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Atara Raven · (10-08-2025)

On the southern coast of Cyprus, birthplace of Aphrodite, the svelte and statuesque form of the XWF 's Aphrodite Incarnate watched over the horizon at black and ominous skies. The rhythmic constant hiss and murmuring of ocean waves was her only company. Well, that and the ever watchful lens of Peeping Tom, the little corporation drone that had become her personal promo camera man.

"I know indeed what evil I intend to do...
but stronger than all my afterthoughts,

Is my fury.

Fury that brings upon mortals,

The greatest evils.
"

Portentous was her usual honeyed rasp and as the words trailed her enrapturing Aegean blues found the camera. Cold and shadowed, they shared in the gloom of her words.

"No one knows betrayal better than Medea.
No one has been has staunch, cold, or calculating in their pursuit of vengeance has her.
No one has sacrificed as much.

That is until now, Solomon."

She paused.

"In Oedipus Sophocles wrote to throw away an honest friend is, as it were, to throw your life away, which a man loves the best and that is exactly what I watched you do at Relentless.

But more than just a friend...you threw away a capable and willing mentor."

She scoffed.

"For all you're talking of legacies you've shit on every tie and hope you've had of carving one. I'm going to make what's left of your pathetic story a tragedy and there's nothing a Greek knows best than how to orchestrate a good tragedy.

Lips pursed once words had stopped so flesh could curl into grin.[white]

"The shame is that you won't even be the center of this story Solomon, because all Greek tragedies need a hero....

A champion.

And has it stands, between the two of us, I am #1 Contender for the vacated Anarchy title thus I am Champion in all but name. You're just the inevitablely doomed monster sent for me vanquish for the people to see."[/center]

[White]She paused again for moment of thought.

"But for this tragedy to really resonate, I can't be any champion, I must be a flawed champion. I'm sure your listing them all off right now Solomon so let me remind you right now...

My flaws, my losses, are tied legacies far greater than your father's. Far greater than Aiden's and I treat everyone of them as the mentor you wished so fervently had shown you the way.

But of all my 'mentors' two stand out more than any and I have to wonder to myself who's tutelage should I take with me into this match.

What kind of Anarchy Champion will I be....to what story will your demise be the catalyst?"

"Aaaaaah, The Engineer, be still my beating my heart," she moaned in remembrance of the first words he had spoken to her.

"My first taste of a Universal Champion. To this day Iwonder what if it had been me instead of Corey."

No one has been as feared as that beautiful Machiavellian monstrosity, Solomon. Not the Left Hand, not the Black Rainbow."

"Should I toss aside all morals, all my principles, in a singular pursuit dominate.

No, not dominate. Destroy. To rip away everything you hold dear just because...

I. CAN.

Do I follow that example and light fire to everything Anarchy to show you all that hope is lost, that the human condition demands suffering and as I look down on you from my pedestal of Championhood, as you weep from wounds I inflicted, I been down and lick them with acid tongue and relish in the crowd cheering me on."

Will I become nothing short of a God.

...or do I hide behind an illusion of mediocrity and lure would be heroes into a maze of metaphor and weakness reflecting mirrors before they're inevitably sacrificed to the salmon coloured monster at its core, at MY core!"

Will I EAT heroes, and not only heroes, a Hall of Legendary Heroes for no other reason than because...

I. CAN.

Will my will to win be so strong that it manifests itself into a single solitary punch that it snuffs out the darkness of the world with all the fiery light of a sun!

Will I be a champion that singlehandedly challenges those the likes of the Engineer, the likes of the Black Rainbow and the Corporation and without aid or risk of another dismantle and uproot the poisoned seeds they sow?

Will my will to win be so strong that I defy death? Would my victories be so inevitable that it would take divine intervention to stop me...and even then....

Could I become a God Killer.

"If only I could rip through space and time to see the future, Solomon."

She paused, looking back to that horizon.

"But then again, I don't need to. I've been a champion numerous times in XWF. I've likely fought more Universal and former Universal Champions than any one this roster. There's no one with experience or better equipped to pick up where the former champion left off.

Your tragedy will be the beginning of my triumph. You will burn for your treachery at the alter of my reign as Anarchy Champion.

Lifting a hand, Atara snapped and Peeping Tom shut off.

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