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"Why are you even entertaining this Atty? Why I'm I letting you let me entertain this? It's Vinnie." asks a frustrated and unwilling James Raven.

"I don't know. It seemed plausible and he's a scientist or something. You can't argue science James." responded the assured honeyed rasp of Atara.

Looking at his wife in disbelief James threw his head back.

"We all have I our vices James and besides,"Atara paused canting her head and giving an admonishing look. "Don't act like you never tried to peep me from with from Centurion's when we were kids.

"Well, I'm your husband now for one and it's not peeping when you shout Hey James! and show me your titties everytime I was there."

"What's it going to hurt?" a now blushing Atty responded.

"It's just...it's Vinnie and I don't see what some fat kid with a lisp has to do with the physics of time."[blue]

"It's not a lisp, he says it like that on purpose. Preesh. Makes him feel hip and connected to the youth." Atty corrected.

[Blue]How do you know that if he exist in another timeline? Is this a joke? Is this about the olive oil? I'll get the right oil honey I swear?" James pleaded.

"It's curiosity and boredom really dear husband. So whatbif it sounds impossible, how do we know if it's impossible unless we try to do the impossible to prevent the impossible that's become possible from becoming possible to change the what's now incorrectly possible to get back to what is supposed to be the correct possible especially when it changes nothing for us that has been made possible?"

"He said we're still married. We still have the kids. Except we're super rich, successful, cultural and sex icons who look like literal Greek Gods and Goddesses.

We just get in Vinnie's little Pinto thing and take a trip. If we go to the future and keep a fluke of a champion from retaining his title and making a mockery of it, great. We'll get to see the future and see the limelight of a babbling idiot one brain cell shy from being Hodor get crushed and a career get tossed back into Vinnie's gimmick closet where it should have never left.

We'll keep some ring rats self respect and ribcage intact when she doesn't have to lay under him so she can go back to denying the advances of the T.H.U.G.S and every other piece of low key misogynistic trash in XWF.

We'll be doing the Lord's work Dove....

....and if not, we go on a little trip and make an old senile perverted old man happy for a little while.

Besides, Yiayia is here and agreed to babysit and I'm not passing it up even if it is just a ride along with Vinnie."Atty excitedly explained.

"But it's Vinnie," James stressed again."And he says this all centers a movie themed TV show? Hollywood would never make that Atty. Come on."

"I don't know, it sounds fun to me and if what he said is true they make sequels....and if there is sequels James.... Atty cooed looking at James desirously.

"There's more things to roleplay..."


"Fuck it! I'm in."






With little Ismini, the Ravens newborn daughter, still not quite ready for air travel, the first episode was set on Atara's beautiful home in Plaka, Athens. Called the neighborhood of the Gods, Plaka was the one of the oldest continuously inhabited neighborhoods on the planet. It was Atara's childhood neighborhood and the comfort of familiarity had eased some of the Goddess' stress during this period of acclimation. The fact it sat right under the acropolis and she could sit on her balcony and stare at arguably the most recognizable building in world was some kind of therapeutic and James didn't seem to mind. He enjoyed the privacy, or the Greek equivalent of privacy, and the ultimate bonus. A rooftop hot tub, not a time machine, to peep his smoking hot wife whenever he wanted.

The couple had absolutely every reason to visit the roof of their home and not just because they fucking owned it! They visited it in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening, all the times in-between.

This morning would no different than rest and once Atara finished baby bonding time she had set about doing what Yiayia had always taught her do. Had always enforced in her what was her duty as a Greek wife and woman in general to do. Feed him and feed her guest! Much to his chagrin and the crew filming however, the amount of food it took meant an early morning and if Atty was up, everyone not acclimated to life full of music was also up. The house was a cacophony of Greek pop and pan clatter mixed the Goddess' singing and the sizzle of whatever she was preparing.

Walking into the scenes, we see a groggy James Raven enter frame in all his shirtless abliciousness while reaching around his wife for a coffee cup. He gives her butt a squeeze and kisses her on the head to only get a beaming smile in return before he clears her working space knowing the penalty for interrupting the cooking. He looks into the camera and gives a I Know Right shrug before the scene cuts away to shot of a less disoriented and more clothes James Raven for a reality confessional shot.

Dead panned he stares into the camera.

"I thought DancingRave'NGirl was just a pen name. I misjudged this terrible. It's everyday. All day.

Atty cuts through and I front of him and James silently looks at the camera to say, See What I Mean.

"Everyday."

An Atty Daily Dance Montage Follows.

Cut back to James.

"Sometimes she's not even on the floor."

One final cutback and we rest on the balcony shown before we're it seems enough time has passed for the cooking and eating festivities have ended. James is gathering up dishes and we Atty standing on her balconies edge. She's seemingly deep in thought and not much of anything exciting happens when she turns to her husband. He pauses and looks back at her as they share a silent moment before a his lips curl beneath a morning stubble into a knowing smile. His wife is wearing her What the Actual Fuck face.

"What is it Atty?"

"How in the fuck does a malaka try so hard to sound so profound and say absolutely the most dumb shit I have ever heard about an effin roof ledge?" She asked in reference of her Relentless Goth's statements in a recent promo.

James, still smiling, shrugged.

"I don't know sweety. It can't be the dumbest though. We know Hitmaker."

"Ela, atleast that putanas yos usually leads somewhere before he goes to check the boats. This malaka can't even rip off Brandos on the edge scene!" Atty exclaimed her expression and posture lively and full of her frustration.

"Oooh look at me. I'm standing the ledge of a building. What does it mean. Why am I here? I'm I speaking in riddles or am I three deep into 40s and pain pills mumbling donkey shit because I'm a 20 year vet with nothing left to say or offer the business?"

"Shit in your face bish, go coat hanger your wife so you don't infect the world with one of those idiot kids you rambled on about for what reason?"

"None!"

James shrugged shrugged and turned to head in with his dishes as Atty's now inaudible Greek tirade was cut to another James confessional shot.

"She's cute when shes angry. It both scares and turns me on. She's gonna be a while."

Cut back to a still fuming Atty, unaware she has been alone. We see James sneak back out baby in tow.

"Begging for a pay day? The actual Fuck! Does he not know I am only here because the top guy.. the TOP GUY asked me to be. Don't see Universal Champions knocking down Goth's door!

Don't see vanity show promoters ringing your phone off the hook...sir. Mr. Twenty Year Mid Card nobody trying to sell me on the fact he just recently decided to become a Journey Man."

"You guys only have contracts because I wasn't available," Atty mimicked.

"Well Goth.. per. my. Last email...all I have to do is pick up phone and boom. Booked. Anywhere."

"How dare you think you can jump in front of me. How dare you think you can steal my push! I deserve this more," she mimicked more.

"How dare you not suck my asshole and not read your own fucking boom you jingo jean wearing fucking relic. It's the Xtreme title, it's not about deserve. It's about who has the balls to go for it so boo effin hoo Big Preesh grew a pair and stole your shot.

Boo effin hoo, the front office decided an accomplished and globally known commodity. A former Xtreme Champion, was going to do better for the bottom line so they could cut you a decent check at the end of the night!"

"You're welcome Miss Goth, Atty's pristine premium platinum pussy, tits, and ass brought enough simps in for your husband to keep you out of the Motel 7. Apologies Atty's sheer innate athleticism took another few weeks off the already very limited time he has left."

"How's that for pretentious grand standing Goth! No need to scratch your head and hurt yourself trying to find a deeper meaning in the shit in your toilet."

"It's shit. Look in the mirror. More shit. Open your mouth. More shit."

"You're full of it. I'm sorry, that must be discouraging to hear and I'm not discounting your talent Dove....

...oh wait yes I am. I'm definitely discounting and disparaging everything about you. Like I said, like you said. Kinda. Centurion was a fluke. Latina was an off day. Gamer Girl buried you."

There's not a signature win or accomplishment here at XWF that puts you anywhere in my category so know you tell me....."

"What's make you think your over inflated sense of self matters a fuck nugget in the grand scheme and in any shape or form makes me an extra in this delusion you keep on about?"

"Was that heartfelt enough? Did that separate your mind from your body? Can you multitask pulling my one first out of your ass while the other donkey punched you into oblivion and simultaneously choke you with your own dick with the toes of my one foot?"

"Did that offend your sensibilities? Are you down with me?"

"Scurredbitchsaysyes"

"Wait wut?"[/pink]

Atara is suddenly cut off by a subtle cough from James.

"Sweety, I think you went over the F bomb limit and I think it's time to feed. I would but..."

The scene fades out as we cut to commerical break

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