Post by Abigail on Aug 16, 2024 23:09:21 GMT
In more ways than Abigail Spencer would ever like to publicly admit, something about facing the Winstons always unsettled her. At first she thought it was simply the idea that they were family through marriage, and Abby never enjoyed unnecessarily antagonising family. As a Christian lesbian still living in Southern Texas, she routinely drew more than her fair share of hatred just for daring to exist, she really didn’t need more shit from family, she thought.
The longer she sat and thought about it though, Abby realised that that was not the root of her discomfort entirely. The real problem was how much confronting the Winstons felt like confronting her own reflection, and having to directly deal with some of the more untidy parts of her life.
It was scary how much Dixie Winston in particular reminded Abby of herself, even after only a few private conversations. She too was driven, stubborn and carried herself as somebody with a point to prove, and this week Dixie would have one hell of a chance to put herself on management’s radar at Abby’s expense.
The fans and most of their colleagues saw this match on paper and already wrote it off as a foregone conclusion. There was absolutely no way that two decorated long reigning former World Champions were going to lose to a couple of Coliseum regulars, right?
Once upon a time, not too long ago, Abby would have absolutely believed that, absolutely believed she could cakewalk her way back to a title any time she damned well pleased, but after her far from stellar performance in this year’s Heiress To The Throne, Abby was feeling more than a little personally rattled.
There was no such thing as an automatic win in the sport of professional wrestling.
Anybody could beat anybody else on any given night. Hell, she’d been in the business long enough to see how true that was when some of the people who should by all accounts be nowhere near the World Championship had somehow persevered and pulled off some pretty mind blowing upsets in their career. Colleagues who had been underestimated and laughed out of the locker-room on more than one occasion, names like Joe Everyman, James Gilmore and even Fiona McFly all had some spectacularly miraculous wins on their records.
They were rarities sure, but not impossibilities.
It was highly improbable that the Winstons would beat Bella Morte on Tuesday, but it was not utterly impossible, and Abigail’s anxiety taunted her with the certainty that if that happened, it would all be her fault. She’d let her Hall of Fame multiple time World Champion girlfriend down, either by being pinned herself or failing to save her at a crucial point in the match. As strong as they were together, Abby knew she was the weaker link, overall.
She had a mouth on her, she could talk one hell of a big game sometimes, that’s what had made her the star pupil of many of Spike Kane’s promo classes back when he was alive and ran things down in IWF developmental, almost a decade ago. But even the most well elocuted promo never guaranteed victory.
Being able to drop a pipe bomb meant nothing without the ability to detonate it.
The pressure to deliver in the ring both this week and next had built to the point of thumping against her temples. She sat on the edge of the hotel room bed in an old “Born Bad” T-shirt from a now defunct line of her merchandise, and black panties, feeling as raw and vulnerable as Eternity looked knelt behind her, completely naked.
Eternity gently massaged Abigail’s temples with gentle circular motions, trying her best to kill her girlfriend’s pain naturally and without medication. Abby could not risk taking anything that might compromise her ability to adequately prepare and train for two of the most tag team matches they’d ever wrestle in their career as a professional partnership.
“That better, baby?” Eternity whispered.
“Much,” Abby closed her eyes and threw her head back and let out a small moan.”You’ve got the magic touch, darlin’.”
“I wouldn’t say that, you’re the only thing I’ve ever touched that I haven’t completely ruined,” Eternity said. “At least not yet.”
“This about Warren again?” Abby whispered. “What happened to him at Sacrifice isn’t your fault. Warren made his choices after he left your care and is now living with the consequences. You can’t keep blaming yourself for everything he gets himself into now without you in his life.”
“I keep thinking that if I hadn’t taken his memories, maybe he’d still be happily married to Dean, and he’d not be dealing with everything by himself now.”
“You didn’t take his memories, he lost them when you saved his soul,” Abby assured gently. “And I know he’s too proud ta admit it, but it’s pretty obvious Warren was never happy with Dean.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“I know what it’s like tryna force yourself ta be somethin’ ya ain’t, just ‘cause ya figure it’ll be easier somehow, but I understand now that it never is,” Abby said. “Not everyone is as lucky as ya hun, ya always knew ya were pan, always felt pan, but people like me and Warren weren’t always so sure what we were or what we felt exactly. It took me years to be comfortable, I was in denial for years, just like I imagine Warren was. His Catholic upbringing didn’t help none either, I bet.”
“I’m sorry,” Eternity’s voice softened further as she brought her hands down to Abby’s neck and shoulders. “Ooh, you’re all knotted up, sweetie!”
“Stress about our next two matches, mostly,” Abby softly moaned in admission. “We’re so close to making company history as the first ever all female tag team champions and I really don’t want to fuck it up. It’s an important milestone not only for this company but also for the industry as a whole.”
“Yeah,” Eternity gently kissed Abby’s neck on impulse. “I wish we didn’t have to go through your new family.”
“Me too,” Abby smiled, “But the Winstons ain't just my family, they’re yours too.”
“They don’t feel like it,” Eternity said, firmly caressing Abby’s shoulders. “Family should feel safe, like coming home and there’s only one person on God’s green earth I feel that about in this lifetime.
“Oh?” Abby teased, turning to kiss Eternity softly on the lips. Her tone was playful, teasing. “Anyone I know?”
“Yes,” their lips met, a soft breath escaped Eternity after they parted briefly. “Intimately.”
Abigail needed a distraction before she lost herself entirely in training for her next two prospective matches. Eternity had reminded her that overworking themselves would only increase the risk of an injury neither could afford at this point in their career. Abigail had reluctantly conceded her lover’s point and together they picked out an unusual and fun date to go on after a morning in the hotel fitness centre together.
Abigail became immediately intrigued by the idea of a Tarot Museum as soon as Eternity had suggested it. She had only casually dabbled in it years ago, shortly after it became abundantly clear that organised religion didn’t quite have all the answers she needed.
These days she didn’t follow her religion as closely or to the letter as she had once so desperately tried to, but she still had faith and she was still a deeply spiritual person who reconciled her beliefs as much as she could without closing her mind to powers beyond the narcissistic God she’d been brought up to deeply fear and unquestionably praise.
If Abby was created in His image and she was imperfect, then it was only logical that He too was imperfect. Logic wasn’t something her small town ever seemed to entertain however so few were as sympathetic as she needed them to be to Abigail’s most profound epiphany about her God.
So she was forced to seek solace outside scripture and tarot readings were a brief but important obsession, at least for a little while. They provided structure and meaning without judgment or the threat of eternal damnation. Her special friend, Gates used to do readings for her on a weekly basis, but that was a lifetime ago now, and so much had changed for Abigail personally, since those fateful days.
In a side room at the museum filled with books on the subject, Abigail sat across a wooden table opposite Eternity. Abigail took control of her own destiny, shuffling the deck of cards carefully.
“What do you want to ask the spirits?” Eternity asked. “Clear your mind and focus only on the question you most want answered.”
“Where are we goin’? Like do we have a future together forever?”
Eternity blinked as she processed the question but said nothing for the moment.
“Surprised ya with that one huh?” Abigail grinned. “Betcha thought I’d ask about my career or our next match or if we’d win the titles at Legacy in a couple of weeks.”
“I know how important being a pioneer in women’s wrestling is to you.”
“Sure, I wanna be worthy of ya,” Abigail finished her seventh quick shuffle before sliding the stack across to Eternity to do the actual reading. “But I still have my personal priorities too.”
“Honey, it was never your trophy case that won my heart,” Eternity said. “It could be barren and you’d still be my precious Archangel,” Eternity said, drawing three cards from the deck Abby had just randomised for her own reading.
Eternity flipped the Past card on the left first, the Death card upside down.
Eternity said nothing but studied the sharp intake of breath Abigail suddenly took, and how misty her eyes became as Abby interpreted the card for herself. “You lost something you cherished deeply in your past,” Eternity said. “It changed you and you’ve never —“
“Please,” Abigail pleaded. “I don’t want to talk about it, just finish the reading.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to cut you,” Eternity nodded, flipping over the Present central card next, Nine of Swords. “Makes sense, you’re riddled with anxiety and presently feel you’re failing in everything you’re trying to do right now.”
“Honestly, we didn’t need the cards to tell us that, did we?”
“I guess not,” Eternity said softly, flipping over the third and final card, the one Abby had the most fear and apprehension of being revealed, the Future.
“Two of Cups,” Eternity smiled. “It’s good news, our relationship will be strengthened and forgiveness will find us both. We will be happy, fulfilled and forever. I promise.”
“God, I hope so,” Abigail whispered. “I really do.”
The longer she sat and thought about it though, Abby realised that that was not the root of her discomfort entirely. The real problem was how much confronting the Winstons felt like confronting her own reflection, and having to directly deal with some of the more untidy parts of her life.
It was scary how much Dixie Winston in particular reminded Abby of herself, even after only a few private conversations. She too was driven, stubborn and carried herself as somebody with a point to prove, and this week Dixie would have one hell of a chance to put herself on management’s radar at Abby’s expense.
The fans and most of their colleagues saw this match on paper and already wrote it off as a foregone conclusion. There was absolutely no way that two decorated long reigning former World Champions were going to lose to a couple of Coliseum regulars, right?
Once upon a time, not too long ago, Abby would have absolutely believed that, absolutely believed she could cakewalk her way back to a title any time she damned well pleased, but after her far from stellar performance in this year’s Heiress To The Throne, Abby was feeling more than a little personally rattled.
There was no such thing as an automatic win in the sport of professional wrestling.
Anybody could beat anybody else on any given night. Hell, she’d been in the business long enough to see how true that was when some of the people who should by all accounts be nowhere near the World Championship had somehow persevered and pulled off some pretty mind blowing upsets in their career. Colleagues who had been underestimated and laughed out of the locker-room on more than one occasion, names like Joe Everyman, James Gilmore and even Fiona McFly all had some spectacularly miraculous wins on their records.
They were rarities sure, but not impossibilities.
It was highly improbable that the Winstons would beat Bella Morte on Tuesday, but it was not utterly impossible, and Abigail’s anxiety taunted her with the certainty that if that happened, it would all be her fault. She’d let her Hall of Fame multiple time World Champion girlfriend down, either by being pinned herself or failing to save her at a crucial point in the match. As strong as they were together, Abby knew she was the weaker link, overall.
She had a mouth on her, she could talk one hell of a big game sometimes, that’s what had made her the star pupil of many of Spike Kane’s promo classes back when he was alive and ran things down in IWF developmental, almost a decade ago. But even the most well elocuted promo never guaranteed victory.
Being able to drop a pipe bomb meant nothing without the ability to detonate it.
The pressure to deliver in the ring both this week and next had built to the point of thumping against her temples. She sat on the edge of the hotel room bed in an old “Born Bad” T-shirt from a now defunct line of her merchandise, and black panties, feeling as raw and vulnerable as Eternity looked knelt behind her, completely naked.
Eternity gently massaged Abigail’s temples with gentle circular motions, trying her best to kill her girlfriend’s pain naturally and without medication. Abby could not risk taking anything that might compromise her ability to adequately prepare and train for two of the most tag team matches they’d ever wrestle in their career as a professional partnership.
“That better, baby?” Eternity whispered.
“Much,” Abby closed her eyes and threw her head back and let out a small moan.”You’ve got the magic touch, darlin’.”
“I wouldn’t say that, you’re the only thing I’ve ever touched that I haven’t completely ruined,” Eternity said. “At least not yet.”
“This about Warren again?” Abby whispered. “What happened to him at Sacrifice isn’t your fault. Warren made his choices after he left your care and is now living with the consequences. You can’t keep blaming yourself for everything he gets himself into now without you in his life.”
“I keep thinking that if I hadn’t taken his memories, maybe he’d still be happily married to Dean, and he’d not be dealing with everything by himself now.”
“You didn’t take his memories, he lost them when you saved his soul,” Abby assured gently. “And I know he’s too proud ta admit it, but it’s pretty obvious Warren was never happy with Dean.”
“Really? How do you know?”
“I know what it’s like tryna force yourself ta be somethin’ ya ain’t, just ‘cause ya figure it’ll be easier somehow, but I understand now that it never is,” Abby said. “Not everyone is as lucky as ya hun, ya always knew ya were pan, always felt pan, but people like me and Warren weren’t always so sure what we were or what we felt exactly. It took me years to be comfortable, I was in denial for years, just like I imagine Warren was. His Catholic upbringing didn’t help none either, I bet.”
“I’m sorry,” Eternity’s voice softened further as she brought her hands down to Abby’s neck and shoulders. “Ooh, you’re all knotted up, sweetie!”
“Stress about our next two matches, mostly,” Abby softly moaned in admission. “We’re so close to making company history as the first ever all female tag team champions and I really don’t want to fuck it up. It’s an important milestone not only for this company but also for the industry as a whole.”
“Yeah,” Eternity gently kissed Abby’s neck on impulse. “I wish we didn’t have to go through your new family.”
“Me too,” Abby smiled, “But the Winstons ain't just my family, they’re yours too.”
“They don’t feel like it,” Eternity said, firmly caressing Abby’s shoulders. “Family should feel safe, like coming home and there’s only one person on God’s green earth I feel that about in this lifetime.
“Oh?” Abby teased, turning to kiss Eternity softly on the lips. Her tone was playful, teasing. “Anyone I know?”
“Yes,” their lips met, a soft breath escaped Eternity after they parted briefly. “Intimately.”
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Abigail needed a distraction before she lost herself entirely in training for her next two prospective matches. Eternity had reminded her that overworking themselves would only increase the risk of an injury neither could afford at this point in their career. Abigail had reluctantly conceded her lover’s point and together they picked out an unusual and fun date to go on after a morning in the hotel fitness centre together.
Abigail became immediately intrigued by the idea of a Tarot Museum as soon as Eternity had suggested it. She had only casually dabbled in it years ago, shortly after it became abundantly clear that organised religion didn’t quite have all the answers she needed.
These days she didn’t follow her religion as closely or to the letter as she had once so desperately tried to, but she still had faith and she was still a deeply spiritual person who reconciled her beliefs as much as she could without closing her mind to powers beyond the narcissistic God she’d been brought up to deeply fear and unquestionably praise.
If Abby was created in His image and she was imperfect, then it was only logical that He too was imperfect. Logic wasn’t something her small town ever seemed to entertain however so few were as sympathetic as she needed them to be to Abigail’s most profound epiphany about her God.
So she was forced to seek solace outside scripture and tarot readings were a brief but important obsession, at least for a little while. They provided structure and meaning without judgment or the threat of eternal damnation. Her special friend, Gates used to do readings for her on a weekly basis, but that was a lifetime ago now, and so much had changed for Abigail personally, since those fateful days.
In a side room at the museum filled with books on the subject, Abigail sat across a wooden table opposite Eternity. Abigail took control of her own destiny, shuffling the deck of cards carefully.
“What do you want to ask the spirits?” Eternity asked. “Clear your mind and focus only on the question you most want answered.”
“Where are we goin’? Like do we have a future together forever?”
Eternity blinked as she processed the question but said nothing for the moment.
“Surprised ya with that one huh?” Abigail grinned. “Betcha thought I’d ask about my career or our next match or if we’d win the titles at Legacy in a couple of weeks.”
“I know how important being a pioneer in women’s wrestling is to you.”
“Sure, I wanna be worthy of ya,” Abigail finished her seventh quick shuffle before sliding the stack across to Eternity to do the actual reading. “But I still have my personal priorities too.”
“Honey, it was never your trophy case that won my heart,” Eternity said. “It could be barren and you’d still be my precious Archangel,” Eternity said, drawing three cards from the deck Abby had just randomised for her own reading.
Eternity flipped the Past card on the left first, the Death card upside down.
Eternity said nothing but studied the sharp intake of breath Abigail suddenly took, and how misty her eyes became as Abby interpreted the card for herself. “You lost something you cherished deeply in your past,” Eternity said. “It changed you and you’ve never —“
“Please,” Abigail pleaded. “I don’t want to talk about it, just finish the reading.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to cut you,” Eternity nodded, flipping over the Present central card next, Nine of Swords. “Makes sense, you’re riddled with anxiety and presently feel you’re failing in everything you’re trying to do right now.”
“Honestly, we didn’t need the cards to tell us that, did we?”
“I guess not,” Eternity said softly, flipping over the third and final card, the one Abby had the most fear and apprehension of being revealed, the Future.
“Two of Cups,” Eternity smiled. “It’s good news, our relationship will be strengthened and forgiveness will find us both. We will be happy, fulfilled and forever. I promise.”
“God, I hope so,” Abigail whispered. “I really do.”
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“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” - John XV: 13
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Framed by an impressive display of various tarot cards, Eternity in a wood brown dressed stood behind Abigail in a forest green dress. Abigail’s hands rest over Eternity’s, whose own are secured around Abigail’s waist as if grounding and anchoring her in place. They each wore a red spider lily in their hair and had matching forest green eyeshadow, lips and nails, naturally entwined together, as if they knew it was always going to be them against the world.
Out of respect for the relatively new members of my extended family, the Winstons, I feel it only fair to tell them that if we had our way this ain’t the way this contender’s match would be goin’ down at all. We have no wish ta use two of the most promisin’ gladiators in the company as our personal steppin’ stones.
We ain’t in with the suits like Serenity, Caleb or Jennie so we don’t get a say in who we face, when we face them or the size of the carrot they wanna dangle between us. A couple weeks ago, Savage Kingdom threw out a challenge for Legacy, an’ last week we announced our intention ta earn our way ta those tag titles, sooner rather than later.
We had no idea how soon our call would be heeded.
We had no idea who we’d be made ta face for the title shot.
We could have guessed that it would either be Team Diversity Hire or The Murder, but apparently that just ain’t on the cards. At least not for right now, instead I’m up against family - Jolene an’ Dixie. Two women who deserve way more opportunities around here than they typically get.
Hell, if we’re bein’ real, the whole family deserves more attention.
We see ya Winstons, we see ya Dixie, we see ya Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene…
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you
Jolene…
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene…
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do
Jolene…
You and your sister both. You can make us so happy by giving us the fight of our life.
Together.
Please, please, Dixie. Please, please, Jolene.
.
Don’t do what they expect, don’t roll over onto your back and play dead for us. Save that for Bucky. We deserve more, we expect more, oh so much more. Especially as we seek to slay the hydra and liberate their Kingdom from the golden rule of The Mad Prince, His Harlot and his Jester.
Off with their heads!
Watch them roll, bounce, bounce, bounce all the way back to Vegas.
Itsy bitsy spider and all.
A new sun will soon rise over this land. A golden dawn as foretold by the fickle cards of our fortune. An unfortunate sacrifice, the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong show. Quite the Odyssey, quite the Legacy.
What we leave behind.
Family and friends, gathered here in the rain to celebrate the lives that never were. Minors cut short in their prime. Our sincerest condolences. There is nothing sadder than a family funeral.
Even loved ones must come to pass.
All things must come to pass away.
All things will come to pass away.
The sweet embrace of an even sweeter Death.
Sorry for your loss.
Thoughts and prayers go out to all our family and friends.
“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” - John XV: 13
🦋💀🦋💀
Framed by an impressive display of various tarot cards, Eternity in a wood brown dressed stood behind Abigail in a forest green dress. Abigail’s hands rest over Eternity’s, whose own are secured around Abigail’s waist as if grounding and anchoring her in place. They each wore a red spider lily in their hair and had matching forest green eyeshadow, lips and nails, naturally entwined together, as if they knew it was always going to be them against the world.
Out of respect for the relatively new members of my extended family, the Winstons, I feel it only fair to tell them that if we had our way this ain’t the way this contender’s match would be goin’ down at all. We have no wish ta use two of the most promisin’ gladiators in the company as our personal steppin’ stones.
We ain’t in with the suits like Serenity, Caleb or Jennie so we don’t get a say in who we face, when we face them or the size of the carrot they wanna dangle between us. A couple weeks ago, Savage Kingdom threw out a challenge for Legacy, an’ last week we announced our intention ta earn our way ta those tag titles, sooner rather than later.
We had no idea how soon our call would be heeded.
We had no idea who we’d be made ta face for the title shot.
We could have guessed that it would either be Team Diversity Hire or The Murder, but apparently that just ain’t on the cards. At least not for right now, instead I’m up against family - Jolene an’ Dixie. Two women who deserve way more opportunities around here than they typically get.
Hell, if we’re bein’ real, the whole family deserves more attention.
We see ya Winstons, we see ya Dixie, we see ya Jolene.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene…
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you
Jolene…
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene…
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do
Jolene…
You and your sister both. You can make us so happy by giving us the fight of our life.
Together.
Please, please, Dixie. Please, please, Jolene.
.
Don’t do what they expect, don’t roll over onto your back and play dead for us. Save that for Bucky. We deserve more, we expect more, oh so much more. Especially as we seek to slay the hydra and liberate their Kingdom from the golden rule of The Mad Prince, His Harlot and his Jester.
Off with their heads!
Watch them roll, bounce, bounce, bounce all the way back to Vegas.
Itsy bitsy spider and all.
A new sun will soon rise over this land. A golden dawn as foretold by the fickle cards of our fortune. An unfortunate sacrifice, the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong show. Quite the Odyssey, quite the Legacy.
What we leave behind.
Family and friends, gathered here in the rain to celebrate the lives that never were. Minors cut short in their prime. Our sincerest condolences. There is nothing sadder than a family funeral.
Even loved ones must come to pass.
All things must come to pass away.
All things will come to pass away.
The sweet embrace of an even sweeter Death.
Sorry for your loss.
Thoughts and prayers go out to all our family and friends.
Well howdy there pardner.