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The One - Centurion - 06-16-2020
"Egg Harbor Township police and fire department are responding to a fire on 6th Avenue. Atlantic County 911 received a call about the fire at the Law Office Building of Briar, Munley, and Lukaszavitz sometime after 8 PM. No further information is known at this time, but early reports indicated there was no one in the building at the time of the fire."
(A slight smirk comes across the face of Genevieve Tate, as the words of the newscaster on the radio echo through the valley.
We open up in the Mays Landing Campground in the woods of Atlantic County, New Jersey. There, sitting outside of a cabin and in front of a fire is Genevieve Tate, her eyes closed as she listens to the radio and meditates. The sun has gone down, and the rest of the area is quiet, as few of the surrounding cabins are being rented during the COVID-19 crisis.
As the news report ends, music begins to play, and Genevieve goes back to her meditative state, listening to the sound of the fire crackling and the wind brushing through the trees. After a few minutes, the sound of a car pulling up on a stone driveway is heard, followed by headlights illuminating Genevieve from behind. She opens her eyes with another wide smile, as she already knows who is pulling in.
As the car stops, the drivers side door opens, and out steps Centurion. He has the mask and hood off from the costume he was wearing, but the rest of the black outfit remains on. The passanger door and a back door open, and out step Nellie and Erin Morgan, respectively, both also wearing the black outfits.)
Centurion: Holy fuck! What a rush!
(Genevieve stands and begins walking toward the group.)
Centurion: That was incredible. I can see why Hired Gun wears these all the time. I feel invincible!
Nellie: That was the most insane shit I've ever been a part of. We're criminals!
Centurion: We're revolutionaries, is what we are, Nellie. The first shot fired at a conglomerate that has made millions off of exploiting people and leaving marganalized folks in the dirt. We did what so many have dreamed of doing.
Genevieve: Went well, I assume?
(Centurion shows off another one of his goofy, full teeth smile as he puts his arm around Nellie.)
Centurion: Spectacularly. Nothing like a little father/daughter arson to get the blood flowing and bring the family closer together.
(Centurion tussles Nellie's hair, who pushes away from him while laughing.)
Genevieve: So he didn't know who you were?
Centurion: Oh, he knew EXACTLY who we were. He just can't do shit about it. No prints, no DNA, no security cam footage, and after we toss these clothes into the fire, no evidence that these mysterious "masked men" even exist...except for one, who happens to be my opponent in the ring this week.
(Centurion reaches into the car and grabs the three masks from inside. The four of them walk over to the fire and Centurion tosses them into the flames, causing the fabric and wood parts to instantly ignite.)
Centurion: You did a great job on those, Erin. Sorry you don't get to keep them and bask in your hard work.
Erin: It's ok. If I need validation like that, I'll just drive by the chared remains of the building and take a picture.
Centurion: Yeah, don't do that, either. By the way, we don't speak to anyone about this, got it? Those that know are the only ones who will. That means no Walter, no Allison, no Tula - this is as big as the circle gets.
Nellie: You know Walter's going to watch the news and come to the conclusion himself, right?
Centurion: Let him. If he asks you, you lie. Plausable deniability is what we're going for here, folks.
Nellie: But what about them?
(Nellie points at you - yes, you, directly.)
Centurion: Don't worry about them. This is all exposition anyway.
Nellie: What?
Centurion: What?
Genevieve: It might be best to stay low for a while. Spend the night here, then lets head over to Europe. And let's not come straight back after Warfare, either. If Allison asks, tell her we're going on another vacation. Eastern Europe is beautiful this time of year.
Centurion: Oo, yeah it is. We can check out Prague, then visit wherever the hell Boris is from. Make a whole week out of it. What do you say ladies?
(Nellie and Erin both look at each other. Nellie just kind of shrugs, while Erin nods her head.)
Nellie: I have some vacation time built up. And I've never been to Riga.
Centurion: We can also take a stop in Athens. There's some people I need to see regarding my father and his past. And the next Warfare is in France. It all works out.
(Erin let's out a big yawn and blinks a few times.)
Erin: I think that's enough excitement for one night. Nell, care to walk me to bed?
Centurion: Goodnight, ladies.
(Nellie and Erin walk away from the fire and towards the cabin, leaving Genevieve and Centurion sitting alone by the fire. Centurion appears to be wide awake, adrenaline still pumping from the evening's activities.)
Centurion: That was incredible. Kind of makes me want to burn down something else.
Genevieve: Easy there, Che Guevara. You did what you had to do, but you don't want to become a pyromaniac. Crime can be an addictive adrenaline rush, but it can also lead you down a really dark path.
Centurion: Ah, just like cocaine.
Genevieve: You...sound like you have experience.
Centurion: A little bit when my casino was doing it's best business. Felt like my heart was going to explode out of me chest, so I stopped.
Genevieve: That's for the best.
Centurion: I ended up replacing that vice with gambling...and pussay!!
(Genevieve gives a light chuckle as she puts her arms over Centurion's shoulders and around his waist, pulling him closer to her.)
Genevieve: Do me a favor, will you? ...never say that again.
------With All Your Limitations, I Think You're Doing All You Can------
Alright, can we talk about the elephant in the room now? Can we talk about Hired Gun's attraction toward me!
For several weeks now, Hired Gun has talked molesting me, me touching him, all this other stuff, and normally that wouldn't bother me. I've wrestled gay dudes before, and sometimes they like to try to freak me out, thinking I'll succumb to homophobia and snap like all the dudes in this sport that have no confidence in their own sexuality. That's not how I roll. A lot of people are going to find me attractive. I consider that to be their downfall, not mine.
But with Hired Gun, it's a little more concerning. See, he comes from the
School Of Weird Shit, meaning he could be into all kinds of things. Skull fucking buffalo? Getting pissed on by Albanian weightlifters? Jacking off to videos of the Kennedy Assassination? Hell, I don't know. People are into weirder and weirder things these days.That's why, when Hired Gun says he's going to molest me, I kind of want to bring a can of pepper spray. I get it - he wants to touch my dick. Who doesn't? My dick is 100% Made In America Grade A Beef. It's the filet mignon of dicks. There's a reason I don't talk about it much - I know there are people out there in happy marriages right now, and I'd hate to ruin that if the word got about about my thick cock.
I don't even think it's a "gay" thing for Hired Gun. I remember the Black Circle and all the weird offshoots it spawned. Those dudes used to blow each other in a waterfall of blood just because they could. It wasn't about the sex - it was about doing the filthiest, most vile thing on the planet. See, this is why pornography is ruining America. Once you get bored of normal stuff, you eventually have to seek out weirder and weirder shit. Shane
and his cronies were the only ones to watch 2 Girls 1 Cup and think "not enough vomit."There's another thing these folks like to get off to - pain. Both giving it and receiving it. That's why threatening to beat Hired Gun's ass just isn't going to cut it. He would love that. I'm sure he's looking forward to it, actually. And I can't say I'm going to humiliate the dude, because I'm sure he'll bring a leash and a ball gag and ask me to walk him around town.
No, that's why I'm not going to do any of that. Instead, I'm just going to say I will beat Hired Gun. I will prove to him and to the world that he isn't as good of a wrestler as I am. Not only that, but I will prove he's not as TOUGH as I am. Oh, now we're talking.
See, while everyone calls me "boring", there's one thing you never hear my opponents talk about - and that's how tough I am. I know I don't look it - I'm a 43 year old with lesbian haircut and a tooth that's directly in the center of my face. I have a bit of a waddle to my step and my knee makes this weird clicking noise when I stand up. But brother, I'm a bad dude.
That's why all that talk of Hired Gun being what "rebuilds me" is all bullshit. I'm already old and leathery. There is no rebuilding me. What you see is what you get. If you destroy me, Gun, then that's it. There is no better, stronger, more bitter Centurion that emerges from the ashes. In fact, knowing that is exactly what you and the ghost of Shane
want may make me want to go in the opposite direction.That's right, if you destroy me to the point where I have to be "rebuilt", I'll come out the other side with a huge smile on my face, hugging all the fans and singing K-Pop songs. I'll be so sweet I'll make Ruby look like a contrarian. Maybe I'll wear the exact same outfit you're wearing, Gun, only in all pastel colors. How's that for a rebranding?
Word of advice, Gun - don't tip your fucking hand. Especially not against someone with 20 years of experience.
You went into this match as this great unknown. The badass bodyguard behind the mask. The one person who could end my title reign. And yet, as each day has passed, another layer of your mystery has worn off. You're not as witty as everyone thought you were. You tell the world your plan, not only to beat me, but to recreate me. You steal Mastermind's gimmick. And you flat out admit that you have been overhyped due to a couple of matches against weak opponents. I mean, shit, have I missed anything? Do we even need to have this match, or are you just going to forfeit now?
Under normal circumstances, with normal people, I would know exactly what you were doing. You would be attempting to set the bar low in an effort to take all the wind out of my sails after I beat you. You heard me say how beating you will jumpstart my career, so you want to plant the seeds of doubt into everyone's mind when that happens. It's a hell of a strategy, and to be honest, it's probably something I would try if I was in your position.
But you're not a normal person. Things like "strategy" and "long term planning" don't really resonate with you. So who knows what the hell you're doing? Maybe you're just being honest. Maybe you were surprised when you found out I chose you as my next opponent, and you decided to set the record straight and let the world know that I was wrong, and that the shot should have gone to somebody else.
Whatever the case is, you've pretty much spoiled the ending for the entire world. There's only one outcome that makes sense, and that's me still walking out as champion.
The question is, what happens to you after tomorrow night? How do you move on from this? Do you do like so many have done and act like it never happened? Try to completely rewrite history to make people think you were somehow successful, even when you weren't? Maybe you'll go the classic route of blaming management. That's a popular one for people who lose to me. Maybe you just won't care at all. You'll walk out of the arena, shrug your shoulders, and say "meh, shit happens."
What do I think is going to happen, though? I think you're going to kneel at the grave of Shane
, and beg for his forgiveness. I think you'll flog yourself and mutilate yourself and scream "I'm sorry Papa! I failed you!" And the omnipresent Shane is going to rise up from Hell and cast you away. He will toss you in the bin with Greggo and Cyren and Engineer and every other experiment that he held close to him only to give up on and toss into the trash. And as your lying there, crying your eyes out, you will get a glimpse of Shane's new toy. And before they walk away from you forever, you'll hear the faint, undeniable sound of his siren song."Suck my dick!"
And just like that, you will be replaced forever. Such a sad story, isn't it? And we still won't get to find out who you really are!
But perhaps that is for the best. At least this way, you still get to keep the aura that surrounds you. You get to walk away as the "mysterious Hired Gun". And for the next several years, you'll have people in Discord chats going "hey, I wonder who that Hired Gun guy was." That's better than the alternative.
The alternative is you unmask yourself, show the entire world who you truly are, and become a forgotten figure within six months. People will always have a curiosity for The Hired Gun. No one gives a shit about Franklin or whatever the fuck your real name is. That's the sad reality of being a spooky dude in a mask - no one truly cares about you. You're not over - your MASK is over. You're nothing more than a gimmick. A costume that can be placed on any human being and receive the same results. You're like Bane - no one cared until you put on the mask. Unlike Bane, however, you don't get your moment in the sun. You won't be breaking Batman's back or taking over Gotham or anything like that. No, you'll just skip right to the ending - dead, not even alive long enough to see your plan fail.
I want to thank you, Gun. Thank you for being the springboard I needed to get back to my winning ways. Thank you for showing who you truly are - nothing more than a copycat of other, more successful wrestlers. You were right about one thing - facing you is exactly what I needed to get the pep back in my step. After falling short at War Games, I needed an image burned into my mind to remind me who I truly am. And that image is me, standing at the top of the ramp with my Hart Title high in the air, and you, surrounded by sweat and chicken wire, looking up at the lights, right after you meet your...
FINAL FANTASY!!!!