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Atara Raven · (08-07-2025)

A flash of metallic orange blurred by the lens of a Corporation drone zig zagging in air as it attempted to fulfil the function and pry on the lives of XWF superstars. The whirl of it's spinning blades and the whine of the motors that spun them had been drowned out by the reverberating rumble of the engine of the speeding orange mass of metal below. Descending, the drone put two riders into its frame and focused on a male and female pair.

The larger of the two, the male, his skin glistening with perspiration, piloted the vehicle with one arm while the other hugged tightly at the waist of smaller of the riding duo. Obviously, it was the People's GOAT, James Raven, and he was beaming with fatherly love and playful exuberance down at his toddler daughter Ismini. She giggled and cackled in equal excitement at the joy ride she was being given while pater mowed their lawn. Standing in the seat, she played as if she was driving and it wasn't until the two had taken a turn too sharply that the drone would discern the whereabouts of its intended recording.

"Tzéims! Óchi tóso grígora!"
The honeyed rasp turned worried yell of Aphrodite Incarnate spun the drone on its axis and from the lawn it sped to the Grecian mother standing on her porch draped in the floral patterns of a sun dress.

Atara paid no heed to the little invasive robot at first and moments silence ensued as she scowled with dissatisfaction towards her husband and child who had paid her the same lack of attention. Eventually her bewitching Aegean blue orbs would find the intruder and the scowl deepened with irritation.

"Elaa," she groaned turning to flop into a white wicker chair and slapping a bare foot onto a matching table. Shaking her head, that honey rasp mumbled a number of expletives in Greek with the only tangible words to the English speaking ear being Charlie and malaka. Atara beckoned the drone forward and grabbed a bottle of nail polish and began busying herself with the brushwork of her toes.

"I'm getting a shotgun, stg, but I guess it's that time so let's get it over with." she spat and spared a pause to look directly into the drone.

"Aiden Collins...

...Hello Dove." Curling her lips into, Atara winked into the camera acknowledging her faithful who came to those two little words from the only wrestling divinity that mattered in the XWF.

"I am not going to lie to Aiden. I have been warring with myself these past two weeks on how to approach this match. We're going to be strapped together literally which seems fitting as we are already strapped together figuratively in our relationships to my husband. It's that man we both hold dear that as give me reason to hesitate, reason to filter myself before moving ahead with any particular strategy or script for this buzzing rights violation in front of me."

He cares about you Aiden, he values your friendship and you and I both know James is very selective with who he puts that kind of investment in . What you don't know though, is the number of sacrifices he's already made to call me wife. The mountains he's moved...the bridges he's burned. His reputation, his legacy, his beliefs, sometimes I think even his future in this business...all of it and without hesitation he's watched be attacked or changed for me and I know it's the same thing he would do for you."

"So I can't in good conscience come out here as I normally would and rip the same new asshole Sebastian Bryce ripped you at Leap of Faith. I can't risk you being just another ego lead, glory chasing, fake friend like so many others that just use a win over me or loss to me or something I've said as an excuse to turn on him to try and pull him back in the ring for a career moment."

Can't risk you just being a petty bitch."

Or atleast I thought I couldn't until I remembered a piece of advice he gave sometime ago right before I threw another person he held close off a scaffold. I had the same reservations about fighting Betsy Granger, I didn't want him to hate so I went to him, told him about it and he looked me dead in the face and said.....Atty, it's the business. I'll see you on the other side."

That said Aiden, his and my anniversary is this month and I can't think of nothing else better to give him than a moment to be proud of his wife. A moment that adds to the name Raven.

So if the best you can do is give me some history lesson about an era you think is the Everest of Wrestling Eras, I'll remind you that Everest is a summit full of tourist trash that any amateur with a dollar can summit. It's a fecal filled peaked with avalanches of shit. It's hay day has gone and we all know the real climber killers aren't the highest peak. Quantity never meant quality so pull your head out of Steve Jason's crevice and let this new age sherpa open your eyes. We're gonna be latched together at Anarchy, make sure your footing is stable because when you stumble and you will stumble, I'm cutting the rope and leaving you where you lay. Behind me, back in the shit filled past.

See you on the otherside.

Fin.

Oh, tell your wife Ismini's birthday is before the next show. Invitation is in the mail.

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