So there I was, going to Rome. I mean, we can all agree that the romans give out pretty good names. As I arrived, I immediately asked my butler to take me to the nearest orphanage. I persuaded the director that they have me adopt all the children. The children were ecstatic, most likely because of my looks (cash). So I took all the children and we toured around Rome with me like a mother duck and they the little ducklings. As we approached the Colosseum I asked the children to write down good nicknames for me. When they were busy writing things down, I approached my butler and asked if the preparations are complete. You see, I, with my charisma have rented out the entire place.
I noticed that the children have finished their suggestion so I called them over. When they got closer I had my people give out weapons and armors. In their confusion, I told them that they have to fight each other to the death in the Colosseum; and the winning child will have his/her suggestion be picked by me. Nothing serious, only harmless pranks. But man did they fight. There was one child who's bone protruded after being broken, then he used the sharp edge to stab his opponent to death. He died shortly afterwards due to bleeding. During the entire event, my servants where serving me food and snacks so that I can enjoy watching. When only two children was left, my butler served me five pieces of fried chicken. I thought to myself, "I'm a genius!". So I took that as my inspiration. At first it was Chicken5, but they always say, "When in Rome, do as the romans do." So I changed the 5 into a V. And there you have it, ChickenV.
Oh the winning child? I had him fight a bengal tiger as a finale. But I didn't watch, I was too happy to finally have another name. That reminds me, what ever happened to that kid... Well, it's not my problem.
