Post by Atara Raven on Feb 11, 2023 21:46:31 GMT -5
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The number three, one of the most prominent and valued numbers used in the bible. A symbol of divine presence, of harmony, but most importantly a symbol of wholeness. God's designs, whatever he wants to emphasize, he sends in three. It's a symbol of completion and of finality. That number transcends the bible into a myriad of aspects in our daily lives and no more than it does in the world of wrestling.
It loses none of that symbolic meaning and in our business is still a mark of finality. A victor's hand isn't raised until the third slap of the referee's hand. Much like a priest, our referee's act as God's messenger and deliver his message, they hand out and determine Our Lord's will. Whatever his message, whatever design, it comes in the number three. The match is done, the outcome decided, and to the victor the spoils. It can't be refuted.
It will be the third time Bam Miller has faced a Raven. It will be the third time Zara Ivory has been in the ring with Atty.
Twice before it was God's will that Bam and Zara be placed on their backs. That they receive the final blow and be smitten by their enemies. The three count, the loss, was hung on their heads and now for the third time they stand in the ring with Atty.
Three opponents. A Triple Threat Match. A trinity of a higher powers design is forced to meet on the date of the Thirteenth, of all dates, to do battle until that striped messenger's hand hits the mat for a third time. Gods will be handed out for the final time and the only conclusion, the only expectation that can even be thought conceivable, is that the crown of defeat will once again hang on the heads of Zara Ivory and Bam Miller.
It can not be denied, it can not be refuted, it can not be stopped.
It's divine providence, it's destiny, it's the work of the fates who as well work as three. The Moirai, those feared and revered sister's of Greece, the homeland of who else but Atara Raven, a sister herself. Lachesis, Atropos, Clotho, who's will dominated the life of even gods, who weaved life's thread and whose symbol, one of many, was what else but….
… a Dove. That sacred animal of Aphrodite. The patron goddess of prostitutes whose incarnation will stand in a ring in the city famed for sex work. A Dove, a messenger from the heavens most known for its voyage from that famed ark that saved and rebirthed the world. A bird sent out in a period of 21 days, a number divisible by three, as well as a bird who was united in that effort by another avian altogether.
A Raven.
Divine Providence WGWF. A brick headed idiot will crumble like the Walls of Jericho and from the rubble will be the stones used to pelt a struggling, wrought with demons, green haired neophyte. It's god's will, it's prophecy, and who better to interpret an oracle than the mother of prophecy herself, the Titaness….
Themis.
– –
St. Irene Chrisovalantou Greek Orthodox Church
Greektown on the Dansford, Toronto
It was coming up on the anniversary of their getting together, or atleast the anniversary of Atara and James acknowledging themselves officially as an item. While she couldn't speak for him, though her intuition said he would agree, it had always been in her heart they were meant for each other. It was an idea she had been very verbal about over the years and now that they were together, especially now that they were married, it had helped to affirm and strengthen Atara's faith in her religion and in God. While not something she wore outwardly in public as much as she did in other aspects of her life, she was a practicing Greek Orthodox Christian and it was because of this faith that now James was as well. The specifics of the church had required his conversion and the love they shared had made his acquiesce to the demand completely painless. This idea of it being divine providence, his conversion, and their marriage, Atara owed every bit of it to the church and to God.
It had been a journey of twelve years, a number divisible by three, and a path that split them apart by the distances of whole oceans. It had barricaded them from one another behind previous relationships, and had blocked the road with the hurdles of language and culture. Bridges had been burned and wars had been waged with them on opposing sides but somehow and someway the two had always seemed to meet at a crossroads in one way or another. The world had been flooded with obstacles but God had seen fit to place them on that Ark together and now they were the Raven and the Dove. They were 2 that had become 1.
Three.
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Atara, as elated as she was about the coming anniversary, was well aware of that old adage what God giveth, God taketh and so before she would celebrate with James proper it was in her mind and heart that she should first give thanks. So the Grecian found herself alone beneath the arches of the Church of St. Irene Chrysovalantou, the saint of her namesake Eirene, in her and James' home of Greektown. Surrounded by the smell of incense and illuminated by the faint flow of an army of candles, her shroud covered head was bowed in reverent prostration before an icon of St. Argyre, the patron of marriages.
The honeyed rasp usually reserved for pouring into the ears and beguiling the masses weekend and week out poured from her now but with none of the sultry and inviting allure she used for her character. It was soft, meek, and lacked all of the hubris she showed on camera and was replaced with equal amounts of sincerity.
"Άγιε Μάρτυς Αγυρέ, εσύ που με αγνότητα διαφύλαξες τον γάμο σου και με πίστη αφοσιώθηκες στον Χριστό, προσευχήσου για εμάς που επιθυμούμε έντιμους γάμους, ενώνοντάς μας με τον Χριστό με αγάπη και ταπείνωση. Μεσιτεύστε για εμάς καθώς επιζητούμε το θέλημα του Θεού στη ζωή μας, βοηθήστε μας καθώς παλεύουμε ενάντια σε όλους τους σωματικούς πειρασμούς ώστε να τιμήσουμε την ιερή κατάσταση του γάμου και προσευχηθείτε για εμάς ώστε σε όλα να είμαστε ενωμένοι με τον Χριστό τον Θεό μας μαζί με Ο Αιώνιος Πατέρας Του και το Πανάγιο και Ζωοποιό Πνεύμα Του, τώρα και πάντα και στους αιώνες των αιώνων. Αμήν," she prayed and finished with the sign of the cross.
No sooner had she finished she spoke and prayed again. Then again. Three times.
It loses none of that symbolic meaning and in our business is still a mark of finality. A victor's hand isn't raised until the third slap of the referee's hand. Much like a priest, our referee's act as God's messenger and deliver his message, they hand out and determine Our Lord's will. Whatever his message, whatever design, it comes in the number three. The match is done, the outcome decided, and to the victor the spoils. It can't be refuted.
It will be the third time Bam Miller has faced a Raven. It will be the third time Zara Ivory has been in the ring with Atty.
Twice before it was God's will that Bam and Zara be placed on their backs. That they receive the final blow and be smitten by their enemies. The three count, the loss, was hung on their heads and now for the third time they stand in the ring with Atty.
Three opponents. A Triple Threat Match. A trinity of a higher powers design is forced to meet on the date of the Thirteenth, of all dates, to do battle until that striped messenger's hand hits the mat for a third time. Gods will be handed out for the final time and the only conclusion, the only expectation that can even be thought conceivable, is that the crown of defeat will once again hang on the heads of Zara Ivory and Bam Miller.
It can not be denied, it can not be refuted, it can not be stopped.
It's divine providence, it's destiny, it's the work of the fates who as well work as three. The Moirai, those feared and revered sister's of Greece, the homeland of who else but Atara Raven, a sister herself. Lachesis, Atropos, Clotho, who's will dominated the life of even gods, who weaved life's thread and whose symbol, one of many, was what else but….
… a Dove. That sacred animal of Aphrodite. The patron goddess of prostitutes whose incarnation will stand in a ring in the city famed for sex work. A Dove, a messenger from the heavens most known for its voyage from that famed ark that saved and rebirthed the world. A bird sent out in a period of 21 days, a number divisible by three, as well as a bird who was united in that effort by another avian altogether.
A Raven.
Divine Providence WGWF. A brick headed idiot will crumble like the Walls of Jericho and from the rubble will be the stones used to pelt a struggling, wrought with demons, green haired neophyte. It's god's will, it's prophecy, and who better to interpret an oracle than the mother of prophecy herself, the Titaness….
Themis.
– –
St. Irene Chrisovalantou Greek Orthodox Church
Greektown on the Dansford, Toronto
It was coming up on the anniversary of their getting together, or atleast the anniversary of Atara and James acknowledging themselves officially as an item. While she couldn't speak for him, though her intuition said he would agree, it had always been in her heart they were meant for each other. It was an idea she had been very verbal about over the years and now that they were together, especially now that they were married, it had helped to affirm and strengthen Atara's faith in her religion and in God. While not something she wore outwardly in public as much as she did in other aspects of her life, she was a practicing Greek Orthodox Christian and it was because of this faith that now James was as well. The specifics of the church had required his conversion and the love they shared had made his acquiesce to the demand completely painless. This idea of it being divine providence, his conversion, and their marriage, Atara owed every bit of it to the church and to God.
It had been a journey of twelve years, a number divisible by three, and a path that split them apart by the distances of whole oceans. It had barricaded them from one another behind previous relationships, and had blocked the road with the hurdles of language and culture. Bridges had been burned and wars had been waged with them on opposing sides but somehow and someway the two had always seemed to meet at a crossroads in one way or another. The world had been flooded with obstacles but God had seen fit to place them on that Ark together and now they were the Raven and the Dove. They were 2 that had become 1.
Three.
![](https://i.imgur.com/fWegAF3.png)
Atara, as elated as she was about the coming anniversary, was well aware of that old adage what God giveth, God taketh and so before she would celebrate with James proper it was in her mind and heart that she should first give thanks. So the Grecian found herself alone beneath the arches of the Church of St. Irene Chrysovalantou, the saint of her namesake Eirene, in her and James' home of Greektown. Surrounded by the smell of incense and illuminated by the faint flow of an army of candles, her shroud covered head was bowed in reverent prostration before an icon of St. Argyre, the patron of marriages.
The honeyed rasp usually reserved for pouring into the ears and beguiling the masses weekend and week out poured from her now but with none of the sultry and inviting allure she used for her character. It was soft, meek, and lacked all of the hubris she showed on camera and was replaced with equal amounts of sincerity.
"Άγιε Μάρτυς Αγυρέ, εσύ που με αγνότητα διαφύλαξες τον γάμο σου και με πίστη αφοσιώθηκες στον Χριστό, προσευχήσου για εμάς που επιθυμούμε έντιμους γάμους, ενώνοντάς μας με τον Χριστό με αγάπη και ταπείνωση. Μεσιτεύστε για εμάς καθώς επιζητούμε το θέλημα του Θεού στη ζωή μας, βοηθήστε μας καθώς παλεύουμε ενάντια σε όλους τους σωματικούς πειρασμούς ώστε να τιμήσουμε την ιερή κατάσταση του γάμου και προσευχηθείτε για εμάς ώστε σε όλα να είμαστε ενωμένοι με τον Χριστό τον Θεό μας μαζί με Ο Αιώνιος Πατέρας Του και το Πανάγιο και Ζωοποιό Πνεύμα Του, τώρα και πάντα και στους αιώνες των αιώνων. Αμήν," she prayed and finished with the sign of the cross.
No sooner had she finished she spoke and prayed again. Then again. Three times.