Post by Abigail on Jan 2, 2024 3:34:20 GMT
New Year’s Eve had traditionally always been one of her favourite times of the year. Something had always felt special about it. For many around the world, it was little more than an overindulgence, a poor excuse to dance badly and to drink even worse, but of course little Abby Spencer was too good for any of that. She didn’t drink, she didn’t dance and she sure didn’t kiss anybody at the stroke of midnight. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she was too good and too pure of both heart and soul to be a slave to such dreadfully human vices.
Ma and Pa had raised her right. She was a good girl, extra special. The youngest of five, and the only girl The Spencers had been blessed with. She was the happiest end to her family line. So perfect that they stopped trying after her. Pa had his ‘little chicken’ and Ma had her ‘blessed miracle’ and she was the perfect final chapter to their life story.
Abigail Francine Spencer had been burdened by divine perfection her whole life, born and raised to represent somebody else’s dream life. An angel, handpicked by The Good Lord himself to represent the absolute ideal of her family. She anchored her four brothers, balanced them and pulled them back into the fold. She was the voice of reason, the Angel on each of their broad shoulders.
Every time Bucky thought of running away with some girl of the week that he was convinced was his truest love or Jeb had a crisis of faith over whether his sexual preference condemned him to an eternity in Hell, Abby had to be there with all the right answers to keep them all together, because if she wasn’t, her family would know she wasn’t perfect. Every time Jeremiah felt like a big dumb oaf because he was twice the size of everyone else through no fault of his own or Ricky felt like a freak because of his God given smarts, it was Abby’s job to temper all the fires, even the ones she couldn’t ever hope to put out.
For most of her life, Abby had convinced herself that this was her grand purpose, and that she was happy. Being the arbiter of everybody else’s anxieties was the perfect distraction from her own. As long as she made it her business to solve everybody else’s problems, she could ignore her own.
She didn’t have to face her fears, she didn’t have to confront her anger and she didn’t have to accept all her faults. The longer she made the happiness of others her priority, the more she denied her own. Her feelings didn’t go away and they never mattered. It hadn’t always been easy, but as each year inevitably gave way to the next, Abby got enough of a handle on herself to be comfortable burying even her most significant truth.
By the time she first met the legend Spike Kane almost eight years ago, she had become so accustomed to the various masks of her existence that she knew exactly which one she had to wear to get not only his attention but also his blessing. Professional Wrestling was a business of smoke and mirrors, here she could be somebody entirely different for the first time in her life, and she’d be a fool not to seize the opportunity.
For the first three years of her developmental deal with the Imperial Wrestling Federation, she had been the perfect student. Never missing a class, volunteering to take every bump she could, and showing the legends like Spike Kane that not only was she a natural in the ring, but also that she was the real deal - here for the long haul. There was nobody else in her class as dedicated and devoted to the craft as her.
It was an unparalleled work ethic, one Spike not only instantly appreciated but also immediately understood. It was only a matter of time before he singled her out for recommendation to the higher ups, not any of her brothers just her - she was special.
She was the diamond in the rough - exactly what IWF was looking for in 2017.
His endorsement got her fast tracked to TV, probably before she fully understood what she was getting into, but the fact remained, she had made it. It didn’t matter that she’d leap-frogged over more deserving students, Spike played up the virtues of her ambition, told her to never apologise for being better than everyone else here and to never underestimate just how far her anger and her drive to be different could take her in the wrestling business.
By the time 2017 became 2018, everything had changed. Spike once again pulled her aside, but this time it wasn’t to praise her, it was to ask for her help. Of course, after everything he had done for her, especially over the last year, she owed him not only her career - but her life.
And she almost gave it all to him.
Almost.
Spike disclosed his late stage lung cancer to her and presented her with an indefinite non disclosure agreement. She pushed aside her panic long enough to hear his proposition, but not before outing herself to him as a lesbian in the madness of it all.
He laughed it off and said no, he wasn’t interested in her like that. No, she’d misunderstood him, thank God. He wasn’t looking to use his cancer to try and get laid, though it really wasn’t above him to make such a power play if he really wanted to.
By the grace of God, he just didn’t see her that way. He saw her as the sister he never had. He explained that his own sister was also in the business, but estranged. Apparently they fundamentally disagreed with what he described as ‘her unhealthy lifestyle choices’ and that as much as he loved her, he knew Freya was unworthy of his professional legacy.
Abigail on the other hand was a perfect representative - if she wanted to be.
He promised to take her career to the next level, all she had to do was what she was already such a natural at - hide her most fundamental truth from the world - and become somebody else entirely - his long lost sister. Abigail was being primed to be for the Kane family what she had been born to be in the Spencer family - the perfect little sister.
Spike’s perfect little sister - Freya Kane.
If she did this for him, honoured his dying wish, Spike could at least go to the grave feeling a little less burdened by his failures to protect his baby sister from all the abuse, both at home and in the mental health care system. He didn’t want one of the most inconvenient truths of his life forever staining his professional legacy. He didn’t have to reconcile that their father had broken her so completely that she had lost not only her way but also her self-respect, throwing herself from man to man, looking for daddy and all the love and validation she had never received from their father.
The NDA Abigail had been presented with stipulated that she agreed to a lifetime as Freya Kane. If she signed, everything she was as Abigail Spencer would be erased and she would live out the rest of her life with the world believing she was somebody she’d never even met.
All her burdens, responsibilities and duties as a servant of The Lord would be lifted. All she had to do was forsake one God for another. The Devil’s bargain for her soul was not without its temptation. A chance to bury all the untidy parts of herself that she had never been able to fully reconcile and forsake a God that had already condemned her to eternal damnation for the sin of who her heart desired was a divine proposition.
She had wrestled with the decision silently for a week and a half, looking over the NDA every waking moment she could, before fate intervened and she ran into Eternity quite literally backstage, making her inspiration drop her basket of pomegranates. Abigail fumbled out an apology, sinking into the ground to help Eternity gather up her fruit, wishing to be swallowed up in the moment, especially as their eyes met and they reached for the same piece of fruit.
Eternity cast her eyes down over the legal agreement Abby had dropped in her absent mindedness and studied it with some interest whilst Abby diligently gathered the rest of the scattered pomegranates.
“You haven’t signed this?”
“Not yet, no. It’s a big commitment, one I ain’t sure I’m ready for.”
“Don’t do it,” Eternity said bluntly. “Your life is too precious to throw away.”
“Ya don’t even know me,” Abigail blushed in spite of herself.
“What difference would that make?”
For the first time, Abigail found herself utterly speechless in front of the woman she’d not only respected professionally but idolised personally for years.
“Leave it to me, I’ll talk him out of this insanity.”
Eternity skipped off with the NDA in hand before Abby could object. Abby was left confused, holding a basket of pomegranates. As first impressions went, it was certainly unforgettable.
A full two weeks passed before Eternity found Abby at the PC again, an amended NDA in hand, enthusiastically interrupting Abby’s gym session.
“I talked him down to five years if you still want to do this,” Eternity smiled.
“Why would ya do that for me,” Abby hopped off the treadmill.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I mean, ya really didn’t have ta.”
“Why not? If I don’t look after you, who will?”
“I can take care of myself, thank ya.”
“Of course ya can, doesn’t mean you always have to.”
Abby didn’t fully appreciate it back in 2018, but now in the last few minutes of 2023, she came to understand that Eternity had literally saved her life, even if it still bothered Abby that she still didn’t understand why Eternity had gone out of her way to renegotiate with Spike on her behalf. Still, she was grateful.
Abby placed the only photograph she had of the real Freya Kane over her copy of the NDA and closed the folder full of a dead man’s last wishes, with a relieved sigh. It was all here, gathered. The news reports, notes on the Kane family history, diary entries, prop letters, everything she had ever used to present herself as Freya Kane for the last half a decade, keeping old school kayfabe in a business that rarely respected it anymore.
In a matter of moments, not one but five years would end. Freya Kane would die and Abigail Spencer would be reborn. For the first time in years, Abby felt a genuine smile as a dead man’s shadow was finally lifted from her heart. She was finally free to live her life, her way.
Abby carried the hefty Kane dossier out of her lakeside shack, and felt the immediate warmth of the blazing fire Eternity had lit in the pit in preparation for an end that was finally at hand. Abby quickly tossed the dossier into the fiery pit where it burned with the rest of Spike Kane.
“Welcome back to your life, Abigail Francine Spencer,” Eternity greeted, smiling as she moved from the pit to stand next to Abigail and together, they watched the last of a life Abby had never truly lived reduced quickly to ash.
“Thank you,” Abby grinned, “I couldn’t have done this, without ya.”
Eternity presented Abby with a small velvet box, “Now feels appropriate.”
Abby felt her heart jump into her throat and a warmth fill her face that had little to do with the roaring fire in front of them. She opened the black oblong and beheld a silver crucifix pendant, just like the one she wouldn’t have been caught dead without - before all this.
Abby was too choked up to speak, tears filled her eyes even as Eternity retrieved the pendant and stepped behind Abby to drape it around her neck. Abby reached up to clasp it as Eternity fastened it from behind.
Their eyes locked, gazed in each other’s souls and in a breathless but long overdue moment, both Abby and Eternity were pulled together by the magic of a brand new beginning for both of them into a soft, deep and passionate kiss. Abby held Eternity’s hands as they snaked their way around her waist.
Abigail Spencer finally had her life back, and after five years she finally found the courage to start living it, exactly the way she wanted.
Damn the consequences.
Life was too short not to be loved, and with Eternity, Abby felt loved to death.
As the distant fireworks lit up the heavens above them, their last year apart ended and a new lifetime together began.
A lifetime where neither were afraid to live their truth and love each other.
Ma and Pa had raised her right. She was a good girl, extra special. The youngest of five, and the only girl The Spencers had been blessed with. She was the happiest end to her family line. So perfect that they stopped trying after her. Pa had his ‘little chicken’ and Ma had her ‘blessed miracle’ and she was the perfect final chapter to their life story.
Abigail Francine Spencer had been burdened by divine perfection her whole life, born and raised to represent somebody else’s dream life. An angel, handpicked by The Good Lord himself to represent the absolute ideal of her family. She anchored her four brothers, balanced them and pulled them back into the fold. She was the voice of reason, the Angel on each of their broad shoulders.
Every time Bucky thought of running away with some girl of the week that he was convinced was his truest love or Jeb had a crisis of faith over whether his sexual preference condemned him to an eternity in Hell, Abby had to be there with all the right answers to keep them all together, because if she wasn’t, her family would know she wasn’t perfect. Every time Jeremiah felt like a big dumb oaf because he was twice the size of everyone else through no fault of his own or Ricky felt like a freak because of his God given smarts, it was Abby’s job to temper all the fires, even the ones she couldn’t ever hope to put out.
For most of her life, Abby had convinced herself that this was her grand purpose, and that she was happy. Being the arbiter of everybody else’s anxieties was the perfect distraction from her own. As long as she made it her business to solve everybody else’s problems, she could ignore her own.
She didn’t have to face her fears, she didn’t have to confront her anger and she didn’t have to accept all her faults. The longer she made the happiness of others her priority, the more she denied her own. Her feelings didn’t go away and they never mattered. It hadn’t always been easy, but as each year inevitably gave way to the next, Abby got enough of a handle on herself to be comfortable burying even her most significant truth.
By the time she first met the legend Spike Kane almost eight years ago, she had become so accustomed to the various masks of her existence that she knew exactly which one she had to wear to get not only his attention but also his blessing. Professional Wrestling was a business of smoke and mirrors, here she could be somebody entirely different for the first time in her life, and she’d be a fool not to seize the opportunity.
For the first three years of her developmental deal with the Imperial Wrestling Federation, she had been the perfect student. Never missing a class, volunteering to take every bump she could, and showing the legends like Spike Kane that not only was she a natural in the ring, but also that she was the real deal - here for the long haul. There was nobody else in her class as dedicated and devoted to the craft as her.
It was an unparalleled work ethic, one Spike not only instantly appreciated but also immediately understood. It was only a matter of time before he singled her out for recommendation to the higher ups, not any of her brothers just her - she was special.
She was the diamond in the rough - exactly what IWF was looking for in 2017.
His endorsement got her fast tracked to TV, probably before she fully understood what she was getting into, but the fact remained, she had made it. It didn’t matter that she’d leap-frogged over more deserving students, Spike played up the virtues of her ambition, told her to never apologise for being better than everyone else here and to never underestimate just how far her anger and her drive to be different could take her in the wrestling business.
By the time 2017 became 2018, everything had changed. Spike once again pulled her aside, but this time it wasn’t to praise her, it was to ask for her help. Of course, after everything he had done for her, especially over the last year, she owed him not only her career - but her life.
And she almost gave it all to him.
Almost.
Spike disclosed his late stage lung cancer to her and presented her with an indefinite non disclosure agreement. She pushed aside her panic long enough to hear his proposition, but not before outing herself to him as a lesbian in the madness of it all.
He laughed it off and said no, he wasn’t interested in her like that. No, she’d misunderstood him, thank God. He wasn’t looking to use his cancer to try and get laid, though it really wasn’t above him to make such a power play if he really wanted to.
By the grace of God, he just didn’t see her that way. He saw her as the sister he never had. He explained that his own sister was also in the business, but estranged. Apparently they fundamentally disagreed with what he described as ‘her unhealthy lifestyle choices’ and that as much as he loved her, he knew Freya was unworthy of his professional legacy.
Abigail on the other hand was a perfect representative - if she wanted to be.
He promised to take her career to the next level, all she had to do was what she was already such a natural at - hide her most fundamental truth from the world - and become somebody else entirely - his long lost sister. Abigail was being primed to be for the Kane family what she had been born to be in the Spencer family - the perfect little sister.
Spike’s perfect little sister - Freya Kane.
If she did this for him, honoured his dying wish, Spike could at least go to the grave feeling a little less burdened by his failures to protect his baby sister from all the abuse, both at home and in the mental health care system. He didn’t want one of the most inconvenient truths of his life forever staining his professional legacy. He didn’t have to reconcile that their father had broken her so completely that she had lost not only her way but also her self-respect, throwing herself from man to man, looking for daddy and all the love and validation she had never received from their father.
The NDA Abigail had been presented with stipulated that she agreed to a lifetime as Freya Kane. If she signed, everything she was as Abigail Spencer would be erased and she would live out the rest of her life with the world believing she was somebody she’d never even met.
All her burdens, responsibilities and duties as a servant of The Lord would be lifted. All she had to do was forsake one God for another. The Devil’s bargain for her soul was not without its temptation. A chance to bury all the untidy parts of herself that she had never been able to fully reconcile and forsake a God that had already condemned her to eternal damnation for the sin of who her heart desired was a divine proposition.
She had wrestled with the decision silently for a week and a half, looking over the NDA every waking moment she could, before fate intervened and she ran into Eternity quite literally backstage, making her inspiration drop her basket of pomegranates. Abigail fumbled out an apology, sinking into the ground to help Eternity gather up her fruit, wishing to be swallowed up in the moment, especially as their eyes met and they reached for the same piece of fruit.
Eternity cast her eyes down over the legal agreement Abby had dropped in her absent mindedness and studied it with some interest whilst Abby diligently gathered the rest of the scattered pomegranates.
“You haven’t signed this?”
“Not yet, no. It’s a big commitment, one I ain’t sure I’m ready for.”
“Don’t do it,” Eternity said bluntly. “Your life is too precious to throw away.”
“Ya don’t even know me,” Abigail blushed in spite of herself.
“What difference would that make?”
For the first time, Abigail found herself utterly speechless in front of the woman she’d not only respected professionally but idolised personally for years.
“Leave it to me, I’ll talk him out of this insanity.”
Eternity skipped off with the NDA in hand before Abby could object. Abby was left confused, holding a basket of pomegranates. As first impressions went, it was certainly unforgettable.
A full two weeks passed before Eternity found Abby at the PC again, an amended NDA in hand, enthusiastically interrupting Abby’s gym session.
“I talked him down to five years if you still want to do this,” Eternity smiled.
“Why would ya do that for me,” Abby hopped off the treadmill.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I mean, ya really didn’t have ta.”
“Why not? If I don’t look after you, who will?”
“I can take care of myself, thank ya.”
“Of course ya can, doesn’t mean you always have to.”
Abby didn’t fully appreciate it back in 2018, but now in the last few minutes of 2023, she came to understand that Eternity had literally saved her life, even if it still bothered Abby that she still didn’t understand why Eternity had gone out of her way to renegotiate with Spike on her behalf. Still, she was grateful.
Abby placed the only photograph she had of the real Freya Kane over her copy of the NDA and closed the folder full of a dead man’s last wishes, with a relieved sigh. It was all here, gathered. The news reports, notes on the Kane family history, diary entries, prop letters, everything she had ever used to present herself as Freya Kane for the last half a decade, keeping old school kayfabe in a business that rarely respected it anymore.
In a matter of moments, not one but five years would end. Freya Kane would die and Abigail Spencer would be reborn. For the first time in years, Abby felt a genuine smile as a dead man’s shadow was finally lifted from her heart. She was finally free to live her life, her way.
Abby carried the hefty Kane dossier out of her lakeside shack, and felt the immediate warmth of the blazing fire Eternity had lit in the pit in preparation for an end that was finally at hand. Abby quickly tossed the dossier into the fiery pit where it burned with the rest of Spike Kane.
“Welcome back to your life, Abigail Francine Spencer,” Eternity greeted, smiling as she moved from the pit to stand next to Abigail and together, they watched the last of a life Abby had never truly lived reduced quickly to ash.
“Thank you,” Abby grinned, “I couldn’t have done this, without ya.”
Eternity presented Abby with a small velvet box, “Now feels appropriate.”
Abby felt her heart jump into her throat and a warmth fill her face that had little to do with the roaring fire in front of them. She opened the black oblong and beheld a silver crucifix pendant, just like the one she wouldn’t have been caught dead without - before all this.
Abby was too choked up to speak, tears filled her eyes even as Eternity retrieved the pendant and stepped behind Abby to drape it around her neck. Abby reached up to clasp it as Eternity fastened it from behind.
Their eyes locked, gazed in each other’s souls and in a breathless but long overdue moment, both Abby and Eternity were pulled together by the magic of a brand new beginning for both of them into a soft, deep and passionate kiss. Abby held Eternity’s hands as they snaked their way around her waist.
Abigail Spencer finally had her life back, and after five years she finally found the courage to start living it, exactly the way she wanted.
Damn the consequences.
Life was too short not to be loved, and with Eternity, Abby felt loved to death.
As the distant fireworks lit up the heavens above them, their last year apart ended and a new lifetime together began.
A lifetime where neither were afraid to live their truth and love each other.
Well howdy there pardner.