For My One and Only

Post by Atara Themis on Dec 17, 2020 23:51:38 GMT -6

Heavy was the libidinous voice slithering from blackened voids scattered through out the globe. Manifesting through the magic of technology her song oozed from the nothing of chaos, screens absent of light or picture. Hers was a lascivious sound creeping into the ears of the GCWA faithful and illicited from that base the most prurient of thoughts. Easily lured like fish to worm, eyes fixed to device and with unrivaled anticipation awaited for the visage of their goddess to appear.

Rewarded with only those two little words, Hello Doves, the song of their siren would not disappoint her flock. Light and color intertwined, it took shape and form just seconds after her voice had beckoned. Atara Themis, Aphrodite made flesh then layed before all who had abided her summons.

"It's been awhile has it not GCWA?" languid and still, a smile curled Atara's mouth. Her head pedestaled in hand, it was only the Aegean blue of irises that made effort to address the camera's lens.

"I would ask if I had been missed, but judging by the amount of lips my name still lingers on...those new tongues it's found, I have my answer," Atara spoke matter of factly. Fully devoted to that belief, she wouldn't be deterred. Having not so much as muttered a word in the months since her departure and all it had taken was a simple sign up sheet to stir the fire of the loins of the locker room.

How had another Superstar put it….Atara only need smile to catch heat.

Of course she didn't mean a mere passing mention. It was a Rumble and there would be those in good number. Some of them, strangers even, had put decent effort to drag her name through mud. Isn't that right three stroke Terry Marshal? Ho, Ho, Ho, now goes limp Santa's north pole. Try again Dove, it's all good and well to be nefarious but clever is better and clever you are not.


"Tell me Doves, do you still flock to the website in droves to catch a glimpse of me. To peek into a dated profile and remember that small blip of time I was here before?" She posed from her silken perch.

"You needn't answer. I've seen the numbers. You seek me out more than the staples of this company, the shimmering new rookies, the legends, I interest you more than any Legacy carved. How many posters slipped past the owls eyes at that little Fan Access?" Atara's rasp had slowly became deeper, darker.

"Did she hoot with envy at every purchase? Did that nocturnal hunter's gaze gloss over in wishful hope of having what was once mine? I believe it did and I believe she think's to sink talons were mine have been in to gain an edge in this Rumble. Latch on to that mouse hoots and latch on tight, just know this hoochies talons went deep. Past flesh and bone, my essence permeated with blood. I was in those veins Alice, flowed through the Hart. I was in every breath he took. Each exhale, me floating through the same air that carry ravens wings, filling the space of where travelers impossibly come and go."

"You can have the flesh, the shell, but the rest is mine and I'm a selfish girl."

Her warning issued, Atara's torso lifted and she sat upright. Tucking back fallen strands of brown, her attention fixed to the camera once more. Doom and gloom and faded her face and tone when she started to speak again, "I suppose this is part where I list all the reasons I should win. All the reasons I want to win. The part were you expect me to play woman scorned and go on a lengthy tirade on all the ways I intend flay Shawn Warstein alive."

Atara arched her brows and gave the camera an I'm I right expression, "I won't because I don't. He's only one part of Legacy and to rob him of what he loves most would honestly be more work than I care to do. Besides, what do I owe this roster to take care of the reason you've all been made cucks. Sitting idly by Legacy hatefucks you for every title and penny this company as to far...no Doves. That's up to you to handle.

I've been down James Raven road and can tell you from experience it's a rough and rocky ride none of you are equipped for. The only thing that can defeat Legacy is Legacy and I am here for no other reason to make sure that the right Legacy member ascends their little throne.

"I am of course talking about the hardest worker in this business. The sickest c*nt. My emotionally adopted step son, Noah Jackson."


"I have watched everyone one kid you poke your fun of his 'supposed' mental capacity. Watched Legacy make him their little whipping boy when they need a laugh. I'm tired of Shawn not properly protecting the..his house...you know what. Never mind that last one."


"He's better than all of you. Especially you Thunder Knuckles, you stole that belt and you know it. Fuck Jimmy...so yeah. Noah is winning this thing whether he likes or not...