Fancy (Dixie and Jolene)

[Winston Family Values]

"Come hell or high water, huh. We might not be riding high on the hog win wise but someone clearly likes booking us from time to time. Qualify to go for the tag team championship match? Shit. Who wouda thought, huh?”


“Well, well, well, Abby and Eternity, you’ve stepped into the ring with a force that’s got more grit than a gravel road and more heart than a homecoming parade! You see, this ain't no ordinary matchup—this is a showdown where every slam echoes like a hammer on anvil, and every takedown tells a tale of determination and grit.

Abby, you might think I’ll go easy on ya, but let me tell ya, this here ain't your playground. We’re not just gonna wrestle—we’re gonna wrassle- with the kind of tenacity that’d make a mountain tremble. And Eternity, you might think you’ve got endless time on your side, but time’s about to meet its match right here and right now.

So get ready, because when the bell rings, it's gonna be like a tornado hit a freight train—a whirlwind of fury and resolve. We're not just fighting for victory; we're fighting for every single moment we’ve worked for, every drop of sweat we’ve shed. Abby and Eternity, get ready to feel the true meaning of determination, 'cause this bout’s gonna be one for the ages!”



Dixie ran her hands through her hair as she tried to think of how to casually invite Bucky to the movie night The Winston’s were going to do. Birdie was already bringing Ricky. Gretchen was asking Spencer if he wanted to come too. It was maybe less casual then what she and Bucky usually did but if it was going to develop into a whole Spencer and Winston hang out it might be better if she invited him directly.

“Hey, Buck, you want to crash the movie night thing and maybe sneak off together when we get bored?” She asked, cuddling up to him in bed, hand on his chest.

“I wouldn’t want to take ya away from your family time, Doll,” Buck said. “Nothing is more important than family. Go have fun, I’ll survive without ya.”

“Spencer and Ricky are apparently coming.” Dixie hand running over his chest hair, something she did a lot and was honestly getting pretty into. “So if I get a little bored and start sexting you, you’ve been warned.”

“Ya don’t need ta be bored ta do that,” he chuckled. He held her by the waist, tight, close, almost as if they were more in this moment. “But if ya want me there, I guess I can come.”

“I’m not gonna force ya. Though knowing I can send you dirt texts anytime I want you may regret. Sometimes I get urges. Like taking naked selfies after a shower.” Dixie teased, kissing his chest softly, liking how tight he held her.

“I’m sorry, what?” He blinked. “I musta missed the part where we decided that that wasn’t already allowed ta happen.”

“Some guys don’t like evidence on their phone. I didn’t want to just start sending you random photos and what I wish you were doing outta the blue. That might be rude.” Dixie’s hand traces down his chest, “shoulda clarified. I’m sorry. Want me ta make it up to ya?”

“Evidence? Ya make it sound like you’re my side chick.” Was it Dixie’s imagination or did he sound offended by such a notion. “Ya ain’t somethin’ I’m ashamed of, Doll.”

Dixie tried not to feel her heart flutter at that, “Sorry. I’m used ta being a dirty secret. Old habits. I know I’m not that to ya. Just didn’t wanna assume it was okay. Shit, if you got dirty texts you want to send to me I’d accept them too. I know some girls don’t like dick pics but I honestly like knowing ya think about me when ya get hard.”

“Not the only time I think about ya,” he said in almost an understated whisper. “But sure, I can do that, if ya like.”

“…I think of you a lot too.” Dixie admitted softly.

“Good things I hope,” he caressed her butt, squeezed gently.

“Always. Frustratingly so sometimes. Like your smile or your laugh when I’m in the gym. That smell of like your shampoo and deodorant that’s all woodsy. The way your hand feels on my back.” Dixie traced a pattern in his chest hair, “Not that the sex isn’t great, it is. But the little things bounce around in my brain.”

“I agree, it’s the little things that make ya special,” Bucky said. “Memorable, like how ya snort when ya laugh, I mean genuinely laugh at my jokes and cheesy pick up lines. Or how your eyes sparkle when ya look at me in a certain light, or how deep ya moan when I hit just the right spot the way ya like it.”

“My heart does this weird hiccup when I see I got a text from you.” Dixie admitted.

“And ya don’t feel that such a feeling ruins our special friendship?” He asked, softly.

“No. Why would it? I’m not demanding anything.” Bucky had complained about girls catching feelings and demanding things change. “You told me what you could offer and I’m okay with that.”

“Cool,” Bucky smiled. “As long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.”

“Doesn’t ruin things for you?”

“Nah, Doll. I’m flattered.”

“Good.” Dixie smiled, resting against him.

“Okay. Assume the creek don’t rise…”

“We are in this match and to be honest I’m not sure we deserve it. We get a couple wins, sure. But we ain’t got the level of success other tag teams do. It feels a bit like cheatin’ to be in this match. But I’ll take things as they are.”

“Hi Abby. Hi Eternity. Haven’t seen ya’ll in a minute. Hope you are doing well. Hope things are going good for you. Now I know you know this is serious business. We are both here and I think unlike some we can keep this professional like, don’t you think?”

“Me and my sister fight hard. We fight hard as hell.”

"Bella Morti, you might think you’ve got this in the bag, but when we are…when we are done with you, there’ll be nothing left but broken dreams and shattered egos. I’m not just fighting for me; I’m fighting for my sisters, my brother, and everyone who’s ever believed in us. I’m coming for you, and I won’t stop until I’ve made sure people remember who we are."

Jolene holds a warm mug of tea in her hands, the steam rising slowly as she gazes out the window. The evening sky is tinged with the last hues of sunset, fading into the quiet of night. The house is quiet, the only sound being the faint ticking of a clock on the wall, marking the passage of time. The night before she had setup the family get-together that had turned into a slight Winston-Spencer get-together. She’d tried to pick a movie people would like to watch, something recommended online for being a good movie. No one had seemed all that into the movie itself. Mostly just coupled up and cuddling. Denny had left early, lying about something to do but clearly going to see his secret boyfriend.

After Denny was gone, Dixie and Bucky had snuck off. Then Spencer and Gretchen. Leaving her alone with the newlywebs who barely seemed to register anything but themselves as they kept being adorable at each other.

A lost cause.

Jolene wasn’t gonna force another group to hang out. They’d all moved past it. Family first, sure. But it was no longer the way it used to be. They had lives, they had something, and somewhere else they’d rather be. It was normal and healthy except for Jolene. She’d always felt more comfortable in a crowd. She’d always been happier watching her movies by herself, sewing something to keep her hands busy. She wasn’t good at making conversation. She wasn’t good at making friends. She’d relayed on her family too much. And while they promised things weren’t changing, they had.

And it was okay, she reminded herself. It was not out of malice. It was normal. She was just the last one left behind. While the rest of her siblings seemed to like the idea of dating a wrestler the idea made her uncomfortable. She had watched as Jack and Nate’s relationship had been casually outed. She had watched the build of The Kane-Harper marriage and the car crash quality of the split. She had watched everyone mention Eternity and Abby before they started dating.

That was too much spotlight. The idea made her skin crawl.

If she ever found someone… She wanted it to be something that was just hers. Something she could hold close and something she wouldn’t have to share with a million people and have every flaw and mistake referenced in a promo.

Jolene sipped her tea, mulling it over. She couldn’t wait to get back to the states. At least then she could be in her own house and not have to sit alone in a rented house listening to her sibling screw. Denny had the right idea of it. Maybe she’d ask him how he did it.