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Centurion · (10-25-2019)

------The following events are a work of pure fiction. It is part of a fun Halloween story and should not be taken as part of the official canon of the character or the XWF------

Lightning. Thunder. The sights and sounds of the brutal night illuminate the countryside.

It is 1614, and the town of Bistrita will not be receiving any sleep tonight. The violent rain and the continuous loud thunder keeps even the soundest sleepers away.

A top the mountain, overlooking the city in which he rules from within the halls of Castle Cortinovis, stands Lord Centurion.

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The ancient vampire continues to stare out the window, in brooding fashion. He thinks about all that he is unable to obtain - love, mortality, a sense of humanity. This life has cursed him.

Voice: Brother.

Lord Centurion turns around to face his sister, Willow The Witch.

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Willow: The kitchen stewards have the feast prepared.

Centurion: Ah, yes. Have them bring it in. Come, dine with me, sister.

Willow claps her hands as servants wheel in the feast. On top of the table is the body of the hunter Mastermind, this week's latest kill by the vampire lord. The servants bow and walk out of the chamber as Centurion and Willow sit down next to the table.

Centurion: I killed this one in Wales. A feisty one, but it was he who challenged me. A most unusual tactic.

Willow: Many hunters will rise to try to slain you. Many will fail. You have been lord of this castle for many centuries, and those who do not know your history are doomed to be destroyed. Now, as the champion, you may have the Hart.

Lord Centurion licks his lips as he sticks his hand deep into the chest of his freshest kill. He pulls out the hunter'sHart and stares at it, a gleam in his eye.

Centurion: It's mine.

Lord Centurion takes a massive bite out of the Hart, blood trickling down the corners of his mouth. Willow smiles as she bites into the cadaver's arm, ripping flesh and drinking blood along the way. As Lord Centurion consumes the last of Mastermind's Hart, he looks off into the distance with a melancholy look. Willow, spotting her brother's anguish, halts her feast of the body.

Willow: What is wrong, brother?

Centurion: Aye, is it my destiny to wander this Earth, alone, consuming on the bodies of mortals who dare oppose me? 150 feasts have I brought to this table, and yet my heart feels hungry.

Lord Centurion wipes the blood from his face as he walks back toward castle walls. His loyal sister follows him, hoping to reassure the Lord that his life is grand.

Willow: You have so much before you. You have a village that adores you. You have hunters from across the world that fear you. You continue to hold the Harts of your enemies. What else could you possibly want, brother? What desires do you have that remain unfulfilled?

Lord Centurion places his hand on the window as he looks out in anguish. He turns around and looks at the portrait on the wall - the portrait of the woman who exists within the confines of his every waking moment. The woman he would give his immortality for - Mistress Genevieve.

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Centurion: Oh, how I yearn for the warm embrace of a woman. Mistress Genevieve, with her hair like fire and her touch of gold. I would give it all to make her my bride.

Willow: Then go. Go for your Lady. Forget this world and follow your heart.

Lord Centurion bows his head, for he is conflicted. To give up this life would be to give up his Lordship, and thus, his rule over the people. Lord Centurion has ruled as a kind leader - protecting the people from the evils of hunters across the world. Even now, the village is threatened by a warlord looking to seize control of the land.

His name is Antony, and he is of the Jerk Tribe. He threatens Lord Centurion's very existence, as well as the way of life of his citizens.

Centurion: I can not. Not as long as Antony continues to make his move against my people. As we speak, his soldier, the Crayzee One, approaches. I must send a message - by devouring her in front of Antony and sending him back to the gates of Hell.

Willow: She is no match for you and your might, brother. You have slain warriors far greater than The Crayzee One. Antony was a fool for making an enemy of you, and an even bigger fool for sending a lowly foot soldier to try and fight you.

Centurion: They are all fools. They do not understand that my reign will end when I decide to end it. Now, come sister. Let us continue our feast. Have the servants bring us the Blood of Santos to cleanse our palet.

Willow turns and walks back towards the chamber's doors. She steps outside and calls to the servants, but the sound in Lord Centurion's head drowns her out - the sound of a lake. It was the Lake Of Crete, where Lord Centurion met Mistress Genevieve for the first time. His mind races to that special moment, where the woman he adores saw him, not as the Lord of the castle or as the vampire, but as a person. Centurion reaches out, tries to grasp her hand, but he can not. He is in agony, trying to make his mind a reality, when Willow calls out to him.

Willow: Brother!

Lord Centurion snaps out of his gaze and looks across the chamber, where servants walk in with two chalices of blood. Willow grabs them both, allowing the servants to wheel the remains of Mastermind out of the room, to be preserved for another time. Willow hands one of the chalices to Lord Centurion.

Willow: To your reign. As many come to end it, all shall be laid to rest.

------Back To Reality------

This is a message for Antony The Jerk.

Yes, I know he is not my opponent on Savage, but I'll have plenty of things to say about the coked up Vita fangirl soon enough. Instead, I want to talk to the man who is pulling the strings, and who thinks he has power.

Don't fuck with me.

Do you want to know why this match is happening, despite your objections? It's because you don't get a say around here. I'm the legend. I'm the Hart Champion. You're a lowly blog writer who wants to play manager on the weekends. This match is happening because I fucking say it is, and you need to learn when to humble yourself.

See, you already fucked up once. Kris was going to be your cash cow. He comes out at Relentless, throws a hammer at the cage, calls me out, and expects a Hart Title shot. He was going to jump the line, wasn't he? That was your plan.

Until he completely shit the bed.

He was in a match with Peter Gilmour and Thunder Knuckles! How the hell does he screw that up?! Were you hoping management would just throw Kris in a match against me WITHOUT a qualifier so no one could see how bad he is? Nice try.

Don't sorry, I'll beat Kris' ass soon, just like I'll do to Melanie, and it will all be your fault. I actually feel sorry for the pain those two are about to endure in your name. They might actually be something if they weren't saddled with someone so grossly incompetent. They need direction, not someone who is going to steer them into traffic.

You know what I hate, Antony? I hate disrespectful little shits who think they can just show up and say whatever they like with no repercussions. You come in here, waving your dick around, picking fights with me and Fuzz and James Raven and who knows who else. You do it because you think that's how you get over. You think jumping to the top gets you clout, when all it really does is destroy you quicker than you wanted it to.

I wanted to have fun this Halloween. I wanted to have a match that the fans would get a nice chuckle out of. Something with not a lot of pressure attached to it so the kids have something to be entertained by. Melanie wanted a match, and so I said I would he willing to fight her in a Candy Corn Deathmatch. I thought it would be great, not just for me, but for her. After all, her second match in, and she gets the Hart Champion one on one? What a huge opportunity for her!

But then something strange happened - she said no. And not only did she say no, but she said some very disrespectful things about me. Seeing as Melanie is goofier than a rat in a meth lab, I don't think for a second she can up with those lines on her own. Which means she was fed them. Hmm...I wonder by who?

You wanted to face me on your own terms, Antony. You wanted me secluded to Warfare to fight your German project, knowing full well I would destroy Melanie in seconds. You wanted to play the game of "you're on Warfare, not Savage, so you can't wrestle on Saturdays." If you knew anything about me, you would know how dumb that is. I go wherever the fuck I want to. I'll wrestle on any show at any time, and no one is going to tell me otherwise, ESPECIALLY not some punk who has been in the wrestling business for a grand total of six minutes.

Melanie is a prop. She just doesn't know it. I think Kris knows he IS a prop, but he just doesn't give a shit. Eventually, though, they will both wise up and leave you in the dirt. Either that, or they will both burn out and vanish from the business forever. I want to make sure I get in before that happens. I want you to see the consequences of your actions. The little snide remarks, the trolling in Twitter, all of it leads to this point, where you stand on the outside and watch as your handpicked project gets slammed over and over again into a pile of candy corn. I might even bring those little marshmallow pumpkins, too.

Are you understanding reality now, Antony? Does this all make sense to you? You fucked up, is what you did. You wanted to be somebody. You wanted to be a mover and shaker in this industry, but you forgot to pay the toll first. You wanted a free pass to stardom - the ability to come in with a team, fight whoever you want, and then sit back and relax while they do all the hard work for you. Good in theory, except you forgot one thing - you need to crawl before you can walk.

If you decided to come in here and pick a fight with, say, Scully, it wouldn't have been a problem. No one would have batted an eye. One of your clients likely would have beaten him, and slowly began working their way up the ladder. You could still have been on TV every week, you could still have written your stupid little blog, and no one would have painted a target on your back.

Instead, you come insult the legends of this company, put one of your clients into the firing squad that is the Hart Title scene, and then your shocked when people start gunning for you. I know you'll spin it. I know you'll try to make it seem like it's a good thing, because "people are paying attention to you" or whatever. Yes, when I was knew to the business, I thought the same thing. I thought the most important thing was attention.

Then I learned something - it's not just about receiving attention. It's about knowing who to piss off and when to do it. The wrestling business is filled with failed superstars who thought they could jump the line and demand respect the moment they walked in the door. Hell, I can't tell you how many of my 150 wins comes from wrestlers who showed up, wanted to fight me, the "aging legend", only for them to be smacked around and never heard from again.

Antony, look Melanie in the eyes, and apologize to her. Let her know, however you can, that this is all your fault. That she wouldn't be in this position had it not been for you, and the pain she is about to feel is a direct result of your actions. Let her know, it's that's possible. I'm not sure what she does and does not understand. After all, she's someone who thinks Vita Valenteen is talented. Oh, and also let her know, that next Saturday, after Halloween has settled down, and the children receive their candy, and we've all partaken in our fair share of spookems, that she will be the next to meet her...

FINAL FANTASY!!!

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