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[Freya Kane]

Ah don’t need to sit and listen to a single word any of them are gonna say about me this week, because ah already know what they’re gonna say. Ah don’t belong here, ah don’t deserve it, ah lost to Maxine, after ah had the gall to call her out on her path to this match…..yet here ah am. Ah didn’t ask for this, ah didn’t beg, ah never went behind nobodies back, ah didn’t scheme, nah, ah ain’t like that. Ah was just was surprised as y’all when ah saw mah name up there booked in the Iron Maiden match, but ya know what ah felt when ah did? It wasn’t guilt, it wasn’t even pride….it was determination.

Mah faith has shown me tha way.

Through mah darkest times ah have always clung to mah faith, ah have always clung to tha teachings He bestowed upon me, to the promise that everythang would become clear. Now ah stand here, a new woman, a changed woman, like ah’ve been born again, baptised in the fire, an’ ah look out at y’all, and ah don’t fear any of you. Ah don’t fear the abyss, ah don’t fear the ego’s, ah don’t fear wrath nor rage…..because ah ain’t like the rest of y’all, y’all be lookin’ outwards, pointin’ your fingers and shouting at the top of your voices about how much worser everyone is than you, about how this person sucks, about how that one doesn’t belong, about how this one ain’t never done nothin’, and about how that one ain’t never gonna do, but me?

Ah’m looking at me instead.

Ah’m lookin’ at what ah’m fixin’ ta do. Lookin’ at what ah’m prepared ta do ta win this match, ta prove mahself to Him, ta prove mahself ta mahself! ‘Cause despite what y’all might be flappin’ from ya gums? That’s gotta be the most important thing there is, it ain’t about provin’ the fans right, or wrong, it ain’t about provin’ the coaches right or wrong, it ain’t about makin’ your family feel good…..it’s about you, it’s about yaself. Anyone who was honest would admit, goin’ into this here Iron Maiden…..there’s only one person y’all are doing this for, and ah’m woman enough to admit it.

Mahself.

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We open up once more on Abigail and Spencer who are now sat inside the truck that Spencer has driven halfway across the country. They’re parked in the parking lot of a fast food restuarant, and Abigail is frantically thumbing through pages and pages of documents.

Abigail: Ah don’t fuckin’ believe it. How could they do this!?

Spencer: ...they got your names mixed up?

She rounds on him, almost like there was fire in her eyes.

Abigail: It ain’t just that! They messed everythang up! This girl? She got treated for my illnesses and ah got treated for hers. They done messed the meds up, the backgrounds, the whole ten fuckin’ yards.

Spencer: Nine.

Abigail: WHAT!?

He looked like he was going to explain that he was correcting her, but the look in her eyes told him to just let it go. He just shook his head and grimaced a little before opening the door, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up before leaning out of the truck and smoking.

Spencer: Nothin’ you find in there is gonna change who you are sis.

Abigail: You don’t think ah don’t know that!? Come on biggie, if someone told you that you wasn’t mom and dads, you wouldn’t wanna know where you came from? If you had any other blood relatives? Fuck, they might even have left me somethin’ behind!

That made Spencer laugh quite heartely as he patiently sat and watched the people walking around, a few gave him and his sister side glances, making clear to avoid them - especially those with children. Spencer wrinkled his nose, he wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he knew how he looked, and he knew that how he looked was part of the reason why Abby brought him with her.

Abigail: Holy shit….

It wasn’t the words that caught Spencer’s attention, it was the silence that followed them. In one hand Abigail was holding a birth certificate, and in another a release form, a release form for this girl who had for all intents and purposes been living Abigail’s life, with her name, her family or whatnot. She turned the piece of paper around for Spencer to see and his eyes widened, his jaw almost hit the floor.

Spencer: No way….she was checked out the same day Ma and Pa adopted you….

Abigail: Checked out……

She looked right at him, a lump in her throat.

Abigail: …...by Spike Kane.

And boom, we cut away bitches. How’d you like them apples?

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Faith is a funny thang, don’t y’all think? Ah mean, for weeks, if not months now, sweet little old Maxine has been mockin’ me for mah faith, mockin’ me for havin’ somethin’ ta believe in. For findin’ solace in somethin’ greater than me. Yet she’s right there doin’ the same old thang. Like she ain’t snugglin’ up to Dean and Rowan because they make the best banana bread, am ah right? But that’s just an example of mah point ah’m tryin’ ta make about all of y’all, about everyone in this here match we got. Ain’t nobody capable of some self reflection, ain’t nobody willing enough ta take a cold hard look in the mirror and adjust the view of what they see. Nah, see, y’all see what you want to see when ya look at your reflections, but me?

Ah see a bunch of broken bitches.

Ah see one haggard old lioness desperate to go out on her terms, desperate to go down fightin’, not wantin’ the ravages of time to end her, but for that decision ta be her own. An’ four other hungry beasts lookin’ ta profit off of that. Four others that are wantin’ that mantle so bad, wantin’ the right ta call themselves tha Iron Maiden. Ya got Dawn already callin’ herself that anyway, like some kinda premonition or some shit. Jus’ like when Astrid Hall called herself the Shield Maiden, an’ then she went and done won it. Now she’s goin’ for the big one, and one of us? ONE of us could be goin’ up against her at Night of tha Immortals. It could be her, it could be Brooklyn, all ah know is that on the otherside of tha ring?

Get your Justin Timberlake impressions ready cause…

It’s gonna be may.

Ah ain’t got the weight on mah shoulders that y’all got. Ah ain’t got no reputations ta live up to, no legacy to protect, no family honor to defend, ah ain’t got shit ta prove ta no-one. Bah all rights, ah shouldn’t even be here, but who was they gonna give the spot to, huh? They done gave the Jay Oh Bee squad a championship match against Vivienne Rodgers. So, what? They should half ass they careers and be rewarded but when ah get given a chance ah’m supposed to turn it down? Hell naw. Ah’m gonna snap that chance outta ya fuckin’ hand and run for it like ah was mah brother Buck an ah was startin’ for the Runnin’ Rebs. In this life? In this game? Ya don’t get many second chances, an when ya do? Ya gotta be thankful, ya gotta praise Him, for smilin’ down on you. Cause in this world, you reap what you sow, and when we step into that Iron Maiden? All y’all bitches are gonna reap from me what you’ve done sown. Talk yo smack, talk yo shit, but when we’re nose to nose? Y’all see what this Rebel Yell is all about. Y’all see why ah got selected ta train here, why ah dain’t have to mess around with no indies, why ah came straight to the big leagues.

Maybe the reason ah’m in this match is because ah spoke up? Maybe them big wigs got all frightened when ah opened mah mouth about why they ain’t bookin’ their female champions. Why as soon as a woman reaches tha top? They stop bookin’ her. Maybe, they’re tryin’ ta appease me, keep me docile, distracted, y’know? Like ah ain’t asleep on all this, ah’m woke! Ah know what the deal is, but you think ah ain’t gonna take advantage of that? You think ah ain’t gonna use that ta mah advantage? Ah’m gonna ride that rocket right on inta Dark Reign, storm that Iron Maiden and make a piece of fuckin’ history. Come out the winner and storm mah way to Night of the Immortals. Because ah see the big picture y’all, ah see through the smoke an’ mirrors, ah see through the bravado, the cussin’, the threats, ah see on almost another level…..because of His blessin’.

An ah owe it all to Him.

He showed me the way.

He showed me mah path, an ah took it. Like hasn’t been the same since, it’s been one hell of a whilrwind, but ah believe He put me on this path for a reason, ah found out who ah am. Ah found ain’t that ah ain’t no Spencer, that ah ain’t ever ‘Murican, that me?

Mah real name?

Is Freya Motha Fuckin’ Kane.

Let’s take that on out for a spin.