We open to Fury walking through an empty lobby. She approaches an out of service maintenance elevator and checks that she isn't being watched before pressing the elevator call button in a rhymethic pattern. Fury leans in as a retinal scanner reads her iris with a cool blue laser.




As the elevator lifts, Fury becomes lost in her thoughts.


oO(Will Vita come around and join the cause? Can our relationship ever return to what it once was?)


oO(And what of the Queen of the XWF? A title that ceased to exist by the finals of the tournament. Oh well, there will be other accolades to pursue. The Doctor will make a fine king for what is to come. Besides, out of 32, 28 fell before me. Not a feat easily overlooked, nor one ever achieved by... her.)


The elevator DINGS and the doors slides open. Miss Fury as snapped out of her thoughts. She steps off of the elevator and is met by businessman with a slicked back greasy ponytail. He looks a lot like Stephen Seagal, late 90's era.




Lance Thompson: "Miss Fury! Great news! We secured the rights to your new theme!"


Miss Fury smirks as she looks Lance in the eyes and questions,


Miss Fury: "Good, did they accept the deal, or..?"


Lance Thompson: "No excessive force necessary! Powerman 5000 are so desperate for any exposure at this rate that they sold us the song outright for peanuts! But I'm afraid I have some bad news as well."


With a roll of her eyes, Fury snaps back,


Miss Fury: "Just spit it out!"


Shaken by her scolding, Lance stammers as he speaks.


Lance Thompson: "Uh, oh, yes, uh, well, it seems that I'm, uh, no, we're, uh, having trouble..."


Fury rolls her hand motioning for Lance to get to the point.


Lance Thompson: "We still haven't sorted out an opponent for you at bWo Uprising!"


Fury tilts her head back and takes in a long deep breath before violently exhaling.


Miss Fury: "How hard can it be to book someone with some name recognition!?"


Lance Thompson: "There's not many people out there willing to sign contracts with a wrestling promotion that's owned by BOB."


Fury pushes past Lance, knocking him out of her way.


Miss Fury: "I'll figure it out!"


As Fury walks into the complex, she is approached by another member of BOB, Herschel Kiss.


Herschel Kiss: "Miss Fury, may I speak with you for a moment?"


Fury stops to greet Herschel.


Miss Fury: "Of course Herschel, but what are you doing here? I didn't call for you to meet here."


Herschel Kiss: "Well ma'am, I hope it isn't a problem, but I'm sorta couch surfing at the moment. I figured I'd stay down here since the next Anarchy is in Georgia."


Miss Fury: "What? I pay you handsomely, how are you homeless?"


Herschel Kiss: "I have a gambling problem ma'am."


Miss Fury: "I see, so you have a crippling addiction."


Herschel Kiss: "Yes ma'am. I love casino buffet food! It's a total vice! There's nothing else like it in the world, and when I see it, I just can't stop eating it until it's all gone! The best part is, the food is free, so long as you gamble a little, but as much as I eat, they always make me gamble a lot, and I'm usually broke on account of that."


Miss Fury's mind is melting out of her ear, figuratively of course.


Miss Fury: "What did you want to speak to me about?"


Herschel Kiss: "Terry Bordon ma'am. I wanted to warn you not to take him lightly."


Miss Fury studies Herschel inquisitively.


Miss Fury: "And what do you know of this Terry Borden?"


Herschel Kiss: "Well..."


With the press of a button, a large projector screen drops from the ceiling behind Herschel as the following video plays!




Miss Fury: "Okay, so he was a big deal back in the 70's or something. I already know this.


Herschel Kiss: "80's actually, but the point is that Terry Borden is an absolute monster in the ring, the likes of which you have never seen before in the modern era."


Miss Fury: "I'm sure I'll be fine. He's a 64 year old man. No matter how good he used to be, he's old, he's hurting, and his body is just waiting to be exploited by my will."


Herschel seems nervous as he scratches at the back of his head trying to choose his words wisely.


Herschel Kiss: "Yes ma'am, and I have no doubt that your will is strong, but he's still THE Terry Borden, so I'd advise you to use caution."


Miss Fury snaps at the idea of HERSCHEL KISS sharing ring advice with HER. She violently pokes her finger into his chest repeatedly as she scolds him.


Miss Fury: "Listen to me and listen good! I run this whole organization! I'm building the bWo, I'm planning for BOB, and I'm answering the call of The Left Hand! I think that I know what I'm doing, and even if not, I'm sure some curtain jerking jobber such as yourself couldn't POSSIBLY have anything of merit to teach me, so how about in the future, you keep your opinions to yourself!"


Herschel is shaken by the wrath of Fury.


Herschel Kiss: "Y..Yes ma'am. Sorry ma'am."


Miss Fury produces a large wad of cash and presents it to Herschel.


Miss Fury: "Take this and find a place to stay, or buy a buffet, whatever, but next time you think to speak to me of my matches, remember your place!"


Herschel doesn't hesitate to take the money.


Herschel Kiss: "Yes ma'am! thank you ma'am!"


Herschel scurries off and Miss Fury enters the largest office, shutting the door behind her, she leans against it and exhales a relieved sigh. After a moment, her phone begins to buzz as a call is coming in. She pulls it out and the camera catches a glimpse of the screen.