Post by Miss Fury on Jan 28, 2021 15:33:12 GMT -6
THEN!
Hotel - Denver, CO - Fury - High as balls!
“Fuck you!”
Micheal Graves' voice boomed from within and sounded as though it came from all directions. I flew off of the couch in a panic and frantically looked around the room only to find no one there.
“Micheal?”
NOW!
"You're The Jobber!"
The TV! I look and sure enough YouTube must have auto played a clip of Graves vs PerZag from Inferno a couple of months ago. The match didn't actually take place. Instead Micheal attacked PerZag backstage in a fit. Something about PerZag mistaking him for a jobber or something. I honestly couldn't remember. I just know that it was among the many examples of Micheal's incompetence.
"I'm glad he's gone!"
With my suspicions of Micheal's return now eased, I fell back into the couch relived. High as balls, I couldn't focus on my research. Instead my mind wandered towards thoughts of my own career. Just how hot I was only a short time ago. An ascension to the top that was paved through talent held in the highest esteem. Now I find myself in a new body, being forced to cleanup the mess that Micheal made. Part of that mess is of course, am I really Miss Fury, or just another delusion of Micheal Graves and his fractured psyche?
"God I hope not!" I say with a giggle.
Ugh, not funny!
This is serious!
What if I'm not me!? What if I'm actually dead or something?
I dwell on that thought until I pass out. The next morning Micheal's ringtone interrupts my slumber with the annoying "I like little girls!" chorus playing over again and again.
I reach for his.... er, my phone, grabbing it just before I roll off of the couch and crash to the floor.
"AH!"
Damnit, that's smarts! Now annoyed, I click the little green button and blindly greet the other end.
"What!?"
On the other end of the phone; "Where are you!?" Tommy Romero - Romero Management Incorporated
Shit, that's right! I had an interview scheduled this morning!
"Oh no! What time is it!?"
"Seven-Thirty-Three! And you're scheduled to go on at exactly eight! Please tell me you're almost here!"
Even if I forgo changing, there's just no way I can make it!
"Of course I am! Traffic is awful, but I'll be there any minute!"
I lied. It's fine, I'm a villain.
"Thank God! I went through a lot of trouble setting this up for you!"
"I know..."
"Alright, I'll let you go. Call me back as soon as your car pulls up!"
Tommy doesn't wait for the pleasant goodbye, he's a busy man, and he knows that our relationship is strictly business. I rush to get ready. As I do, I make a call. The phone rings a couple of times before they answer.
"Fury?"
"The Broken Billionaire" Money Oswald, the money behind BOB's operations, and the secret to how we've managed to attract as many star attractions as we have.
"Mr. Autumn, I need a ride."
He sighs.
"Miss Fury, you needn't call me every time that you need something. Ring Tony and tell him where to send whatever vehicle that you need."
"I need something faster than anything Tony has."
"...Fine."
Suddenly a bright red tear opened up in the air in front of me as Oswald stepped through.
"Where to Miss Fury?"
We meet up outside of a Burger King. In the parking lot. It was the only place he would agree to do this. Said he needed to feel safe.
Despite that;
"I'm surprised you came." I said as the camera panned to reveal who I was speaking to.
Steve Sayors, XWF Interviewer!
"Well trust me, I didn't wanna, but Tommy here threatened to pull all RMI interview rights if I didn't, so here I am!"
"Losing the rights to BOB interviews would prove damaging wouldn't it?"
"BOB? Screw you guys! I'm only concerned about Betsy Granger and Alias!"
My frown must have been pretty intense, because Steve immediately threw his hands up and took a step back.
"Hey, don't get mad at me! Maybe next time, don't threaten to blow a guy up on national TV!"
"Let's just get on with the interview!"
"Not yet! First I want to know why, why me? GCWA has people. Why can't you just talk to one of them!?"
"Because Steve, I don't know them, and they don't know me, or what I may do should they speak out of line during the questioning."
Steve takes a big gulp as he comically pulls at his shirt collar.
"Alrighty! Well I think the sooner we get this over with, the better. So if you're ready?"
I nod approvingly.
"Then camera dude, turn that sucker on and let's get rolling!"
The red light had been flashing this entire time. Steve is a moron.
"Hello XWF!" Steve catches his mistake with a grin. "Okay, start over."
I roll my eyes. What a stupid mistake for a twenty year veteran to make, but at least he showed up on time.
"Hello GCWA, I'm Steve Sayors, and with me, Miss Fury."
I walk up to his side, you can tell it makes him uncomfortable to have me this close. I smile at Steve, trying to put him at ease, but it only seems to make him more fidgety.
"Uh, Miss Fury this week you're scheduled to face..." Steve adjusts his glasses as he tries to read the names off of an index card. "PerZag and Chris Vargas, VarGas? Am I saying that right? Anyway, the three of you are set to compete for a... Golden Opportunity Contract. How do you feel about your chances at winning that contract for yourself?"
"It's common knowledge that I've just completed my rookie year. It's also common knowledge that I've had to learn along the way since I had very minimal training prior to my entering the business. So without a doubt I have to keep in mind that I'm stepping into the ring with two veterans, and on top of that, I've giving up quite a bit of a height and weight advantage to both of my opponents. However, I'm also much faster and far more agile than either of my opponents, and in a match that involves scaling a ladder to ensure victory, I think that considerably increases my chances for success."
"So you feel that your speed will carry you over their combined power? What are you planning on doing? Running the entire match?"
"If they prove foolish enough to fight amongst themselves and afford me the opportunity to play clean up, then yes, who wouldn't apply such a strategy? Is it my plan A? Of course not, but I'm preparing for plenty of scenarios and that is one of them!"
"So would you share your A plan with us?"
I scoff at the thought. Why would I share my main strategy publicly? Idiot.
"Sure, plan A is simple. Wait for these two idiots to forget that they have a match, show up late, or whatever other bumbling idiot routine they may think up prior to show time. Graves has already taken PerZag out prior to a match before, who's to say the same doesn't happen again? If it even needs to! PerZag may well not show up to The Denver Coliseum until Monday. We all saw what his tardiness cost him at Inferno! Speaking of tardiness, where's this Chris Vargas guy?
Sayors shrugs as he responds. "I don't know, I don't really follow the GC-"
"You don't have to! It's already Thursday morning, and we've heard nothing from this guy! Either he's setting up for the biggest last minute debut ever, or he's a wash! And yes, I know that this Vargas guy is super decorated and won a million championships everywhere, but he's also lost a million championships everywhere. I know guys like these, and I'm telling you, they're a dime a dozen! Winning those belts can be pretty damned easy! Look at me, I won the top prize on Anarchy from a woman that could easily unseat ANY world champ anywhere, and because of that, my name is familiar further and wider than it ever was beforehand. So tell me, with all of those decorations attributed to your career, how come I've never heard of you Chris? Peter Gilmour is a name that holds more reach than yours, and and he also has a list of accomplishments a mile long, but you know what else he has? A reputation for being a pushover in the ring. A loudmouth with a soft dick. I'd make the comparison, but you've yet to speak. You're a wannabe Chet Dakota, but you'll never be good enough to lace his boots with workrate like yours!"
"Do you think that it's wise to look over Chris Vargas before he's even made his debut?"
"No, not at all. Like I made clear with my Gilly reference. I know the type. He's either realized that he's bitten off more than he can chew, and is sulking in the back somewhere, just hoping to quietly eat his pin and maybe get a better start elsewhere, or he's stubbornly staring in the face of Fury and desperately trying to come up with a game plan that isn't destined for failure. Either way, the end result is the same. Miss Fury walks out of Adrenaline Rush IV with a Golden Opportunity!
"But what about PerZag?"
Miss Fury looks irritated by the mere mention of his name.
"What about him!? He's already established himself as a goof, just like his buddy Micheal Graves. The two of you were made for one another! Do you really think that you're going to climb the atop the ladder and secure the prize for yourself? You've proven time and again that you're nothing more than a comedy sideshow act. He's less concerned with looking good in the ring and more concerned living in his "I'm the sexiest man alive" fantasy world! That's why AQ made a fool of you, PerZag, and Graves before him!"
Fury throws up her index finger matter-of-factly.
"In fact, the last time that we saw PerZag, he was playing up that comedy bit by setting up some half baked "BOB's are taking over my home town" skit! That's right, skit! While I am well aware of BOB's various mind control experiments, I also know that your home town is NOT one of the test markets. With Australia already being a country of criminals and morons, there would little use in deploying such tactics on the locals."
Miss Fury pauses as a thought occurs to her.
"Speaking of, you and Micheal were friends, yes? So that means that you were aware of his criminal activities and chose to turn a blind eye, correct? Considering everything, I'm left to wonder if your latest promo was nothing more than a desperate plea to be granted entry into something greater than yourself, something that would ultimately make you greater than you ever could have imagined."
Fury nods approvingly after giving the idea some thought.
"Make no mistake PerZag, that whatever relationship you had with Mr. Graves will not be a factor in this match. Neither will your pending entry into BOB!"
"Wait, his what!?"
Fury snaps back, annoyed by Sayors interruption!
"You heard me! PerZag, congratulations! You are the first member of the GCWA roster to formally receive an invite into BOB! So stop the charade and consider your options, but know this! Your decision will hold no bearing on the outcome of this match! In fact, I refuse to even entertain your response until Inferno! So consider Adrenaline Rush IV as a test and allow me to ease your mind, because I'm not looking for a fair fight PerZag. I'm willing to do anything to win, and I'd expect no less from a potential BOB! So bring everything you've got, use every dirty trick you know, you know I will! In the end, it'll all come down to cunning anyway, and in that area, you and the guy who's secretly behind the QAnon are both lacking!"
"Then why offer him a spot in BOB?"
Miss Fury smirks.
"I need bodies Steve, not strategist. I have that covered!"
Fury smirks before walking away, abruptly ending the interview.
"Uh, thanks? Thjs is Steve Sayors, signing off!"
"Thank God that's over!"
Shit, that's right! I had an interview scheduled this morning!
"Oh no! What time is it!?"
"Seven-Thirty-Three! And you're scheduled to go on at exactly eight! Please tell me you're almost here!"
Even if I forgo changing, there's just no way I can make it!
"Of course I am! Traffic is awful, but I'll be there any minute!"
I lied. It's fine, I'm a villain.
"Thank God! I went through a lot of trouble setting this up for you!"
"I know..."
"Alright, I'll let you go. Call me back as soon as your car pulls up!"
Tommy doesn't wait for the pleasant goodbye, he's a busy man, and he knows that our relationship is strictly business. I rush to get ready. As I do, I make a call. The phone rings a couple of times before they answer.
"Fury?"
"The Broken Billionaire" Money Oswald, the money behind BOB's operations, and the secret to how we've managed to attract as many star attractions as we have.
"Mr. Autumn, I need a ride."
He sighs.
"Miss Fury, you needn't call me every time that you need something. Ring Tony and tell him where to send whatever vehicle that you need."
"I need something faster than anything Tony has."
"...Fine."
Suddenly a bright red tear opened up in the air in front of me as Oswald stepped through.
"Where to Miss Fury?"
LATER
We meet up outside of a Burger King. In the parking lot. It was the only place he would agree to do this. Said he needed to feel safe.
Despite that;
"I'm surprised you came." I said as the camera panned to reveal who I was speaking to.
Steve Sayors, XWF Interviewer!
"Well trust me, I didn't wanna, but Tommy here threatened to pull all RMI interview rights if I didn't, so here I am!"
"Losing the rights to BOB interviews would prove damaging wouldn't it?"
"BOB? Screw you guys! I'm only concerned about Betsy Granger and Alias!"
My frown must have been pretty intense, because Steve immediately threw his hands up and took a step back.
"Hey, don't get mad at me! Maybe next time, don't threaten to blow a guy up on national TV!"
"Let's just get on with the interview!"
"Not yet! First I want to know why, why me? GCWA has people. Why can't you just talk to one of them!?"
"Because Steve, I don't know them, and they don't know me, or what I may do should they speak out of line during the questioning."
Steve takes a big gulp as he comically pulls at his shirt collar.
"Alrighty! Well I think the sooner we get this over with, the better. So if you're ready?"
I nod approvingly.
"Then camera dude, turn that sucker on and let's get rolling!"
The red light had been flashing this entire time. Steve is a moron.
"Hello XWF!" Steve catches his mistake with a grin. "Okay, start over."
I roll my eyes. What a stupid mistake for a twenty year veteran to make, but at least he showed up on time.
"Hello GCWA, I'm Steve Sayors, and with me, Miss Fury."
I walk up to his side, you can tell it makes him uncomfortable to have me this close. I smile at Steve, trying to put him at ease, but it only seems to make him more fidgety.
"Uh, Miss Fury this week you're scheduled to face..." Steve adjusts his glasses as he tries to read the names off of an index card. "PerZag and Chris Vargas, VarGas? Am I saying that right? Anyway, the three of you are set to compete for a... Golden Opportunity Contract. How do you feel about your chances at winning that contract for yourself?"
"It's common knowledge that I've just completed my rookie year. It's also common knowledge that I've had to learn along the way since I had very minimal training prior to my entering the business. So without a doubt I have to keep in mind that I'm stepping into the ring with two veterans, and on top of that, I've giving up quite a bit of a height and weight advantage to both of my opponents. However, I'm also much faster and far more agile than either of my opponents, and in a match that involves scaling a ladder to ensure victory, I think that considerably increases my chances for success."
"So you feel that your speed will carry you over their combined power? What are you planning on doing? Running the entire match?"
"If they prove foolish enough to fight amongst themselves and afford me the opportunity to play clean up, then yes, who wouldn't apply such a strategy? Is it my plan A? Of course not, but I'm preparing for plenty of scenarios and that is one of them!"
"So would you share your A plan with us?"
I scoff at the thought. Why would I share my main strategy publicly? Idiot.
"Sure, plan A is simple. Wait for these two idiots to forget that they have a match, show up late, or whatever other bumbling idiot routine they may think up prior to show time. Graves has already taken PerZag out prior to a match before, who's to say the same doesn't happen again? If it even needs to! PerZag may well not show up to The Denver Coliseum until Monday. We all saw what his tardiness cost him at Inferno! Speaking of tardiness, where's this Chris Vargas guy?
Sayors shrugs as he responds. "I don't know, I don't really follow the GC-"
"You don't have to! It's already Thursday morning, and we've heard nothing from this guy! Either he's setting up for the biggest last minute debut ever, or he's a wash! And yes, I know that this Vargas guy is super decorated and won a million championships everywhere, but he's also lost a million championships everywhere. I know guys like these, and I'm telling you, they're a dime a dozen! Winning those belts can be pretty damned easy! Look at me, I won the top prize on Anarchy from a woman that could easily unseat ANY world champ anywhere, and because of that, my name is familiar further and wider than it ever was beforehand. So tell me, with all of those decorations attributed to your career, how come I've never heard of you Chris? Peter Gilmour is a name that holds more reach than yours, and and he also has a list of accomplishments a mile long, but you know what else he has? A reputation for being a pushover in the ring. A loudmouth with a soft dick. I'd make the comparison, but you've yet to speak. You're a wannabe Chet Dakota, but you'll never be good enough to lace his boots with workrate like yours!"
"Do you think that it's wise to look over Chris Vargas before he's even made his debut?"
"No, not at all. Like I made clear with my Gilly reference. I know the type. He's either realized that he's bitten off more than he can chew, and is sulking in the back somewhere, just hoping to quietly eat his pin and maybe get a better start elsewhere, or he's stubbornly staring in the face of Fury and desperately trying to come up with a game plan that isn't destined for failure. Either way, the end result is the same. Miss Fury walks out of Adrenaline Rush IV with a Golden Opportunity!
"But what about PerZag?"
Miss Fury looks irritated by the mere mention of his name.
"What about him!? He's already established himself as a goof, just like his buddy Micheal Graves. The two of you were made for one another! Do you really think that you're going to climb the atop the ladder and secure the prize for yourself? You've proven time and again that you're nothing more than a comedy sideshow act. He's less concerned with looking good in the ring and more concerned living in his "I'm the sexiest man alive" fantasy world! That's why AQ made a fool of you, PerZag, and Graves before him!"
Fury throws up her index finger matter-of-factly.
"In fact, the last time that we saw PerZag, he was playing up that comedy bit by setting up some half baked "BOB's are taking over my home town" skit! That's right, skit! While I am well aware of BOB's various mind control experiments, I also know that your home town is NOT one of the test markets. With Australia already being a country of criminals and morons, there would little use in deploying such tactics on the locals."
Miss Fury pauses as a thought occurs to her.
"Speaking of, you and Micheal were friends, yes? So that means that you were aware of his criminal activities and chose to turn a blind eye, correct? Considering everything, I'm left to wonder if your latest promo was nothing more than a desperate plea to be granted entry into something greater than yourself, something that would ultimately make you greater than you ever could have imagined."
Fury nods approvingly after giving the idea some thought.
"Make no mistake PerZag, that whatever relationship you had with Mr. Graves will not be a factor in this match. Neither will your pending entry into BOB!"
"Wait, his what!?"
Fury snaps back, annoyed by Sayors interruption!
"You heard me! PerZag, congratulations! You are the first member of the GCWA roster to formally receive an invite into BOB! So stop the charade and consider your options, but know this! Your decision will hold no bearing on the outcome of this match! In fact, I refuse to even entertain your response until Inferno! So consider Adrenaline Rush IV as a test and allow me to ease your mind, because I'm not looking for a fair fight PerZag. I'm willing to do anything to win, and I'd expect no less from a potential BOB! So bring everything you've got, use every dirty trick you know, you know I will! In the end, it'll all come down to cunning anyway, and in that area, you and the guy who's secretly behind the QAnon are both lacking!"
"Then why offer him a spot in BOB?"
Miss Fury smirks.
"I need bodies Steve, not strategist. I have that covered!"
Fury smirks before walking away, abruptly ending the interview.
"Uh, thanks? Thjs is Steve Sayors, signing off!"
"Thank God that's over!"