Eric Bischoff was sitting at his desk in his office. He was rubbing the bridge of his nose and his eyes were squeezed shut. "Let me get this straight. You want a match against Viscera," He opened his eyes and lowered his hand, "Have you completely lost touch with your senses?"
Abigail stood over him with a sweet smile and replied, "No I just know what I want, and what I want is Viscera in the ring."
The general manager of RAW narrowed his eyes at her and clicked his tongue, "You know I can't do that Abbie, I know you're upset about what happened to Goldust-"
Slamming her hands down on the desk made Eric flinch and she leaned down real close with a crazed gleam in her eyes. "You don't know shit Eric, now I want Viscera and I want him tonight."
A heavy sigh escaped his lips and he shook his head at her. "I can't do it, he'll tear you apart."
"Eric, sweetheart, you really don't want to fight me on this. It won't turn out well for you," Her smile was gone and her words were dripping with venom.
"Are you threatening me girl? Because that won't turn out well for you," The general manager glared at her as he rose up out of his chair, "Who do you think you are coming in here and ordering me around? I'm the general manager!"
"And if you wanna stay the general manager and not wind up in the hospital right alongside my friend, you'll give me what I want!"
Eric and Abigail glared at each other for a long time before Eric started nodding his head. "Fine, you want to start this, who am I to stop you. But whatever happens to you is on your head girl."
The smile that lit up Abbie's face was not a normal one and seemed slightly unstable.
"Thank you, Eric, you won't regret it."
"This is not a good idea Abigail," Big show said as he watched the young woman take a sip of the tea she had made.
They were both sitting in her dressing room. Abigail had just finished getting ready for her match and had made herself some tea to calm her nerves. While she was confident in her plans, the whole situation still made her feel a bit uneasy.
She had never attempted anything like this before. While her sisters were used to this kind of thing, Abbie had always been able to keep herself out of these kinds of situations. Abigail had never gone out of her way to hurt someone. But things were different this time.
So, while the Big Show showing concern for her was sweet, it also annoyed her. It made her feel like no one thought she could handle herself. True, she wasn't going to be totally alone in her vengeance, but all of this had come from her and her alone.
"I understand that you're concerned about me, but you don't need to be," Abbie replied setting her teacup down on the table, "I have everything under control."
Well, as under control as I possibly can.
Abigail knew that she couldn't prepare for every outcome, but she was confident that she could handle anything that occurred. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Big Show chewing on the inside of his cheek, thinking.
It was actually quite comical to see the large man sitting on her couch. He could barely fit it and he easily made it seem a lot smaller than it was. He had his ring attire on as he too was scheduled for a match that night. Still, he was kind enough to come to her and offer his condolences for what happened to Goldust and check up on her.
The kind giant had even come to see her and her friend in the hospital. He left flowers and told Goldust that work wasn't the same without him.
Speaking of her golden friend, he was laying in a hospital bed stuck in a coma. Abbie had tried her best to visit him as much as possible and talk with him. She kept hoping her voice would draw him back to her. So far, he remained comatose. Those men were going to pay for what they did to him.
Which brought her right back to where she was now. Getting ready for a match against a man that was much large than her. If her plan went wrong there was a chance she would wind up getting terribly hurt. Abbie found herself reaching for her teacup again and taking a long draw from it.
"You know he wouldn't want you to put yourself in this kind of danger," Big show said quietly before turning his gaze on her.
He was right, and she knew that, but she just smiled at Big Show and placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Everything will be fine, you'll see."
The crowd was loud in her ears as she stood in the middle of the ring, her music dying away as she put a mic up to her lips.
"Now I know all of you saw what happened last week on RAW," Boos started echoing through the arena, "That's not even close to how I felt. My friend is stuck in the hospital right now in a coma just because those assholes backstage can't take a joke."
She glared up the ramp towards the back as the crowd began to chant, "Assholes".
"I won't let them get away with it, but first let's start with the big guy and get him out of the way," Abigail pointed her finger up the ramp and called out, "Viscera, get your fat ass down to this ring!"
The crowd was going crazy as Big Daddy's music blared out into the arena and he appeared on the apron. Abigail glared at him as he started making his way down the ramp towards her, the same smirk he had on his face from last week making her blood boil.
Just as he got to the front of the ring though he was suddenly kicked in the back and sent down to his knees. Kane had come charging from the back of the arena and was now going all out on the large man.
Abigail stood in the ring with a malicious smile on her lips. She watched as Viscera was thrown about and kicked into the matt. As she was getting out of the ring and coming down the steel stairs Kane lifted Viscera as much as he could and choke slammed him down.
While to most people that would have been enough, it wasn't even close for Abbie. As Kane acknowledged her she pointed to the turnbuckle and said, "Just like you had Shane,".
The seven-foot monster smirked at her and nodded grabbing Viscera by the back of the neck and forcing him to his feet. He then pushed him against the turnbuckle and trapped his legs with the steel steps so he couldn't move them. Abigail reached under the ring and pulled out a large pair of handcuffs and handed them to Kane who promptly handcuffed Viscera's hands above his head and around the turnbuckle.
Abigail reached back under the ring and pulled out three more things. A pair of scissors and two kendo sticks. A sick, playful expression crossed Abbie's face as she placed both kendo sticks near Viscera and as she started cutting into Viscera's shirt she said to Kane, "You and I are going to play a game."
Kane's eyes had lit up at the sight of the kendo sticks and he smirked while nodding his head at her, "I think I'm gonna like this game."
"Oh you most certainly will," She replied as she finished cutting through Big Daddy's ring attire, revealing the man's large gut. Abigail then picked up the kendo sticks and handed one to Kane before she continued, "We are going to play first blood. You and I will take turns whacking at Viscera's stomach, the one who makes him bleed first gets a special prize."
The grin that lit up Kane's face would have made any other person vastly uncomfortable, but Abigail was just grateful she had someone she could rely on. At least for this moment in time.
"I'm gonna win, Abigail. Just watch."
He pulled back on the kendo stick and slammed it against Viscera's stomach. The large man let out a cry of pain and a red whelp soon appeared.
"You better not hold back then," Abbie said as she too wound up her shot and then slapped her stick against Viscera's flab.
The crowd didn't really seem to know how to react. Some of them were cheering on the two crazed people and some were wincing at every strike. Abbie didn't care, she wanted this pile of shit to pay and this was way more therapeutic than talking to someone about how she felt.
At last one of Kane's strikes drew blood and he threw down the kendo stick and pointed at the red smear. He had won and he was now laughing like a demented child. It was strange for her to see how much he enjoyed hurting someone who had done no wrong to him. It wasn't surprising with his history, but it was different seeing it first hand.
She conceded to his victory and looked up to see Viscera's tear-streaked face. She was thinking she might feel some kind of pity for the man, but it actually scared her how much she didn't care. Abigail watched as the large man's body shook with his cries of pain and yet she felt nothing.
Suddenly she heard music start blaring from the speakers and she looked up to see the men who had attacked Goldust standing on the apron. Maybe they expected her to be surprised but she wasn't. Abbie knew if she pushed Eric Bischoff enough he would send the same men that took down Goldust after her for threatening him. Which is exactly what she had wanted.
As they started charging down at her and Kane, Abigail lifted the kendo stick.
"Batter up," She cried out as she lashed forward and smacked one of them in the side. The man fell on his knees as she continued to smack at him with the weapon. Kane on the other side of her was throwing men around like toys.
It didn't last though, there were too many and they started to get overwhelmed. Two of the men had grabbed the kendo stick from her and were forcing her down on her knees while the others were ganging up on Kane and trying to keep him off his feet.
At least I did what I could. That was all I wanted.
Suddenly, the men were pulled away from her and tossed away. Abigail's heart soared as she saw Big Show mowing down the smaller men around him. He threw the others off Kane and together they were all able to have the men on the run back to the backstage area.
The three stood outside the ring trying to catch their breath and watching the few who managed to get up run away. Big Show looked down at her and softly patted her back. The young woman was honestly surprised. All this time, she thought he would find what she did to be wrong, but here he was standing beside her and helping her in her time of need.
Abigail beamed up at him and wrapped her arms around the man and thanked him profusely. Then she turned her attention over to Kane who was wiping some blood from the corner of his mouth.
She walked over to him and motioned towards the back with her head, "We aren't through, your prize is waiting, I'll take you to it."
The two made their way backstage and down into the darkness where Kane usually dwelt. The Big Red Monster casually looked over at her before continuing to follow her.
"You knew I would win."
The young woman chewed on her lip before glancing over at him. "I just happened to guess you would. You are much stronger than I am, but either way, the prize still would have been yours."
Kane shot her a quizzical look before they reached the open area of the large boiler room and there, waiting for them both, was a man tied to a chair and gagged.
"When Goldust was attacked someone was holding me back. Making me watch what was happening to my friend. At first, I didn't know who it could be," Abigail said as she moved towards the chair. The man could hear her voice and was starting to pull at his bindings. "But then I remembered where I heard his laugh before."
Kane was standing not far away from the chair as Abbie turned it around so the man was facing him. Chris Jericho looked completely worn out. His skin was turning red from how much he had been struggling, but Abigail paid it no mind.
"This is your prize. The man who beat you with a steel chair and bloodied you, I'm sure you have many things you would like to discuss with him," She said as she moved away and started towards Kane.
"The perfect prize, revenge," Kane stepped towards the chair and Chris began pulling as hard as he could at the ropes.
"You helped me with mine, it's the least I could do," Abbie replied moving towards him and placing her hand on his chest to stop him from moving forward. Kane's eyes moved down to meet hers and she smiled at him, "I remember our deal. Whatever you need from me, you only need to ask."
The seven-foot man covered her hand with his own and moved it away from him gently, his expression was blank, "This doesn't make us friends."
Abbie smiled at him and nodded, as she made her way to the stairs she said, "I would never assume otherwise."