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Atara Raven · (09-18-2025)

Relentless weekend. The biggest weekend of XWF's and the whole of the industry's calendar. The biggest show and being held in Atara's absolute favorite American city, Miami. That meant wasn't just Relentless weekend. It was also Hall Pass weekend. Three nights to absolutely cut loose and cause some havoc old Atty style. Of course it was a Hall Pass to be kept within reason of course. There weren't gonna be any one night stands or murders committed, but the.magic she wanted to conjure was hers to conjure. The only catch, she had to be baby Sat by one of her new Tribe stable mates.

And by babysit it meant James had delegated one of them to keep her out of major trouble.

Congratulations Solomon. Much to the chagrin of Solomon's Lil boo thang or whatever she was, the trip to Miami had been filled relative silence while he kept Ty update on what he and Atara were doing. By silent we mean they didn't talk, but it was hardly quiet. Atara had kept her foot and gas pedal floored to the max for the drive and the stentorian symphonic wail of her Ferrari's engine had competed with the brain bleeding resonation of her music's bass.

Heart racing on disco shit the excitement of what the weekend had in store, she was locked in and was putting her sitter to the test already.

"Um, Mrs. Raven. Can you slow down. She's tracking us on life 360 and want.....WHOA WAIT WHAT ARE DOING? THATS MY PHONE!"

"Poutaña isn't tracking skata now is she?"

"That was my phone!"

"No, that was a waste of time and bucket of toxicity that was killing my vibe. And yours. You two aren't even a thing anyway..."

"But my pho..."

"MALAKA I'LL BUY YOU A NEW FUCKING PHONE! IVE GOT A LOT OF ASS TO SHAKE AND HARD ALCOHOL TO DRINK THIS WEEKEND...You're suppose to be watching my back remember, not playing Get Out of the Red Flags Friendzone on your phone!

"She's gonna be so pissed."

"Elaaa...Me káneis na prízomai," her voice was deprecatory and dismissive. Grabbing at the hem of her micro mini she squeezed at her crotch to emphasize the expression.

"Listen Maga mou, you're not even a thing and the level of insecurity and control she's already choking you says to me you might as well call her Butterface Mansley.....

....wait. She doesn't look a effin Predator without its helmet does she?[/color]

"Wait what? No!"

"Thank God for that..but yeah. This bish thinks just because she exists in your reality she's the main event of your world, just like Beardless Geico Cavewoman Mansley, but she can't stand the sight of another woman beside you which suggest to me that bitch was a neighborhood Smash Champion and she's realized her body count reflects badly when it's just a bunch of mediocre weinering WGWF retirees and industry flunk outs. So she...

Are we talking about T or Amber because this sounds like a promo..."

"Both, and it is, keep up. We're multitasking...anywho, she's trying to sink her nails into you, a XWF legacy, to fill out her Ho-lympic score sheet and she knows your going be around some legit Alpha Pussy bitches now....

The same Alpha Pussy bitches that run Robbie Rotten Faced Mansley's bestie, Jenny Myst and her tired ass cliche mean girl the fuck out of XWF and for a spell, wrestling entirely. The same Jenny Myst that still can't Alpha Pussy names out her of mouth, that clings to whoever the IT girl is leeching off whatever runs they can get. They gotta real hot spot for washed and mid past their time legends "

"Your girl and Mansley, they pussy wait. My pussy go. My pussy fast, they pussy slow. My pussy rock it, theirs don't. Their pussy don't pop, mine pussy explode..."

"We literally just heard that in this song..."

"Don't make it not true. My INFLUENCE can be weighed, and some tattoo artist and some Jenny Myst idolizing Joe Montouri School of Promo Ad Placement graduate always collapse beneath the weight of it."

"Forget the Phone Friend Solomon or you'll be sitting alone one day with a bunch of what ifs and miss opportunities. All your energy is gonna get sapped and it'll effect you professionally. A XWF legacy turned journeyman mid carder getting slapped around the ring by the same motherfuckers because it's all the history you know.

You'll wind up watching younger and better people come along and literally hold your head under whatever flavor of month company you found yourself water. Some British thieving twat will make you the jester of the one company you are know for and the only bright spot you'll be able to manage to remind people and her you're alive is an effin hashtag on some social media platform...a hashtag that makes literally no sense because TactFacts are full of subjective horse skata and aren't even real facts!

"So I'm gonna wind up like Larry if I don't give up on having a relationship..."

"Exactly! And Larry don't even have a pussy. That's a #TactFact, but we're gonna have to finish this later. My pussy got a pee and we passed the last rest stop. Keep watch, I'm gonna pop a swuat.

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