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Atara Raven · (12-25-2019)

Before we begin, forget your notion of time. What may have seemed like days between this point and the last has in actuality been only moments.....

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The gleaming gaze of our divine lunar patron had not waned since we last left off, nor had Atara yet left the Castallian Spring. The camera, seemingly held spellbound, captured moonlit gleaming skin and but a fraction of the Grecian's face. Purposely, the shot cut off at her lips, the focus intent on being what she said. At this point, little else mattered.

"So much to say and so little time to say it. Apologies Doves, but we must forgo the theatrics." Her tone was funereal, lacking it's usual youthful enthusiasm. Pugnacious and pretentious Atara replaced with a conciliatory and softened semblance of herself.

"Rem tibi quam scieris aptam dimittere noli: fronte capillata, post haec occasio calva," she uttered with no change in tone.

"Don't let that what you consider good for you escape by; chance has hair over her forehead, but behind she's bald."

"I know Doves, you are curious what that has to do with anything so let me make it clear. Chance, in opposition of fate, presented Jessalyn, Seth, Mastermind, and myself an opportunity to either change or hasten destiny...a chance I'm afraid they've have pissed away."

A slow pan upward and the camera eventually revealed the rest of Atara's face. Still immaculate despite recent events at Anarchy, TV magic or not is up to the viewer to decide, her expression lacked none of the arrogance of her voice, "Jessalyn, for all your talk of being a champion and fighting for things bigger than yourself, when presented with an actual challenge...how do you respond? I'm well aware the same can be asked of me but between the two of us who's hubris was their downfall in our last match up? I hear that same empty prideful tone again. Pray Dove, pray. The woman you faced last is the same woman you will be seeing Wednesday. Pompeii, Sodom, Gomorrah, you will be eviscerated much the same.

"Seth, I'm rather fond of your father. He is the reason I am here afterall. The opportunity to be in the XWF, to represent the Anarchy brand, the Golden Goddesses...all his doing. For that I am grateful. How you play into his picture I am not aware of, and since neither he or Roxy have told me otherwise, I can only consider you a threat in this match. If Vinnie is the Cronus to my Aphrodite, then you are the Zeus and patricide I can't allow."

From off screen came the sound of trickling water as Atara moved and eventually emerged from her sacred spring. The camera, despite being operated by an XWF employee, never drifted down maintaining some sense of decency. "Mastermind..." She whispered, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Cute and quaint Mastermind. Of all of us perhaps you were the most deserving and the most capable of dethroning our champion. Even you have failed to see the gravity of the situation we find ourselves in.

"Forgive me if this seems to reflect the opinion of our Engineer, but you approach it with parody so we can't be blamed for failing to take this as a serious effort on your part. While I appreciate and am flattered, Mastermind, by your rhetoric and it's correlation to my heritage, never do it again. You're as much out of your depth in a battle of words as you are in the ring or even in wits. A man with a wife and a fetish for shirts should never mention a Herculean effort. It was a poisoned chiton that killed Herakles Mastermind. Gifted to him by a desperate wife, a wife often left alone while her husband adventured and sowed seeds of infidelity across the world. A wife afraid she would be cast aside for a...younger, more beautiful bride. There are some similarities in Herakles story and yours Mastermind, be weary of that Best Dad Ever t-shirt under the tree this year.

"Especially considering you left wifey home to come and engage in a night full of rigourus physical activity with me." She finished with a playful wink before coming to the conclusion and the man everyone was waiting to see addressed.

"You may not believe in fate or destiny, I do. On the coast of California this past week a phenomenon occurred I can not ignore. An omen. Recall the story of Cronus and the birth of Aphrodite, the genitals cast into the ocean....I need no Oracle to interpret. Keep in mind the Iliad, once Troy had fallen and Menelaus had recaptured Helen. Once my chamber opens...if you still stand. Helen is yours."

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