I. What Say You

I paced around the beach as I took in some rays while the weather permitted. Being in New Orleans was so much better to me than being in New Jersey, no matter how Centurion tried to spin it. I was made for warm weather and beaches. I had the body of a Goddess and it was my civil duty to show it off. I walked along the water. My cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

It was Centurion.

"Geri, how are you focusing?"

I dug my toes into the sand as I smiled and giggled.

"Just a relaxing day on the Gulf of Mexico."

Centurion wasn't happy to hear I was on a beach. He knew how I was. He knew what I would be doing. He knew what was going to be happening. A group of guys walked past me and whistled as I blushed and looked at them. Centurion spoke on the other end. It was almost as if he could see me.

"Geri, stop flirting and think of your match. Madison Dyson is someone who has beaten you before."

He had to fucking go there. He had to remind me. As if I hadn't thought about the fact that my second match in the company was mired in a loss to her. The Nazi bitch had taken everything from me. It was like Centurion had flipped a switch. He knew exactly what to say and when. I yelled into the phone.

"That Nazi bitch is going to get what is coming to her. Don't you fucking sweat it."

At this point some people were staring but I didn't care. I was riled up. Centurion had done it.

"What the actual fuck, Centurion?! You think I have forgotten what that bitch is all about?"

I didn't give him time to answer as I hung the phone up. I walked to a secluded area of the beach. I walked along the Gulf as I looked into the camera.

"So, Madison, we meet again. I owe you for our last meeting. You called me fat and that was all you had. I have lost twenty pounds. What say you now? A lot has changed since then Dyson. You see, I am the Internet Champion. I am showing that at twenty two years old I know what the fuck I am doing. Madison, you are a Nazi. You are someone who is also talented so don't think I am looking past you. I am looking forward to getting my revenge on you."

I took my hair down and let my blonde hair fall down my back. I shook my hair as the sun gleamed on my bronze skin.

"Madison, look at me dear. I am someone who can be your worst nightmare. I can be the monkey on your back. I can help save you from further embarrassment in this tournament when I take you out. You see, if you were to luck past me, you would go no further. Your glass ceiling is lower than mine. You will crash and burn. You will not be the one to slow my progress. Not this time. I will not let you. I will not be the one who is beaten by you. I love Boris to death but I am not Boris. I am experienced and I will use that year of experience to defeat you. I will outsmart you. I will outwrestle you. Ask Atara Themis what I am capable of. Ask Barney Green what I can do. I am not that new little girl anymore. I am a champion and I should be feared.

There is no way in hell I am going to allow you to walk all over me again. You have been the one loss I feel I didn't earn. You are the one loss I want to avenge. I get that opportunity this week and it is so much better. It will be bittersweet to knock you out of this tournament. As I advance, I just hope you get a match at the pay per view. No one is saying you are a bad wrestler. I am simply saying I am better than you.

You see Madison. I forgive but I don't forget. I forgive what you said to me months ago but they have stayed at the back of my mind making me feel motivated. Centurion has been preaching focus to me and I have to say I have never been this focused in my life. I have never wanted anything more than to get redemption on you. I have never wanted any victory more than I want this one. That includes the Olympics. You are a thorn in my side and have been since I went for the Federweight Title. You are someone I could care less what happens to them. You are someone I do not respect. I do not like. You could be in a fire and I would laugh as it burnt you to the ground. No way in hell am I allowing you to get the upper hand. No way in hell am I going to let you forget the time you stepped foot in the ring with me. I am going to take great pleasure in knowing I ended your chances at the March Madness crown. Knowing I am the reason you get to watch from home or from the locker room or, if I have my way, from a hospital bed, will make me giggle like a little school girl. The problem with people like you is you think one win means you have an edge or an advantage. You were better than me last time and this time I get my revenge.

What do you have going for you, Madison? What have you done lately? I have torn through the competition lately. I have made Atara pass out and the referee have to stop our match. I made Barney Green my bitch in round one. Round Two is all about redemption. It is all about achieving a new level of greatness here within the XWF. I am going to make sure you and the rest of the roster members left in the tournament, realize that I am not the bitch you want to fuck with. You are going to be just another victim. You are going to be just another notch in the win column as I continue my ascent. As I walk my way to the World Title. I am going to make everyone forget the name Madison Dyson even exists. I am going to make sure you know that you have been in a war. I am a glitter bomb and I am ready to explode ruining all of your plans. People like you don't understand people like me. We are from different times. We are from different generations. When you look at me you see a young girl with sex appeal and it sickens you. When I look at you it makes me want to say "OK Boomer" and call it a day. I don't like you and you don't like me. I will make sure you respect me. I will make sure the whole roster respects me. I am going to take you out and make you see who I truly am. I am a boss ass bitch who is going to whip you into shape this week. I am going to run you around the ring and take advantage of you. I am going to make Bill Cosby look innocent when I rape your career dry. I am going to make sure you fall so hard you come to the twenty first century. It is 2020 bitch, not 1942.

As I look across the ring at you I see someone who is out of touch with the fans. You are out of touch with the sport. You are out of touch with yourself. I don't know what kind of weird ass shit the Engineer has put you through but it will pale in comparison to what I am going to do to you inside the ring. When the dust settles and the smoke fades it will be me standing above you. Making you see that you are nothing. I listen to your words and I say "Whatever you say, Boomer" remember the name of Geri fucking Miller!"

With that the scene faded to black and I walked away.