The scene opens in four lights, pointed at four different framed photos hanging on a wall.

“There are moments in our lives that define us.”

In from the darkness steps Centurion, his dress shoes echoing off the wood floor. He steps forward just enough to make out his distinctive suit, but the lights and the camera are still focused on the pictures.

“The longer you are in something, the more these moments tend to spring up. Here is the thing, though…in this business, you're only as good as the latest moment.”

Centurion steps further out from the darkness and in front of the first photo. It is a picture of a very young Centurion pinning Erik Furious for his first ever title in the XWF back in 2001. Centurion takes the picture off the wall, stares at it…

And tosses it to the ground, causing the glass to shatter.

“I have fought long and hard for many years to keep the memories of those who came before this current generation alive. I always considered history to be one of the greatest components of the XWF. A federation that has been around for 25 years should promote that fact. It should value that.

Unfortunately, some folks came along and squandered all that.”

Centurion looks at the second photo, which is of him celebrating in the ring with the members of The Prophecy. Like the first, he takes the picture and smashes it on the ground.

“An entire generation of wrestlers came into this place and flushed the prestige of this company down the toilet, and instead of all of us sitting around and having a frank conversation about how things have changed and now the past was filled with terrible people doing terrible things, we have just decided to take everything prior to the year 2019 and pretend it never happened.

That's why I hated you so much, Madison. It's not just because you're some discount Eva Braun. It's because the shit you pulled during your first run here was so disgusting that it has tainted the fabric of this company, and instead of the XWF putting you on some permanent ban list, they pull out the red carpet for you every time you decide you want another paycheck.”

Centurion steps to the third picture, which is of him standing across the ring from XWF legend Dynamic Dynamite during one of their many epic battles. Like the first two, Centurion grabs the camera and smashes it.

“Every time I have stepped in the ring against you, Madison, I have been as motivated as I ever have been prior to stepping in the ring. The first time we fought, I wanted to beat you. The second time? I NEEDED to beat you. And yet…I came up short. Every. Single. Time.”

Centurion steps to the fourth and final picture, which is of Madison Dyson pinning him in the center of the ring. He grabs the photo off the wall and runs his fingers over the glass.

“I think I still have a lot to give to this industry. I think I can still be a champion in the XWF. But none of that matters if I can't beat you, Madison. That's why I decided to put my career on the line against you - not as some gimmick to bait you into the match. It's because nothing matters if I can't beat you. Hell, I could win the Universal Championship and be crowd emperor of wrestling - if I can't get that definitive victory over you, Madison, then it doesn't matter. It'll never fill the void that is in my soul.”

Centurion stares at the picture for a few seconds, before gently placing it back in place on the wall.

“Moments in life…that define us.

Right now, this is the final moment of my wrestling career. This is the final life-changing point in time. I hope, tomorrow night, I can stand here and smash this picture to pieces just like I did the previous ones…but I can't do that right now. Not yet.

I congratulate you, Madison. To an extent, you've already won. You have infected my brain like no one has before. You have gotten me to essentially shut down an entire wrestling brand in an effort to extract my revenge on you. And most importantly, you have the opportunity to do something that many others have dreamed of for years and years.

You have the chance to finally end my career. A lot of people have said they would be the one to do it. Hell, there was a betting pool going around backstage in regards to who would be the one to finally put me out to pasture. You get the chance to do it, Madison. A distinction that you can put on your list of achievements for the rest of your life.

But it sure as shit ain't going to be easy. You're not going to be able to put me down with a “move”. You're going to need to dig down deep. You're going to need to relive your Neo Nazi days and deliver a level of evil that would shock the audience once final time. That's the only way I'm going to let you take me out. It won't be some celebration with a standing ovation and flowers and all that - it will be in on a stretcher, in an ambulance. You want to put me away, that's how you do it.

I would love to say I know how this ends. The fact is…I don't. I know how hard I'm going to fight. I know I'm going to scratch and claw and deliver every ounce of fight I have left in me….but it may not be enough. If this is it, though…it's been a hell of a ride. And perhaps it finally will be me who meets his…