I want to first acknowledge all the military people that have served our country, and those abroad who have served theirs. July marks a Patriotic movement for those here in the USA and this is how I want to offer my thanks, by writing a story.

To all of those that have served my country, to those that have fallen for our country and theirs, here is why Bray Wyatt's finisher is called Sister Abigail.

Enjoy

May of 2010

"You'll always be like my sister, Abigail," her cousin Windham Rotunda said as he hugged her one more time.

Abigail pulled back and looked at him. "Larry, I'm only going to be gone for a few months. Then I'll be back and I'll kick your ass in boxing."

"Hopefully it's not bare knuckle, the WWE already has one of those," her other cousin Taylor said.

Her Uncle Mike was there with Aunt Steph, and then there was Larry, his brother Taylor and their younger sister named Mike. It was a family of dark haired people- along with the blond woman that was Larry's fiancée- standing together in a public airport. Already having a tearful goodbye with her year old pitbull Koda that morning, now it was time to say tearful farewells with her family.

"Have you contacted your parents?" Mrs. Rotunda asked, straightening out Abigail's hat.

Lightly swatting away her hand, Abigail said, "Yes, Ma'am, I have. They insisted on me calling when I get into Iraq."

"Be careful, Abby." Mika told her. "I already brag that you know how to make and dismantle bombs at school. I want to brag that you came home alive."

Smiling at her Abigail nodded. "I'll try my hardest, Mikey."

It was always the hardest to say goodbye to her family, always. This group had been with her for so many years, through her high school years, through the rough patches with her parents and the mundane, like adopting a pitbull pup that she had seen at a shelter.

"Winters, come on!" Dylan Connors, a member from her unit, called out from the entrance to the terminal that would lead to their plane.

"Hold your horses, I'm hugging everyone goodbye." She called back before turning towards her family. "I'll call as soon as I can, okay?"

"You know you will," Mr. Rotunda said, giving her a look that said it all. You better call and video chat or else there will be consequences. What they might be would be nothing more than a bluff.

Uncle Mike was very much like the father that hers wasn't. Aunt Steph was the mother that Abigail had wished her mother would be like. Her cousins were her siblings. She was their sister Abigail, more than just cousin Abigail.

"You watch out for this one, Cassidy." She said looking at her soon to be cousin-in-law.

Cassidy was the only blond in the group, but she was every bit as much a sister like Mika was. This was a close knit family. It was one of those that Abigail couldn't have asked any better for. This was the best of the best.

"Hey, this isn't goodbye, Abby." Larry told her. "We'll be back together soon."

The temptation just to stand there and talk was overwhelming but her career was with the Army. Her duty was to the safety of the United States, to the innocent people caught in the war over in the Middle East. She had to go.

With one more farewell double handed wave, she turned and headed off with the rest of her unit.

Abigail knew that her family would be watching her plane fly off. She could almost see her Uncle Mike hugging Aunt Steph, Larry mimicking it with Cassidy as Taylor and Mika watched the plane take off.

But no one knew that something worse was going to happen. Something that would shake this family for the next couple of years.

July of 2010

"Meet you out there," Larry's pro Cody Rhodes said before leaving the locker room

Cody Rhodes was just another generational wrestling like Larry was, he went through a lot of what was expected for a WWE show and stuff that had been ground into Larry from his dad, grandfather and uncles. This was a wrestling family, this was where he was supposed to be.

"You ready?" A once fellow FCW allumni asked.

Stu Bennett played the leader of the Nexus group from the first season of NXT. He was tall, dark and not quite handsome with a bent nose. Sporting his wrestling trunks and his boots, Stu was a British man with a booming voice, a wrestling persona that scared little kids and he had a great personality outside the ring.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Larry said standing up.

Playing as Husky Harris, he did have the husky part down to a T. He was probably the biggest guy in the show, weight wise. He'd always been big with an even bigger heart.

"Have you heard from you cousin lately?" Stu asked as they headed towards the door.

"Not in the last couple of days, which is strange. Usually she emails at least once a day, usually at night though on her end." Then Larry sighed. "They are trying to clear out IEDs and roadside bombs for the locals to get back into."

"A woman that plays with explosives, I'm sure she would be great pyrotechnician here in the WWE." Stu then chuckled to himself.

It wasn't until after the taping of the NXT show that things got stranger.

NXT had just gotten done with, especially with Nexus jumping him and Cody Rhodes during the show. Nexus had no reasoning behind why they were attacking different wrestlers as of late, at least that was how the Writers wanted it. But nothing they could write could explain what happened next.

To see two army people walking up, being escorted through the hall, Larry stopped. That was bad to see. It was never a good thing, it meant bad news followed them, like Death walking just behind them. All the people associated with NXT and the Pros turned their attention to these two military people.

"Windham Rotunda?" The older of the two men asked looking at Larry.

"That's me, what's going on."

"Are you the cousin to one Lt. Abigail Winters of the United States Army?" He asked, ignoring Larry's own question.

All Larry could do was nod. His ability to speak seemed to have been abstructed by the tightness in his throat. He tried to wet his lips, but the ability to do so was for nothing. His mouth went dry, his heartbeat started picking up. Every possible terror, the worst of death, flashed through Larry's mind as the Army man took his sweet time deciding on how to approach the topic.

"I'm sorry to say that your cousin was killed."

Even before the words left the man's mouth, Larry felt his back collide with the cement wall. People like CM Punk, Cody Rhodes, even Stu Bennett looked down and away, giving a moment of respect for a person they didn't know.

"No." Larry croaked.

No, it couldn't be. Not his cousin, not his almost sister Abigail.

"I'm sorry." The man next to the older Army man said.

"Are you sending her body back to Florida?"

That's when the two men glanced at each other, having a mental debate. This wasn't good. She must have been shot, if she was she was going to have the best military funeral there was. But why weren't they saying otherwise.

"Your cousin, and her unit, were searching through a known Taliban stronghold looking for bombs. But there was an explosion and…we've found DNA of her being in there, but I'm sorry to say she's not alive, not with what we found anyway."

"What aren't you telling me?" Larry felt his voice rising, pissed that they weren't giving him any straight answers.

"We only found her left food, that was about all that we found of her. When we were able to look through the wreckage, after a fire, there was nothing else of her." The younger guy said, earning a sideways glare from his commanding officer.

Pressing his eyes closed, Larry pushed himself off the wall. "Thanks." He grumbled to the two military men and headed off towards the locker room.

This isn't goodbye, Abby

We'll be back together

Stay safe

Larry got to the locker room and promptly threw up into the nearest trash can. With his stomach empty- not that he had anything in there before- he was free to curl up in a ball and scream like a little boy.

His cousin was dead. His almost sister was never coming back.

How was he going to survive without her being there. She was going to be the maid of honor at his wedding with Cassidy.

How was anyone going to be now that the one person that practically held the family together was dead, there was nothing for them to bury.

How did life come to this?

So there is it, the prologue to Sister Abigail. I hope you guys enjoyed it. This is going to be a different pairing of what I usually have going on with my stuff. So you'll have to hold out until July for me to actually start posting this story, I'm sorry to say.

Thanks for reading.