Post by Abigail on May 25, 2021 23:21:34 GMT
Abigail’s heart stopped dead as she watched Eternity kiss Tara Fenix. Her breath caught up in the back of her throat, and she felt the prickly heat of jealousy threaten to undo her composure. A wave of white rage clenched her jaw squeezing it shut as she clicked the television in her hotel room off, reducing the outrageous and very public flirting between the three time Iron Maiden and the woman who had ended Abigail’s World Championship reign to an inconsequential blip. If only she could reduce Eternity to an inconsequential blip in her heart as easily.
Earlier in the evening she’d had the opportunity to travel to the arena for the show live, but she’d opted not to. As it turned out, that was probably for the best. She wasn’t sure if she would have been able to contain herself if she had been there in person tonight. She’d likely have flown completely off the handle and confronted Tara, blamed Eternity. Said and done things to both women without thinking, and in doing so made things so much worse.
The tendency to overreact was stitched into the fibre of every hot-blooded and perpetually doomed to unhappiness Kane after all. Abigail was better than that. She deserved so much more than that out of life, didn’t she?
Kicking up a storm would do little but amuse Tara about how insecure she was being, upset Eternity and ruin their bond forever and worst of all she’d have to endure being dragged in the court of public opinion over being so stupid as to letting her heart run away with her head.
No, she wasn’t a damned Kane, she was a blessed Spencer and they were much more level headed, much more grown up, maturer than the Kanes. Eternity deserved at least one opportunity to explain what the hell was going on, what the hell she was thinking, locking lips with that...seductress.
Tara Fenix was everything Abigail had never been. Attractive, self assured and manipulative. Qualities that over time, had ensnared her the hearts and minds of some of the most influential men and probably more than a few women too, so of course she’d set her sights on Eternity, the most influential woman in the entire history of the company. It was natural, almost instinctual to somebody like Tara fucking Fenix.
A kiss wasn’t a declaration of genuine feeling, it was a weapon of war. Another tool in Tara’s arsenal. Anything to get an edge, anything to get what she wanted in the end. She’d seen the same thing happen with Warren Kane and Dean Harper, and now Eternity was being pulled into her circle of influence, because of course she was. Using her feminine wiles was Tara’s real talent, and something Abigail would always be outmatched in because she could never degrade herself or stoop so low as to play with anybody’s feelings for an edge or her personal gain.
Abigail held herself to a greater moral standard, tried to take the high road in most situations, turn the other cheek just as she had been taught by Ma and Pa…
A deep breath, she counted slowly to one hundred, just as Dr Blackbourne had advised as a simple technique to allow herself time to consider her situation carefully. Weigh up the consequences and evaluate the potential fallout of any decision she made rather than act on rash and misguided impulse.
One hundred seconds separated a reckless reaction from a reasoned response. She closed her eyes and turned herself inward to confront her anxieties directly. Anxieties that spoke to her with the voice of the damned dead.
“I hate you” she whispered, keeping a running tally in her head.
“Don’t blame me, you’re the one too scared to tell Eternity how you really feel about her,” Spike answered.
“Maybe, but this is your fault. She idolises you, and respects all that macho mind game bullshit you made a career outta, gettin’ in the head of your opponent. Never allowin’ ‘em to outplay you psychologically. All the bullshit you tried to teach anybody who would listen, includin’ me. So of course, she’d try ta emulate it goin’ inta one of the biggest matches of her career. God, I really hate this business, sometimes. The lengths people will go to try an’ destroy their opponents.”
“Is that what you genuinely believe is going on? Or are you just turning a blind eye to other possibilities?”
“What other possibilities? There ain’t none. Tara’s a manipulative bitch, that’s all this is. I refuse to believe this is anythin’ more than a game, I just ain’t sure who is playing who.”
“Maybe they’re both playing you,” Spike said. “It’s what I’d do.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Spike laughed.
“You know you’re not going to get an answer until you ask Eternity directly, right?”
“I know, but I can’t. Not right now. Not when she has two matches to prepare for. After Night of the Immortals. I can wait. She’s worth waitin’ for. I don’t want to distract her with my bullshit or have her thinkin’ that I don’t trust her.”
“Do you?”
“With my life, it’s Tara I don’t trust.”
“It takes two to cheat,” Spike smiled.
“I suppose you would know. She ain’t cheatin’ on me, we’re not even together. I have no right ta feel cheated.”
“And yet you do. Have you considered what might happen if it’s too late after Night of the Immortals, or if she gives you an answer you don’t like?”
A deep slow breath. In and out. Abigail pushed back the urge to cry.
Had she been mistaken? Had she misread Eternity in all the time they’d been spending together lately? It was possible, unimaginable and too heartbreaking to even consider right now.
“She won’t, but if I’ve been wrong this whole time about what I feel, it won’t be the first time.”
“Or the last.”
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I’ll handle it. I’ve made it this far on my own. I don’t need somebody ta share my life with, it’d just be nice if it happened, y’know.”
“You’ll always have me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, that’s what scares the hell out of me most about all of this shit.”
Earlier in the evening she’d had the opportunity to travel to the arena for the show live, but she’d opted not to. As it turned out, that was probably for the best. She wasn’t sure if she would have been able to contain herself if she had been there in person tonight. She’d likely have flown completely off the handle and confronted Tara, blamed Eternity. Said and done things to both women without thinking, and in doing so made things so much worse.
The tendency to overreact was stitched into the fibre of every hot-blooded and perpetually doomed to unhappiness Kane after all. Abigail was better than that. She deserved so much more than that out of life, didn’t she?
Kicking up a storm would do little but amuse Tara about how insecure she was being, upset Eternity and ruin their bond forever and worst of all she’d have to endure being dragged in the court of public opinion over being so stupid as to letting her heart run away with her head.
No, she wasn’t a damned Kane, she was a blessed Spencer and they were much more level headed, much more grown up, maturer than the Kanes. Eternity deserved at least one opportunity to explain what the hell was going on, what the hell she was thinking, locking lips with that...seductress.
Tara Fenix was everything Abigail had never been. Attractive, self assured and manipulative. Qualities that over time, had ensnared her the hearts and minds of some of the most influential men and probably more than a few women too, so of course she’d set her sights on Eternity, the most influential woman in the entire history of the company. It was natural, almost instinctual to somebody like Tara fucking Fenix.
A kiss wasn’t a declaration of genuine feeling, it was a weapon of war. Another tool in Tara’s arsenal. Anything to get an edge, anything to get what she wanted in the end. She’d seen the same thing happen with Warren Kane and Dean Harper, and now Eternity was being pulled into her circle of influence, because of course she was. Using her feminine wiles was Tara’s real talent, and something Abigail would always be outmatched in because she could never degrade herself or stoop so low as to play with anybody’s feelings for an edge or her personal gain.
Abigail held herself to a greater moral standard, tried to take the high road in most situations, turn the other cheek just as she had been taught by Ma and Pa…
A deep breath, she counted slowly to one hundred, just as Dr Blackbourne had advised as a simple technique to allow herself time to consider her situation carefully. Weigh up the consequences and evaluate the potential fallout of any decision she made rather than act on rash and misguided impulse.
One hundred seconds separated a reckless reaction from a reasoned response. She closed her eyes and turned herself inward to confront her anxieties directly. Anxieties that spoke to her with the voice of the damned dead.
“I hate you” she whispered, keeping a running tally in her head.
“Don’t blame me, you’re the one too scared to tell Eternity how you really feel about her,” Spike answered.
“Maybe, but this is your fault. She idolises you, and respects all that macho mind game bullshit you made a career outta, gettin’ in the head of your opponent. Never allowin’ ‘em to outplay you psychologically. All the bullshit you tried to teach anybody who would listen, includin’ me. So of course, she’d try ta emulate it goin’ inta one of the biggest matches of her career. God, I really hate this business, sometimes. The lengths people will go to try an’ destroy their opponents.”
“Is that what you genuinely believe is going on? Or are you just turning a blind eye to other possibilities?”
“What other possibilities? There ain’t none. Tara’s a manipulative bitch, that’s all this is. I refuse to believe this is anythin’ more than a game, I just ain’t sure who is playing who.”
“Maybe they’re both playing you,” Spike said. “It’s what I’d do.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Spike laughed.
“You know you’re not going to get an answer until you ask Eternity directly, right?”
“I know, but I can’t. Not right now. Not when she has two matches to prepare for. After Night of the Immortals. I can wait. She’s worth waitin’ for. I don’t want to distract her with my bullshit or have her thinkin’ that I don’t trust her.”
“Do you?”
“With my life, it’s Tara I don’t trust.”
“It takes two to cheat,” Spike smiled.
“I suppose you would know. She ain’t cheatin’ on me, we’re not even together. I have no right ta feel cheated.”
“And yet you do. Have you considered what might happen if it’s too late after Night of the Immortals, or if she gives you an answer you don’t like?”
A deep slow breath. In and out. Abigail pushed back the urge to cry.
Had she been mistaken? Had she misread Eternity in all the time they’d been spending together lately? It was possible, unimaginable and too heartbreaking to even consider right now.
“She won’t, but if I’ve been wrong this whole time about what I feel, it won’t be the first time.”
“Or the last.”
“I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I’ll handle it. I’ve made it this far on my own. I don’t need somebody ta share my life with, it’d just be nice if it happened, y’know.”
“You’ll always have me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know, that’s what scares the hell out of me most about all of this shit.”
Well howdy there pardner.