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Atara Raven · (03-15-2020)

The follow takes place a day prior to this.
Runs in conjunction with this by Fuzz

Forgotten, insulted, and then dismissed, Shawn had inadvertently made clear Atara's place within the realm of his personal life. As much as she liked to think she understood his situation, as much as she reasoned that what her and Shawn had was still very new, Atara's selfishness wouldn't let her cope with being tossed aside because Jule had come calling. Ex or not, the vanity and pride of the Grecian starlet wouldn't stand for it. It was almost an inconceivable notion, Atara playing second fiddle, yet here she was alone and festering in Fuzz's bedroom.

The bedroom, sent to her room like a scolded child while the adults discussed their grown up talk. She scoffed at the thought and blood heated Atara's cheeks flushing them with fury. Her gaze fell to the mattress, the place she and Shawn had so captivatingly copulated their union. A memory she would never forget, a private and intimate moment of their lives shared only between them in this spot. Ruined now. Tarnished beyond palliation as Atara became begrudgingly aware that the woman in the other room had also shared that spot. A similar moment.

Of course they had, yes, she knew. It's what husbands and wives did, but she was being knowingly immature and it didn't hurt Atara's feelings any less. The real gut punch was recalling what other memory might have been shared in this bed. The conception of a child.

The creation of Jacob, a permanent unbreakable link between Shawn and Jule. Now Atara's fury was mixed with a pang of anguish and salted with envy. In that spot was the shared memory between exes that cemented and made fact her position in all this. Blessed as Atara was in physical beauty, she couldn't compete with the woman who had bore Shawn's child.

Her lip trembled and cerulean orbs where hidden beneath eye lids in a moment's pause to try and compose herself. Atara felt the warmth of tears roll down her cheeks, destined for second again it seemed. She wiped them away

She was stupid. She was being stupid. Stupid and over dramatic. These things happened all the time with people. Marriage, Divorce, kids, new families, it was all common occurence and what Shawn and Jule had was in the past. It meant nothing, it was nothing. She was Atara Themis, Aphrodite Incarnate, greatest gift from Greece since Democracy. Who would pass that up right?

Trying to convince herself didn't help as doubt still lurked at the forefront of her mind. There was no way of knowing for sure and the more she dwelled the more agitated Atara became. Lost deep in the abyss of her thoughts she hadn't even realized that she had started 'unpacking' her bags. Clothes, makeup, anything and everything was strewn about in Shawn's room. Hurricane Atty had struck and the damage would have been worse if the grown up talk bleeding through the walls hadn't brought her back to reality.

Still and quiet, Atara froze and tried to attune her ears towards the direction of the voices.

“Just tell me what I need to do….”

Shawn's voice, Atara's heart quickened. What did he mean? What had she missed?

“Well having whores walk around the house isn’t a great start. And this talk of retiring isn’t helping.”

The fuse was lit. It was only a matter of time before the Molotov of emotion that was Atara exploded and left fiery destruction in its wake. Jule had no idea what she was dealing with. No one did. The countdown was only slowed by her conscience and her curiosity, yet still Atara bit down on her knuckles to keep from screaming out in blind rage.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to choose her over your own blood…”

“I think you need to leave.”

He didn't answer. He didn't fucking answer! She was stuck in a shitty Chicago airport for over an hour. Had to endure the worst Uber driver ever. Was cast off as soon as she arrived and he couldn't fucking answer! It was a bullshit ultimatum! Atara didn't even have the full story and still knew it was a bullshit ultimatum. Why couldn't he?

Enraged to the fullest, Shawn had no idea what was waiting for him on the otherside of that door. The second his hand had started to turn the knob he was the target of a woman scorned beyond her own tipping point and she was looking to violently unleash on whatever stepped in her path.

The door of Atara's temporary prison opened and there in the threshold stood her jailer. The full weight of her gaze fell on him as she threw her hands in the air. “Well..."

“Sit down, relax, and just let me explain.”

Atara cocked a brow, the disbelief in her expression was the only warning Shawn was given. Not only had he interrupted, but had the audacity to tell her to relax!? She didn't need an explanation. She didn't want an explanation. He had said enough already without saying anything at all. At this moment, Atara wanted to bash a bitch in the face and that was her only aim.

Burying her hands in Fuzz's chest, Atara shoved him back. An impulsive but tactical manuever to clear the door way so she could make bee line for Jule "Explain what!?"

"How you couldn't spare 60 seconds to tell me your EX wife had showed up. That I needed to find a ride. You could have wasted 15 seconds in a Goddamned tweet to tell me that!"

Atty it's not like..

Atara didn't give him a chance to respond. Mid-sentence she had already buried her hands in his chest again.[white] "Gonna explain how now that's she's gone you have time for the whore!?!"

[white]It was coming from a place of sadness. A place of anger. Atara had heard what Jule said and deep down in herself knew the decision she would make. Maybe it was all coming from a place of selfishness, but at this moment Atara didn't care.

Where everyone else had abused, used, and down right mocked her he had been the one person to take the time and actually help her. To actually listen, to give support. When she was at her lowest Fuzz picked her up. His loyalty, even though short lived as it was, had been unwavering and greatly needed.

Atara had wanted to quit. Move elsewhere, her confidence and self esteem near shattered after losing to Gilmour and Geri, but he had consoled and lifted her up even then. He was the one constant in this crazy world and the thought of losing it was more than she could bare. It might not have shown in her social media or her promo work, but Fuzz was the only reason Atara still existed.

Jacob needed him more, she knew that. He wanted to be there for Jacob. She knew that to. She also knew without him all her hopes and dreams where but shadows and dust. He didn't fucking answer. Atara needed that answer more than she needed breath itself even if she already knew it was the death of her.

"Atty just listen to me.."

"I've heard a fucking enough Shawn! I am well aware of where I fucking stand!" Pointing to his bed Atara squeezed pass and had started for the door before stopping to turn.

"What we are, or what we were, a couple! Boyfriend and girlfriend. We both checked yes in the Will You Go Without Me box. If that's what you want then you need to make it clear. To me, to her, and everyone else that wants to see US fail but since you can't, I'm about to let that bitch know. First. Fucking. Hand " A clinched fist was the indicator of what was to come next and Atara didn't wait for a response before spinning on heel and starting towards the door once more.

Atara, if you go out that door...

[white]Atara. She had forgotten the last time he had called her by her actual name, but it didn't matter. She spun again, eyes wide with fury and bucked at him. A funny picture on most days, but on this one the X-treme Champion was in dire straights. Gone was the sultry voice of a Hello Dove promo, instead replaced with the shriek of a religious fanatic hellbent on an infidels destruction.

[color=#ff1693]"OR WHAT?"

Silence.

Out the door she went every step being faster than the last until that point Atara saw the back of Jule's head. Shawn's ex wife had nearly reached her car when she heard her name called from behind her. Jule turned and saw the irate face of Fuzz's whore.

"Hello Dove!"

Thwack! It was the sound of the bone of knuckles meeting the bones of a cheek. The smack of flesh against flesh. Jules head spun violently and her consciousness had immediately ran away as the body it occupied crashed to the concrete.

Atara wasted no time and has soon as the wife hit the ground she was on her. Atara's left hand, fingers clinched in a fist, rose and was ready to fall repetively like a blacksmiths hammer. Ready to spread brain matter across the lot, but before it could defend arms tightened around her waist and she was flung some feet away from her intended victim.

Her eyes rested on Shawn, kneeling at his ex wife's limp form with a finger pointing back torwards the house.

Get inside....NOW!"

[white]A few days later...

With her expected romantic few days in Chicago ruined, it could only be understandable that when XWF camera's began rolling Atara was anything but irritable

Blue eyes looked into the lens and her voice lacked it's usual enthusiasm as she uttered the words so many times in to hear week after week.

"Hello Doves....

Let me be blunt and thats not a jab at Geri Boring Fucking Miller. Honestly, my desire to win this tournament have all but evaporated. I don't think anyone on the card aside from Madison 'Shut the Fuck Up Your Racist Bullshit is Old' Dyson and Master 'We Threw You a Bone Go the Fuck Away' Mind really care. Big D...I said my peace last promo. Your washed up and no dress or drag can make you remotely interesting enough for us to care. This is the end for you. Enjoy i while it last."

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