Post by Tommy "The Gladiator" Harrison on Mar 22, 2011 15:30:12 GMT -6
March.
March.
March.
March on to victory.
March on to glory.
March on to eventuality.
::Everything's eventual.
Even the defeat of a champion.
The falling of a titan.
I see it everyday.
I've grown tired, waiting, watching...
My leather chair, a part of me.
The monitors, my eyes.
But it is my job, to watch over, to govern, to control.
my job...
my job...::
March.
March.
March to defeat.
March to your doom.
Beware the ides of march.
::The Gladiator. Harrison. {The ICW World Heavyweight Champion...}
I've got to make a stand. I've got to rebuild this empire.
This is a remnant of the old ways. The Georgetown ways.
But after the Cobol Job, I've begun to realize that his ways aren't going to cut it anymore. That this was an abandoned hope.
Let the Hoyas and the Healiuses have it. I'm through.
What do I have?
I HAVE EVERYTHING.
They've got nothing.
And they'll never catch up with me.
Not anymore...
I'm the ICW World Heavyweight Champion.
Which means I'm the EWA World Champ.
Which means I'm the LWN World Champ.
Which means I'm the best there IS.
I'm the game, the cerebral assassin.
You've heard it all.
But more importantly, I'm a man who's got to prove it all to himself, now.
Because I no longer believe it to be true.
It's time to come out of my citadel.
To shut it down.
To ignite the fire that is deep inside this animal.
This warrior.
This Gladiator.
And as I look forward to finding out who I will be challenging, I'm going to dust off this ICW World Heavyweight Title.
And I'm going to make it mean something.
For the Amaleks.
For the Dan Hamptons.
For the Dave Dudleys.
For the QPublics.
For the JPacs.
For Hoyakillah.
For Healius.
For me.
For I am not Centurius Maximus.
I am not Tommy Harrison.
I'm not even The Gladiator.
I am THE ICW World Heavyweight Champion.
And in a always changing landscape,
In a world of mine which has found NEWfound dedication.
That's going to be a constant.::
March.
March.
March on to victory.
March on to glory.
March on to eventuality.
::Everything's eventual.
Even the defeat of a champion.
The falling of a titan.
I see it everyday.
I've grown tired, waiting, watching...
My leather chair, a part of me.
The monitors, my eyes.
But it is my job, to watch over, to govern, to control.
my job...
my job...::
March.
March.
March to defeat.
March to your doom.
Beware the ides of march.
::The Gladiator. Harrison. {The ICW World Heavyweight Champion...}
I've got to make a stand. I've got to rebuild this empire.
This is a remnant of the old ways. The Georgetown ways.
But after the Cobol Job, I've begun to realize that his ways aren't going to cut it anymore. That this was an abandoned hope.
Let the Hoyas and the Healiuses have it. I'm through.
What do I have?
I HAVE EVERYTHING.
They've got nothing.
And they'll never catch up with me.
Not anymore...
I'm the ICW World Heavyweight Champion.
Which means I'm the EWA World Champ.
Which means I'm the LWN World Champ.
Which means I'm the best there IS.
I'm the game, the cerebral assassin.
You've heard it all.
But more importantly, I'm a man who's got to prove it all to himself, now.
Because I no longer believe it to be true.
It's time to come out of my citadel.
To shut it down.
To ignite the fire that is deep inside this animal.
This warrior.
This Gladiator.
And as I look forward to finding out who I will be challenging, I'm going to dust off this ICW World Heavyweight Title.
And I'm going to make it mean something.
For the Amaleks.
For the Dan Hamptons.
For the Dave Dudleys.
For the QPublics.
For the JPacs.
For Hoyakillah.
For Healius.
For me.
For I am not Centurius Maximus.
I am not Tommy Harrison.
I'm not even The Gladiator.
I am THE ICW World Heavyweight Champion.
And in a always changing landscape,
In a world of mine which has found NEWfound dedication.
That's going to be a constant.::