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Killing Fascism
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(has an old school wrestling mentality; no nonsense; less appealing to some younger fans)


#1
09-24-2022, 05:02 PM



Centurion has seen places like this before…he just doesn't know why he's here now.

The mysterious Mr. Blue has taken a strange interest in Centurion's wrestling career as of late, with his upcoming match against Bartholomew Lichter being the main focal point of these discussions. Mr. Blue liked meeting in opulent places - country clubs, exclusive restaurants, casinos. This most recent meeting, however, is in an unusual place. 

We open up inside the Rainbow Cafe LGBTQ+ Center in Anna-Jonesboro, Illinois. This combination cafe and community center is bustling with people of various backgrounds, ethnicities, genders, and so forth. In the cafe, seated at a small table in the corner of the room, is Mr. Blue. He has a cup of hot coffee sitting in front of him, as well as a cup of iced coffee. 

After a few seconds, Centurion is seen entering the room. He looks around a bit before walking up to the table Mr. Blue is seated at. Before he's able to say anything, Mr. Blue hands the iced coffee to him.

"Vanilla iced coffee, extra cream." Mr. Blue says in his calm, British accent. "I even ordered you a breakfast bagel."

"You spit in this, didn't you?" Centurion asks as he carefully inspects the drink he has been given. 

"I would never." Mr. Blue says, offended by the accusation. "I would never soil good coffee like that. Besides, if I wanted to spit on you, I would just do it. I wouldn't secretly do it like a high school fast food worker."

"...fair enough." Centurion concedes as he sits down on the other side of the table. "So why are we HERE? This seems way outside your comfort zone."

"It is." Mr. Blue says with a smirk. "That's kind of why I chose it. I wanted to show you - and in a sense, remind myself - of the world outside of our boundaries. Take a look around." Centurion glances around at the various people coming in and out of the building. "These people here have lived experiences that we have nightmares about. Some of these fine people are homeless. Many have been rejected by their families. And they are all being persecuted in one way or another because of who they are." Mr. Blue takes a sip of his coffee before getting very solemn. "You and I, we are not good people. We have scammed and cheated our way to the top, and we hurt a lot of people along the way. When karma comes for us, we deserve it. Every last bit of it. But these folks? They don't deserve the hardships that they received. Not in the slightest."

Centurion is taken aback by Mr. Blue's words. "Wow. I never took you for an empathetic man."

"Don't mistake me for some bleeding heart." Mr. Blue remarks in his typical snarky tone. "I play the game of life better than anyone, and I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty. But it is one thing to have a battle of wits against someone who is your equal. These folks here, they have to work twice as hard to get half as far, and it's because of people like Cheney, and Lichter, and other leeches like them that continue to control the resources while ensuring everyone starves."

"So, you consider yourself to be some kind of modern day Robin Hood?" Centurion snarks. "You take from the rich and give to the poor?"

"I don't give to anyone." Mr. Blue retorts. "I just understand how this world works." Mr. Blue reaches next to him and grabs a folder out of a briefcase. He tosses it over to Centurion, who raises an eyebrow. "You walked away from our most recent conversation skeptical of my motives. In that folder is every ounce of proof you need."

Centurion looks at the front of the folder. He taps the top of it, but he speaks before opening it. "You continue to be an enigma to me. I don't know if I will ever truly understand you or your motivations…" Centurion stops and slides the folder back over to Mr. Blue. "But I think I prefer it that way."

Mr. Blue, surprised by Centurion's gesture, takes the folder and slides it back in his briefcase. As he does, a waitress walks over with a breakfast sandwich on a small plate, which she places in front of Centurion. Centurion takes a sip of his iced coffee before glancing back over at Mr. Blue. "So…whatchu got?"

Mr. Blue folds his hands in front of himself on the table as Centurion picks up his sandwich and begins to eat.

"Lichter is not as radical as Cheney." Mr. Blue begins with his assessment. "He is a bigot, do not get me wrong, but he is not willing to sacrifice his life for the cause. He just wants money. The problem is, he is surrounded by people who would die in order to follow the harbingers of fascism, and we don't always know who those people are. You will not be taking part in a normal wrestling match, which concerns me."

"It's a dog collar match." Centurion says as he washes down a bite of his sandwich with the coffee.

"It's not just a dog collar match." Mr. Blue retorts. "It is a dog collar match inside a saloon. There will be people inside that building that will be very close to you, and who will have an opportunity to get to you. It is my belief that Lichter is likely to plant supporters in that crowd. Supporters that are blended in with everyone else."

"I thought the same thing." Centurion says. "I have some people coming to watch my back."

"Good." Mr. Blue quickly responds. "And be sure to defend yourself. I'm telling you, these people want you dead, and they think this is the best opportunity to take you out. When your friends come, make sure they're well equipped for the situation. And make sure you're properly set up, too."

Centurion turns his head to the side, curious at Mr. Blue's recent sentence and the way he said it. "What do you mean by that?"

"I would have thought your age would have brought with it some wisdom, but I see I am mistaken." Mr. Blue takes a verbal jab at Centurion, causing Centurion to roll his eyes. "I mean Lichter is going to bring a weapon. It won't be a gun or anything that will get picked up by a metal detector, but he is absolutely going to bring something in. Something homemade and sharp, would be my guess. Your first step in this match will likely be to disarm him. Once you are able to do that, and you have his defenses down, well…"

Mr. Blue stops to take a sip of his coffee, and Centurion gestures to him to move it along. "Well what?"

"Well, despite what many have said in the past, you are actually a trained fighter with at least an ounce of skill." Mr. Blue says with a smile. "Lichter is not. He is going to throw everything he has at you early, because he can not keep up with you. If you can disarm him, and if you can get his people out of there, you'll be able to do whatever you want to the man. My guess is, you could end the match pretty easily after that."

Centurion smiles back at Mr. Blue as he reaches for his coffee once again. "I could…if I wanted to."

"Alas, Mr. Cortinovis, we find ourselves on the same page."

—---You're Not Half The Man You Think That You Are—---

We reopen inside some sort of town hall or community center. There, we see many people holding signs and flags, representing various causes. Unlike your typical rally, the place is silent as they all face the podium at the front of the room. There stands Centurion, who is looking more nervous than he normally does. He takes a deep breath before he speaks into the mic and into the camera.

"I want everyone at home watching this to take a look at those who are gathered here today. I want their faces to be etched in your memory for all eternity…because I want you to see the people harmed by the violent rhetoric of fascism.

I do not claim to be the leader of a movement. I'm not that self centered that I would place myself on that pedestal. In fact, I am somewhat embarrassed to be the face of this. This should be someone with more lived experience. Someone who closely resembles the type of people that have to take up this fight every day. 

However, I am not the one who interjected me into this fight. Bartholomew Lichter was. And if he's going to start a fight, then I intend on finishing it."

Centurion looks back out into the crowd, who have remained deadly silent during this entire speech. 

"Lichter, you've poked and prodded long enough. You have been using me, my family, and those closest to me as props to get yourself over with your fellow insurrectionists. Congratulations. I hope you've enjoyed the spotlight you've received from me…because that ends at Relentless. I'm not going to just defeat you, Boots. I'm going to annihilate you. I am going to slice you open and make you bleed buckets, and when it's all said and done, you will not be walking away from this match under your own power.

It is not important for me to beat you, Boots. It's important for me to hurt you. Actions have consequences, and what you've done to me, and to so many other people have gone unpunished for FAR too long. The injuries Father Cheney sustained at the Cannabis Cup? Those were nothing compared to what I plan on doing to you."

Centurion's face gets red as his anger begins to spike. He tries to take another deep breath, but he is too far on a roll now to calm himself down.

"People like you claim to love America, but you're so full of shit you can't even see straight anymore. You don't love America. You love white America. You love the America that you are comfortable in, and you despise everything else that this country is built on. You are a self centered, egotistical asshole that uses everyone around you. You're barely even a person - you're a cancer. Nothing more than a clump of cells that sucks the life and energy out of this country. 

And yes, if you are someone who follows Lichter and believes in the things he says, then I am talking about you, too. Far too long have we avoided saying exactly what we need to say. While fascists get away with white supremacist rhetoric, we are told we can't respond too harshly, or else people will get offended. That might be fine for your politicians and your talking heads, but it's not fine with me anymore.

Fuck these people."

The crowd cheers at Centurion's direct words.

"Lichter, you are a man who has been catered to his entire life. Everything - EVERY SINGLE THING - that you have has been because of the privileged life you live. Trust me, I know first hand. I have had so many opportunities handed to me just because of who I am, and there are many times when I've blown it. But I'm not stupid enough to stand in front of people and tell them that I'm somehow a victim. Only you and your delusional mob do that. 

Without this fight, and without Cheney propping you up as my next opponent, you would be nothing. You would just be another disgraced politician sitting on your front porch arguing about how the world has gone soft and how you were wrongfully prosecuted. The fact you even have a match at Relentless is all thanks to me, but I do not expect you to thank me. In fact, I don't WANT you to thank me.

I want you to bleed for me. I want you to suffer for me. By the end of the night, I want to know that you will never be a pain in my ass ever again. Then, if there's any part of you left alive, I want you to apologize to the XWF faithful for wasting their time, to the roster for stealing a spot on the biggest show of the year, and to the millions of people you and your cult victimize every fucking day with the bullshit that comes out of your mouths.

Sunday night, when you're lying in pain with the cuts and bruises all over your body, I want you to know - you deserved all of it and more. You should thank God if you're not being dragged out in a box."

The crowd all sits in a bit of a stunned silence, all while waiting for Centurion to finish the speech with his patented line. Instead, Centurion just looks out into the crowd, shakes his head, and walks away from the podium as the camera fades to black.

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