Post by Atara Raven on Oct 30, 2023 5:01:15 GMT
The Raven House
We know what you're thinking. You said to yourself at the onset the name James Raven and your imagination became awash with the imagery of years of performances and the accolades of the Greatest of All Time. You whispered to yourself…owner of the Toronto Frost and founder of the LFL, General Manager, partner in ownership of WGWF, founder and co-owner of one of the most prolific MMA gyms in existence, you thought to yourself the MOST sought after wrestler in our profession and dollar signs literally rolled in your eyeballs. Those thoughts alone sent your expectations to the roof and then you said his wife's name.
Atara Raven. THE Goddess.
THE…..The Goddess, not a goddess, not a gimmick Goddess, not a just at IWF Goddess, but…
THE
GODDESS.
The standard bearer of all Goddesses, the social media darling, the shoulders multiple industries and businesses built their brand on. Multiple Splat! Silver screen successes, You thought, she took The Velvet Rabbit, a strip club to global recognition…you thought to yourself the exotic Greek bitch that birthed the fucking modern day super show. You recalled every effin overused and water down trend in the business and remembered Atara was at its forefront and again dollar signs exploded your brain!
You thought Hollywood Hills, Mansions, Yachts and super cars and then..you passed between two unremarkable yet massive trees shadowing a low freestanding stone wall matching the masonry of the porch and as you neared closer you looked up to this former house of shadows with childlike excitement and one more time you said their names.
James.
Atara.
And in disbelief, at the thought of being at their home
…You thought, this is it?
And if this was all actually occurring Atara or James may have opened that front door and they would have looked at you knowingly seeing that disappointment plastered squarely on your face like so many who thought they would get a W over THE] power couple of wrestling, and one or the other would simply nod before inviting you in….
….and telling you to calm the fuck down. Everything doesn't have to be Hollywood to be interesting and if you don't believe us take our last week match as an example.
That was us on cruise control. Not even on cruise control. For fucks sake you Malakas, I put my suburban mom SUV.
Nice ass Skoda Kodiaq by the way…
I put it in neutral and just let it roll down hill, meanwhile the Fuck All Modifications couldn't even get their shit out the drive way despite practically hiring some bullshit TV customs crew to get their car in shape.
Did no one get the memo, watch a promo, see a match. Me and my husband are not the same cookie cutter bullshit wrasslers the IWF roster is full of.
It doesn't matter how many fucking gyms you all own. Which by the way, jeezus fucking Christ you don't have to own the goddamn gym. Membership is actually cheaper…you've watered down the market ya know what…nvm. Next week, I'm pushed for time right now….my dryer is going off and the Kings of Flight are just gonna rehash what Mod Bods or whatever said….[/align]
Atara Raven. THE Goddess.
THE…..The Goddess, not a goddess, not a gimmick Goddess, not a just at IWF Goddess, but…
THE
GODDESS.
The standard bearer of all Goddesses, the social media darling, the shoulders multiple industries and businesses built their brand on. Multiple Splat! Silver screen successes, You thought, she took The Velvet Rabbit, a strip club to global recognition…you thought to yourself the exotic Greek bitch that birthed the fucking modern day super show. You recalled every effin overused and water down trend in the business and remembered Atara was at its forefront and again dollar signs exploded your brain!
You thought Hollywood Hills, Mansions, Yachts and super cars and then..you passed between two unremarkable yet massive trees shadowing a low freestanding stone wall matching the masonry of the porch and as you neared closer you looked up to this former house of shadows with childlike excitement and one more time you said their names.
James.
Atara.
And in disbelief, at the thought of being at their home
…You thought, this is it?
And if this was all actually occurring Atara or James may have opened that front door and they would have looked at you knowingly seeing that disappointment plastered squarely on your face like so many who thought they would get a W over THE] power couple of wrestling, and one or the other would simply nod before inviting you in….
….and telling you to calm the fuck down. Everything doesn't have to be Hollywood to be interesting and if you don't believe us take our last week match as an example.
That was us on cruise control. Not even on cruise control. For fucks sake you Malakas, I put my suburban mom SUV.
Nice ass Skoda Kodiaq by the way…
I put it in neutral and just let it roll down hill, meanwhile the Fuck All Modifications couldn't even get their shit out the drive way despite practically hiring some bullshit TV customs crew to get their car in shape.
Did no one get the memo, watch a promo, see a match. Me and my husband are not the same cookie cutter bullshit wrasslers the IWF roster is full of.
It doesn't matter how many fucking gyms you all own. Which by the way, jeezus fucking Christ you don't have to own the goddamn gym. Membership is actually cheaper…you've watered down the market ya know what…nvm. Next week, I'm pushed for time right now….my dryer is going off and the Kings of Flight are just gonna rehash what Mod Bods or whatever said….[/align]
Well howdy there pardner.