Post by centurion on Nov 5, 2022 19:20:52 GMT -5
Some professional wrestlers devote all of their time and energy into being great. They wake up early, train hard, hit the gym a couple times a day, and think about nothing but the business. It can lead to greatness, and it can also lead to burnout. The margin between these two are razor thin, and a wrestler can go from on top of the world to completely out of the business in a month due to that mental and physical strain.
Others, however…are Centurion.
We open up on the back deck of Centurion's luxury cabin in the Poconos. There, we see Centurion sitting in a hot tub. He has a glass of scotch sitting on the hot tub next to him, and a lot cigar in an ashtray next to him, as well. Between his legs sits his girlfriend and XWF Superstar Ruby. She also has a drink sitting next to her, but instead of wearing a traditional bathing suit into the jacuzzi, she is wearing a water safe Chicago Bears jersey. Several yards in front of them sits a flat screen TV that sits on a movable attachment that's bolted to the wall. They are both watching NFL RedZone, rather intently.
"They're going to have to punt." Ruby says in a rather disappointed voice as she takes a sip of her drink.
"Doing anything else would be foolish." Centurion responds in a matter of fact tone before reaching over and grabbing his scotch. He goes to take a sip, but before he's able to, the glass sliding door from the cabin to the back deck flies open.
"DAD!!!"
The angry, high pitched voice of Centurion's daughter and manager, Nellie, accompanies her arrival as she storms out of the cabin. She has a piece of paper in her hand, and she stops in front of the hot tub, placing her hands on her hips as she stares at Centurion.
"I will kill you, Dad!" Nellie says in an angered, drawn out tone. "I will drown you in that hot tub, resuscitate you, then kill you again with my own bare HANDS!"
Centurion looks down at Ruby, confused, before shrugging his shoulders. "What did I do now?"
"You know that booking you took at that cruise? The Tara Phoenix Charity Cruise? Well, Tara Phoenix called me and asked why you never sent your biography and charity information sheet into her, and I told her you didn't fill out the sheet because you never RECEIVED the sheet."
"And did I…"
"HOLDING IT IN MY HAND, DAD!" Nellie yells back as she waves the increasingly crumpled up paper at Centurion. "This was supposed to be filled out and sent in a MONTH ago!" Nellie sighs as she shakes her head. "I can't take care of the "little things" if you never TELL ME about the little things! I could have had this filled out and sent in within five minutes."
"It's just a bio sheet, Nellz." Centurion responds, flabbergasted that this conversation has gotten this heated. "I have a thousand of them floating around. Tara has one from me from last year. It's not a big deal."
"It's not about the bio sheet." Nellie snipes back. "How many bookings, checks, opportunities have we missed because these small things just sort of leave your mind. You need to give me access to your email, and you can't accept any bookings without listing me as your primary point of contact. I know you're used to doing all of this stuff yourself, but then shit like this happens, and instead of being proactive, I have to clean up your messes."
"Get used to it, hun." Centurion says as he sets his glass of scotch back down. "I'm a few years, you'll be cleaning up a lot more of my messes."
Nellie grimaces. "Gross. And you assume I'm not going to "accidentally" switch your medications and mourn over your loss while crying into your inheritance."
"And you assume there will be any inheritance left." Centurion responds with a chuckle. "My plan is to blow it all on nice suits and blackjack before I turn 50."
"Wow, this sure is a happy conversation." Ruby says sarcastically. "What an absolutely lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon."
Nellie sighs and shakes her head as she crumbles up the paper she has been holding. She tosses it to the side and slowly walks towards the hot tub until she's standing right in front of it. "What am I going to do with you, Father?"
Centurion goes to grab his scotch once again, but Nellie leans forward and snatches the drink out of his hand. She takes a large swig as Centurion smiles.
"That."
Others, however…are Centurion.
We open up on the back deck of Centurion's luxury cabin in the Poconos. There, we see Centurion sitting in a hot tub. He has a glass of scotch sitting on the hot tub next to him, and a lot cigar in an ashtray next to him, as well. Between his legs sits his girlfriend and XWF Superstar Ruby. She also has a drink sitting next to her, but instead of wearing a traditional bathing suit into the jacuzzi, she is wearing a water safe Chicago Bears jersey. Several yards in front of them sits a flat screen TV that sits on a movable attachment that's bolted to the wall. They are both watching NFL RedZone, rather intently.
"They're going to have to punt." Ruby says in a rather disappointed voice as she takes a sip of her drink.
"Doing anything else would be foolish." Centurion responds in a matter of fact tone before reaching over and grabbing his scotch. He goes to take a sip, but before he's able to, the glass sliding door from the cabin to the back deck flies open.
"DAD!!!"
The angry, high pitched voice of Centurion's daughter and manager, Nellie, accompanies her arrival as she storms out of the cabin. She has a piece of paper in her hand, and she stops in front of the hot tub, placing her hands on her hips as she stares at Centurion.
"I will kill you, Dad!" Nellie says in an angered, drawn out tone. "I will drown you in that hot tub, resuscitate you, then kill you again with my own bare HANDS!"
Centurion looks down at Ruby, confused, before shrugging his shoulders. "What did I do now?"
"You know that booking you took at that cruise? The Tara Phoenix Charity Cruise? Well, Tara Phoenix called me and asked why you never sent your biography and charity information sheet into her, and I told her you didn't fill out the sheet because you never RECEIVED the sheet."
"And did I…"
"HOLDING IT IN MY HAND, DAD!" Nellie yells back as she waves the increasingly crumpled up paper at Centurion. "This was supposed to be filled out and sent in a MONTH ago!" Nellie sighs as she shakes her head. "I can't take care of the "little things" if you never TELL ME about the little things! I could have had this filled out and sent in within five minutes."
"It's just a bio sheet, Nellz." Centurion responds, flabbergasted that this conversation has gotten this heated. "I have a thousand of them floating around. Tara has one from me from last year. It's not a big deal."
"It's not about the bio sheet." Nellie snipes back. "How many bookings, checks, opportunities have we missed because these small things just sort of leave your mind. You need to give me access to your email, and you can't accept any bookings without listing me as your primary point of contact. I know you're used to doing all of this stuff yourself, but then shit like this happens, and instead of being proactive, I have to clean up your messes."
"Get used to it, hun." Centurion says as he sets his glass of scotch back down. "I'm a few years, you'll be cleaning up a lot more of my messes."
Nellie grimaces. "Gross. And you assume I'm not going to "accidentally" switch your medications and mourn over your loss while crying into your inheritance."
"And you assume there will be any inheritance left." Centurion responds with a chuckle. "My plan is to blow it all on nice suits and blackjack before I turn 50."
"Wow, this sure is a happy conversation." Ruby says sarcastically. "What an absolutely lovely way to spend a Sunday afternoon."
Nellie sighs and shakes her head as she crumbles up the paper she has been holding. She tosses it to the side and slowly walks towards the hot tub until she's standing right in front of it. "What am I going to do with you, Father?"
Centurion goes to grab his scotch once again, but Nellie leans forward and snatches the drink out of his hand. She takes a large swig as Centurion smiles.
"That."