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Atara Raven · (02-25-2025)

Little Caeser Arena
Detroit, Michigan.

The backstage locker room. That's it. That's the setting. If you can't extrapolate a description from those words then you're in a for a world of Google searching when you flip over to Summer Page's promo and have to figure out what a Hydroflask, bottle, cup, whatever is.

It's just after Warfare, the Atara vs Matthias Syn match to be exact, and the atmosphere is anything but jovial. Alone, the goddess is sat slumped on a chair. Matted brown locks, half dried from sweat hang in disheveled mess and for the majority cover the striking Aegean blue eyes so synonymous with the posters her face once graced. Her posture makes it clear. Atara's Ides of March run as ended.

Of all the way to lose, no matter the performance, a roll up had to be the most embarrassing. There was little points in crying or being Latoya Hix crash out mad about it, feet on the ropes or not they never rarely if ever over turned those calls. It was what it was.

Atara had lost. Her mediocre had been Matthias' maximum and it culminated has it always did. An almost. If only she pushed a little harder but that was neither here or there. She had another tournament to gear for.

The Bashmaster Classic.

Sat in her chair, finger tracing the screen of her phone over the cherubic face of the little clone she birthed near three ago and as she pined for the comforts of husband, child, and home her mind wandered over the what ifs of the previous match how to correct them before she reached New York for the 'anticipated' with Dick Powers and Summer Page.

A legitimate randomized pair, those two where as night as and day as it could be but Atara and Marisol couldn't shrug at the the fact that they had succeeded in their previous matchup.

While they couldn't shrug at the two didn't mean Atara wouldn't. I mean, it was a shell of what Dick Powers once was and a fucking talking product placement ad. The sooner she and Marisol ended their run in this tournament the sooner the XWF would be rid of this shitty Vinnie Lane & Roxy Cotton parody and put a serious product back on the Anarchy airwaves.

It wasnt exactly the most exciting of matchups to look forward. Was definitely not worth the time missed from her family, and has disheartened as she was at the moment, Atara had to find means of motivation to get through the Classic. So she did what she did and looked to the before to find fire for the after.

"You missed this shit, babe. The bright lights, the buzzing of the crowd, those television cameras. That fucking feeling when your music hits, when that curtain opens and that pyro pops. That feeling of actually being alive," - Matthias Syn

He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't completely right.

"It's all a part of the pageantry that is professional wrestling.

It's the main reason I ever considered a career in this business. Not the championships, not the money, a little for the adoration but mostly the story," - Atara Themis

Atara had indeed missed it. What other reason was there to come back if she didn't? It was because she had become disillusioned with her life at home, she absolutely adored adapting the more tranquil, steady, yet always surprising domestic lifestyle of the housewife. She wore the title as a badge of honor. She missed it because there was still so much of her story to write. Winning the 1st Bashmaster Classic, being one half of the first Anarchy tag team champions, there was still the Revolution title she could add to her resume. Atara had yet to win the Anarchy title and felt no one but her could give the alleged Michael Graves a proper challenge and once the foundation had been built in this newest chapter of her XWF legend, there was of course....the Universal Title.

"Now you're running the Special Olympics circuit. Hixx and Blade and Hixx again. Forced into a tag team with Queen curtain jerker herself, Marisol Vilaro. Have you stopped to ask yourself - Why,"- Matthias Syn

She had. Just before last Anarchy as matter of fact during an internal monologue, but on camera and off camera is a sketchy concept in this era of the business. Atara knew she was ten times the athlete and superstar of Latoya High. She was the mold both Summer Page and even her tag team partner had poorly attempted to cast themselves in. Atara had solidified herself without question as the prima diva of XWF. Why had she been thrown into the mix with third rate caricatures of herself? Well simple.

She was the original. Contrary to what people in the back may have believed and said, the XWF had not lost faith in her. If anything they were banking on here running amuck on this tourney field because who else could carry the brand like her?

No one.

Who else could convince the fans this tournament wasn't a hand out to the No Good Bastards but Atara because make no mistake. This tournament is there's to lose. One of the few on this roster who had ever given them a loss.

The legacy of this new title was, like the Shooting Star, in her mind being forged to rest on her crown. She was the still the Goddess. And besides if they lost......

.....there had already calls for a Revolutionary encore.

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