Promo: Pride and Prejudice

[Guest The Satanic Angel]

TWO HOURS AFTER SMARKDOWN

 

The clang of weights echoes through the hallway as the shot pans into the Cow Palace weight room. A lone man works on the Nautilus machines. He grunts with overexertion, his pace quick and furious. Reddish hair is damp, nearly plastered to his skin from sweat. With a growing roar, the man lets the weights fall one last time before relaxing on the bench.

 

“Dammit, Fury!”

 

With clenched fists, Christian Fury stands from the machine, angrily grabbing the towel from over his shoulder and wiping his face off. He throws the towel aside in obvious frustration. Fury continues his self-injuring tirade.

 

“Go with the flow, huh? See where it gets you, Chris. Straight on the losing side of business!”

 

A stern look of disappointment grows on Fury’s features, and he shakes his head as he moves to the lateral press Nautilus. Chris sits on the bench and briefly checks the weight before pushing the handles back. He gets a few reps under his belt before letting the weights fall again, clanging against each other.

 

“Never again. It’ll just have to never happen again.”

 

Fury sighs and then wheels around as he hears a knock against the door. His eyes find none other than Mistress Sarah, and he scowls.

 

“Haven’t you done enough for the night?” Fury snarls.

 

The Mistress, now in street clothes, steps further into the gym and sets her bag down on a weight bench.

 

“Chris, I know how you feel.” Fury opens his mouth to dispute the fact, but Sarah raises a hand, managing to silence him. “Believe it or not, I appreciate the chance you gave me earlier, and I’m sorry it didn’t go the way we both planned.”

 

Chris hisses through his teeth, “Fine. Leave me alone.”

 

Sarah shrugs, “I’m afraid I can’t do that, and you know it. Joseph Peters has something up his sleeve, and it involves the two of us tagging. I think. Anyway, the way I see it, you can be at my throat constantly and we continue to lose. Or, we can come to an agreement to at least be civil in and out of the ring, and maybe we can show them that we’re not ready for retirement, yet.”

 

Fury picks up the towel he threw away previously, scrutinizing Sarah from the corner of his eye. He comments snidely, “Haven’t you already retired six, eight times already?”

 

The snip draws a smirk from Sarah. “Haven’t you?”

 

Chris grumbles under his breath.

 

“Look, I know that my presence in the ring brings a sense of discomfort for you ... I know what you were doing with Lara.”

 

Fury’s head whips around and he closes the distance between himself and Sarah in mere seconds. Chris stands over her, ready to break her in two. His index finger snaps sharply at her face. The significantly shorter woman stands her ground. “Don’t you DARE presume to bring Lara into this,” he seethes. “Don’t assume you know anything about her!”

 

Sarah looks up at Chris, her expression soft and almost motherly. “Chris, the anger you keep inside won’t help Lara’s legacy.” She reaches to touch his arm, and for a moment, he allows the touch. Just a moment, though, before he bats her fingers away. Chris stalks around Sarah, heading for the door. Sarah turns, calling after Fury.

 

“Give it another chance, Chris. For Lara’s sake.”

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This is a good promo, even if I can't remember who Lara is (I'll soon find out everything is mentioned in either Fury or Sarah's bio, and I'll look like a moron, but meh).

 

Fury is ANGERFUL~!, and that's always a good thing. A docile Fury makes no sense.