Post by Atara Raven on Aug 7, 2023 1:30:37 GMT
Two words.
Only Two Words.
Two words spoken from an aphotic square of those preferred devices held firmly in palms or sat on desks and laps all the worldwide. Two words effusing allure poured like Greek honey, its rasp was ominous veiling the owner's typical laughter loving disposition. This voice, her voice, was just light enough with youthful enthusiasm to tell she was no crone, but was also weighted with an old world accent that said she was no maiden either. Armed with all the power of pantheons from yore she needed only to use her tongue and with her tongue like a siren she sung. The Goddess spoke. The world listened.
She spoke two words.
Only Two Words.
Familiar to her cult, known globally and synonymous with only one face, these two words were all the introduction she required. She needed no air time or segment to waste, no need to boast or give herself mastabatory toast. Only two words as if her minimum was better than your most. They invoked her many names the instant they were spoken and in the consciousness of those who adored and of those who abhorred they recalled the name of Themis. They whispered Raven, they yelped Atty, moaned Aphrodite, but most of all they gasped…The Goddess.
No picture needed, just only those two words. She poured them like ambrosia from her throat and brushed the canvas of imagination with her tongue. Her visage manifested in the mind's eye to her faithful. It swelled the breast of those in IWF that had been supplicating for her arrival and from the eyes of the Raven King those two words would pull tears of joy.
Two Words.
Only Two Words.
It was all she needed, however, not all are believers and newborn babes had yet been indoctrinated. Most importantly though, this was a promotional video and seeing was believing…..
"Hello Doves"
Spoken like the Christian god whispering into the void to bring into existence all creation, her voice brought forth a miniature cosmic explosion on those aphotic screens. With light came color and with color came the divine visage of most famed and revered daughter of Hellas. She had breathed life into the IWF void as she had many times before all over this rock called Gaia.
From the edges in, we fade from black to a world of pink at the Goddess' back. In silence the world her words had ushered continued to be unveiled with a background full of decor unmistakably Greek. Mimicking a palace old, the first sign of contrast was the abundance of mahogany that fell in thick locks from her head. Then came the sheen of skin kissed by Helios' sun shaping the svelte and able bodied figure of our center framed divinity. She sat nestled in the cushions of a throne from which she curled her lips and offered a most coquettish.
In all of it however, one thing stood out above all others. Overshadowing the pretentiousness of her stage, deterring those lingering gazes on her form. One thing called attention to one spot over all else. Staring back into an unseen camera, seemingly peering beyond the wall and piercing that lense, was a pair of striking Aegean blue orbs. They looked back with intent and direct, like a hunter stalking prey.
From the edges in, we fade from black to a world of pink at the Goddess' back. In silence the world her words had ushered continued to be unveiled with a background full of decor unmistakably Greek. Mimicking a palace old, the first sign of contrast was the abundance of mahogany that fell in thick locks from her head. Then came the sheen of skin kissed by Helios' sun shaping the svelte and able bodied figure of our center framed divinity. She sat nestled in the cushions of a throne from which she curled her lips and offered a most coquettish.
In all of it however, one thing stood out above all others. Overshadowing the pretentiousness of her stage, deterring those lingering gazes on her form. One thing called attention to one spot over all else. Staring back into an unseen camera, seemingly peering beyond the wall and piercing that lense, was a pair of striking Aegean blue orbs. They looked back with intent and direct, like a hunter stalking prey.
"Yassas Khardiata…Senghor." Atara said, breaking the silence once more. In her native Greek she acknowledged her opponent but her tone was less cordial than before.
"Our little Belgian cockatoo. Still waiting for mama bird to come and feed you? To regurgitate back the food she would bring, then and only then can Khardiata sing," Atara hissed in ominous rhyme.
"Please sit safe in that cage baby bird. You're not of my flock and have already left the nest. You've reached a new level in this stage of your young career and the time of coddling and stoking your pyre of self confidence in some quaint attempt at courtesy and professionalism is over, Dove.
Two matches in and I've determined you've already peaked. I've pegged you for no more than a timid little clap back bitch sitting in wait for someone else to make the first move. That's all well and good Dove, but if you're going to sit behind high walls and hope defense holds out, Malaka, have I got news for you….
Greek fire doesn't stop burning and you're nothing but a half constructed palisade of wood and thatch. I'm going to eat you alive and there is absolutely not a thing in this world that you can do about it.
No amount of styles.
No amount of hours in the gym.
You can have all the ring awareness in the world, Dove. You can know every fiber of the mat but the fact of the matter is you lack the tenacity, the ingenuity, or the experience to know how to handle me. Knowledge isn't wisdom baby girl and right now you're the IWF village idiot putting tomatoes in fruit salad.
I'm a different breed Khardiata, baptized by fire at the age of 8 in the precursor to it all, but I'm sure you learned all that in the lazy google search you did about me before turning those iridescent tennis shoes into a bright piss yellow."
Gone had been Atara's demure composure at the onset of this production and in its place she had taken that cliche mantle of animated and angry Greek woman in this fiery lecture towards the rookie wrestler. She would have a moment's pause however, a second of realization, before she leaned back in her chair and covered her face in brief exasperation before her tirade would start again.
"Ela… please tell me you at least did that minimum of due diligence. Please tell me you didn't sit in wait thinking that because this match is my, debut, that I was going to platter serve you my life story like an effin cheat sheet….
Who am I kidding, of course you did. Ok sweetheart, here you go. I'm Aphrodite Incarnate. The Goddess. Multiple time champion. I'm the mother of the Super Show, the back cultural phenomenons are built on, I'm the wrestling Hollywood starlet. Wife of the G.O.A.T, wife of the only Raven that has ever and I repeat ever….
….EVER….
….mattered in wrestling. I'm Atara Raven, my reputation precedes me and I don't do wrestling 101 bullshit. I don't do promo for dummies bullshit.
You can't surmise me with a glance at a bio.
You wanted to talk measurements to that has been MattuWu is gonna demolish this week like they mean a fuck, well let's talk measurements. I gotta arm reach that means I can slap the buttered breed out of that summer smile from the back door while you're coming in the front.
Are you gonna tell me you're a fat ass that I can't pick up, well wrestling is all leverage and I can crack snap and pop weak ass rice crispy knees.
Are you a super strong Belgian girl? Put me in a bear hug and bet because my bra size isn't listed and I'll definitely smother you between titties before I tap. Your need to breathe can't match my pain threshold sweetie, I've been ripped from cootie to bootie and made my wedding the next week.
And last but not least Khardiata, don't give me that I live, breathe and eat the business hooplah. You're only two matches in, Dove. Live with the trauma of my Judgement of Paris and get back at me. Actually be in a position where you have to make a choice to sacrifice something in this business, a friendship, a love, a piece of yourself you can never get back.
Actually achieve something first, because until then it's just more stereotypical, played out, unmeasurable, unimaginative, filler bullshit that you'll still be shouting 23 years in the business later.
Now this is the part where I fade out but be sure to keep watching Khardiata because this isn't my debut.
This is just practice.
"Our little Belgian cockatoo. Still waiting for mama bird to come and feed you? To regurgitate back the food she would bring, then and only then can Khardiata sing," Atara hissed in ominous rhyme.
"Please sit safe in that cage baby bird. You're not of my flock and have already left the nest. You've reached a new level in this stage of your young career and the time of coddling and stoking your pyre of self confidence in some quaint attempt at courtesy and professionalism is over, Dove.
Two matches in and I've determined you've already peaked. I've pegged you for no more than a timid little clap back bitch sitting in wait for someone else to make the first move. That's all well and good Dove, but if you're going to sit behind high walls and hope defense holds out, Malaka, have I got news for you….
Greek fire doesn't stop burning and you're nothing but a half constructed palisade of wood and thatch. I'm going to eat you alive and there is absolutely not a thing in this world that you can do about it.
No amount of styles.
No amount of hours in the gym.
You can have all the ring awareness in the world, Dove. You can know every fiber of the mat but the fact of the matter is you lack the tenacity, the ingenuity, or the experience to know how to handle me. Knowledge isn't wisdom baby girl and right now you're the IWF village idiot putting tomatoes in fruit salad.
I'm a different breed Khardiata, baptized by fire at the age of 8 in the precursor to it all, but I'm sure you learned all that in the lazy google search you did about me before turning those iridescent tennis shoes into a bright piss yellow."
Gone had been Atara's demure composure at the onset of this production and in its place she had taken that cliche mantle of animated and angry Greek woman in this fiery lecture towards the rookie wrestler. She would have a moment's pause however, a second of realization, before she leaned back in her chair and covered her face in brief exasperation before her tirade would start again.
"Ela… please tell me you at least did that minimum of due diligence. Please tell me you didn't sit in wait thinking that because this match is my, debut, that I was going to platter serve you my life story like an effin cheat sheet….
Who am I kidding, of course you did. Ok sweetheart, here you go. I'm Aphrodite Incarnate. The Goddess. Multiple time champion. I'm the mother of the Super Show, the back cultural phenomenons are built on, I'm the wrestling Hollywood starlet. Wife of the G.O.A.T, wife of the only Raven that has ever and I repeat ever….
….EVER….
….mattered in wrestling. I'm Atara Raven, my reputation precedes me and I don't do wrestling 101 bullshit. I don't do promo for dummies bullshit.
You can't surmise me with a glance at a bio.
You wanted to talk measurements to that has been MattuWu is gonna demolish this week like they mean a fuck, well let's talk measurements. I gotta arm reach that means I can slap the buttered breed out of that summer smile from the back door while you're coming in the front.
Are you gonna tell me you're a fat ass that I can't pick up, well wrestling is all leverage and I can crack snap and pop weak ass rice crispy knees.
Are you a super strong Belgian girl? Put me in a bear hug and bet because my bra size isn't listed and I'll definitely smother you between titties before I tap. Your need to breathe can't match my pain threshold sweetie, I've been ripped from cootie to bootie and made my wedding the next week.
And last but not least Khardiata, don't give me that I live, breathe and eat the business hooplah. You're only two matches in, Dove. Live with the trauma of my Judgement of Paris and get back at me. Actually be in a position where you have to make a choice to sacrifice something in this business, a friendship, a love, a piece of yourself you can never get back.
Actually achieve something first, because until then it's just more stereotypical, played out, unmeasurable, unimaginative, filler bullshit that you'll still be shouting 23 years in the business later.
Now this is the part where I fade out but be sure to keep watching Khardiata because this isn't my debut.
This is just practice.
Well howdy there pardner.