Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on May 23, 2008 19:15:46 GMT -6
[glow=black,2,300]::they didn't always select the most fit person. Usually they could just whip them into shape.
See, the program was all about taking the ordinary, and making them extraordinary.
You didn't need to be an adonis. You'd be MADE into an adonis. That was the goal.
And the memory reprogramming, the coding, the sleeper activation codes. That was to ensure obedience, and to make sure that they could be deployed when needed.
The mission goal...
What was the mission goal?
I wish I could remember. Bits and pieces, flashing light...
I'd give anything...
Another dream. They're coming more swiftly now. Fast, furious. I wonder how many it will take before they kill me? Sweating, the bed is drenched in sweat...
I believed that The Emperor was...something else. A higher power. I believed in HIM. But don't I believe in the Church? Don't I believe in the Lord?
Why...HOW could I let The Emperor twist my thoughts like that?
He's not The Emperor. He's a wrestler named Healius.
I've seen tapes of him. Celebrated champion. He retired though. Let his family wrestle in his place.
Jessica Hagan...
Seamus O'Hagan...
That was his legacy. A wrestling family.
I saw his face before, though. And underneath the hood, it was NOT Healius.
Wasn't it?
Everything is full of holes...it's so blurry at this point.
It's getting better everyday, though. More and more is coming back.
I believe I will know the truth.
I will die searching for it.
Now, I have ICW's self-proclaimed "messiah" to face. Dave Dudley- the icon himself.
He's berated these fans for many too many years. People need a hero to believe in.
A champion they can get behind.
I'll give them someone to follow, someone to look up to. I will do right by them, something that was never given to me.
I'll be their hero.
I'll be their CHAMPION!
And there will be a revolution in the name of Rome, and the name of the Holy Roman Catholic Church.
ICW, Dave Dudley....brace yourself, because we're at war. Locked in combat. Good vs. evil.
I will reign supreme. I must redeem myself...
They come faster now.
Tied to a table. Strapped by leather and buckles.
The machine makes a few noises. There are tubes sticking out of my arms and chest. They are connected to vials and reservoirs in the machine...
And a man gives me a shot. It burns, it burns...
And everything turns gold. Why gold? And there is ivy...
And light. Who's there? Lord? Is that you?
I hear a voice-
Voice - "Come into the light, my son."
Father?
Voice - "I am your father. I am father of all. I am the life maker...and the chaos bringer."
But, I'm afraid.
Voice - "Do you love your Church?"
Yes, more than anything.
Voice - "Then live for it. And you will be rewarded..."
I'll do anything, my Lord....
Voice - "We've a need for you. I have a job for you..."[/glow]
See, the program was all about taking the ordinary, and making them extraordinary.
You didn't need to be an adonis. You'd be MADE into an adonis. That was the goal.
And the memory reprogramming, the coding, the sleeper activation codes. That was to ensure obedience, and to make sure that they could be deployed when needed.
The mission goal...
What was the mission goal?
I wish I could remember. Bits and pieces, flashing light...
I'd give anything...
Another dream. They're coming more swiftly now. Fast, furious. I wonder how many it will take before they kill me? Sweating, the bed is drenched in sweat...
I believed that The Emperor was...something else. A higher power. I believed in HIM. But don't I believe in the Church? Don't I believe in the Lord?
Why...HOW could I let The Emperor twist my thoughts like that?
He's not The Emperor. He's a wrestler named Healius.
I've seen tapes of him. Celebrated champion. He retired though. Let his family wrestle in his place.
Jessica Hagan...
Seamus O'Hagan...
That was his legacy. A wrestling family.
I saw his face before, though. And underneath the hood, it was NOT Healius.
Wasn't it?
Everything is full of holes...it's so blurry at this point.
It's getting better everyday, though. More and more is coming back.
I believe I will know the truth.
I will die searching for it.
Now, I have ICW's self-proclaimed "messiah" to face. Dave Dudley- the icon himself.
He's berated these fans for many too many years. People need a hero to believe in.
A champion they can get behind.
I'll give them someone to follow, someone to look up to. I will do right by them, something that was never given to me.
I'll be their hero.
I'll be their CHAMPION!
And there will be a revolution in the name of Rome, and the name of the Holy Roman Catholic Church.
ICW, Dave Dudley....brace yourself, because we're at war. Locked in combat. Good vs. evil.
I will reign supreme. I must redeem myself...
They come faster now.
Tied to a table. Strapped by leather and buckles.
The machine makes a few noises. There are tubes sticking out of my arms and chest. They are connected to vials and reservoirs in the machine...
And a man gives me a shot. It burns, it burns...
And everything turns gold. Why gold? And there is ivy...
And light. Who's there? Lord? Is that you?
I hear a voice-
Voice - "Come into the light, my son."
Father?
Voice - "I am your father. I am father of all. I am the life maker...and the chaos bringer."
But, I'm afraid.
Voice - "Do you love your Church?"
Yes, more than anything.
Voice - "Then live for it. And you will be rewarded..."
I'll do anything, my Lord....
Voice - "We've a need for you. I have a job for you..."[/glow]