Here's the story of how i got it
On New Years Eve some years ago, I went out and decided Vodka would be my drink of choice. Things were going smoothly till I went one shot too many and had to leave. On my way out of the bar, I bumped into the bouncer. He took offense to this, grabbed ahold of my waist and sent me to suplex city, hurdling me through the air and dropping me on my neck.
What happened next I can only describe as what I imagine possession to be like. I thought I was concussed, but after mere moments, I found myself in top position, wrenching this guy in a kimura. As I stood, I felt fire in my eyes as I had a vision...
All of a sudden, I'm no longer outside the bar but walking in a field engulfed in flames. All around me are the bodies of fallen warriors. I see Cro Cop and Nogueira. Herring and Hunt. Randleman and Arlovski. Through the fire I glance up to see what appears to be a man walking through the flames. I see metal glinting at me, pieces of his skin burnt away to reveal the metal underneath. Stoic. An actual cyborg. I go to meet his gaze, but it's too intense, and I blink and glance away.
When I reopen my eyes, I'm in a lab. Russian men and women in white coats are rushing all around me, frantic. Electricity passes overhead from one conductor to the other. Amid the chaos, a beautiful blonde woman pulls me close and whispers into my ear "...the experiment isn't finished. Soon, He will return...." I motion to ask who but my surroundings have changed once again....
I'm in the motherland, surrounded by excited citizens. Some openly weeping tears of joy, hoping to catch a glimpse of their returning ruler. The crowd is reaching a fever pitch, and they're chanting the same thing over and over.... I can just make out what it is as I blink and reopen my eyes to find myself on the street outside the bar. A crowd had gathered and they're all staring at me, not saying a thing. I look around and see that I've scrawled one saying on the pavement, over and over...
The Emperor Rises.
The Emperor Rises...