09-20-2019, 09:16 AM
Quote:1 of 2. CD Only. Good luck to you as well, Matt.
July 27th, 2019
It has been two days since Abigail went to a bar, drugged, kidnapped, possibly let a random woman to die in an abandoned warehouse. None of that bothers her. She needed an emotional release after the betrayal of Jordan Majors. With her borderline murderous thoughts out of her system, she sat at home enjoying a nice cooling down period. Abigail, wearing a white silk robe, was sitting at the kitchen table, her Kindle laid out in front of her. “Be A People Person” by John Maxwell was her book of choice. An odd choice for a sociopath to read. Abigail does love reading books of the self-help variety. It is 2 pm in the afternoon. She has kept to herself since the incident at the bar. Not like her and Ravyn Taylor are best friends forever, they kept in touch via text. They had their respective lives. Simple. Clean. Not complicated. Abigail appreciates that, unlike her previous dynamic with Jordan Majors. Abigail's moment of solitude was immediately broken up by a thunderous pounding at the front door. At first, Abigail didn’t care about the knocking, she didn’t dismiss the person on the outside being someone of importance, no one casually knocks that loud on another person's door at 2 in the afternoon. A list of candidates came to mind. She opted to make whoever wants her attention to sweet it out a little while longer.
The pounding continued for another five minutes. Their dedication was cute at first, almost admirable. As the minutes ticked by, Abigail grew more and more annoyed, it became harder for her to concentrate on reading her book. Unable to take it anymore, Abigail pushes herself from the table, stands up. Storms to the front door like a woman on a mission. She swings the door open, immediately she is greeted with a thunderous slap. Abi closed her eyes. The slap sent her into shock.
“What’s wrong with you?!” the female voice screamed.
Now knowing for certain who the slap belonged to, Abigail coldly says. “Took you long enough--” Abigail smirks. “-- cousin.” Opening her eyes, she looks at Aphrodite Noel. She has her arms crossed. Her eyes give Abigail the impression she wants to kill her. Predictable.
“Glad this is funny.” Aphrodite scoffs.
Abigail steps to the side. “Would you like a drink dear cousin of mine?”
“I’d prefer to choke your ass out.”
“Kinky.”
“Go to hell.”
“Hell doesn’t exist. We’ve been over this.”
Aphrodite storms inside Abigail’s home. Abi slams the door behind her. It was taking all the self control she had to not strike her cousin. Aphrodite does not wish to make herself comfortable. Instead, she stands not to far from the couch in the living room. With her hands resting on her hips, Aphrodite continues to stare daggers at her own cousin. “Why the hell would you screw Glory out of becoming World Champion. She’s my friend. Our friend. Does any of that matter?”
Bored, Abigail sighs. “Worked up over someone you’re not sleeping with? Latent feeling you’re hiding dear cousin of mine?”
“Would that had made any difference?”
“Well--” Abigail taps her chin. “--no. No it wouldn’t.”
Aphrodite storms at Abigail. She could have moved out of the way. Instead, Abigail allowed Aphrodite to pin her against the wall. Aphrodite’s elbow now rests on her throat. Abi felt goosebumps run up and down her spine, the thrill of being pinned with little escape made her feel, alive. She isn’t bored anymore. Aphrodite on the other hand, clearly, still angry. “There is nothing stopping me from kicking your ass right now.”
“Do it.”
Aphrodite raises her eyebrows. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Ask yourself dear cousin of mine, why are you going to kick my tush for a woman who flat out rejected being apart of your family.” Telling Aphrodite this forced her cousin to loosen the pressure she had applied to her throat.
Unable to pull her attention from her, Aphrodite says, “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Abi.”
“Like I said, I don’t believe in goddesses or queens. I don’t believe in fairy tales. I operate in reality. You said; but, insert frowning emoji. She said, Sorry, we’ll always be best friends. But there’s something very important that I need to do. Remember now.”
Aphrodite fully removed her elbow from Abigail’s throat. She does remember. Abigail knows her cousin and Glory have a complicated relationship. Short version. Her cousin managed to convince Glory Braddock to accept her as her mother. For a couple years they had managed to keep up the premise of a mother-daughter type relationship, until Glory Braddock reclaimed her last name of Braddock, dropping Noel, attempting to become the hero SCW deserves. Needs. Doesn’t want? Abi didn’t care about that part.
“I do” Aphrodite relented.
“How did you feel when Glory rejected your last name? Why didn’t you pin her against a wall?”
“You are not going to turn me against, Glory.”
“Too late, she turned her back on you first.” Abigail shrugs. “I always found your need to make a makeshift family, interesting. Taking on Chasity and Glory as daughters, fascinating cousin, and smart. Having grown kids is less of a hassle then small ones. Katelyn’s kids are great. Most are brats I can do without. I should adopt one day, pregnancy pains? No real benefit in that. Your kink for taking on adults as children aside, here are the facts. You--” Abigail boops Aphrodite on the nose “--let go of Glory casting the Noel name aside. She doesn’t see you as a Queen anymore. All that effort so she can run around in SCW being the selfish bitch she is. All to become World Champion and to be a hero. Chasity has every right to hate her own blood sister. It is about time you accept your real family, lil ole me.” Abigail grabs Aphrodite’s hand. “Dite, you don’t need to approve of me trying to keep the World Championship on Syren. I could care less. Please, defend your betrayer. Remember who your family is. Me. Not Glory. Hey, if you still want to kick my ass--” Abigail places her arms behind her back. “--do it. I won’t fight back. Scouts honor.”
Abigail closes her eyes, preparing herself for the punishment she assumed Aphrodite was going to reign down on her. The seconds continue to pass, she doesn’t mind the wait. She was craving it. Unable to surrender to the anticipation, Abi opens her eyes to see that Aphrodite hasn’t budged an inch. Her cousin rolls her eyes.
“Your impossible!” Aphrodite shakes her head.
“Admit it, you wuv me.” Abigail smiles.
Aphrodite shrugs. “I guess.” She looks off to the side. “Abi--”
Abigail tilts her head to the side. “Yes Dite.”
Aphrodite clenches her fist. “Your right... Glory rejecting my last name hurt, more than she could imagine. I told her it was fine. I didn’t want to make a huge deal about it. She was my daughter--” A tear flows down Aphrodite’s cheek. “---yeah. Whatever right?”
Abigail walks over to Aphrodite. She hugs her. “Remember who your real family is. Never forget, I’ll never turn my back on you. Promise.” The cousins continue the hug. Abigail was relieved Aphrodite didn’t kick her ass.
“I can’t condone what you’ve done. Promise you’ll be careful.”
“Always cousin, always.”
**
August 28th, 2019
Jordan Majors got away. Meh. She was set to compete against Christy Mathews. Prior to the match, her former friends with benefits decided to drop a pipe bomb of her own. She spared no expense pouring salt in the wound of the woman she claimed to love at one point. Pissed off Abigail more than she was expecting, Jordan taunted her. She acted like is above consequences. Gave Abigail the impression she didn’t fear the storm her former lover wanted more than anything to unleash upon her. Abigail felt, how did we get this far? Why was a woman who hasn’t accomplished anything in the world of professional wrestling talking down to a woman who has won two World Championships, main evented IWC’s biggest pay per view of the year. Won a tag title in SCW. The nerve of that girl Abigail kept thinking, her escaping a beating, especially by the hands of Glory Braddock who should have minded her own business, Abigail was wound up more than any words could express. She needed to act. Soon. Since Jordan wasn’t around to play with, she would find someone who would...
By any means necessary.
Once again, she puts on her hunting attire. Black wig. Black leather pants. Black shirt. The same jacket sent to her with the spot that had her nickname “Serenity” carved out the jacket. A mentor from her past told her the places in Boston that were prime to pick up a hooker. Abigail didn’t occupy a bar this time. She went straight in the heart of Downtown Boston. The Boston Common to be exact. She sat on a park bench watching on as complete strangers walked to their desired destination, unaware that a woman in black was on the prowl to claim her next victim. Someone takes a seat next Abigail. She was initially excited to see who her next victim would be... this wasn’t what she expected.
“Hello there, Tamara. Long time, no see.” Abigail says with a smirk.
Tamara [Todd] crossed her arms. “Wish we could have this conversation under better circumstances. Here we are.”
“Stalking is a crime in every state, Tamara. Not that I am complaining. Todd women are blessed in the genes department.”
Tamara shakes her head. “Hitting on me is not going to work.”
“Who says I was hitting on you?” Abigail raises an eyebrow. “Your cute. Fact. The only Todd who makes me moist is Cindy. Shame I can’t do anything that.” Abigail frowns. She does quickly switch gears before Tamara can comment on what she just said. “Speaking of your lovely sister, I was impressed by the big reveal on Emerge, Monday. Showing her and Willow are on the same page? Beating the crap out of Vanilla. I would have preferred it if Gracie wasn’t a victim, too--”
“She knew what she was doing. Shame.” Tamara sighs. “We figured she was smarter than that. Guess not.”
Abigail said matter of factly. “Emotions are a weakness.”
“They don’t need to be.”
Abigail lingered into the eyes of Tamara. “Enlighten me, why are you here?”
“My sister is worried about you, always has been. We wouldn’t want you to go to jail for something stupid like torturing random girls. Would be tragedy, don’t you agree?”
Abigail tilts her head to the side. She didn’t know whether Tamara knew for certain about that random girl she left in the warehouse or was Cindy expecting her darkness to drive her to act pretty recklessly. The way Tamara was looking at her, she had to know something. Being aware that they were in a public place with random people passing by, Abigail says to Tamara. “I plead the 5th.”
“I’m not looking to incriminate you, Abigail. Or should I call you, Serenity?”
“We’re like family, Abigail will do.”
“My sister asked me to make sure you didn’t do anything reckless.” Tamara rested her hand on Abigail’s knee. “It has to be frustrating watching your prey get away. Cindy spent years obsessing over the low life who tried to end her existence. Being unable to exact your revenge can be taxing. Don’t let it come at the expense of your freedom.”
“What else am I supposed to do, Tamara?”
“You want to tortune people? Fine. Come home. Come back to Cindy. You can be made whole again.”
Abigail’s eyes widen. There have been times over the years where Abigail wanted to go back home to Las Vegas. To be in the comfort of a woman she would give her life for. New Eden was a lifetime ago. She wanted to prove to herself that she could make it on her own. From her perspective she was doing ok, until Jordan humiliated her on national television. The time since has been spent trying to make sense of it all. Nothing she has done has given her any clarity whatever. Abigail took a deep breath. She looks at Tamara’s hand. Then back into her eyes. “Can’t imagine she’ll approve of my association with Ravyn. I am tired of the people closest to me getting on my case about my choice of friends. Getting tiring. Accept my choices or leave me again!”
Flashing a warming smile, Tamara tells Abigail. “I wouldn’t be here if Cindy didn’t want you to come back, Abi.”
“I--” Abigail pauses, remembering the good times she completes her thought. “--do miss her. Cindy will always be my Queen.”
“I am not just here to stop you from being reckless. Part of the reason I’m here. Not the complete story. For years I have stayed in the background, watching my sister, studying how she operates, getting a feel for how her mind works. Being in the background has gotten boring. I want to step into the light. I want to show my sister and the world what I can do. My sister and my father aren’t the only Todd’s who can make an impact in the wrestling business.”
Abigail was taken aback by Tamara’s ambition. She half smirks. “Very admirable. Maybe I can help?”
Tamara tilts her head to the side. “How?”
“Supreme Championship Wrestling won’t hire your sister. They wouldn’t know how to handle her brilliance. Lil ole me they don’t fear. SCW would fear you even less. When the time is right, come to SCW. I need someone to have my back should the day come my alliance with Infamous run its course. All good things come to an end, sadly. With you in SCW, we could make a killing.”
“Interesting. I’ll take that under advisement.” Tamara stands up. She extends her hand to Abigail. “Lets get out of here. Already dark. To your room?”
“Sure.” Abigail grabs Tamara’s hand. Standing up, she says. “The mini bar is calling our name.”
With that both women leave. Crisis averted. For now.