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Osira Themis · (03-09-2021)

B.O.B, an acronym that of itself had been enough to illicit laughter. Scoffed and looked at with derision, passed off as no more than a grouping of the most asinine and puerile the XWF had to offer. Only in their own minds did they pose any real threat to the machinations of the Federations front office. No competitor, no serious competitor would fathom taking that incessant offer they so unapologetically flounced around the whole of the wide web. Largely ignored, always the joke, they were allowed their innocuous schemes and antics, it was just Anarchy afterall. Who cares about Anarchy? Solely a thorn in the side of Ruby and Vinnie Lane, it didn't matter.

~She wanders about, at first small and insignificant~
-Homer, The Iliad-

Like snakes in the grass, B.O.B grew fat on heedless mice and with bloodlust unchecked those ambitions of the meek went untempered and the tiny asp would breed to become a snake pit of the many. A hindrance to everyone now, they could no longer be ignored.

~But she soon raises her head up to Heaven~
-Homer, The Iliad-

Like mighty Tython, horrid monster of ancient Hellas, B.O.B's head would raise above mediocrity and they would become strife manifest to stand infront of any who opposed. Champions would be crowned and Champions would be indoctrinated, fiery Fury could not be denied.

~She is the friend and sister of Ares, and with him she delights in the tumult of war, increasing the moaning of men~
-Homer, The Iliad-

Like Trojan conquering Greeks, shimmering beneath Helios sun in golden armour around their waist, war would be waged. Pale arms soaked in the blood of those once derisive, B.O.B would lay claim to their Kingdom in the wrestling world much to the chagrin of the defeated. Yet despite how much they had grown, accomplished, they remained those same asinine and puerile upstarts in the minds of the vanquished. Ignored still.

A goat herding sect had arrived and stolen their thunder, the invite to a wedding amongst gods...the cult of worship that should have been theirs.

~She is insatiable in her desire for bloodshed, and after all the other gods have withdrawn from the battle-field, she still remains rejoicing over the havoc that has been made.~
-Homer, The Iliad-

To the depths of the world they would look for one to bring gravity to their ranks. Hell incarnate to unleash on those who had scorned. A soldier, name unknown, who few could say they had bested in deadly combat. Little did they know, that at the gates of the Undeworld they would find strife Incarnate, she whose viperine hair was held tight with blood soaked mantle. A divine empathizer who brought with her that apple that caused manslaughtering warfare.

They would treat her much as they had been treated, stirring in a child of Themis a courage shattering battle cry they would unleash on mortal men so that the keys of hell would be theirs. They pointed her at her kinsmen first, then they would set her upon Anarchy's most prized possessions.

No stranger to Kenzi's realm, B.O.B's newly adopted daughter of Eris had already made her mark toppling the roster top to bottom in a single night. No qualm or quarry then and no qualm or quarry now, just the vindictiveness to repay the kindness shown her. Always the other, always hidden in shadow, no one realizing they provoked the wrath of the worst of XWF's Grecian dieties. Even when once King Warstein had warned them.

Osira gave absolutely no fucks about B.O.B. She could relate to them and that was all. It was a villian they wanted and so it would be a villian they recieved. The void left by the Engineer had yet to be filled and an idol of chaos was still in need.

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Pavlopetri, Greece

The hours had sluggishly accumulated since the beginning of their Greek incarceration. Each longer than the last and all chiseling away at the psyche of the cells occupants. Patience had worn thin and idle minds had become easily irritable, quick to wield sharpened tongues. Oswald's proxy was losing control with each passing second, faith in this help she had promised dwindling at every tick of the clock. She herself had even began to doubt yet she could not let insolence slide.

"Just trust me Thunder Knuckles. We'll be out of here soon," Fury's tone betrayed her now the same way it had the first thousand times she said it. The whole operation had gone to shit and there was really no one blame but herself. She cursed herself for putting faith in the sister.

"Fucking trust you! Trusting you fucking got us here and it ain't like your fucking trusting us with this masterful fucking escape plan that doesn't seem like it's going to fucking manifest! FUCK! They fed us KABOBS FURY! Didn't you hear what I said about fucking stick foods!" Poor Barney is going to fucking starve to death! Look at him Fury! He's fucking losing the will to live already!" Justifiably irate, Thunder Knuckles pointed towards Barney Green who had opted to take a nap to pass time. An empty food tray lay beside his head empty save crumbs.

"He's sleeping Thunder Knuckles. Possibly the best idea either of us has had since being here. I would think, you being you and knowing who know that you could put two and two together," Fury retorted with no lack of anger in her own voice. She was met with a puzzled expression has Thunder Knuckle's tired mind tried to grind it's gears. "Where are Thunder Knuckles?"

"Fucking Greece"

Disbelief struck Fury's face, the statement alone should have registered with him, "And who are you for mind boggling reasons friends with that calls this lovely place of our confinement home?"

That was it, the light went off in Thunder Knuckles head and beaming back Fury he nodded in affirmation. "Atty with the save, fucking nice." Seemingly content believing that to be answer, Thunder Knuckles had moved to take a seat when yet another light off. "Hold a fucking minute. Atty isn't in Greece right now. She's in fucking Dallas!"

"Indeed she is, but I never said it was her."

"Then fucking who!"

"Her sister."

"Why the fuck would Atara's sister fucking help B.O.B Fury?"

"Well, obviously she hasn't yet so I don't know how to answe......"

Speak of Greek daímonas and they shall appear. Fury's train of thought had been interrupted by the very audible thud of lights and power shutting down systematically through out the station. Plunged into blackness the red glow of emergency backups were quick to take the lights place.

Fuck Fury, what did you tell her to do?" Knuckles voice wavered nervously and had been lowered to a hush.

'I just asked she keep an ear to the ground and help us out if we got into a bind. She didn't ask for specifics or compensation. Just a spot with B.O.B. I assumed we would just get bailed out!"

In the distance screams and gun fire had rung out. The commotion causing Barney to stir. "They release us yet?"

"Fuck No Barn. We ain't getting bailed out. We getting broke out!" Fuck Yeah!"

"Shut the Fuck Up TK! EARS!"

In her defense, Athens was four hours away from her new found friends in B.O.B and robbing artifacts from a place such as Hellas wasn't exactly something she could front money for. The Themis name did carry some weight in Greece but for every good thing it was known for, there was equal bad. Stories reserved for private settings and lips that would not move elsewhere she was afraid. The current situation unfortunately could not be settled with either influence or money. Ruby-esque heroics were hardly the answer so Osira would have to put her own spin on White Knight antics. Fury would forgive the delay, her savior was here now. They would be free just shortly but first was the matter of getting to the cell.

Panic and confusion ran rampant in the department. Everything cast in a dark red haze and warning alarms blared every which way. Already the reception desk had cleared, a few officers down and maybe some petty criminals fortuitously released from bondage. Osira had moved deeper into building with haste and as caught unprepared as they were officers and done their best to fortify a position. It reeked of fear and further she slinked the more palpable it became.

Even through the cacophony of sirens whining she could hear their whispers. Those prayers they kept under breath as pride tried to shield cowardice from their badged brethren. Osira held nothing against them, she had not chosen the battle ground but would relish in the glory of war all the same. As soon as her silhouette emerged from shadow those same voices shouted in Greek for her to halt. Cease and desist, lower her arms and give up.

Not today, not ever.

Thowing herself amongst them like that apple she frequently referenced, it would take no less than divine intervention to curb the horror she would inflict. Bones would break and blood would spill. Screams would ring out, a murder weapon of themselves killing the will and the morale of the next in her line of judgement. None would be spared and quick as horror came it vanished leaving nothing but destruction in it's wake.

With a click and clack the cell door opened and Osira presented herself to Hellas'mkst esteemed guest.

"Sorry I'm late, but atleast I showed. Who's hungry, I could really go for a kabob."

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