Post by Eternity on Feb 10, 2024 22:26:28 GMT
I dwelt on The Murder I had been responsible for a moment too long. I couldn’t trust anyone or anything anymore. Not myself and not even my long black leather coat. Nothing could keep the uniquely intimate chill of my last bloody mistake from rattling already world weary bones. My head understood that it was over five years ago, but my heart still insisted it happened only yesterday…
Rowan waits for “Freya” to get to her knees before she hits her with a BALOR’S GAZE, there is an odd POP when “Freya” hits the mat.
“Freya” rolls on the mat. Rowan walks slightly away before hitting “Freya” with a MARK OF MACHA.
The ref looks around, checking on “Freya”….
The relentless march of ten wailing bells mourned for me.
I had murdered my Archangel through fear, evasion and inaction.
September 17th, 2018.
A date that marked my gravest mistake in recent memory.
A panicked, but familiar voice called for me from the other side that night.
“She needs you,” Dawn Halliwell had insisted.
Three days later, I was dragged back to this life and forced to live with my failure.
A hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah…
A lifetime spent in a cold, dull white and excessively sterile hospital waiting area.
She found herself in these places often. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes and the feel. It wrapped around her with all the comfortable familiarity of being home, almost. The nurses walked briskly. The older patients tottered slowly, often guided by younger, prettier things. Juniors, eager to get on with a life dedicated to trying to stave off the inevitable, anchored to the decaying bones and odious flesh of those who were in no hurry.
The Spencer Family were gathered in mourning. Four brothers ostracised by their stubborn little sister’s choices. She considered offering words of condolence but none came, and why would they?
She was responsible for this.
She had encouraged this madness…
“You can see her now."
She almost jumped out of her seat as the Dawn Halliwell appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"Didn't mean to scare you."
"Sorry. It's my fault. I was miles away," she sighed. A polite tip of her hat as she stood. A deep, heavy breath carried her forward as she left the waiting area, finally…
In her darkest hour, his voice crackles through like the static of an old hospital radio. His was a soft, warm and most familiar voice. A grieving Father as he spoke unto her about that most precious of uniquely human virtues: Forgiveness.
"And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the Evil One. For if you forgive men their trespasses, your Heavenly Father will also forgive you," He prayed over his only daughter’s lifeless body.
In their darkest hour, his words brought her as close to comfort and peace as she'd ever known in this life.
A tortured guardian Angel, she sat at her bedside. No longer a girl, now a woman.
Actions had consequences, and as an adult, this was her grim responsibility to reconcile…
A touch of her hand brought me back from the brink. Feeling Abby’s warm squeeze anchored me in the present. Transported me from a long day in a hospital in Utah in mid September 2018 to a late evening Asbury Woods in Erie in early February 2024.
Guided only by the flickering lights of luminaries, we strolled as one. We charted our own path through the trees, part of me hoping we’d get lost in this moment together.
We had yet to classify any of our time together as an official date, but this seemed crazy not to.
Abby was so pretty. Definitely much prettier than I deserved. God had not only forgiven me my transgressions but rewarded me with my very own Angel on Earth. It was always special when I saw her in a dress, even a simple, black one. Forest green eyeshadow, matching lips and beautifully trimmed nails.
I felt a flush of warmth, an impulse to stop our wandering.
“Somethin’ wrong?” She asked me softly, even her voice was honey.
I shook my head and pulled her closer. Felt her breathless for a moment before she giggled in my embrace, a small squeal of delight as I squeezed her butt, playfully.
It had been a long time since I had felt like this. I pushed beyond the anxiety that she would reject my advances and leaned in for a kiss. I dug deep and unearthed parts of myself I thought dead, for her. Only for her. She was that special.
She held my gaze, her eyes narrowed as she swooned for me.
I was still getting used to our new liberation. Her lips brushed against mine without a word of explanation or apprehension. She understood me. My needs. She was unafraid of our whirlwind. Surrendered herself to it willingly.
She cupped my cheek and deepened our kiss. I tasted the sweetness of life on her tongue and I smelt the freshness of spring flowers upon her. We were utterly enraptured by the romance of the moment.
I swept her off her feet and twirled her in a circle, whilst we kissed. Seven sweet seconds later, I returned her to the earth, and she pulled me helplessly down with her. We rolled among the fallen, dead leaves, away from the lights of the trail in barely a moment.
“Best twenty dollars we’ve ever split,” She said. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up from under me.
“Who knew a ticket to Paradise was so affordable?” I giggled. I hadn’t giggled like this in years. It hurt…but in a good way, for once.
“I could get used ta this side of ya, Sephie.”
“It doesn’t scare you?”
“Why would your happiness scare me, beloved?”
“It scares me, I keep thinking it isn’t real and when I wake up, you’ll be gone again.”
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere, I promise,” Abby insisted. “Not without ya.”
“Sorry, I’m still getting used to all this. Touching you, kissing you, I’m out of practice.”
“It’s okay. I’m outta practice with the whole datin’ thing too. Never thought I’d want ta again, honestly. But ya changed all that. That’s how special ya are ta me, Sephie. Please never forget that.”
“I’ll try,” I vowed.
Abby kissed me again. On instinct my hand wandered until it was lost somewhere under her dress in the heat of passion. Abby did not object or recoil, and such acceptance only swelled my heart. It filled until silent tears streamed down my face, smearing my eyeshadow.
Abby broke the kiss, looked upon me with delicate concern.
“Somethin’ wrong?”
I nodded softly. “I never thought I’d be loved again. It hurts. I’m sorry.”
“Neither did I, beloved,” Abby said. “But we deserve love too, don’t we?”
“It’s been forever since I’ve felt real love,” I admitted. “Ours is real, ain’t it?”
“Honey, it’s the realest, trust me,” Abby wiped my tears gently away with a thumb. “I can show you, if ya want.”
“Right here? It wouldn’t be too crazy for you?”
“Maybe a little,” Abby said, “But I think it's romantic. Certainly the most romantic early Valentine’s date I’ve ever had.”
“So we should make it memorable?”
“I’m down if ya are.”
I rolled over until Abby buried me underneath her, and we locked lips again. Eager hands, fumbling over the zipper at the back of her dress. Abby pulled back as she snaked her shoulders slowly out of the black velvet and she allowed the dress to fall like a beautiful curtain for the first time.
Our first time together.
Our first Valentines together, both official and unofficial.
Spent under the stars. Heaven upon Earth.
I had always loved Angels, but this was the first time that one loved me back.
Time stopped and an eternity unraveled before us both, lost not only in these woods, but in time. No longer alone, but together. We connected among the flickering luminaries, two hearts reaching synchronicity and equilibrium.
With every soft touch, every passionate kiss, Abby slowly shook me back to life and for the moment , unshackled me from the familiar feelings of grief and guilt. Instead, she reacquainted me with feelings of love and acceptance.
I became light headed in the ecstasy of it all, felt myself float. Almost disconnected rom the weight of my weary bones. Twitching as I felt her start to explore my intimacy with soft, loving fingers. My breath hitched and became shallow.
I wasn’t dead, and for once I was glad I wasn’t.
In fact I’d never felt more alive.
And I ascended to a blissfully painless existence, with a soft utterance of her name.
By the natural firelight of a dying campfire, I knelt. We had arrived later than planned to the picnic area at the end of the luminary trail. Abby brushed dead leaves out of her hair, fixed her dress. She then knelt behind me and nuzzled my neck. A small moan escaped as she brushed twigs out of my hair. I gathered them and added them as extra fuel to relight the embers.
When the fire blazed again, Abby put her arms around my neck from behind.
As one, our thoughts turn towards our grand purpose, our entire reason for returning.
Solving The Murder and absolving ourselves.
I burst into spontaneous laughter and rather than be disturbed by it, she embraces it, embraces me. Riding the wave of madness that seized my heart, Abby anchored me. Her eyes were made ever more beautiful by the dancing firelight. As if her soul was aflame.
Just like mine.
“Well, that was fun!” Abby declared.
“It was,” I concurred softly, “I’ve never had a promo partner before. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, beloved. I told you we’d be able ta do this together now. You never have to do this on your own. I will always be here for you, E. You are not alone. It ain’t gonna matter if it’s Brooklyn, Viv, April, Mai or the whole damned lot of them, I’ll never leave ya. I love you.”
“I love you too, Abby. To Death and beyond,” I vowed.
“Ta Death and beyond, huh? I love the sounda that.”
I pulled her into another soft, deep kiss.
Valentine’s was still a few days away, but it didn’t matter. My love for my sweet Abby was not held hostage by somebody else’s time anymore. She was my destiny and our feelings were timeless.
I would love her until the fire dwindled to ash, and ash became dust.
We returned to the earth once more, committed.
Rowan drags “Freya” by the hair and gets a Neck Snap across the top rope drops. Rowan drags her back to her feet and drops her on the rope again. The ref starts counting but Rowan manages to get a knee drop to the leg across the top rope before moving back.
Rowan waits for “Freya” to get to her knees before she hits her with a BALOR’S GAZE, there is an odd POP when “Freya” hits the mat.
“Freya” rolls on the mat. Rowan walks slightly away before hitting “Freya” with a MARK OF MACHA.
The ref looks around, checking on “Freya”….
The relentless march of ten wailing bells mourned for me.
I had murdered my Archangel through fear, evasion and inaction.
September 17th, 2018.
A date that marked my gravest mistake in recent memory.
A panicked, but familiar voice called for me from the other side that night.
“She needs you,” Dawn Halliwell had insisted.
Three days later, I was dragged back to this life and forced to live with my failure.
A hospital in Salt Lake City, Utah…
A lifetime spent in a cold, dull white and excessively sterile hospital waiting area.
She found herself in these places often. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the tastes and the feel. It wrapped around her with all the comfortable familiarity of being home, almost. The nurses walked briskly. The older patients tottered slowly, often guided by younger, prettier things. Juniors, eager to get on with a life dedicated to trying to stave off the inevitable, anchored to the decaying bones and odious flesh of those who were in no hurry.
The Spencer Family were gathered in mourning. Four brothers ostracised by their stubborn little sister’s choices. She considered offering words of condolence but none came, and why would they?
She was responsible for this.
She had encouraged this madness…
“You can see her now."
She almost jumped out of her seat as the Dawn Halliwell appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"Didn't mean to scare you."
"Sorry. It's my fault. I was miles away," she sighed. A polite tip of her hat as she stood. A deep, heavy breath carried her forward as she left the waiting area, finally…
In her darkest hour, his voice crackles through like the static of an old hospital radio. His was a soft, warm and most familiar voice. A grieving Father as he spoke unto her about that most precious of uniquely human virtues: Forgiveness.
"And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the Evil One. For if you forgive men their trespasses, your Heavenly Father will also forgive you," He prayed over his only daughter’s lifeless body.
In their darkest hour, his words brought her as close to comfort and peace as she'd ever known in this life.
A tortured guardian Angel, she sat at her bedside. No longer a girl, now a woman.
Actions had consequences, and as an adult, this was her grim responsibility to reconcile…
A touch of her hand brought me back from the brink. Feeling Abby’s warm squeeze anchored me in the present. Transported me from a long day in a hospital in Utah in mid September 2018 to a late evening Asbury Woods in Erie in early February 2024.
Guided only by the flickering lights of luminaries, we strolled as one. We charted our own path through the trees, part of me hoping we’d get lost in this moment together.
We had yet to classify any of our time together as an official date, but this seemed crazy not to.
Abby was so pretty. Definitely much prettier than I deserved. God had not only forgiven me my transgressions but rewarded me with my very own Angel on Earth. It was always special when I saw her in a dress, even a simple, black one. Forest green eyeshadow, matching lips and beautifully trimmed nails.
I felt a flush of warmth, an impulse to stop our wandering.
“Somethin’ wrong?” She asked me softly, even her voice was honey.
I shook my head and pulled her closer. Felt her breathless for a moment before she giggled in my embrace, a small squeal of delight as I squeezed her butt, playfully.
It had been a long time since I had felt like this. I pushed beyond the anxiety that she would reject my advances and leaned in for a kiss. I dug deep and unearthed parts of myself I thought dead, for her. Only for her. She was that special.
She held my gaze, her eyes narrowed as she swooned for me.
I was still getting used to our new liberation. Her lips brushed against mine without a word of explanation or apprehension. She understood me. My needs. She was unafraid of our whirlwind. Surrendered herself to it willingly.
She cupped my cheek and deepened our kiss. I tasted the sweetness of life on her tongue and I smelt the freshness of spring flowers upon her. We were utterly enraptured by the romance of the moment.
I swept her off her feet and twirled her in a circle, whilst we kissed. Seven sweet seconds later, I returned her to the earth, and she pulled me helplessly down with her. We rolled among the fallen, dead leaves, away from the lights of the trail in barely a moment.
“Best twenty dollars we’ve ever split,” She said. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up from under me.
“Who knew a ticket to Paradise was so affordable?” I giggled. I hadn’t giggled like this in years. It hurt…but in a good way, for once.
“I could get used ta this side of ya, Sephie.”
“It doesn’t scare you?”
“Why would your happiness scare me, beloved?”
“It scares me, I keep thinking it isn’t real and when I wake up, you’ll be gone again.”
“I ain’t goin’ anywhere, I promise,” Abby insisted. “Not without ya.”
“Sorry, I’m still getting used to all this. Touching you, kissing you, I’m out of practice.”
“It’s okay. I’m outta practice with the whole datin’ thing too. Never thought I’d want ta again, honestly. But ya changed all that. That’s how special ya are ta me, Sephie. Please never forget that.”
“I’ll try,” I vowed.
Abby kissed me again. On instinct my hand wandered until it was lost somewhere under her dress in the heat of passion. Abby did not object or recoil, and such acceptance only swelled my heart. It filled until silent tears streamed down my face, smearing my eyeshadow.
Abby broke the kiss, looked upon me with delicate concern.
“Somethin’ wrong?”
I nodded softly. “I never thought I’d be loved again. It hurts. I’m sorry.”
“Neither did I, beloved,” Abby said. “But we deserve love too, don’t we?”
“It’s been forever since I’ve felt real love,” I admitted. “Ours is real, ain’t it?”
“Honey, it’s the realest, trust me,” Abby wiped my tears gently away with a thumb. “I can show you, if ya want.”
“Right here? It wouldn’t be too crazy for you?”
“Maybe a little,” Abby said, “But I think it's romantic. Certainly the most romantic early Valentine’s date I’ve ever had.”
“So we should make it memorable?”
“I’m down if ya are.”
I rolled over until Abby buried me underneath her, and we locked lips again. Eager hands, fumbling over the zipper at the back of her dress. Abby pulled back as she snaked her shoulders slowly out of the black velvet and she allowed the dress to fall like a beautiful curtain for the first time.
Our first time together.
Our first Valentines together, both official and unofficial.
Spent under the stars. Heaven upon Earth.
I had always loved Angels, but this was the first time that one loved me back.
Time stopped and an eternity unraveled before us both, lost not only in these woods, but in time. No longer alone, but together. We connected among the flickering luminaries, two hearts reaching synchronicity and equilibrium.
With every soft touch, every passionate kiss, Abby slowly shook me back to life and for the moment , unshackled me from the familiar feelings of grief and guilt. Instead, she reacquainted me with feelings of love and acceptance.
I became light headed in the ecstasy of it all, felt myself float. Almost disconnected rom the weight of my weary bones. Twitching as I felt her start to explore my intimacy with soft, loving fingers. My breath hitched and became shallow.
I wasn’t dead, and for once I was glad I wasn’t.
In fact I’d never felt more alive.
And I ascended to a blissfully painless existence, with a soft utterance of her name.
💀🦋💀🦋
“Return again to the place of judgment: for they have borne false witness against her.” - Susanna I. 49.
💀🦋💀🦋
By the natural firelight of a dying campfire, I knelt. We had arrived later than planned to the picnic area at the end of the luminary trail. Abby brushed dead leaves out of her hair, fixed her dress. She then knelt behind me and nuzzled my neck. A small moan escaped as she brushed twigs out of my hair. I gathered them and added them as extra fuel to relight the embers.
When the fire blazed again, Abby put her arms around my neck from behind.
As one, our thoughts turn towards our grand purpose, our entire reason for returning.
Solving The Murder and absolving ourselves.
One for sorrow
Two for mirth
Three for a funeral
Four for birth
Five for Heaven
Six for Hell
And seven for the Devil, Her own self.
That you now reap what you sow, do not blame us.
We ain’t responsible for what happened to Rowan MacDonnough.
Two do not make a legion, but we refuse to shed any tears for what happened to her. She got what she deserved, and it was long overdue. Too many were tortured, many more fell in line. Accepted her as some revered Holy Mother when she is nothing of the sort.
I took her side once to protect my Archangel, nothing more.
It was a mistake. I thought I didn’t have a choice after that bloody September. The bells of that night still haunt me. I helped Abby twist herself into Freya for half a decade and the Devil beat her for it. I will never forgive myself for the Hell I wrought.
It ain’t your fault, beloved. I wanted ta bury myself.
I wanted ta become somebody else.
I wanted ta escape my past, and Rowan reminded me I couldn’t.
I couldn’t just wear somebody else’s name. I realise that now. Later than I should have, I grant ya.
But what matters is you got there in the end.
Indeed, I did. With your help not your hindrance, beloved.
Now, it comes to this match. A fresh match against a familiar face that we’ve never faced. Widely considered the second best Women’s World Champion in history. Brooklyn Madrox. A woman whose professional peaks have only been reached in our absence.
My sweet Archangel and I know who we are as individuals.
We’ve each proven our worth to this company, independently.
Can ya say the same Brooklyn?
We don’t think so.
We don’t think so.
Who is The Little Bad Wolf without her Bigger, Badder shadow? We wonder. Time will tell as it always does and the hour draws near. Pull yourself from the steel jaws of the hellish beast, dust yourself off, accept the pain if not the humility of your great loss and prepare for one even greater at Sacrifice.
Embrace your liberty, Brooklyn.
You have been set free.
Free like our most precious flower, Vivienne Rodgers.
Vivienne Rodgers. It’s been a while, ain’t it, girl?
I thought we were friends, but the more I’ve heard you speak recently, the more I’ve doubted that. I know you’ve wanted to be taken more seriously. Ya been sayin’ it since the days you started trainin’ with my family a while back, but somewhere down the line, I guess my brothers and I became persona non grata ta ya. Coincidentally around the time I became friends with E.
Ya tried ta warn me. Ya told me it was a bad idea.
Ya told me I’d only be hurt and manipulated in the end, but ya were wrong.
Dead wrong.
I have never hurt Abby, never, not once.
I know ya can’t say the same about Rowan, Viv. So I have to wonder exactly what kind of anxiety drove ya ta completely abandon both your senses and your principles. I’m sorry for what happened to ya, I really am. Truth is, knowin’ that ya actually went through what I only pretended ta for the sake of a dyin’ man’s wishes still turns my stomach somethin’ fierce.
I’m glad ta have escaped the shadows that threaten ta consume ya, Viv.
And we will not allow The Murder to beat us back into them.
Too many times we have fallen back. Been intimidated by the power and the presence of Rowan MacDonnough and her insidious influence. The line has to be drawn here.
THIS FAR AND NO FURTHER!
AND I WILL MAKE THEM PAY FOR WHAT THEY HAVE DONE!
Somewhere Fiona McFly just got chills down her spine, beloved.
Abby kissed me on the cheek.
Can she still feel anything with the infusion of nanobots or whatever?
I don’t know. We can ask if she ever comes back.
I don’t think she will. She seems happy presiding over her small pond in Retro.
Ya might be right, regardless we have bigger fish to fry this week at Sacrifice.
Two former Women’s World Champions…just like us!
I nodded, solemnly.
One of whom has definitely not forgiven me or forgotten how I made her tap out in the first female main event of Night of the Immortals I’m sure, and by some curious quirk of fate, here we are on that road again, all these years later.
The more things change, the more they stay the same, I guess.
A win over the two time ex-Women’s World Champion this week should put us in pretty good stead for our case to be in the Iron Maiden at High Stakes, shouldn’t it, Angel?
One lives in hope, for sure, beloved.
I mean he has given us a pretty sweet Valentine’s gift this year, so chances are good.
We said we wouldn’t back down from The Murder when we came back months ago at Legacy, and now at Sacrifice we get to live up ta those words. Keep those promises and show our utter conviction.
We are innocent.
We are unafraid.
We are the light against the dark.
And we are Home.
We are Bella Morte.
Ride or die, Bitches!
I burst into spontaneous laughter and rather than be disturbed by it, she embraces it, embraces me. Riding the wave of madness that seized my heart, Abby anchored me. Her eyes were made ever more beautiful by the dancing firelight. As if her soul was aflame.
Just like mine.
“Well, that was fun!” Abby declared.
“It was,” I concurred softly, “I’ve never had a promo partner before. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure, beloved. I told you we’d be able ta do this together now. You never have to do this on your own. I will always be here for you, E. You are not alone. It ain’t gonna matter if it’s Brooklyn, Viv, April, Mai or the whole damned lot of them, I’ll never leave ya. I love you.”
“I love you too, Abby. To Death and beyond,” I vowed.
“Ta Death and beyond, huh? I love the sounda that.”
I pulled her into another soft, deep kiss.
Valentine’s was still a few days away, but it didn’t matter. My love for my sweet Abby was not held hostage by somebody else’s time anymore. She was my destiny and our feelings were timeless.
I would love her until the fire dwindled to ash, and ash became dust.
We returned to the earth once more, committed.
Well howdy there pardner.