28 Problems but a Ramsey Ain't One
Jan 28, 2023 21:59:23 GMT -5
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Post by Atara Raven on Jan 28, 2023 21:59:23 GMT -5
With her teeth Atara popped the tops of two bottles of beer and handed one to James before spittooning the caps into the bin next to their hotel bed. There was an ebullience in her movements, her aura and mind both bubbly and light as if she were drunk. Toronto had been successful earlier that evening against Miami and they had celebrated after with the team and staff. Once the hours had grown late and James recognized his wife had neared the point of no inhibition, he had escorted her back to their room to turn in for the day. In the privacy of the hotel room, Atara looked at him with amorous intent and inched closer when a ping caused him to withdraw his cellphone from his pocket.
Atara needn't be curious as to who it was. She knew James' body language well enough and could intuit that it was Chris Page. It was always Chris Page and at this hour it couldn't be good news. Shoulders slumped, Atara muttered under her breath as she eyed James situating himself further up on the bed having gone full business mode. 'Misó to Vénkas.'
Downing some beer, Atara kicked off her heels forcefully in a passive aggressive declaration of her agitation and gave James reason to pause from the incessant ding tap tap tap ding that was currently the bane of his wife's existence. He offered an apologetic grin and watched quietly as she crawled into the bed beside him. Instinctively James angled the phone so Atara could peep the conversation.
'Sorry honey, something came up. We have to fix the card before Monday,' he explained briefly.
'I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it.' Atara fired right back with little to no hesitation between words. No thought she might regret it.
'Did you read what it was before–' James started before she cut him off.
'I don't care. If it means you putting that phone down, I'll mud wrestle a pig in a snow storm if I have to. We have no baby, no Tyler, no curfew, I'm half lit and I wanna fuck.' she put it as a matter of fact as it could be and gave no suggestion that he really had a choice. Already Atara had thrown a leg over and straddled James. Her fingers were well into working his belt off when James reached down to stop her.
'Whoa whoa, Am I just a piece of meat woman! You'll get your pound Shylock but you really need to know what you're signing up for. It's not exactly a dark squash match.' He said in feigned objection. His words fell on deaf ears and Atara went back to work with a shrug.
'For the tag titles Atty!' James exclaimed, finally breaking through her stubbornness. 'Against Toddy and Austin. Zara's partner had to back out.'
Atara gave pause for thought as she stared down at the cloth walls of the keep she had been laying siege to. The button of his pants were between her finger and thumb just waiting for her to snap to let the Greek into mighty Canadian Troy. This news certainly changed things. It was for Championship Gold, it was against her friends. There was the potential that she might burn a bridge or give the roster ample fuel to throw claims of nepotism at James' feet. She could possibly lose and earn the ire of Zara Ivory or worse win and be stuck into a long term partnership with a woman she knew little about. James was right that it wasn't a decision to take lightly or be flippant about…….but that dick tho.
*Snap*
'I said I'll do it.'
— —
'Morning Champ.'
The baritone of her husband's annoyingly cheerful voice reverberated through a brain throbbing at a beat per minute that rivaled the fastest untz untz of any hardstyle edm song in the existence of humanity and the clink and clank of glass as he prepared them a morning coffee seemed exaggerated to the point Atara thought her ears would bleed. Honestly she suspected some of it was intentional, a recompense for the very strongly worded and lengthy lecture she had sent his friend and business partner Chris Page for interrupting marital business. Shylock was drunk though, and Shylock wanted payment.
'Sooo…now that you're sober, you want to think about this match so I can–' James tried to inquire as sat in front of his wife.
'No, it's fine. I said I would do it. I'll do it. It's no biggie really.' Atara mumbled before gulping the complimentary hotel sewage water.
'Okay, I'm just saying Atty, it's only a week out and there's not much time to prepare. Ya know, get in sync with Zara so you two can put up a fighting effort. I mean, I have the utmost faith in you but there are variables out of your control in tag team.' James stressed sitting next to her.
'Zara is a veteran, I'm a veteran and I have a wealth of experience in how Austin and Toddy operate. Toddy is the brains and Austin is the bronze. It's simple really, they broadcast how to beat them in only every aspect of their reality worthy marriage. Isolate Toderick, she's the head. Austin can't think to effin walk without her holding his hand.' Atara expressed with a shrug taking another sip.
'That's kind of harsh honey, true, but harsh, but I don't think Toddy will go down so easily' James offered.
'James, she's a flash pan talent at best. I mean, I know I have as many lows as I have highs but what has she really done outside of her little MIL network thing?' she posed in retort and a brief silent glance was exchanged between them before Atty started again.
'I mean they call themselves the Show Stealerz when in actuality they should be called the Show Stopperz and I don't mean that in a good way. Literally almost every company they've been involved in has shut their doors permanently, not to mention they have only a modicum of success in a circle of competition I don't think has changed much in the entirety of their careers. This is WGWF, there's a literal who's who of wrestling here, Joe Montouri being the obvious exception, and they expect to sell me on the fact people show up to watch them? Pfft…Austin can't even pack the Rabbit and he's the finger quote, head Buck, finger quote. I'm supposed to be threatened and concerned because he slapped Justin Bieber, allegedly, a few times. Pfft.' Atty finished making a masturbatory hand gesture.
'Sweety I don't think you're giving them due credit, they are our tag team champions.' James countered.
'Yeah, I know, you're tag team champions went on a two promo diatribe about popularity contest and how they never get named and boo effin hoo cry me a river, how it doesn't matter what we think knowing full gotdamn well that all we have to do is talk over them at the Rabbit and they pitch a hissy fit starting shit with everybody because they didn't get enough attention. It's not my fault the Cutie with the Booty only got one direction she can move it in and her husband can't carry a conversation to save his or his kids life. Does that sound like show stealing, ratings worthy television to you. Sounds like two piss babies begging to be liked if you ask me.' Atty ranted.
'You don't mean that…' James tried to interject but failed.
'What? It's not like they're gonna hear this and if they do I'll just buy them a gift right and apologize profusely? Cuz that's the measure of a good friend and it's what Austin does when his little demons show up right?
James sighed and shook his head. 'Well, let's hope they don't hear this.'
Atara needn't be curious as to who it was. She knew James' body language well enough and could intuit that it was Chris Page. It was always Chris Page and at this hour it couldn't be good news. Shoulders slumped, Atara muttered under her breath as she eyed James situating himself further up on the bed having gone full business mode. 'Misó to Vénkas.'
Downing some beer, Atara kicked off her heels forcefully in a passive aggressive declaration of her agitation and gave James reason to pause from the incessant ding tap tap tap ding that was currently the bane of his wife's existence. He offered an apologetic grin and watched quietly as she crawled into the bed beside him. Instinctively James angled the phone so Atara could peep the conversation.
'Sorry honey, something came up. We have to fix the card before Monday,' he explained briefly.
'I'll do it. Whatever it is, I'll do it.' Atara fired right back with little to no hesitation between words. No thought she might regret it.
'Did you read what it was before–' James started before she cut him off.
'I don't care. If it means you putting that phone down, I'll mud wrestle a pig in a snow storm if I have to. We have no baby, no Tyler, no curfew, I'm half lit and I wanna fuck.' she put it as a matter of fact as it could be and gave no suggestion that he really had a choice. Already Atara had thrown a leg over and straddled James. Her fingers were well into working his belt off when James reached down to stop her.
'Whoa whoa, Am I just a piece of meat woman! You'll get your pound Shylock but you really need to know what you're signing up for. It's not exactly a dark squash match.' He said in feigned objection. His words fell on deaf ears and Atara went back to work with a shrug.
'For the tag titles Atty!' James exclaimed, finally breaking through her stubbornness. 'Against Toddy and Austin. Zara's partner had to back out.'
Atara gave pause for thought as she stared down at the cloth walls of the keep she had been laying siege to. The button of his pants were between her finger and thumb just waiting for her to snap to let the Greek into mighty Canadian Troy. This news certainly changed things. It was for Championship Gold, it was against her friends. There was the potential that she might burn a bridge or give the roster ample fuel to throw claims of nepotism at James' feet. She could possibly lose and earn the ire of Zara Ivory or worse win and be stuck into a long term partnership with a woman she knew little about. James was right that it wasn't a decision to take lightly or be flippant about…….but that dick tho.
*Snap*
'I said I'll do it.'
— —
'Morning Champ.'
The baritone of her husband's annoyingly cheerful voice reverberated through a brain throbbing at a beat per minute that rivaled the fastest untz untz of any hardstyle edm song in the existence of humanity and the clink and clank of glass as he prepared them a morning coffee seemed exaggerated to the point Atara thought her ears would bleed. Honestly she suspected some of it was intentional, a recompense for the very strongly worded and lengthy lecture she had sent his friend and business partner Chris Page for interrupting marital business. Shylock was drunk though, and Shylock wanted payment.
'Sooo…now that you're sober, you want to think about this match so I can–' James tried to inquire as sat in front of his wife.
'No, it's fine. I said I would do it. I'll do it. It's no biggie really.' Atara mumbled before gulping the complimentary hotel sewage water.
'Okay, I'm just saying Atty, it's only a week out and there's not much time to prepare. Ya know, get in sync with Zara so you two can put up a fighting effort. I mean, I have the utmost faith in you but there are variables out of your control in tag team.' James stressed sitting next to her.
'Zara is a veteran, I'm a veteran and I have a wealth of experience in how Austin and Toddy operate. Toddy is the brains and Austin is the bronze. It's simple really, they broadcast how to beat them in only every aspect of their reality worthy marriage. Isolate Toderick, she's the head. Austin can't think to effin walk without her holding his hand.' Atara expressed with a shrug taking another sip.
'That's kind of harsh honey, true, but harsh, but I don't think Toddy will go down so easily' James offered.
'James, she's a flash pan talent at best. I mean, I know I have as many lows as I have highs but what has she really done outside of her little MIL network thing?' she posed in retort and a brief silent glance was exchanged between them before Atty started again.
'I mean they call themselves the Show Stealerz when in actuality they should be called the Show Stopperz and I don't mean that in a good way. Literally almost every company they've been involved in has shut their doors permanently, not to mention they have only a modicum of success in a circle of competition I don't think has changed much in the entirety of their careers. This is WGWF, there's a literal who's who of wrestling here, Joe Montouri being the obvious exception, and they expect to sell me on the fact people show up to watch them? Pfft…Austin can't even pack the Rabbit and he's the finger quote, head Buck, finger quote. I'm supposed to be threatened and concerned because he slapped Justin Bieber, allegedly, a few times. Pfft.' Atty finished making a masturbatory hand gesture.
'Sweety I don't think you're giving them due credit, they are our tag team champions.' James countered.
'Yeah, I know, you're tag team champions went on a two promo diatribe about popularity contest and how they never get named and boo effin hoo cry me a river, how it doesn't matter what we think knowing full gotdamn well that all we have to do is talk over them at the Rabbit and they pitch a hissy fit starting shit with everybody because they didn't get enough attention. It's not my fault the Cutie with the Booty only got one direction she can move it in and her husband can't carry a conversation to save his or his kids life. Does that sound like show stealing, ratings worthy television to you. Sounds like two piss babies begging to be liked if you ask me.' Atty ranted.
'You don't mean that…' James tried to interject but failed.
'What? It's not like they're gonna hear this and if they do I'll just buy them a gift right and apologize profusely? Cuz that's the measure of a good friend and it's what Austin does when his little demons show up right?
James sighed and shook his head. 'Well, let's hope they don't hear this.'