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Centurion · (11-04-2025)

“I have hate in my heart.”

We open up with Centurion leaning against the banister of his back deck, his head down looking straight at the ground. He is shaking his head back and forth in disgust.

“I know I fucked up. Ok? I know Atty was screwed of an opportunity to win the XTreme Championship and thus did not get the chance to take that title over to Anarchy. That sucks, and I’m sorry.

…but THIS is what you decide to do as punishment?!”

A red faced Centurion lifts his head and stares into the camera angrily.

“You decide to book Atty and I to fight each other AGAIN, in ANOTHER hardcore style match, just weeks after our previous one ended with a definitive winner?! Oh, what, you were preserving Clutch and Latoya Hixx for better spots on the card, were you? You just “happened” to run out of other wrestlers to book and you were “forced” to put us back in the ring together? Oh, and here’s the big kicker.

The fucking Anarchy Title isn’t even on the line!”

Centurion raises his head to the sky and shakes his hands as he yells that.

“So when I beat Atty, I won’t even become champion. Instead, I’ll be next in like to be the challenger, which would put Atty and I in the ring together AGAIN, thus leading to the possibility that Atty and I could face each other THREE FUCKING TIMES in the span of three matches!

…I hate you, Dick.”

Centurion now looks back directly into the camera as he addresses the GM of Anarchy.

“I thought you couldn’t get a worse GM than Vinnie Lane, but then here you come to lower the bar even further. You have no control over your show. Your booking is haphazard at best and offensive at worst. It would be one thing if you were doing all of this as some sort of power play, but I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re genuinely this stupid. I think your head is filled with piss, and therefore all your decisions are made as if you were throwing literal shit at the wall.

I hate the entire Lichter family. I hate Dick. I hate Boots. I hate your grandma Eunnis. I even hate your ancestors who came off the boat, William and Margaret, whom the family lovingly referred to as Tipp and Muff.

Make no mistake, Dick - I was not planning on coming back full time to have some sort of pissing contest with another authority figure who thinks he’s the next great general manager that’ll rule over a brand for a generation, but if that’s what you want to do, then I have no problem going down that route.

Which is funny, because you wouldn’t be the first Lichter I’ve run out of this company. How is your cousin doing, anyway? I hear he had to retire after I put him through that pool table. What’s he doing now, bullying trans kids at a local swimming pool? Or is he one of those dudes who shakes the bell for the Salvation Army, only to take the bucket home with him after the shift? Whatever it is, I’m sure he sucks at it.”

Centurion takes a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck as he gathers himself and regains his composure. After a few seconds, he stands up straight and places his hands on the banister as he speaks calmly.

“As for you, Atty, all I can say is that I’m sorry we’re in this position again. We should have moved on by now, but I get the sense that Dick is as upset at you as he is at me that you weren’t able to beat me. That’s unfortunate, because there is one ultimate truth when it comes to us.

…you CAN’T beat me.

You never have, and you never will. And I hate to put it that bluntly, because I like you a lot, but it’s true. You’ll never be alive long enough to receive the amount of skills required to become as good as I am. It’s not your fault - you were born several decades too late.

Not that age is the only factor here. Be honest, Atty - you’re not fully committed to the wrestling business anymore. It’s ok! Why would you be? A family at home, a life anyone in the world would admire - there’s literally zero reason for you to be grinding non stop. This isn’t a criticism, but it is a lesson in reality - the only people who are going to be able to beat me moving forward are folks who dedicate their lives to this business.”

Centurion looks down at the scars on his hands and arms.

“I’m a sick man. I have to be, if I keep doing this bullshit knowing full well I don't have to. You, Atty? You’re not sick. You have some problems, sure, but that’s just because you’re Greek. In the end, you possess a level of self reflection that you can’t have in this business. That’s why on Anarchy, just like on every other night, you will once again meet your…

FINAL FANTASY!!!

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