Post by Atara Themis on Oct 21, 2022 19:42:11 GMT -5
Chapter 1
Prior to Present Day
Cold AF Canada
Where The Ravens Live
Life in a Mediterranean paradise hadn't prepared Atara for her first Canadian winter and with each degree decreasing on the thermometer the more anxious the Grecian became to head to Waikiki for what she and her husband considered to be a mini honey moon of sorts. Fun, Sun, Beaches, a whole host of islands and culture to explore, it really would have taken less than a winter wind and her husband's participation to convince her to sign on. All that said however, life in the north at the current moment was Atara's primary motivator and Tara's event in Waikiki couldn't come soon enough. It was cold. It was friggin cold.
Even with the craftsmanship of Canadian masons in the stone of the Raven's Greektown home and modern indoor heating, originally invented by the Greeks fyi, Atara could still feel Old Man Icedickle's gaze through the paned glass of her bedroom windows. Frail almost naked trees were indicative that Persephone had indeed descended to her own husband's lair and the general ambience itself was chilling. It would take more than stone and heated pipes to warm the Goddess and so times like these she thought of Athens. Along with the heated air, her honeyed rasp permeated the room adding to its warmth by way of a mellifluous tone and words from the old world.
"Pósa ástra íne stón uraaanó, maaargariiiitarénia mú…." She sang in her native tongue. The words came naturally as breathing, as they should, because it was a lullaby she had heard and now sang a thousand times before. Soothing and soporific as lullabies are intended to be, Nanourisma had calmed many a Greek babe and now adult alike.
It took Atara's mind from the bitterness outside so that she could focus on the task in front of her. Double checking her and James' luggage for the trip ahead, she eyeballed the bags laid bare and open across her bed and went through a mental checklist of each one.
Tampons. Check.
Flip Flops. Check.
Condoms. Check.
Makeup Bags. Check.
Hair Product. Check.
Dental Hygiene stuff. Check.
My clothes. Check.
His clothes. Check.
Spousal instinct kicked in as she examined the, while very well organized and neatly folded contents of James bag, it was surprisingly lacking. It was all casual wear. The absurdity, the lack of foresight, this wasn't the man she married. There was a plan for everything. Something was amiss.
"Fine…I'll do it myself. There's not enough room in my bag for a sweater anyway" she thought to herself while storing this little instance away for a discussion later. The checking went on.
Important stuff not important enough to list. Check.
SPF 100 Extra Canadian Strength. Check.
Extra Raven Ab T-shirts. Check.
One impossibly small bikini. Check.
Speedo for James….eeeeeeh……nah. Not check.
Eye patch for Seb because lulz. Check.
What I'm I missing…..oh
Extra clean underwear. Check.
[/span][/div]Satisfied everything was in order and having never missed a lyric or note in the process, Atara began closing and prepping bags for the delegated task of loading when the familiar coo of her daughter, Ismini, chimed through a strategically placed baby monitor. It instantaneously brought a smile to Atara's lips and the baritone that followed through, well it caused an eyebrow to arch. Apparently unawares, James had forgotten the monitors.
"It was supposed to be fun baby girl. Daddy was gonna beat up all the Hater Taters and be ogled by Mama the whole time." The disappointment bled through the monitor like a stuck pig.
Atty didn't miss a beat and suddenly the luggage fiasco made sense. The card change, she could empathize kind of, the idea of listening to Graves and crew talk about the cause and effect of being near her pussy was mood killing, but it was the nature of the beast and besides….when a pussy highlights your pussy beats the same dick on the daily that the other pussy brags about touching one time…it's kind of a compliment. They both have an affinity for leaking bodily fluids also..stay mostly in the dark. Atara realized this comparison was surprisingly on point…but it was demeaning. Corey could never be as versatile as her pussy.
Pussy. She snorted.
"Nope, instead daddy is stuck pounding the pretentious powder puffs and Prince Puffy Chest of the All Whiney principality of banality…" came James voice again breaking Atara from her internal Vagina monologue.
She cocked her head and clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in silent expression of her curiosity. Had that been a conscious decision to vent to their infant child in the way of Dr. Seuss? Why? Ismini hadn't the slightest idea of what he was talking about no matter if she ah ah'd and ooh'd like she did. And as if on cue, Ismini's little happy baby giggle came through and then James giggled back!
Atara stiffened and looked at the monitor incredulously. Ismini had laughed? That was the first laugh. The first laugh and it was at a dumb wrestling dig! And…and he wasn't calling Atara in there to marvel at their baby! She could feel the heat in her cheeks and suddenly Canada wasn't that cold. The first foot started to land intent on reverberating through the house a thunderous thud to announce her displeasure and inevitable Greek tirade, but Atara was stalled. She had been eavesdropping.
James, she knew, would point that out and the high ground would be lost. She grunted in frustration and cursed her fine ass Canadian but currently absent minded Obi-Wan of an effin husband. Snatching the monitor up, she clutched it tight and close to her face. Nostrils flared with each vehement breath as she continued her espionage. Too vehement apparently.
"Atty? Is that you? Why are you breathing like Darth Vader…get in here. The baby laughed! Her first laugh!"
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By Atty
Chapter 2
Not Quite Present Day
Pacific Ocean
Airplane That Flies Us There
"This was supposed to be fun, can we trade spots? I'm sure Captain Sebastian wouldn't mind….did you text him by the way?" A still grizzle James Raven asked his wife.
The question caused a mild brain fart about if she had texted Sebastian or not and sent Atara fidgeting to look for her phone to be sure. It was one of the more exciting things about this trip to be honest. For one, tthe way Sebastian jumped through whatever hoop James asked was a hoot to exploit and for two, that pirate costume was like a second skin. The 3rd became a whole new person and the shenanigans that were sure to get him arrested or worse eventually. It was fun to watch.
Until it wasn't. This power of manipulation wasn't something to be taken lightly. Nor was it a power to neglect.
Atara sighed in relief, she had indeed made the text and gave James a sly grin coupled with a giggle. "See Dove, it's still going to be fun."
"Yeah, maybe I'm being melodramatic." James rolled his eyes while tossing back against his chair's headrest and Atty turned to look out the window. The conversation stalled for only for a second when James once again posed inquiry.
"You haven't said anything about it you know?"
"Τι?"Atty chirped oblivious to IT was.
"Your match. You haven't said much. You don't seem very excited about it yourself. Nervous? Not feeling it? We have a long flight. Talk with me." He said and slid a and over hers. Finger intertwined, James gave a slight squeeze to urge her on.
Atara shook her head and shrugged, unsure of really what to say at first. She hadn't really put much thought into it to be honest. The whole reason behind it was this stipulation, the reason Jennie wanted it, it was ages ago. It was a selfish act on Atara's part for a reason long gone and labeled Voldemort. Buried and forgotten while Atty moved on to better but she understood fully why that moment would still stand out in Jennies mind.
Atara had robbed her of an opportunity. Opportunities seldom come by in the younger Fenix's career and in this business a missed opportunity, for whatever, did so much to shape perception and trajectory of a wrestler's career.
"I mean, it's Jennie." Atara started. "It's about Jennie more than it's about me. I've got little to gain save for the Charity money. I owe her one I guess, not much more to it than that I guess." She attempted to pass as answer.
James' dissatisfaction was already set on his face and that cliche arch of a brow accused Atara silently of selling him short. "Greece is on the line honey, don't tell me there are no stakes."
It didn't make much convincing, with James it never did and with that factoid laid out Atty began pouring it out.
"I mean, I love her to death, I do. Sometimes I feel closer to her than I do Tara but she's always been this annoying little malaka nipping at mine and her sister's feet. Granted we give her a hard time all the time, we've been pretty blunt about how she's always to grab a piece of whatever we're doing. Trying to edge in on our social circles, attach herself to whatever we have going on."
James nodded and let it continue to flow.
"It's like she doesn't have her own personality sometimes and when we call her on it she gets all defensive and wants to go full Viva La Jinx on everything no matter how true it is. Whatever we say, it's always us trying to be just hurtful instead of watching out for her and once she get hit with a little resistance she just caves and hides away until it blows over."
Again James only nodded.
"We tell her she's going too fast with Ricky, boom divorced. We tell her she's getting in over her head with matches, boom loses. She's not experienced enough, she's not trained enough, she's not capable enough to carry herself in this business without me or Tara holding her hand and now I'm stuck with the decision to take the fall so she can patch up some ancient butthurt or knock her down once again and watch her mope around for six months, crying and whining, about a fact we have repeatedly told her…." She trailed noticing James starting to speak up.
"Which is?"
"She ain't us. She will never be us. She can never be us. She's Tara's little sister. The shadow. The runner up. The imitation. No Twitter poll or laundry list of dream opponents is gonna change that fact.. especially when they only affirm what I have already said and you even fall short on those.
That's the perception of Jennie Fenix and perception is the absolute hardest thing to change in this business. Especially when you continually exemplify and encourage that perception. Yeah, I pushed her off the cotdamn ladder. Yeah, she didn't get whatever it was she was going for. Yeah, I feel bad about it but calling me out…..
"A highly decorated, trained, experienced, accomplished, marketing beast of an opponent, is only going to put more eyes on that perception and when I push you off another damn ladder the only thing that call out is accomplishing is solidifying the perception in effin Greek Marble for everyone to witness for all eternity. "
"I don't want to be responsible for that. I don't need that on my conscience. Let that shit ride on Tara, she's kinda a bitch like that already, but don't tell her I said that."
"I just want to be the friend that trashed your Legos and made one mistake that she is deeply sorry for and that's why she made her husband buy Jennie a hair salon." Atara finished with huff.
"Made me?"
Atara cut her eyes to the question, "Yes. Made. And if I lose, dead ass she's getting evicted until I talk about Greece again."
"Yes dear."
Chapter 3
The Hotel We're Staying At
Waikiki, Hawaii
"This was supposed to be fun...." Atara grunted between spells of projectile vomit erupting like an active Kilauea. Face first in the hotel toilet, appletini and luau spewing everywhere, she was at the rough end of a night proving what wasn't going to be fun had indeed been fun. It had been, until it wasn't.
Perched next to her on the bathtub ledge, was dutiful James Raven holding a handful of brown locks from being soaked in Atty Fun time bile.
"Which part exactly? The trying to put drink 5 grown men who outweigh you by hundred pounds or the trying to put eat 5 grown men that outweigh you by a hundred pounds" he quizzed with no lack of sarcasm.
"The hula dan….NeeewwwwYoooruuhg!"
"Well that part was fun actually," James agreed. "Until you decided to see how flammable grass skirts were."
"Shut uuuugh….." Atty failed to get out.
"Right right…shut up. You got it. You said you have a lot already. I'll just sit here in solitude while continuing this conversation Ralph."
Silence followed interspersed with moments of the most grotesque whale song Hawaii had ever heard.
Silence. Whale Song.
Silence. Whale song.
"James….."
"Yes dear."
"I need the clean extra underwear."
