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Atara Raven · (02-06-2021)

"RPG Cunts!!!"

That's the beauty of the Australian accent, even over the cacophony of noise that was the apparent warzone they found themselves in, Noah Jackson's warning was distinct. A little late, but distinct all the same. Seconds after the warning came fire propelled metal ripped through the brick and wood that had been the front of Shawn Warstein's home. Dotted to infinity already with bullet spray and explosive residue, what was left came crashing around the residence and guest. The explosion was deafening and the debris that blanketed them had turn everything to black.

Thank the gods for the ringing in her ears, buried and disoriented, the noise was a welcoming sign that Atara was still alive. As the world came back into focus and she heard the muffled sounds of continous gun fire above, a part of the Grecian pondered just laying there, those selfish self preservation instincts coming to the forefront of her mind. They were quickly dismissed once Atara had heard the screaming of her friend and tag partner Betsy Granger. Betsy's were followed by Shawn's and then James chimed in...then Noah. Atara smiled in her makeshift grave. Legacy would argue no matter the situation. It was probably best she lay there til they were done.

They would be looking to point a finger and given their assailants, those fingers would all be aimed at her. She hated cats though, they knew she hated cats and they knew Atty went out of her way to snuff the life out of every one of those furballs she came across. How was she suppose to know they would become sentient and attempt a Thaddeus Duke Ares project type vengeance.

Atars giggled beneath the flower bed that had just been outside. It was a ridiculous notion...warring cats trying to kill her. She couldn't help but think of Robbie. He would be a blast to have right now, especially if he brought that monster truck he had made her drive many moons ago. Her at the wheel, him on a turret shredding through an infinite hoard of undead with heated lead. All just to get to a Jack Box so he could try and fill the bottomless pit that was his stomach. F.U.N Bobby. Atara kind of missed that guy, he was great. B.o.B Bobby was good to, but it wasn't the same.

Her internal monologue was interrupted by the sudden sound of her name being called from above. Shawn's voice, a mixture of panic and fury. She sifted a hand through the debris until it was freed and doing her best Undertaker, gave a little parade wave to signal where she was and that she was fine. It was only seconds before it was snatched and she was being unceremoniously pulled from the depths. Covered in dirt, her Aegean blue orbs contrasting vividly, she came face to face with not Shawn but their Aussie alarm.

"Step mum! His lip trembling, Noah looked at her with relief and the beginning of tears in his eyes before wrapping her up in tight hug. With a vice grip, he embedded Atara's face into his chest

I got her! The cunts alive! Bullets still flying every which way it was a few moments before he was answered. A wide eyed Betsy cut a corner keeping low her silhouette low and slid into the both them before whacking Noah in the head. Atara's arms had started flail.

"You're smothering her Noah! The Impossible Traveler had already started prying his arms away while admonishing in the way only the First Lady of Legacy could do. Freeing her friend, Betsy's hands cupped the Goddess' face and blue met blue in silent gaze before the blonde shook her head.

"What. The...."

"Fuck Atty!

All eyes turned to Shawn who was on all fours and seething at his Grecian queen as their castle was falling around them."Who's cat was it?

His eyes cut to Betsy with no less accusation in his gaze before looking at Atara again, "Where did you two go in Excellence?"

Betsy shrugged, she was completely innocent and fired her own accusation at Warstein, "Where's James!

Shawn wouldn't have to answer, a shirtless James Raven cut the corner. Sweat covered and blood splattered, his was a casual standing stroll before stopping to look at everyone on the ground.

"Right here Bets. Just murdering pussy in the other room while you three decide who pegs Ass Up Fuzz over here.

"Fuck you James.

"Nice choice of words, but seriously. Why are there cats on the lawn trying to kill us?"

All eyes went to Atara who had slipped into a catatonic daze no pun intended. Noah, who had been quiet waved a hand in front her face few times.

"She's broke, put a shirt on Cunt! he shot at James.

Shawn simply hung his head and an eye roll came from Betsy, "I've got it." she said snapping her fingers in front of Atty.

"Tacos."

"Oh right...yeah..I ran over a mafia cat." Atara confessed while her gaze still lingered on the Shirtless Sylvester Slayer.

"Dear, you can't keep doing this. Neighbors are one thing..." Shawn started only to be interrupted by a ricochet.

"Now the mob is trying to kill us over a cat!"

"No Dove, it's a cat mafia." Atara corrected holding a finger to pause everyone. Turning her head, she looked off to the distance borrowing from her one only and broke that 4th wall with a smile.

They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery. While I lack the bizarre and spontaneous wit of Robby Bourbon or the ingenuity or creative genius of Thunder Knuckles I think I can bring a promo to the fans of XWF just as ridiculous and absurd to hopefully manage a laugh or two and help with the escapism beloved of our sport. There are no two people in this business better than lightening the seemingly perpetual gloom that looms over this place. There are no two competitors who enjoy their craft more than Bobby Bourbon or Thunder Knuckles. It's been my greatest honor having shared the ring with both these men. I'm even more grateful that I think I can call them friend. B.o.B wouldn't exist without them. There would be no Warfare or no Savage worth watching without them.

Be it slaying zombies or being a member of The Flavor of the Month Club, I'm glad my name has been intertwined with there Legacy here at XWF and after this Savage. Win or Lose. I hope there are no regrets and especially no hard feelings.

Fuck Jimmy.

Wall break over, Atara turned back to her friends and continued her explanation. "A mafia made up of and operated by cats. You heard right. The tabby I hit apparently was the son of one Vito Feleone.

"Look how she massacred my boy"

Standing up, Atara brushed herself off as a few bullets whizzed by her head. Shawn attempted to pull her down by her arm but she jerked away.

"No! No white knighting today Dove. I got us into this mess and I'll get us out. Besides, I'm the main the character in this story." Her voice let it known it wasn't up for discussion.

"Gentlemen, I need you to barricade this house. Betsy...to the Dove Nest!"

Betsy stood, brow arched a little befuddled as was the rest of them. Each mouthed Dove Cave.

"They don't live in caves for effs sake!"

The Goddess & The Impossible traveler disappeared down the remnants of a hallway leaving the three men to put their video game skills to work real life and keep the horde of kitty's at bay as the scene fades out...

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