Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on May 17, 2008 18:31:42 GMT -6
[glow=black,2,300]::two years ago, I won the ICW World Title, only to have it taken away from me in a flurry of controversy.
What did it all mean? My master, The Emperor was not who he claimed to be. But I knew him my whole life? Did I not?
After the show, I went back to the locker room. No one was there waiting for me. I went outside to get in the Catholic Limo, no limo was there...
I walked home. To where? Did I even have a home? I was so controlled that I didn't even know where I was going...
I walked around what the commoners know as Philadelphia, the site of the ICW Colisseum.
And I passed an art store. In the window, a painting. A painting of Petronius Maximus being stoned to death by the people of Rome.
My last Imperial Cousin.
When, it suddenly hit me light a bolt of lightning-
EVERYTHING CAME BACK.
I could remember it all...
or mostly all.
I was part of a Eastern European Government Program in conjuction with The Holy Roman Catholic Church.
They were going to create an army of sleeper agents, in attempt to conquer the motherland.
The experiment went awry, however. The brainwashing techniques could not be imprinted on any normal human body. They needed beings of perfect cellular structure. The finest athletes. True gladiators. I was one of these test subjects.
BUT -- WHO -- AM -- I?
I was brainwashed into believing such drivel. But doesn't it make sense though? NO! That's what they want me to think!
How I came to be in the possession of The Emperor...
Still...I don't know.
But I must find out! I WILL NO LONGER BE A SLAVE! I AM FREE! I AM GLADIATOR!!!!
Years spent, training. I will not abandon my quest to find out who I am, and each and every day the knowledge becomes more and more clear. I have spent the last two years searching for Healius, the so-called Emperor. And what his connection is to me.
Now, ICW is once again upon us. The showcase of the immortals. The newest incarnation of the gods battling each other inside the squared circle. This is competition at it's finest.
I will respect the tradition of the Gladiator. I will respect the fans. I will respect the Holy Roman Catholic Church.
And I will respect myself, because I know I am my own man.
I am CENTURIUS MAXIMUS
I AM THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!!!::[/glow]
What did it all mean? My master, The Emperor was not who he claimed to be. But I knew him my whole life? Did I not?
After the show, I went back to the locker room. No one was there waiting for me. I went outside to get in the Catholic Limo, no limo was there...
I walked home. To where? Did I even have a home? I was so controlled that I didn't even know where I was going...
I walked around what the commoners know as Philadelphia, the site of the ICW Colisseum.
And I passed an art store. In the window, a painting. A painting of Petronius Maximus being stoned to death by the people of Rome.
My last Imperial Cousin.
When, it suddenly hit me light a bolt of lightning-
EVERYTHING CAME BACK.
I could remember it all...
or mostly all.
I was part of a Eastern European Government Program in conjuction with The Holy Roman Catholic Church.
They were going to create an army of sleeper agents, in attempt to conquer the motherland.
The experiment went awry, however. The brainwashing techniques could not be imprinted on any normal human body. They needed beings of perfect cellular structure. The finest athletes. True gladiators. I was one of these test subjects.
BUT -- WHO -- AM -- I?
I was brainwashed into believing such drivel. But doesn't it make sense though? NO! That's what they want me to think!
How I came to be in the possession of The Emperor...
Still...I don't know.
But I must find out! I WILL NO LONGER BE A SLAVE! I AM FREE! I AM GLADIATOR!!!!
Years spent, training. I will not abandon my quest to find out who I am, and each and every day the knowledge becomes more and more clear. I have spent the last two years searching for Healius, the so-called Emperor. And what his connection is to me.
Now, ICW is once again upon us. The showcase of the immortals. The newest incarnation of the gods battling each other inside the squared circle. This is competition at it's finest.
I will respect the tradition of the Gladiator. I will respect the fans. I will respect the Holy Roman Catholic Church.
And I will respect myself, because I know I am my own man.
I am CENTURIUS MAXIMUS
I AM THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!!!::[/glow]