The skilled pearl diver Tamatori was betrothed

The skilled pearl diver Tamatori was betrothed to the samurai lord Fujiwara. In lieu of the dowry he suggested she recover the black pearl from Dragon Lord Ryujin's undersea palace

Tamatori would have agreed with Lord Fujiwara, but she was the daughter of the Dragon Lord. Through the darkest of magic she'd been made human, but only temporarily.

Tamatori averted her gaze. Damn, he was hunky for a human. "Lord Fujiwara, there are things you don't know about me. Terrible things. Tamatori felt her dragon essence uncoiling

as she waited. "But I'm Hercules," he said. "I'm a strong." "CUT! Kevin, don't talk, just stand there & look pretty," the man in the chair said. Herc nodded. Tamatori breathed fire

on Hercules for being such a douche. "CUUUT!" The guy in the chair yelled. "Tamatori, that's the 3rd guy you've scorched this week! Tamatori flew off to search for another main

street occupation protest to set on fire, with Hercules in close pursuit. This whole "Occupy Ancient Greece" thing had to stop. But, try as he might, Hercules wasn't fast enough

. "You gotta lose that 10 pounds you picked up on vacation, man," his agent chastised. "As long as you insist on doing your own stunts..." Hercules stopped chasing the extras,

turned to his agent, and shrugged his shoulders. "To tell you the truth, Sid, I just don't think I got it in me anymore." Hercules sat on a prop stone and moped. "Lately, I've been

thinking of starting an Eagles cover band and doing the circuit in the Catskills. In between shows I could work on my electric puppet show and you never know, someday I might

have some class, might be a contender, might be somebody instead of being a bum which is what I am, lets face it.