“Coming together is a beginning, keeping together is a process. Working together is a success” – Henry Ford. It’s a motto that Gabriel has been driving into the heads of Odette and I recently and let’s just say it makes a hell of a lot of sense now. For someone who blatantly has refused to work with anyone since day one, I found myself in a sticky situation when it came to Hot Stuff… Play on words every calm down. Anyway, that transformed bastard has made it his life goal to punish me, by placing me in the tag team division. Something I didn’t fucking want. He wanted Miss Minnie and I thought fuck that, so I went out and found my own tag team partner… in Odette Nicole Stevens.

Coming together was the easy part, I mean convincing Odette to get back into the ring was easy after all she had to listen to people say she wasn’t worthy of “hall of fame” status in Sin City Wrestling. I just had to remind her that people doubted her, people saw her run-in Sin City Wrestling as worthless and somewhere deep inside her a little ball of flint set alight and well now… now Odette Stevens might just be at her greatest. She’s worked up, she’s pent up and well I made damn sure she was in the same state of mind she was in when she toppled the “top dog” Misty all those times ago. Some, might even say she has gone back to her roots and trust me when I say that, for an Aussie it mean’s nothing good for you, can come out of this equation.

Keeping together is a process, well Gabriel wasn’t wrong there as most moments I want to wrap my hands around Odette’s throat and choke the living life out of her. Purely because she’s a shit stirrer but I can assure you, there will be no issues in us ever having to watch each other’s backs. We are practically blood, so keeping this little unnamed tag team together is essentially going to be a walk in the fucking park. So, to all the naysayers waiting on our team to combust, let me enlighten you… the more you talk, the more you pour gasoline on the lit match I just pray you get burnt while you’re holding it.

Yes, you read that right, I hope you fucking burn.

Working together is a success, well I don’t think this needs an explanation but allow me to bring in a case and point. Inception II the glorious return of The Fallen, a match they were odds on favourites to win and well, well, well… look what was “stolen” from them? There glorious moment to shine was overshadowed by the return of Odette Stevens and the success of our partnership. A success that Odette and I both look forward to rolling with as we come face to face with Remi and Eden this Sunday night at Climax Control.

##

It had been a long day for the duo of Odette and Evie as under the watchful eyes of Gabriel they were put through their paces by one of the greatest tag team wrestlers of all time. Evie didn’t see the purpose off all this, however Odette and Gabriel were persistent that tag team wrestling was a completely different kettle of fish to what she was used to dealing with. So, for the past six hours Gabriel had them running the ropes, going through tag team match basics and working on fluid transitions between the two. All the while the hall of famer was reminding them about the importance of being a team and having each other’s backs.

In both of their eyes this wasn’t going to be an issue but Gabriel kindly reminded them, that even the slightest lapse in judgement could spell disaster out there for each other.  Evie couldn’t help but feel like all these warnings were directed at her, as Gabriel had an invested interest in protecting his wife from harm, she couldn’t blame him after all she was the apple of his eye. She knew that after a little more time, she would prove to Gabriel that she was going to keep his wife safe at all costs.

Gabriel had finally let the two girls take a break from training, purely because he was on the beck and call of his son who was running amuck around the six-sided ring. Lucas was moving Gabriel’s lighter training equipment from one end of the gym to the other.  The two men in the room were now in a heated game of tug-of-war that of course Gabriel was losing much to Lucas’ delight as he squealed in satisfaction. Whereas the two females were sitting in the ring, both of their legs draped over the ring apron as the perched themselves against the bottom rope so they could lean on it to catch their breaths. Both were wearing three quarter black yoga tights, while Evie was in a wicked green crop top, as Odette opted for her favourite colour blue. Evie was busy pouring water onto the top of head trying to cool off, while she could sense the intense glare that could only belong to Odette. It was as if a thousand pins were pricking her skin, turning towards her partner Evie grinned wildly.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “What?”

That’s when Odette’s attention shifted briefly as she heard Lucas scream, once she noticed that he wasn’t in any danger she turned her attention back towards her tag team partner.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Don’t what me, what the hell is up your nose today?”

Evie understood the question but she didn’t understand why Odette was asking her, what was wrong as she was putting her heart and soul into this training session.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I have no idea what you’re even getting at.”

The green eyes of the older Aussie rolled as she just glared towards her partner.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, you’re clearly ripping yourself apart again, so what’s going on?”

Evie just sighed, she was internally ripping herself apart but she didn’t realise that Odette had a creepy mother-like sixth sense where she could predict such things. The younger Aussie pushed off the bottom rope and placed her hands behind her, learning on them as she toyed with the idea of telling Odette a cover story to hide the truth from coming out. However, the look of concern in Odette’s face said otherwise. She was going to have to tell the truth and she knew exactly what Odette’s reaction was going to be and it wasn’t going to be good. The raven-haired Bombshell sighed deeply before she cracked her knuckles against the hard-unforgiving canvas before she spoke.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I cheated on Mi Mundo.”

Her voice was just above a whisper but Odette still managed to catch her words, that’s when she lifted her hand and proceeded to bring it down over Evie’s leg horse biting her. Evie barely flinched as the ability to feel pain had been long removed from her but she still shocked by Odette’s reaction.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Did you just fucking hit me?”

Odette just ran her long finger nails through her long brown hair and nodded pleased with herself, if there was one thing in this world she hated it was cheaters and now she was sharing a ring with one.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “You fucking deserve it, what were you thinking? Who with? I need details.”

His anger quickly shifted to a need of detail, Odette wasn’t the type of girl who could just settle for a piece of the story she needed to know the who, what, when, where, why and how before she was satisfies with the outcome. Evie on the other hand liked to keep her cards close to her chest, but there was a comfort she got from Odette that she hadn’t felt for a while. They had slowly become close friends, Evie even felt horrible for Melody refusing to talk Odette she felt responsible but she didn’t know how to fix that war. Evie could sense Odette’s eyes on her skin as the older Aussie was pushing her for details, while trying to read her body for any glimmers of spoilers. It appears that being married to Gabriel had helped Odette learn the ability of reading people, or well at least Odette thought.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Well…”

##

The scene suddenly shifted from the surrounds of Gabriel’s training domain and now it was a few nights past, outside in one of the quieter parts of Las Vegas. It was at least 9pm on a school night, so there was less people around than normal. Or well at least it was quieter in the N9ne Steakhouse at Steakhouse at the Palms Casino, or maybe it just seemed discreet to Evie because her attention was being eaten up by one man, in particular. The two had spent a fair chuck of their nights so far inside this restaurant sampling some of the world’s best mini burgers, downing some of the coldest beers and sharing each other’s company. It wasn’t rare for these two to go out together, it also wasn’t rare for these two to be locked in some sort of competition. It was if the English Vs Aussie tradition just flowed through their veins at all hours of the day and night.  

As the two finished up their last course, they had ordered another round of drinks, it wasn’t long until those said drinks were placed on the table before them and that’s when the games began. Their attention shifted from each other up to the large TV’s on the wall that were displaying several sports, however their attention was solely on the one that had two teams of grown men chasing a round ball around a field looking for goals. Football to some, while Soccer to others. They each had picked a team and the game of shots had started, the rules were simple. If a member of your team received a foul, that was two shots, if your team was yellow carded that was one shot, if your team was red carded that was three. If the opposing team to your team scored a goal, you had to down a full pint, penalties against your team were one shots each and if your team scored a goal, you had to take two shots. Did you get all that? I surely hope so.

The next ninety minutes for some might have been a blur but for Evie and her male companion it was almost too easy as they both at different times had to consume a multiple array of shots and drinks. At the end the whistle sounded but the scores were locked up at one all which you all know means it had to go into extra time and while you know what they say it’s double or nothing in over time so the amount of alcohol that was consumed almost surpassed the entire game. With Leicester and Derby locked in a heated battle it wasn’t long until Leicester scored another goal followed by another locking up the game at three to one meaning of course his chosen team has won.

The two had jumped up from their seats and he turned to Evie to gloat, however, no words were found instead it was just her lips on his, or was it his lips on hers? Either way the chance for gloating was replaced for what Aussies would call a pash. Their lips met at first, before they parted to looked at each other. Her hands ran up his chest before they reached his shoulders, holding him there. His hands rand down her sides and sat proudly on her hips before, they eagerly kissed again. Their lips parting as they intertwined, his hands move from her hips to the back of her neck, so he could deepen the kiss, while Evie’s right hand ran up to behind his head, her nails gently dragging against his skin as they embraced. Completely ignoring the people around, them, in this moment they felt alone. Evie stepped up closer to him, her body now pressed against his, as her tongue slid gently at first inside his mouth to dwell with his, however as polite as they two tried to be the tension pushed them to be more aggressive but delicate. It wasn’t until they were deep in this kiss that the realisation of what they were both doing ripped them apart.

His eyes meet hers as he removed his hands from her body, hers flashed up to look into his as she did the same and the two just looked at each other nervously.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I’m so sorry.”

Was all she could whisper, while he just nervously smiled.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Yeah, me too… pub?”

He didn’t want this night to end on this awkward note so he presented them with an out.

##

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Hold up, you made out with Ben Jordan?”

The scene flicked back to the modern day and time with Odette and Evie deep in conversation, Evie was just looking at Odette with a hint of shyness in her presence. While Odette was looking at her like a proud mother. Evie didn’t have to say anything she just nodded confirming Odette’s suspicion.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Do you know how many people are going to be like, I knew this was going to happen? I totally knew they were going to hook up. Not to mention how fucking awkward is this going to be at work on Sunday night? I love it.”

Evie just looked at Odette who was now chuckling to herself, this was funny, well the whole cheating thing wasn’t funny to her but the whole situation that Evie was in was just going to play into people’s hands.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Oh, MY GOD, you cheated on your Mundo with Ben Jordan, this is the greatest… that friendship you just struck up with Jamie is going to null and void and you can bet that Sammi is going to slap the taste of Jordan out of your mouth on Sunday night.”

Evie’s eyes narrowed, she knew damn well that she had just burnt her bridges with that group and that their “friendships” were probably going to be over. Not only that she hadn’t heard from Ben Jordan since, so work this Sunday night was going to be turmoil.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You think I care about all of that? I have to tell Mi Mundo what happened, so laugh all you want Odette as my small percentage of happiness just combusts around me.”

Her voice was low and bitter; however, she wasn’t truly mad at Odette she was furious at herself. She had just lit a match and thrown it on her damn house and now she had to stand back and watch it burn to the ground and just pray that some of her valuables could withstand the fire. That’s when the look on Odette’s face shifted from humoured to serious, she hadn’t thought of Evie now feeling alone. She didn’t have the words right now to fix this, however she could offer Evie a piece of comfort as she draped her arm over Evie’s shoulders and pulled her into her side for a forced hug. Evie’s body squirmed under this touch of compassion, she wasn’t used to it and it felt weird to her knowing that someone cared for her. As she tried to wriggle free Gabriel made his way back over towards them both with a disturbed look on his face.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Do I even want to know?”

Lucas ran up behind Gabriel and ran straight into the back of his legs, causing Odette to giggle. Giving Evie the best excuse to escape this hug as she wormed her out from underneath Odette’s arm as she was to focused on her son who was terrorizing his father. The freedom and the giggles were short lived as once they were all done swooning over the child Gabriel put them all back to work Lucas included who was now pretending to be the referee.

##

The scene quickly shifts to later that night, both Evie and Odette are standing in the middle of the six-sided ring inside Gabriel’s training compound. The lights in the building have been cut, but the girls are still seen from the moon light that is radiating in from the windows. Evie who is standing to the back is resting up against the ropes, looking towards the camera. She has a pair of ripped black jeans on, her mid drift slightly on display while her big black thick wolf fur (fake of course) coat drowns her. The hoodie is draped over her head, however shades of her black hair with bright purple ombre can be seen. Her arms a folded across her chest as she looks for the camera towards Odette. The older of the two Odette is standing to the front of the ring, she is wearing a pair of black pin point heels, light blue skin hugging jeans, with a white tank top. Her long brown hair is up in a high-power ponytail while she looks directly at the camera before them. It had been a while since had been place in front of a camera, or done a promotional however, no one single drop of fear could be found in her tall dominant presence.  With a simple lick of her glossed lips Odette got this one under way.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “It’s been a while.”

Her trademark white smile was on display as she took a step towards the camera before Mrs Stevens continued.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “I would like to take this moment in time to thank the fans for welcoming me back into Sin City Wrestling, with open arms and for the people who ever doubted me…”

Odette graciously flipped the camera off before letting out a slight giggle.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Now let’s get down to business, this week at Climax Control I find myself officially back inside the six-sided Sin City Wrestling ring… when I team up with the enigma that is known as Evie Baang and we get to go after the team of Remi and Edie. Wow, the commentators are going to have a field day when Evie and Edie step inside the ring together this Sunday, talk about a tongue twister bound to happen.”

She paused so everyone could catch up before she quickly set back off on her promotional.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “I can’t wait to be back in California, showing these relatively new girls a thing or two about how things used to go down in Sin City Wrestling, you see it seems to me people are getting to caught up trying to make new legacies that they are forgetting the golden bombshells who build this division, so they could be fortunate enough to work in. I’m talking about the likes of Misty Waters, Vixen, Necra and myself... who build this division from the floor up that seem to be forgotten when people go talking about the Bombshell division… by the likes of Mikah, Kate and Delia… it’s okay truly it is, because this Sunday night I’m going to send a gentle reminded that I might have been a blast from the past bombshell in the eyes of most of Sin City Wrestling, but I can promise you… I’m not past my prime, I’m not out of my depth and that I can and I will be a part of this Grace and Mean Girls era that everyone seems to be harping on about. Unfortunately, that message must be sent through Remi and Edie and now please let it be clear that I have nothing against these girls, everything will be left in the ring, I however, don’t plan on taking it easy on them. I have a proud wrestling name to protect and well, do you really think I’m going to let my husband down?”

A slight chuckle from Evie, breaks Odette’s train of thought for a second as she turns back to glare at her tag team partner who lifts her hands up in innocence. Odette returns her attention back towards the camera and sets off speaking again.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “So, Edie and Remi, don’t take this match personally this weekend at Climax Control… It’s just if by proving my worth to Sin City Wrestling I must beat you, I’m well… I’m going to beat you. I mean the fact I even have to prove myself is beyond a joke, nevertheless I built my career on proving people wrong… so Tommy Knocks, I hope you’re ready to eat a bag of dicks when I gracefully walk back into Sin City Wrestling and steal the spotlight with such ease and I cement my place in Sin City Wrestling… hell I might just even use your precious little Sam Marlowe to do the trick.”

That wicked smirk was now on her face, one that the Sin City Wrestling fans knew all too well.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Now Edie and Remi, I look forward to seeing you Sunday and may the better team win.”

Odette took a step back and Evie pushed herself off the ropes as the camera turned more towards her.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “May the best team win? Ha, fuck me… Excuse my tag team partner who seems to be suffering from a lapse of judgement… because the result on Sunday is crystal fucking clear. Odette and I are going to walk into Climax Control with one set action in mind and that’s to rip Team Technicolor to shreds. Fuck me, are you kidding me Odette with this nice girl bullshit? There is no time or place to be nice and I’m sure as hell aren’t going to be nice to Remi and Edie on Sunday night.”

Evie’s voice was harsh, to the point and demanding of your attention.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Now Odette might be promising that this match is going to be all rainbows and kisses but I can assure you, once I step into the ring the vomit of colour is going to be overshadowed by the poise of darkness. The happiness will shift to sadness and the good old fashion, love of the fight is going to change into the fight for survival. I’m not here to just kick it back and hang with the bottom dwellers. I signed to Sin City Wrestling to be the top of my field and now week after week I get to witness Mark Ward cream himself in delight as he throws tag team threats my way. You honestly think that confining me to the tag team ranks that I’ll lose focus on what’s truly important? Do you really think I’ll lose my need to brutalize and punish your bland Women’s division? Save your sweet dreams for the bed room Mark because you’re going to learn restraining me the facing people like The Fallen and Team Fruit Loops Vomit is going to back fire on you, so hard and so fast.”

She stops to turn side on with the camera, adjusting her focus towards the moon light so the shine can highlight across her face to see her snarl.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, Remi and Edie… you have one man to blame for the outcome this Sunday night and that’s Mr Mark Ward himself. In fact, if you two think you’re going to walk out of this one unharmed you have another thing coming for you. A message needs to be delivered, so consider yourselves as my carrier pigeons. I’m going to tear this little pathetic attempt of a sisterly love tag team apart and expose it for what it is, that being the Remi show… and what Remi wants, Remi gets no matter how or why… leaving Edie out in the cold. I mean Edie where was Remi when you needed her after your predictable divorce from Caleb? Oh, that’s right she was getting spit roasted by Johnny and Ryan. Where was your sister all those nights you were alone, with no one to turn to? Oh, that’s right… she was out buying the Plan B. Where was your treasured sister Edie when you needed her the most? That’s right… she wasn’t there so what makes you think she is going to save you at Climax Control? What makes you think that rainbow haired mole is going to fucking stand up for you and fight for you? Because newsflash she won’t she’ll have her head in the clouds, moaning to the thoughts of Ryan Keys.”

That wicked smile was still on her face as she continued.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “This Sunday is going to be a play date, and I’m not talking about when Key’s squirts his kids on your face and they slide down your cheek… Remi. I’m talking about the fact that Odette and I will walk over you and make your sisterly bond look like a forced arrangement. I’d like to say it’s nothing personal, I mean you guys haven’t done anything against me, right? Well let’s just say I put full fucking responsibility of Bad Company falling apart on your shoulders and that right there, that’s enough to warrant me coming after you in revenge. Had it not been for your fuckery and you two leeching onto Caleb and Johnny, who fucking knows that they could have turned into? But no… you just had to sink your teeth into them because you were desperate for attention. You wanted your careers to take off, I mean what better way right? The female tag team of the moment attaches themselves to the male tag team of the moment. The whole beginning of my career was for nothing, you wasted my time and now I have to make up for it… and lord have mercy on your fucking souls this Sunday night because I sure as shit won’t.”

Evie turned back to the camera before finishing her part of the promotional.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “We’ll see you Sunday night and on that same night Sin City Wrestling will finally realise that there is a true tag team on the scene that everyone should be worried about… and that’s our team.”

Evie turn back to Odette who just smiles as the scene slowly faded to black.

 <FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Climax Control Sunday night is going to be an eye opening night I mean we will get to witness a tag team battle through a tough spot proving to everyone that even the hardest challenges can be fixed if you just stick together… or we will witness a successful tag team fall into pieces… we might even get to see Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean two of SCW top faces go toe to toe in the middle of the ring… three things all up in the air but there is one thing I can tell you for sure. I will make Amelia Marshall my little bitch, I will use her as a smoke signal that I will send out to the rest of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshells Kate Steele might have my number for now but NO ONE else on our roster ever will… and if I so happen to accept Kate’s challenge I can promise you… she will not get away from me. So Kate, SCW Bombshells and Mark Ward please I beg of you to watch what I do to precious Amelia on Sunday night because when the dust settles… she’ll be laid out, she’ll be an example of and there is nothing Mark Ward can do to punish me because it will be all left in the ring… maybe.”

Ben’s look on his face shifted from a smirk to a look of concern she couldn’t be serious? He had a lot to learn about his tag team partner still. Evie just looked down at Ben staring into his big blue eyes and smiled.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Another thing I know for sure is that this team right here or Ben Jordan and Evie Baang will be a marker of what future tag team partners will wish they could be like when they first start out. Ben and I might not see eye to eye we might be polar fucking opposites but we will work as a team if we need to and we will show Jamie Dean and Amy Marshall that it doesn’t matter how long you guys have been friends or how long you two have known each other… Ben and I will work together fluidly and forcefully we will leave Climax Control with our hands raise in the air as victors and we will walk away with the win.”

Evie rested her arm over Ben’s shoulder and leant on him as Ben just looked at her and smiled.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Oh and Jamie or Amy if either of you want to pull some bullshit after the match you can bet your balls, I’ll have this guys back. So in my final words Amelia… don’t hold back on Sunday night… and do the right thing… don’t tag out… take the beatings like the fucking pathetic punch box that you are because trust me cum-cakes you’ll be dragged over the coals and will have the life beaten out of you. See you on Sunday Jamie and Amy and remember help us, help you by knowing your roles and just accepting your fate… for I pray that God has mercy on your souls, because I sure as hell won’t.”

And the smile on Ben’s face shifted from happy to shock as Evie almost ended this promotional on a good note but once again she had to take a jab at his friends. Shaking his head from side to side the cameras slowly faded on a smiling Aussie and a concerned Brit. There we have it boys and girls… an unlikely tag team has juts vowed to be victorious but can they and will they?

  Well what a week it has been for me and well you, I’d say thank you for sitting through the start of my story but fuck you, you loved it. What a pleasant trip down memory lane it was and what an eye opening experience it was to see that I took a chance on Mi Mundo and it has so far paid off, I’m such a lucky girl and trust me after our dinner date... I was a lucky girl multiple times that night.

Ah now let’s get down to business, let’s get down to why we are all really here... this Sunday night Climax Control... for Sin City Wrestling, the Halloween edition show... the second chance for Alexis Edwards to prove to each and every one of you that her lost to me in our last match wasn’t really a loss... I mean she does have a point I never made her tap out, I never pinned her but home girl couldn’t fucking’ finish the match. She could barely fucking stand and yet here she is standing up each week in the ring claiming that Jasmine St Cum-cakes screwed her over. Like can you not get your own material now Alexis? Or do you just have your head so far up J2H’s arse that you’re now spitting our verses of J2Hism? No disrespect James, you know I fucking hate you but still I can respect you and she’s a follower you wouldn’t want on your team.  

So here we are, here is where it all boils down and Alexis Edwards gets a grand second chance at defeating me.

Chances, chances, chances...

I gave Alexis a chance once; I gave her a moment to show her true colours to me because I once had faith that she and I could be friends… turns out like all the times before I was right in believing that friendships are just fairy tales. I thought Alexis was cool I thought she could be someone I could have in my life that was until she showed herself to be the major disappoint that she is today. It’s okay trust me when I say this I didn’t cry over her disappointing ways, I took the chance and showed the world who she really is and that’s still that pathetic little nobody who doesn’t stand a chance of improving her status in the real world.

Sorry Lexi, but you’re stuck in the mud and trust me not even your alliance with Misty, Celeste or the Staggs will save you. You might think you have chanced but you’re still the flat tedious little nobody that you were before you went off to miracle rehab to work on your anger. You had anger issues? You’re like a fucking house cat, so fucking tame, so fucking predictable... so not worth the ownership.

I don’t even know why I’m entertaining this rematch; the results will be the same as our first match up. I’ll beat you, you’ll cry and say that I never beat you and you’ll make up some bullshit excuse about how and why I didn’t beat you because let’s face it you’re pitiable like that. What will you do this week Alexis blame the referee again for stopping the match to protect you? You’re lucky Jasmine was on your side because trust me I was just getting warmed up and tossing you around the ring like a rag doll was becoming dreary. You’re lucky that Jasmine had enough sense to sense the danger that you were really in and she saved you. You should be fucking thanking that bitch, not hating on her. You walked out of Violent Conduct, well you were carried out... you should be thankful that you’re able to stand today because if the match continued I can promise you, you’d be fucking wheelchair bound...

And all of your loved ones would be calling you, wheels right about now. So appreciate that Jasmine saved you, you ungrateful bitch.

But yet instead of knowing your place, which is beneath me you showed up to Climax Control and you issued a challenge for a rematch and well things snow balled from there and the following week, you were demanding an answer from me and I will telling the world about how weak and stupid you really were and that’s when you tried to play mind games with me. That’s when you took a huge leap forward and planted your lips onto mine and for what Alexis? Did you really think that would rattle me? Did you really think that would play with my mind? It’s child’s play. I saw you skipping off acting like you had just gotten inside my mind and that I would just bow to you and let you in there... that’s why I played fire with fire and showed you that you’ll never be in my mind and yet I’ll always be in yours. You see this weekend when you can’t beat me, you’ll always think about me as the girl that got away... as the challenge you could never conquer... the bitch that you can’t defeat and it will eat you alive. It will consume you and I fucking hope that it pushes you over the edges so we can get rid of this fucking washed up trailer trash somebody and the REAL Alexis Edwards can be returned to us.

I mean what satisfaction are you getting out of being nice Alexis? It can’t be a victorious feeling because so far you’re coming up empty handed in the times and in the matches that matter the most. It must suck knowing that you went through months of rehab to find yourself only to come out being more lost than ever? I feel sorry for you. You could be so much more and yet here you are being nothing... doing nothing... accomplishing nothing..

Enough about you Alexis, I mean there’s not much left to unwrap, just know that if you were looking for an impact last Sunday night with that lip lock... the only impact you got was from the hardening cock of Steve Ramone.

Nevertheless this Sunday night I have also have a chance... A chance to show the world once again that I’m more than what Alexis can handle when we go one on one at Climax Control. Not just any Climax Control but the Halloween edition, fucking child’s play. I hate this fake, made up holiday almost as much as I hate Valentine’s Day it’s a day made up by big companies so they can suck the money right out of your pockets and year after year everyone falls for it.

It’s also just another day for women to dress up as sluts or cats or my favourite slutty fucking cats… I wonder how many naughty nurses Sin City Wrestling will have this year? Or how many Witches will walk the back hallways pretending that they are spooky… If you’re begging to know what costume I’ll be wearing, you’ll be pleased to know I’m going as my mother fucking self. I don’t need to dress up to instil fear into the fans or the competition, I can do that wearing a pair of tight dark levis jeans and a white t-shirt for Christ sake because unlike everyone else on this roster I am who I say I am and unlike them I don’t need to hide behind a gimmick.

Like pretending to be somebody when in reality I’m nobody...

Alexis Fucking Edwards, everybody.

Now like my father always said “a Chance is a weapon if you know how to use it” and trust me I know how to take a chance and use it to its full potential. This Sunday night I have a chance to show everyone that my last match with Alexis wasn’t a screw job, it wasn’t a Jasmine St-What’s-Her-fucking-Face muck up, it was what it was and that was a blood bath that Alexis couldn’t swim out of, so Jasmine made the right call in stopping the match… it will be another chance but nothing will change this Sunday night when history repeats itself.

Time and time again.

You’ll hear Justin at the end of our match proudly say “And your winner... Evieeee Baang” I don’t need a crystal ball, I don’t need to be a slutty witch, nurse or cat to tell you that... because it’s just history repeating itself. It’s just Alexis Edwards shot at a second chance, just back firing in her face and it’s just plainly and simply because I am that much better than her.

 Patience is a virtue I mean that’s what we have always been told right? Good things come to those who wait? I call bullshit good things only come to those who work their arses off and go out of their way to accomplish them. I have never been the type of girl who just sits back and waits for something; I’m not the type of girl who just waits for things to happen for her. I’m the type of girl who goes out of her way to make an impact, who goes out of her way to smash her goals and I’m the type of girl who always no matter what ALWAYS ends up getting what she wants. It might not happen straight up but I can promise you once I have my eyes set on something, once I have my heart set on something I’m unstoppable and right now my eyes are spying two people in Sin City Wrestling in particular.

Two top notch champions who can’t seem to keep their noses out of my business when it comes to Twitter and that’s Crystal and Kate… anyone would think they have the same ghost writer the way they both come at me on Social Media, acting like a bunch of jealous housemaids… let’s just say this loud and clear ladies. I see you and for the sake of your championships I beg you to stay off my radar because one more little slip of your fingers and I’ll have no issues in embarrassing you both. Airing you both out as the frauds that you are, get it, got it, good.

Now where was I? Oh that’s right I was talking about not being a patient person. Now to me Patience is not the ability to wait but how you act while you’re waiting and trust me I’m waiting for something but that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit around craving it all day. I’m going to take the bull by the horns as they say and I’m going to ruin the waiting game each and every week on Climax Control when Mark Ward and Christian Underwood start throwing REAL competition in my direction.  I mean Alexis Edwards was all bells and whistles and now she wants a rematch, I don’t think so. She had her chance when she came at me for Violent Conduct but let’s look back at the tape shall we? Let’s see who was still standing at the end of the match? Let’s take note of who was the only one willing to have the match continue while Alexis had to get carried off because she couldn’t finish what she started. Sweet little Alexis couldn’t keep up and she thinks another match will show her worth? I highly doubt it.

However let’s ignore the past and move onto the future when this week I get to go one on one with Sin City Wrestling staple Jessie Salco, ah yes the Jessie Salco. The same one who has been here for years but just can’t quite make it to the top of her division, she gets so close all the time only to be knocked down each and every time she steps up to the plate. I guess this match this week she will think she has it easy I mean I’m still considered the new girl but I can assure you, I’m not to be over looked. It doesn’t matter how long I have been in SCW the answer is still the same greatness is still and will always be greatness no matter the time line, no matter the age and that right there is a lesson that Jessie Salco will learn this Sunday night.

Ah yes a lesson; knowing that her climb to the top will once again be cut short when she tastes defeat at my hands. I’d like to say I’m sorry Jessie but let’s be honest I couldn’t care about your urge to climb the SCW mountain because I’m too focused on my own climb to the top. You see your whole career has been built on your ability to be patient about your ability to just wait and have title chances thrown at you, while mine Salco will be built on taking opportunities grabbing onto them and strangling the life out of them. I mean it when I say I will put the SCW Bombshell division on notice and what I did to Alexis at Violent Conduct is only just a preview of what I can do. So what makes you think that you’ll be able to defeat me? This Sunday night you’ll learn that good things don’t come to those who wait, you’ll learn that people who wait get crushed, stomped on and ruined while the ones who want to achieve race on and capture their opportunities.

It’s just a game to some Jessie but to me this is what I was born to do and I will show you this on Sunday night when I drag you through that gates of hell and leave you there to burn up and die. Some people say I’m over the top dramatic but I can assure you that even the devil doesn’t understand how I know my way around the depths of the unknown so well. I just tell him that’s it’s my filthy little secret.

So until then Jessie I will see you on Saturday night and I just pray to the SCW Gods that you’re not a total disappointment like Alexis Edwards.  I also pray for Kate and Crystal that my competition with you is enough to tame the bitch within who is just chomping at the bit to make them both stand up and realise that their days as champions in Sin City Wrestling are numbered.

It’s only a matter of time until I get what I want…

And waiting for it isn’t an option.

Feel free to take a seat on the sidelines Jessie and watch one of the newest Bombshell’s in SCW claim what you want before you.

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The scene opens up inside Evie Baang’s familiar treehouse style home in Washington State. The rain is falling outside and tapping against the glass windows, something she was used too since moving here a while back. The SCW Aussie could be seen inside her living room she was standing up with a black silk robe wrapped around her body being held together with a simple sink tie. She was looking down at a man who was sitting on the big black leather chair in front of her. His face couldn’t be seen in any way nor could a sneaky reflection of his facial features could be zoomed in on. He was still her man of mystery and she would do whatever she could in her power to keep him that way. She didn’t want his life at risk since his life was no tied to hers. The figure sat in the leather chair looking across the room at Evie who was just a few small steps away from him. His body was covered in a navy blue business suit, while his black hair was styled to perfection. It was clear to see from the small bits of evidence that were on display he was extremely wealthy he was a high profile business man who had multiple companies banked under his name. This was probably another reason why their love was forbidden and was such a secret.

“Who is this Jordan Fella and why does he have to babysit you like a child?”

His voice was loud and proud but it was also smothered in a thick posh English accent, Evie’s Mi Mundo was from England although he livid all around the world as his real estate expanded from England, America, Australia and Russia. Evie just looked down at her lover, her long brown hair pulled to the side as she looked down at him with a smirk on her face. He was jealous an expression she had never seen in him before.

“I don’t know anyone called Jordan.”

Evie licked her glossed lips as she took a step towards her boyfriend, swaying her hips as she walked, trying her best to tempt him. She didn’t have to try hard as his eyes were locked on her and her alone and she could feel them burning into her skin. He was reading her, trying to find out what she was hiding from him.

“Don’t be smart with me, Evie”

His tone was firm as he demanded answers from her without even asking a question. The Aussie just flicked her hair to the side and smirked hoping she would snap him out of possessive way of mind that he was in.

“He is just a friend; you have nothing to worry about.”

Evie took another step towards the apple of her eye and she went to take a seat on his lap but he held up his right hand opening it holding out his palm as if to say stop. She just followed his command like a lost little puppy who was pleading for acceptance.

“I will not sit back and watch something like this unfold before me, you know that.”

He sounded harsh, his sounded bitter and he sounded angry something that was very new to Evie for months they had been together and she had never seen him so vulnerable to her. He was buying into the rumours and the rubbish that was following her somewhat friendship with her work college Ben Jordan. The fact that he was even concerned about this tore Evie apart, there was one thing she knew she needed in life and that was him and right now he was second guessing it. As Evie stood there not being able to take a seat on his lap she thought of something else to break the tension, she needed to break this horrible icy situation between them.

“How about you watch something undress before you instead?”

She started to pull on the ties of her robe hoping that her body would distract him but as the robe fell apart to display her lacy number she had on his right hand reached out and grabbed on to her wrist.

“I’m not playing games Ms Baang”

His very expensive watch was now on display as his hand was out stretched and grabbing onto her flesh. Evie looked down at him her eyes were horrified she had never seen him life this, she knew that she needed to defuse this situation before it blew up. She pushed past him and took a seat on his lap she was now looking down at him, her hands came up to cup each side of his well-defined face as she gazed into his eyes.

“Nor am I Mi Mundo, I only have eyes for you. I only want you and I will only be with you. You are what I want”

Her Australian accent had never seemed so thick as she searched his eyes for answers, she was pleading with him to believe her. He could feel her heart racing a million miles a minute as she gazed down at him like a lost sick puppy who needed its master.

“And why should I believe you?”

His voice was still firm and he refused to lay a single hand on her body as she sat there on top of him looking at him as if he was her life source. He was harsh with her at times but that’s what Evie needed she needed someone who would pull her into line, who would protect her but still give her all the space and time in the world. She continued to look up and down at him her eyes beaming into his as she licked her lips nervously, parting her lips she finally spoke he could tell that she was concerned but he knew whatever Evie said next was going to be the stone cold truth.

“Because I belong to you”

As soon as those five words left her lips his hands found their home on her hips and he pulled her into him. The space between them was eaten away within seconds as he crushed his lips onto hers lifting her up to reposition her closer to him. That’s what he needed to hear from her that she belonged to him and him alone. The cloud of doubt just disappeared over them as the two go reconnected after spending a good couple of days apart. It was hard for the two to be in each other’s lives at times but they would always fight for their time together even if that meant globe hopping to accomplish it. As they were greedy people who didn’t believe in waiting for a good thing, when they could simply go out and catch it.

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The screen lights up but the background instantly goes back to black before a scroll of words starts to read up the dark screen. The words are accompanied by a voice, the voice that belongs to Evie Baang.

“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie… how on earth did you get so fucking unlucky? To have to face me in the prime of my short wrestling career in Sin City Wrestling must be daunting to you. It must be eating you up inside. Who did you piss off to be fed to the lion huh? Who didn’t you please backstage to be thrown into the den? It’s all valid questions that no doubt you are asking yourself and with good reason. I mean our paths in Sin City Wrestling had no reason to cross but yet this weekend at Climax Control you and I will go one on one in the middle of the six sided ring and battle it out for two very different reasons. You wish to be taken seriously and you wish to be seen in the light heading towards the World Bombshell Championship, while I just have a hunger to hurt people that needs to be satisfied.”

The words stop for a brief moment and the soft sounds of Anthem of the year 2000 starts drumming over the sound system.

“Oh yes, if you thought this was going to be a friendly bout between two SCW Bombshell’s you need to think again because nothing would please me more than to rip your limb from limb just for the fun of it. Oh and before you think to yourself she’s only joking, take a look at Alexis Edwards look at her scarred body, look at her beaten and bruised torso and smashed up face… do you think I’m still kidding? Because I can assure you little girl I don’t play well with others, I destroy them.”

Another pause occurs to break up the words, giving the viewers time to take them all in.

“I also don’t share very well and this weekend we have to share the same ring and we have to share the same spotlight for our match… let’s get one thing clear it will be our time but it will be my moment and in my moment I plan on showing the rest of the Bombshell’s why they shouldn’t be worried about Celeste returning or why they shouldn’t care about Crystal Millar… that they should be concerned about me. The nightmare from down under! The bitch that doesn’t care about anything or anyone! The woman who is on this roster for one reason and one reason only, my mother fucking self and my game plan is simple, make everyone pay and sprint my way to the top while everyone sits around waiting for handouts.”

Her creepy laugh echoes before the words continue.

“So this weekend it all lies on your shoulders, the weight of the bombshell division sits there and it will be up to you to prove to them all that I’m stoppable… it’s a tall ask but I have no doubt that in your mind you think you stand a chance against me, while I can assure you Jessie Salco you simply do not. You will be just another pawn in this game that I will move around the chess board with ease. I will manipulate you in ways you can’t even fathom to get what I want and what I want is to be rid of you and how I plan on doing that is easy. I’m going to beat you at Climax Control.”

Another pause just for dramatics really  

“I’m going to air you out and hang you from the corners and display each and every single one of your weaknesses, I will ground you. I will out wrestle you and just like Addams family says I’ll make sure it’s clearly seen that I will play with my food before I eat it. You’re the rat and I’m the cat and there is nothing you can do about it even your years of wrestling experience won’t save you, not even you posse of unwashed metal rockers… not even your invisible Pokémon friends.”

Another soft giggle hits the airways before she continues

“I even dare your tag team partner Amy Marshall to take a step towards me because she will just be knocked down.”

Is that a challenge I see?

“Nothing will stop me from getting what I want and what I want for you is for you to taste the bitter sweetness of the Toxic Maid and once your down and out I’ll make short work in capitalizing and making you my next SCW trophy. It’s okay you’ll be in good company hanging by your neck next to Alexis Edwards by my fireplace.”

He Aussie accent is thick and strong as she starts to wrap this one up.

“This Sunday night Jessie you will learn the hard way that you can’t beat something you don’t understand and trust me girl you couldn’t figure me out even if you had the whole team if might minds in this world helping you.  You see you know every little about me and yet I know so much about you so don’t think for one second I won’t play those cards… I know how you played in nXt I know how you think you succeeded with Punk Mental Connection and I know what your current goal is in Sin City Wrestling… I will control and abuse my knowledge that I have on you and I will use it to gain victory over you this Sunday night and I can promise you not one simple fuck will be given.”

And within a matter of seconds the final line is spoken.  

“See you Sunday Jessie and may god have mercy on your soul because I sure as hell won’t.”

Fade

  Expectations, we’re meant to live by them right? We’re meant to exceed them, be them, live them, embrace them and smash through the glass ceiling. You know the same old “High Expectations are the key to everything” “Always have high expectations for yourself” You know the same nonsense that gets drilled into you when you’re a small child? In hopes that one day you will take this all on board to better yourself. You take this all in so your parents don’t have to worry about you being disappointed in life, so they don’t have to see you struggle while you deal with something less than the best.

In life I’m a firm believer that you make the best with what you have and when you learn to accept what you are given, instead of what you expect. You’ll have fewer disappointments.

High expectations to me are poison, a poison that gets leaked into our veins at a young age, so we can strive for picture perfect lives. Yet what’s the antidote for this poison when you don’t reach your high and mighty pedestal, what’s the antidote for failing your high expectations? It’s depression, its failure, its self-destruction. Why are we so hell bent on wanting to succeed at everything when in all likelihood being the best at everything, or having the best of everything or being simply the best is a farfetched idea? Sure people may claim to be the best, but what is the bar? Who set it, how does one know who is truly the best in the world at anything? When records are made, they are broken; when accomplishments are achieved a long list of followers will follow.

Just like how the blind lead the blind, repeat, repeat, repeat.

I understand that people only want the best for themselves but we live in a time where even the best isn’t enough. It’s a status symbol. Is a Rolls-Royce really that much superior to a Hyundai? I mean in all honesty the car services the same function from getting from destination A to B, so why do we place the Rolls on the higher pedestal and the Hyundai is shafted to the gutter? Appearance, that’s all it is. It’s not a functionality issue it’s an appearance issue and once you appear to be the best or to have the best of everything, only then can you be happy. Only then can you sit down at the end of each day and reflect on how your high expectations have been met, by filling a shell of emotional overbearing selfishness.

So what does this all have to do with me? Well let me spell it out for you, ever since I stepped foot into Sin City Wrestling I have been surrounded by high expectations. When I first walked out with Johnny and Caleb everyone was expecting high and mighty things from Bad Company and look what happened? You crushed that dream for us, when you placed the weight of the world on our shoulders and Caleb couldn’t handle the pressure so he cracked, fracturing the brotherhood between himself and Johnny and now where is Johnny? No one knows, not even I do. Sure you can all stand back and say that we were doomed from the very beginning, but unlike the rest of you we didn’t have any expectations on ourselves we just wanted to come in and kick the living shit out of everyone who stood in our way. That’s all we wanted to do, no high expectations, we just wanted to have fun. We just wanted to beat the shit out of everyone but alas look at us now, separated and torn apart all because of others selfish expectations.

Bad Company will always be in my heart, I will always defend them. They are my boys regardless of the fucked up things they do.

Now since going solo all I have heard is the buzz around me, everyone has high expectations on me. Look at Tommy Knocks’ last Hotwire poll, a shocking sixty-nine percent of people voted for me to have the most immediate impact on my debut. Like that isn’t a high expectation? That isn’t them placing me in big shoes that I’m now forced to fill. All I wanted to do is get my hands onto Alexis and break the false little nobody that she claims that she is. There should be no high expectations around that right? Wrong? Every day I hear the chatter, I hear the rumours I hear everyone’s expectations about it. I don’t care for them I never will, because I don’t have an expectation of what is going to happen I have a reality and the reality is, she will fall to her knees in front of me and she will be exposed for the fraud that she is. It’s simple. No high expectations needed, it’s practically written in stone.

The new dye job isn’t fooling anyone sweetheart, you’ll be caught, tied up and exposed to be the little pathetic piece of meat that you are soon enough and nothing will satisfy me more to shred you down to little pieces revealing you.

Now this week I find myself facing people’s high expectations, can the new girl beat the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion? Can the new girl break through that class ceiling and shock the world by being more than just an “enhancement” talent? Isn’t that what Crystal called me? The bottom the of the barrel, that’s rich coming from her the Champion with the slippery fingers that are just poised and ready to slide off her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship faster than how she won it. I think that was her cute way of telling me to stay in my lane, that’s adorable Crystal now stay in your own and don’t catch my attention, you don’t want my attention because once I have my eyes locked on something I stop at nothing until I get it, however unlike you it doesn’t take me sixteen attempts to reach greatness. It will only take me one.

Kate Steele will learn that this Sunday night, she has high expectations that she is going to walk in to Climax Control and choke me out. Lucky for me, I’ve got an impressive gag reflex and I’m not afraid to use it. So her proud heritage of beating and battering the women of Sin City Wrestling will come to a stop this Sunday night. I mean look at the last high expectation she had on herself, bragging that she was going to beat Veronica Taylor and now look who is wearing the Roulette Championship crown; the cancer of the Sin City Wrestling women’s division herself, little miss I can’t finish a promotional video to save myself Veronica “I like old balls dragged across my face” Taylor. I bet when she and Miles hit the sack together she’s the one who busts her nut.

That’s a visual I really fucking didn’t need to see, you’re a bad girl Evie.

Okay now since I’ve mentally scared myself let’s get back on topic about high expectations. Trust me when I say this, there is only four people in this world whose expectations of me that really matter. One and two being Odette and Gabriel. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be here right now and I wouldn’t be in this position to show the world just how damn great they both are, not only in the ring but at training the next generation of Sin City Wrestling Superstars and Bombshells. Showing Gabriel and Odette that their time and money they have invested in me was worth it, is all I need to drive me through these “mean” streets of the wrestling world and have faith in me when I say once I hit the highway at top speed, nothing will stop me.

Three my baby girl Calista, because her high expectations of me keep her alive and the moment I slip and fall we are both dead, don’t think for a single minute that I will ever put her in harms ways. She expects me to protect her and that’s all I have ever wanted to do, she is my rock, she is the only one I tell everything too, my best friend, my shelter and my better half. Calista is pure and kind, she’s fair too good for me so letting her down isn’t any option, exceeding her expectations is a must. Our lives depend on it.

Four, lucky number four goes to Mi Mundo the one who controls me, the one who takes me and tames me. Do you think that I would ever want to let him down? He’s my life line, the reason I have existence in my veins do you think that I would even think about faulting him? I know at times I do, but he knows that I would never do it on purpose; he knows that I always try my hardest to live up to his expectations of me. Yet the greatest things is, he doesn’t have any, he never asks anything of me, he just gives and receives and that right there ladies and gentlemen is why Mi Mundo is the key.

Now I can honestly sit here and say, since you have all painted your first impression on me from last week and you have no doubt labelled me with an expectation. It may be a high expectation it maybe a low one, it doesn’t matter because the outcome will always be the same. I don’t fucking accomplish things to please others; I do it to please myself. I don’t go out of my way to fill the needs of others when I only have to worry about myself and four others. If you want me to achieve greatness, know that I smash whatever goals you have for me with ease and I will raise them and well to the people who have low expectations of me prepare to have them shattered. To the people who have no expectations on me, the people who don’t care if I crash or burn, sink or swim you’re my type of fucking people, don’t ever change don’t ever sway away from that attitude because I can’t disappoint I can’t hinder and I can’t exceed them. It’s the perfect Zen.

With no expectations there are no disappointments. However disappointing a few people along the line wouldn’t be a bad thing, it happened to Amy-Jayne last week and this Sunday night I look at disappointing one of the best Sin City Wrestling Bombshells we have EVER had. It won’t be easy; it won’t be hard however I’m not expecting anything from it. It would be a mistake for me to set a high expectation on Kate Steele as she has already let me down by letting Veronica Taylor dismantle her and strip her of her title. I just hope that the Kate Steele that I get on Sunday night isn’t the same sleepy Kate Steele we saw weeks back. We can always hope as hoping and expecting are two completely different things. Kate Steele expects to win, the Sin City Wrestling universe expects Kate Steele to win and history dictates that Kate will win… but expecting is a crime and disappointment is always the punishment.

How many people will be punished on Sunday night? All of those who written me off and to those who have written me off, I hope you like the taste of defeat. I hear it’s a little tough, chewy and bittersweet. Bitter for you, sweet for me, proving people wrong is what I do best and what I do best is exceeding vacant expectations. It’s all a circle ladies and gents just a big cycle that goes round and round, it will all make sense in the end. Alrighty let’s get this show on the road and since I was talking about chewing and bittersweet things why don’t we wake up and start the day with some breakfast?

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We open up outside a small yet adorable tree house that’s lost in the middle of sea of land deep inside the State of Washington. There is the sound of soft rain hitting the tin roof of the tree house, while the native birds have come to life singing a beautiful song about the rising sun. To the birds the song is called “oh glorious morning” while to us humans it’s called “please shut the fuck up.” The sun is desperately trying to tear through the low cloud cover over head to finally make day break happen. However as the rain continues to trickle down the roof and onto the glass windows it looks as if the sun is fighting a losing battle today. The tree house is a double story domain with the top story consisting of a full floor bedroom and bathroom with a round hot tub in the middle; the bottom story has a small living room, a tiny but homely kitchen and a study. There is an outdoor shower that overlooks the views of the uninterrupted forest that surrounds the fully powered treehouse. Around both levels in a 360 degree balcony that overlooks each side of her land.

To some a treehouse would be a crazy place to live but for Evie it was pure peace of mind, she got to be who she was there and that was free. The inside of the treehouse was just proficiently decorated with soft whites, greys and creams as it softens the harshness of the maple tree that it’s wrapped in. Her taste in home decor maybe shocking to some as it surely didn’t have the wicked wild vibe that she gives off, it was pure and simple. Everything had a place and everything was clean and tidy. As the rain continued to cascade down the glass windows, another noise started to come to life from upstairs. It was a soft buzzing sound that was followed by a soft humming, that was followed by groaning and soft sharp gasps. The sounds were coming from upstairs so let’s venture up there shall we?

Inside the rather large openly spread out bedroom, a large homemade but very cool looking pallet bed was found in the middle of the room. Above the bed was a sunroof or well more like a moon-roof as Evie loved to call it. She was obsessed with the night’s sky and one of the advantages of living away from civilization was the beauty of not having a smoggy sky to deal with. Evie would spend hours looking up at the stars, for all those sleepless nights that seemed to haunt her. Sleep was the cousin of death to her so for most part her eyes were wide open. Though not right now as for right now Evie couldn’t be seen as she was covered in her thick plush light grey quilt cover. However even the thick plushness off the doona couldn’t cover the muffled sounds of the buzzing and groaning. The buzzing sound started to intensify as well as the muffled groans, with a quick draw back of the covers Evie exposes herself. Calm down she is wearing a matching set of black and blue Calvin Klein bra and panties.

“What did you expect to catch me in the nude? Tsk tsk, naughty audience.”

The buzzing sound continues and the object in her right hand comes to life, showing that it was her silver alarm clock. It was still vibrating in her hand, before she quickly shuts it off putting it back on her bedside table.

“Well I didn’t want to let anyone’s low expectations of me to go sour”

The bright white smirk of Evie Baang comes to life as she grins wildly.

“I thought I would fuck time, since time fucks with us, it’s only fair. Relax guys I’m kidding. Did you really expect me to be lying here exposed, with my legs divided while I was enjoying some alone time with a BOB? Come on I’ve read the rules, items of such graphic nature aren’t allowed. So if that’s what you were picturing you’ll have to grab some Vaseline and some tissues and close your eyes, for that dream to continue. The rest of us will wait; I mean it will take a whole thirty seconds am I right?”

Evie looks down at her gold IWC watch that is on her left wrist and waits a few seconds before stating a count down from ten to one.

“Three, two, one… Okay and they should be back with us now, so let’s get on with it shall we? Alrighty this is the point in time that you all rack off and let me get changed and I’ll meet you all again once I’m fully dressed.”

As Evie finishes speaking the lump beside her under the doona covers stirs groaning out loud. She wasn’t alone and instead of her face having a look of a deer in headlights the young Australian just smiles proudly.

“Mi Mundo is still sleepy I mean I can’t blame him, I think he strained his back doing the waterfall last night before we introduced the fit ball into our heated session. I really do feel sorry for him at times, while other times, I just really like to fucking feel him, deep inside me. So if you don’t mind, I think we’ll pick this one back up downstairs? So Mi Mundo can catch his breath and get some well-deserved restoration and recovery sleep. He’s flown all over the world this week I think he deserves some down time.”

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The art of promotional videos kicks in and after a few minutes we arrive downstairs in the middle of Evie’s cute country style kitchen. She is looking out her floor to ceiling length window while watching the rain continue to run down her glass while it continues to bucket down outside. She is dressed up in a cute pair of white ankle socks that have an adorable little bow on them, while her long muscular but thin legs are on display. Her thick thighs are on display as her legs are crossed as she is bent down with her elbows on the counter top as she hugs onto a cup of black coffee in her hands. She didn’t actually get dressed as she is just leaning up against her kitchen bench in a long sleeved button up male’s business shirt. The cuffs are down around her hands but she has pushed them back as she holds onto her steaming cup of coffee starting her day off right. The white business shirt is from esteemed British designer Desmond Merrion who for all of you simpletons is one of the finest tailors on London’s legendary Savile Row. She has pulled her long brown hair back into a high ponytail before she turns to look towards the audience, her face is free from makeup but that doesn’t change her natural beauty her face is flawless, for someone who doesn’t sleep very well her eyes are free from puffiness or black circles. With a quick smirk she rolls her tongue off her top row of teeth and starts her day off once again, this time a little bit more seriously.

“Oh my god, I miss you… I mean it’s been forever right? I’m also totally fucking kidding. I can’t believe I have to deal with this shit on my days off, can’t you see that I was a little bit busy last night? I should be busy right now. I mean it’s rare for Mi Mundo and I, to be at the same place at the same time. He flew in just to see me from a fancy charity event where he was raising money for Animal Awareness, I’m pretty sure last night we adopted a bear that was once raised in a Chinese circus. That’s the kind of man he is, he is loving, he is kind but he is also extremely busy and the Lord knows our time together is precious. Yet here I am talking to a bunch of fucking wankers who couldn’t give two shits because all they wanted to be is entertained. News flash we all have needs and right now my needs are to be deep in conversation with my man catching up with him or well to be getting a picture perfect look at his crystal clear eyes… my needs are not to be playing messenger to you guys. However Mr Ward and Mr Underwood have explained to me to get a story across you have to actually tell one, who fucking knew?”

With a sarcastic smirk she bringers her coffee cup to her lips and takes in a mouthful of the piping hot liquid before she swallows.

“I mean I could have been like the rest of the Bombshells on this roster who just flood you with unnecessary bullshit about what they do on an everyday bases but I thought hey let’s be different, let’s really shake the apple tree and pray that a cluster of grapes falls out. I mean let’s be out of the box thinkers and crank this division up a notch. I mean I could just bore you with long and boring segments about me being on a boat, me training in a ring, me being annoying and calling everyone a basic but I thought is that what the people of Sin City Wrestling really want? Do they want a fucking boring wash, rinse, repeat show? Nooo you need life and I’m here to give it to you, don’t get your hopes up I’m not going to give you mouth to mouth because let’s be honest some of you mother fuckers are a little bit handsy and will try and slip the tongue in and I don’t have time for those types of games. I mean I’m up for a little groping every now and then but there’s a time and a place and right now doesn’t suit me.”

Turning to look back out the window she sees that the rain is starting to plummet down and that relaxes her.

“Okay it’s time to get my hand off it and get this show on the road, last time we met you got to see a day in my life that is coming up in the future. Neat huh? Like flash forward, do I die, oh God I really fucking hope I don’t… however that’s still ages in the future. Right now it’s all about the present and presently I’ve got people asking me. Um excuse me Evie, like why were you standing in the middle of a warehouse with guns pointed in your direction? And why was your hot tech girl getting groped by the ugliest fucker we have ever seen? And who was that really tall guy who had a gun slammed into the back of your head just waiting to blow your brains out? How does a young hot Australian Shelia end up in a situation like that? Well my little cum cakes, it’s all because of my past and well I think it’s about time you all took a trip down memory lane to see where this all started and see why I’m like the way I am today…”

Turning to face the audience again she smirks before walking away from her window heading over towards her fridge she opens it quickly and takes a quick look around before a slight frown comes to life on her face.

“Fuck I was going to make waffles for breakfast.”

She reaches into her fridge and pulls out a small plate of strawberries and a can of whipped cream before she shuts the door. Turning on her heels she makes her way over towards the kitchen table, setting down the bowl of fruit and the can of whipped cream down to the side she smirks.

“Now while you all enjoy this nifty little flashback on how this all started. I’m going to get breakfast for myself and Mi Mundo sorted… however I seem to have run out of milk and eggs so I’ll just have to improvise by presenting myself after I call out breakfast”

She jumps up onto her dining table to take a seat looking towards the spiral staircase inside her treehouse and starts to unbutton the half buttoned up business shirt that would cost 8k alone before she grabs hold of one of the strawberries. Licking her lips Evie smiles knowing what’s about to unfold.

“Mi Mundo, breakfast is ready”

She waits and listens as she hears the sound of large footsteps above her head before the sound of them rushing down the spiral staircase. Evie quickly turns back to the audience.

“Don’t even fucking think about it, you don’t get to meet him and you don’t get to see him so fuck right off. I really hope you don’t have high or low expectations for the following flashback because well let’s be honest I’ve been disappointing people and satisfying people since day one… so I really couldn’t give two bobs if you do or don’t understand why it’s relevant. I’ll catch you all after the flashback, I mean gives us an hour or two, we’ve got a room to redecorate”

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June the 10th 1990

The sounds of loud moans and groans could be heard followed by three intense big breaths. This continues over and over again, as we step inside the birthing suite inside the Victor Harbour Private Hospital. The number above the door we are now waiting outside of reads 13a as on the other side of the door is a woman in the middle of childbirth. Yes ladies and gentlemen you’ve been taken back to the very beginning, well not the very beginning because we didn’t feel it would be appropriate to show the vision of Evie Luna Baang actually being conceived. The loud screams continue with shouting of people telling a woman to push, the woman is only so eager to do everything in her power to get this child out of her so she follows the midwives instructions. Within the next ten minutes the commotion of childbirth comes to a glorious end and the sound of a baby crying can be heard.

Swirling inside the room, we find a woman laid out on a hospital bed with her freshly born baby in her hands. She is looking down at her child with such happiness as her loving partner and the child’s father runs his fingers through her matted black hair. Bending down he kisses his life partner on her forehead, while his eyes fall down on his child. Someone they have both know for forty weeks, but have never actually met until now. The looks on their faces are ones of warmth, love and acceptance. They had just created life, why wouldn’t they be excited? Their expectations surely should have been met.

Mother: “He’s beautiful, our son he’s beautiful, he’s just like I’ve imagined him, just what we wanted a baby boy, we have a baby boy”

The mother continued to rock her bundled up baby in her hands while she looked down at her baby. She was in complete awe of this miracle that was in her hands, wrapped up in a pale blue sheet. The father looked down at his partner excited, of course he would be excited he had an heir to the throne. It’s what every man wants, someone to carry on the family name, especially when you’re a well known and esteemed business man much like himself. The midwife in the background made her way towards the loving family, unsure how to break this terrible news to them.

Midwife: “Forgive me Miss Tate, but you and your partner didn’t have a little boy, you both have welcomed a little girl into this world.”

The look of love instantly faded from the mother’s face, as if it was drained out of her like all the blood was just released from her body in one big gush. She looked at her baby and then up to her partner before back over to the midwife.

Miss Tate: “This must be some type of joke, they way I carried this pregnancy all the signs pointed at me carrying a boy. I must have a boy, this can’t be a girl... you don’t understand I promised him a boy”

She looked up at her partner who was staring directly down at his freshly born child intensely. While the newborn baby had finally stopped cry, her eyes were trying to peel open adjusting to the bright lights in the room. She was a tiny baby at only seven pounds, her eyes were blue like most babies that are born, however the shade of blue her eyes were intense they were so dark, almost a black blue they were mesmerizing. She had a full head of black hair that was standing up but she was still adorable. Her father looked down at her before he reached down and took her away from her mother, the midwife and Miss Tate both watched on intensely as his cradled his child up to his chest. The baby’s button nose wriggled as she felt the cool breeze from her father’s breath fall on her face, before she let out a soft yawn.

Father: “She’s perfect, my little Evie Luna Baang”

Miss Tate looked over at Mr Baang and looked on confused.

Miss Tate: “But we wanted a boy.”

Mr Baang looked back at his life partner and dismissed her bluntness before he looked back down at his child, walking across the room her took a seat and held his little daughter close to his chest as the midwife watched on. Giving him time to meet his daughter before she would have to take Evie away for after birth examinations. Mr Baang started to rock his bundle of joy in his hands before he kissed her on the forehead.

Mr Baang: “Perfect, absolutely perfect. Welcome to the world little girl, it’s a big scary world but trust me when I say this you will never have to worry, you will never been scared, you will be protected and you will be loved. You will continue my empire and together we will run this town. People will fear you, people will try and cross you and people will hate you but that’s only because they will be fucking terrified of you. This is our world Evie and everyone else is just living in it.”

With that all said he continued to rock his little girl to sleep before the midwives rushed over to take Evie away for tests. While Mr Baang looked out of the hospital window pleased with his daughter’s birth. His mind was overflowing with ideas of how she will help his business. Miss Tate couldn’t help but roll over and face the same window thinking about how disappointed her was that her baby wasn’t a boy but it was in fact a girl. She had built herself for the last nine months telling herself she was going to have her son and now she had a daughter and instead of celebrating the fact Evie was healthy she was too busy mourning a child that never existed.

Proving that since day one Evie has been disappointing and satisfying people who had high expectations and she wouldn’t have it any other way.  

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“Did you enjoy that? Neat huh? It’s always been one of my greatest accomplishments in life you know, being born. I mean I don’t remember a fucking thing about it but trust me that point in my life is critical for what you will witness over the next few months until we catch up with the flash forward. For all of you who are sitting at home saying what the actual fuck? Did we actually just witness a birth flash back, you’re fucking right you did and you will never un-see it, unless you never click on this post and see it in the first place, meh fuck you if that’s the case. Like I have said throughout this whole promotional expectations, their a dirty habit and you really shouldn’t have high ones or low ones, just be fucking ruthless and have know, you won’t be disappointed that way. You can only be surprised.”

We find Evie sitting at the bottom of her spiral staircase inside her treehouse, her hair is wet and she is finally fully dressed. Obviously her and her lover had finished breakfast and taken the time to clean up and get ready for their only day together this week. She is smiling brightly while she continues to talk.

“Alright while Mi Mundo gets dressed and ready I guess it’s time for the match focus right? I mean I would hate for Kate Steele to feel left out. So I’m going to go enjoy my day and well you can all sit back and enjoy some truths from these lips that were recorded earlier this week. I just love to jump around the time line, it makes me feel like the fucking flash. So alright you lot, get lost and get the fuck out of my house. Also if you’re expecting an over worked and cheesy fucking kiss to end this, go fuck yourself... now seriously fuck off.”

And with that all said, Evie gets up and turns around walking back up her stairs to her bedroom.

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On Camera;

The scene opens up on Evie Baang’s beautiful face, she is just sitting in a chair overlooking her land from the top balcony of her treehouse. She is wearing a long pair of ripped washed out jeans with a super tight black shirt that she has knotted up into a crop top to show off her flat stomach. Her long brown hair is down and out around her shoulders, as it cascades around her neck and chest. She turns to the camera and with a cheeky wink this one is underway.

“Kate, Kate, Kate the great. Kate the mighty, Kate the onetime impossible beat, the onetime defender of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. The woman who on her own made the Roulette division mean something again, Kate Steele, the fucking Siren. The sometimes bitch, but now I’ve turned over a new leaf Kate Steele from Berkshire England, the little girl who has the “underdog” attitude even though she is basically ripped through the Roulette division like a whirl wind. The little girl who claims that she is going to choke me out this Sunday Night in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada. Yeah highly fucking unlikely. You see she might be Kate the great, she might be the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion in history, but like her title reign everything crashes and burns to the ground. Last time we saw her she was flat on her back getting beaten for her Roulette Championship, this week everyone expects her to come flying out, shooting for the stars so she can reclaim her Roulette Championship belt or so she can sky rocket up to the Internet Championship league. Yeah that’s really not happening on my fucking watch. You see as much as she wants to reshine up her boots, a reclaim some of that respect she might have lost when she lost to Veronica Fucking Taylor of all people, she’s not going to get that grace this Sunday night when she comes face to face with me.”

Evie just smiles at the camera before swaying a strand of her brown hair out of her eyesight, hooking it behind her ear.

“I know what you all are fucking thinking, such big words for a girl who has just one win under her belt here in Sin City Wrestling. Who am I to say that I’m going to destroy and beat The Siren Kate Steele, I mean I’m not even in her league, I’m not even in her field and I’m not even worth her time. All cute things people say when they are fucking scared to face the truth, that they are frightened of some competition. You see Kate might have been the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion but that’s because has never had to face someone who actually matters on this fucking roster. She has never had to face someone who actually stands a chance against her, sure Veronica beat her last time but that was a fucked up ending that should be overthrown. So this week we finally get to see Kate Steele step out of the shadows of her defeat and see if she has what it takes to climb back out of the hole that she has no doubt been hiding in, licking her wounds and setting herself up for a triumphant comeback. Too bad those Sin City Wrestling bookers didn’t feel it was necessary to give Kate an easy match back, because she has to go toe to toe with me. Why am I so confident? Because why cloud yourself with the shadow of doubt when you know you have the tools, the skills and all the support in the world to beat Kate? You think I haven’t prepared for this match? You think I haven’t had the chance to sit down and watch tapes and study her? You think Gabriel and Odette haven’t drilled into me her weaknesses and her strengths? I’ve seen it all I’ve studied it all and I know I’m ready. I also know that she is ready to come out guns blazing to try and prove a point, but I also know that with so much pride of hers that was hurt at the end of last match, I know that her pride has also taken a hit since losing the Roulette Championship will be eating her alive, it will make her sloppy, less focused and well easy pickings for the kill.”  

She takes a moment to pause to let her words sink in before she continues her eyes focused on the lens of the camera.

“I believe in life that all kingdoms come crashing down, you losing your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship, was just the beginning, soon everything you have held close to you will suffer the same fate. Why? because you seem like the type of girl that once she gets knocked off her pedestal everything in her life will just start to unravel and fall apart. This Sunday night will be no different you will madly rush into our match trying to pick up the pieces of your loss only to have to suffer the same fate two matches in a row. You haven’t tasted the bitterness of defeat in a while, will it drive you to starve yourself of negativity and project yourself back to the top or will it cause you to fall apart and crumble? Weeks ago if people would have asked me what do I think of you Kate, I would have said great things, in fact I even defended you on Twitter when the cum-rag Veronica Taylor opened her mouth about you... and yet there you sat behind your keys and instead of thanking me next time we spoke, you proceeded to tell me you would choke me out this Sunday night. That you would beat me. You’re going to choke me out? Like you stand a chance to even attempting such bullshit with me. You see other girls might go into their matches with you misguided and under a cloud of self doubt but trust me when I say this, I have your number and I’m not going to call it, I’m going to destroy it. I will expose you for what you really are, a once a legend now just a myth.”

Evie takes a second to pause to lick her lips getting some moisture back into them before she continues once again.

“You see Kate you have high expectations on yourself this week and those high expectations will be enough to punish yourself. You say I’m not in your league, you say I’m not worth your time, you imply that this is going to be an easy match for yourself. You say, you say, you say... you say a lot of bullshit, that’s probably the real reason why they call you The Siren. You see back home in Australia if you’re a girl and you get called a Siren it’s because you’re well known for having a big mouth that you constantly run, your voice is a burden to those who have ears, your voice is the only thing that carries you. For you it might have worked in the past, you might have been able to talk the talk and intimidate your opponents however this week you will learn that you will not be able to walk the walk. You might be the Siren but I will be the silencer. I will be the one to  put you back into the hole of defeat and there is nothing you can do about it. It’s just facts, it’s just the cold hard truth.”

With a firm stare down at the camera Evie smirks before she decides to wrap this one up.

“So this Sunday Kate, please bring everything you have left in your tank to the table, please don’t hold back and if you want to hell even bring your Teddy to the ring... nothing will stand in my way in beating you. I have a point to prove and knocking you off and out of the way will make that point ever so sharper. You want to use me as an example for Mikah so you can get your dream match, well listen to me Kate I’m not anyone’s bait, I’m not anyone’s messenger and I’m sure as hell ain’t the one to be used as a token to be cashed in for a bigger prize. Don’t worry about Mikah because this Sunday you will have your hands full by trying to catch up with me, this Sunday once you are defeated once again it will make you second guess your dream match with Mikah. Don’t worry I won’t be picturing you as Alexis in that ring on Sunday night because even though you’re both pathetic clapped out bitches. I can put aside my personal vendettas against people and refocus my full attention on my opponent and this Sunday night in Winnipeg that is you. I look forwards to shoving your high expectations of your so called guaranteed victory down your fucking throat... and by the end of the night we’ll see who is the one gasping for air and who gets choked the fuck out.”

With a little laugh Evie smirks at the camera once more before she gets up and walks over towards it.

“How’s that for shattering expectations?”

And we fade as Evie switches off the camera.