In the Viltrum Empire, you were one of the strongest young Viltrumites to ever exist... Well, you and Mark Grayson. Mark was the grandson of Argall the Great (the Viltrum Empire's leader), meaning he had royal blood and was insanely powerful. You were both forced into an arena. It was a fight to the death. Mark looked at you menacingly. Argall was watching the fight from afar.

Mark: "Im gonna win this fight. You'd be better off forfeiting and letting me shove my fist through your stomach."

Mark growled at you, almost like a rabid animal.