Last night, XWF legend and UGWC superstar Centurion was attacked by XWF wrestler and former Hart Champion Nathaniel Idenhaus. Chicago, which is the new home of Centurion, also happened to host the XWF show Savage. The following was security footage recovered from the scene.


The cameras avert to footage that appears to be shot, inside of a casino by the name of Tricky Dicky's. Where Centurion is seen, playing Texas Hold 'Em and drinking bourbon. Three Fingers. Neat. He is also most likely wondering why this establishment, decided to name themselves after Richard Nixon's derisive sobriquet. It is a very idiosyncratic name and most might become curious about the reasoning behind it, so it was a safe bet to make that it at least entered Cent's thoughts, once. Still it wasn't enough to stop him from setting foot in the place, in order to partake in the unpredictable and consuming past time of organized gambling. Which means he either thought they were legitimate and trusted them with his money or he was drunk... really, really drunk and didn't care where he went, all he knew was that he wanted to play cards and gamble. Regardless of which, he deemed them worthy of his time and it seemed to be paying off, based on the mountain of chips in front of him and the extremely pleased expression on his face. Across from Centurion sat a woman with blond, curly hair, too much make-up and a long, emerald green, sequins dress. A guy dressed like a stereotypical, cowboy with a grey handlebar mustache. And Danny Devito. Not a look-a-like, it was really Danny DeVito. This appeared to be close to the final hand too cause everyone else's chips, looked fairly depleted. As the dealer laid down the last card, everyone waited on bated breath for what Centurion would do.

"All in!"

He declared and for some reason, everyone met Cent's wager, the best that they could manage, given the status of their chips. Devito even threw in his watch!

All cards were then revealed.

"Winner!"

Proclaimed the dealer and Cent raised his fist in triumph. More than obviously elated, he collected his earnings and turned around, only to discover Nathaniel Idenhaus, standing right behind him, with arms crossed. Smirking, Nathaniel arched a brow and slightly tilted his head.

"Congratulations."

Nathaniel stated, his words soaked in sarcasm.

"You win my undivided attention."

Slowly and very dramatically, Centurion removed his sunglasses and placed them within the left, breast pocket of his suit jacket. Surprisingly, Nathaniel waited for him to complete this sequence; however, after that occurred, Nathaniel booted Centurion in the gut and sent him crashing against the card table. From there, Nathaniel lifted Centurion by the throat, from midst his strewn mound of poker chips and choke slammed him through the table. Cards and fragments of green felt and wood, flew everywhere. Then Nathaniel began stomping on Cent, really giving him the boot and bloodying the man up. After a few moments of this utter brutality, Nathaniel stopped and stared down at a bruised and bloody Centurion and laughed.

"You want to fight me at High Stakes? Is that what you want? You got it. I'll see you there."

Doing an about face, Nathaniel started to march away.

"Hey, Nathaniel."

Centurion's voice strong and defiant, summoned Nathaniel's attention and he spun around to face Cent.

"You god damn, goose stepping, shit eating, Hitler loving, Nazi... you claim that you've changed and turned over a new leaf but I know differently and I swear, I will expose the truth."

"Awww... sounds like you're suffering a concussion there, hope that doesn't hinder your performance in our fight."

"Fuck you!"

Centurion held his middle finger high and Nathaniel shook his head, clearly scoffing at Cent. With an outcry of fury, Centurion pushed himself up from the floor and charged at Nathaniel. Colliding with Nathaniel, they both smashed into a slot machine, with Nathaniel taking the brunt of the blow. Both men fell to the floor, while coins spilled onto them. Where Centurion wrapped his hands around Nathaniel's throat. Squeezing tightly, he still somehow noticed Nathaniel gesture downward with a nod. A luger was pressed into Centurion's right side.

"Lets save this for High Stakes, shall we?"

Disgusted, Cent released his grip and got to his feet, dusting himself off as Nathaniel followed suit. There was a brief shared glare and then both men turned in opposite directions and walked off. The footage ends there and the cameras, return to the action at Savage.