman still kneeling. He looked over to Luther Black, who stood there, staring into his eyes, as if searching his very soul. His eyes were then moved to the camera lens.

“Do you fear death, Gladiator? Do you feel the never ending abyss that awaits those who have done wrong? Do you fear the judgement that awaits, and the retribution that will be set forth to avenge those who have been violated at your hands? Death is but a doorway, that leads to the dark hall.

“When hell is said and done, I will show you the truth. I will show you that there is greater things to fear than death. As your career is submerged in the mud, your reputation will likewise become tarnished. Your credibility will become zero, and you will be known not as the beast you could have become, but the princess that you already are.

“I have walked the hallway many times. I have seen the creatures that walk on two legs, their horrible faces, their sharp teeth and their razor sharp claws. I have seen their evil eyes and their horns, yet I stand here before you unafraid. Unafraid of that which is in this world, and unafraid of that which is in the other worlds.

“Fear, like both of you, thought he would have an easy win. A truth that existed only his his subconcious mind. I saw the look of defeat in his eyes when I rose each time. I saw the look of surrender just before I gave him the Death Valley Piledriver. There are many ways to defeat a giant, and although it would be impossible to defeat you with the Death Valley Piledriver, you will still forever remember the moment when I hit a big power move, and I drop down and make the cover, and the referee counts the 1… 2… 3.

“Be not proud of your height or your power. Height can be dealt with and power can be matched. Be not proud of your dreams, because dreams will be crushed. You will fall, as Fear fell last week, and Gerard Christ will fall next week, and the world will witness the Prince of Death rise to power quicker than any other superstar in HCW. My time is now, and HCW will revere me. Get ready.” Luther said before closing his eyes.

Slowly, I backed away and than smiled at the camera man.

“Is this live feed?” I asked him, motioning to the camera.
“Yes.” He said with a nod.
“Good.” I told him.

With that, I pushed the camera man off of the roof. I waited for the sickening thud, but when I looked down, I saw him in a rose bush near the house. He managed to get to his feet while holding the camera. The camera too was unharmed.

“That is not possible..” I muttered.
“All things are possible to those who believe.” Luther said quietly.
“Joseph!” I yelled. “How long will you watch over them?!”
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