"Macos: The Reluctant Gladiator"Teaser

Yeah, so I'm writing a story about his gladiator named Macos. There's no real time or background, in fact it's all fantasy. You can imagine the plot and such are farely cheesey and offer no moral and educational values. Just read this fragment for example...

--“Please,” Smorkle was out of ideas. “Pretty please?”
“Nope,” the gladiator continued to give stupid answers. “I’m tired of this whole thing, Smorkle. Why don’t you fight him?”
“No!” Smorkle shuddered at the thought. “This is what you do best! I can’t do it for you.”
“Sleeping is what I do best!” roared Macos rising out of bed. “And you can not do that for me! Now get out and take my place in the ring of honor!”
“No,” Smorkle put his foot down. “This is ridiculous. I’m just your assistant! I can’t fight!”
“True,” Macos thought it over. “Send someone else!”
“Never!” the guards rushed in. “This is madness! You cannot defy the emperor.”
“I just did,” Macos showed the guards to the door. “Let him know I’m busy…”
“Busy!” the guards erupted in unison. “You’re sleeping!”
“No,” Macos lay down in his cot. “I’m resting. I’m busy resting. Now, go tell the emperor: ‘Macos is really busy. He would love to come, but just doesn’t feel like it. Please find someone else to take his place…’”
“Just as long as I don’t have to do it…” injected Smorkle with a pitiful whimper.
“Smorkle!” Macos reached over and smacked him bitterly on the back of the head. “Don’t be such a pansy!”
“Pansy!” the guards had a habit of shouting things in unison. “You’re the one slacking off!”
“Well,” Macos got his sword and slew the fatter of the two guards. “That was just un-called for!” at that, he jumped back in to bed, closed his eyes and tried to doze off. The other guard was afraid to say anything more, but his greatest fear was the emperor himself.
“You must come!” the guard stomped for emphasis.
“Yes!” Macos didn’t even open his eyes before bursting in to merriment. “Finally I don’t listen to both of you shout the same word at the same time! It’s like… heavenly!”
“I have to admit, though,” Smorkle patted the guard on the shoulder. “You guys were a great team!”
“Yeah,” said the guard. “Whatever. I actually hated that guy!”
The guard turned and walked away leaving is slain comrade behind.
“Those jerks!” Macos cleaned his bloody sword. “No manners! No decency! No individuality!” he shook his head in disgust. “I hate killing people like that! It makes me feel like I should be killing someone with more manners, decency and—”
“Ok,” Smorkle cut him off. “I get the idea.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” Smorkle tossed him a helmet. “Now why don’t you go out there and kill someone with more decency, manners and—“
“Ha!” Macos threw the helmet aside. “Nice try little friend!”
“Macos!” Smorkle tried to sound orderly. “You are being insane! Now go out there…”
“…and what? Fight?” Macos muttered have asleep. “Go tell him I’m busy!”
“Busy?” the emperor walked in to the room. “Too busy for me?”
“Yep, I’m pretty much defying—YAWN!—the emperor…” Macos’ voice drifted off in to a snore.
“Look at him!” cried the princess. “Like a tub of lard!”
“Princess!” Macos sprang to his feet and began kissing her hands in greeting. “Oh, Princess I felt your elegance as you came in the room… at least I would have, had your father not smothered it with his pompous demeanor.”
“Well said,” the princess admired Macos—barely—and thought he was an excellent fighter.
“I’ll fight for you, my dear,” he rose to a salute and demanded Smorkle to fetch his armor. “I shall show you how brave I can be!”
“Great…” she rolled her eyes and walked away shaking her head as if she had suddenly realized she had almost fallen for this lunatic.
“She’s crazy about me,” Macos told his assistant after the princess had disappeared. “Man,” he put on his helmet. “Wait until she sees me kill—What was it again?”
“A slobbering troll!” said Smorkle handing him a lance.
“A troll!” exclaimed Macos. “You never said anything about a troll! This is nuts!”
“Yeah,” Smorkle said helping put on Macos’ cape. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I though you might—”
“Panic?” Macos finished the sentence and fastened his cape. “Who? Me?” Macos laughed and began dreaming of his beloved. “Wait until she sees me—MACOS THE GREAT! Yes, Macos the Troll slayer! Sounds nice doesn’t it?”
“If you win,” said Smorkle handing him his armored boots. “Now quit talking and put these on.”--



Forgive an Typos, this is just the first draft.
This is a taste of the real thing whihc I hope to post next week