Off Camera;

It had practically been one month since the bet was laid down in the Jordan household and to say that both Ben and Evie were living on the edge would be an understatement. Ben was already grumpy his wife was turning into a nice woman, to some that would have been a thing of beauty. However, Ben didn’t fall in love with this new shell of a wife he was living with, he fell in love with the evil, wicked woman that was the super spy, the one that kicked people’s arse just for looking at her incorrectly. Now he was listening to her talking about buying a flock of sheep, it just wasn’t the same, she wasn’t his Evie and he couldn’t put his finger on it. Truth be told, he still loved her, let’s not get that excited about divorce rumours because they were in it until the end, it was just marriage was like the sea at times. Rough and rocky, yet still and calm.

Evie couldn’t put her finger on why everything seemed to be breaking down around her, all she knew was that Ben had posted four little words on Twitter to Odette Stevens and well ever since then her blood had been boiling. It was cationic the levels of rage that was swirling around her body and even thought they had played a good roll of hamming it up for cameras and on Twitter things at home were still not cushy. If anything, it had seeped down and had gotten worse. Their nights were spent sleeping back to back, both as suborn as each other, as they refused to make the first move to fix things. It wasn’t whom Evie was, she wasn’t the type of girl that would chase a boy. She was the type that made him work for it and right now Ben didn’t seem to care about the situation. His head was in the clouds as he was focused on getting himself better with his on and off treatments.

It had been another one of those nights, the two had slept in the same bed, but didn’t interact and as soon as morning broke Evie had moved from the bed and headed down stairs to the kitchen. If there was one thing about Evie and Ben that people didn’t know is that everything in their house had a place, everything had a home and it was neat and perfect, almost too perfect but that’s how Evie liked to keep her living quarters. It took a while for Ben to get on board, but he had learnt in time not to mess with Evie’s system… after all he knew what was good for him. As Evie stepped into the kitchen, she had seen the bowls still left in the sink from the night before, after Ben had spent his evening bashing away at the keyboard playing Football Manager.

Evie’s hand balled into fists, as she tried her best to just let this one slide she knew Ben wasn’t in the best way as of late and things like two dishes in the sink, wasn’t high on his lists of priorities. Yet, the sound of her husbands footsteps slapping against the wooden stairs was enough to drive her to the edge and give her a little push. Ben yawned as he made his way over towards the kitchen, seeing his wife standing at the sink he found it hard to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

“I was going to get to them” He pointed towards the dishes, hoping that would save him.

Evie just turned to look at him and Ben could tell from the look in her eyes this wasn’t going to be a good day for them. She just flicked on the tap, letting the water warm up before she filled the sink to wash the dishes. As Ben watched his wife, put the dish washing liquid in the water he made his way over beside her. Giving her a little nudge.

“I’ve got this.” He pushed her lightly again, in a friendly manner to try and break the ice.

However, as he knocked Evie off balance she came back firing with a shove of her own. Ben was taken off guard as the stinging feeling of his wife’s hands slapping against his chest tore his attention from the dishes.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He couldn’t hold it back anymore, he needed to know what the hell was going on with his wife.

Evie was beside herself, never in a million years did she think she would put her hands on her husband. Well in a striking motion, in other ways she had no issues with touching him. Yet, she was mad, and she couldn’t stop herself from what flew out of her mouth next.

“What the fuck is my problem” she fired back at him. “What the fuck is MY problem?” She was repeating herself, so Ben knew she was pissed.

“I didn’t strutter.” His accent made that seem a dead and cold as it was.

Evie just wiped her wet hands on the tea towel before she tossed it on to the bench beside her.

“Oh, let me see… maybe it was the fact you played into everyone’s hands when they say they don’t believe this marriage is going to last when you called it… and I fucking quote all that malarkey.” Normally stuff like this wouldn’t have bothered Evie but right now she was livid.

Ben had to take himself back down memory lane to remember what his wife was banging on about, but when he did it hit him.

“Bloody hell, Eves… that was near on a month ago.” He scratched his chin, confused as to why his wife would hold onto something like this for so long. “Plus it was a joke.” Just a simple shrug of his shoulders was all he could offer.

Evie just turned to face him, her eye narrowing. “Like our marriage is to you, huh?” She went to take her leave from the kitchen as she side stepped her husband.

Ben didn’t want Evie to leave he wanted to hash this all out, so he could figure out what was eating her alive and why it was bothering her for so long. Reaching out he lifted up the closest thing he could find, and he tossed it in her direction. It was a light tea towel, that just floated to the floor in front of her.

“Did you just throw a dish rag at me?” Turning back to look at her husband she was furious.

“Well I didn’t want to throw anything that would hurt you?” Was all he could argue back with.

Reaching out Evie opened the drawer that was next to her, finding the set of forks. Lifting one out of slider, she walked back towards Ben whose hands flew up in innocence. Evie didn’t waste anytime pressing the prong of the folk into Ben’s bare chest. Evie was crazy, but when Ben looked at her, he didn’t seem scared it’s just sometimes she wasn’t the best with words. Yet he could feel the folk seep a little deeper into his skin.

“I’m all good, I don’t need me nipple pierced thanks.” His sarcasm dripped from his mouth as he smirked down at her.

Truth be told this was the most action he had in weeks, and the wild look in his wife’s eyes was enough to have to egging her on for more.

“It doesn’t feel good does it?” she was making reference to being hurt and well Ben knew exactly what she meant.

His hands lifted up to brush to fork out of her hands, before cupped either side of her face bringing his lips down to hers. Soon enough, he had backed her up into the walk in Butler’s pantry and as he was trying to take Evie’s mind off what he had said in a joke. Evie was feeling around behind her, reaching for anything and everything. Soon enough their kiss was interrupted by the sound of flour being dumped on the top of Ben’s head. He broke he kiss, looking down at his wife in disbelief. She was childish at times.

“Make your own fucking pancakes.” She said with a wink, before Evie went to walk off.

Ben took off behind her “Now, now… let’s not say thing you’ll regret.” Reaching out her grabbed a hold of her hand.

Evie spun around the look on her face said it all she had had enough. “What the fuck do you want from me?” her voice was raw and honest as she looked at him.

Ben just looked down at his wife, feeling the seriousness of this question he stopped what he was doing and let her know.

“I just want you to be happy.” His face dropped it was all he ever wanted for her.

“Then why do you get so bent out of shape when I am happy?” she barked back.

Ben just dropped his hands to his side, feeling a little defeated. “I’m talking about you being real happy and not fake happy… I’m talk about you being the woman I fell madly in love with… I’m talking about the evil fucking Evie that treats the rest of the world like shit, but could look at me and I knew… I just knew I was the odd one out that you could be the real you around. I’m talking about the Evie I married… the one that didn’t care what the world thought, the one that wouldn’t get so cut up about a joke. I want my hell cat back, that I know is still in there… I don’t want the fake picture-perfect wife, you’re trying to become… I want the woman back who couldn’t give two fucks about what people outside think… because you knew everything at home was good.”

Ben laid it all out on the line, leaving Evie a little speechless.

“I want you Evie… I want you as how you were… not this betty housewife Evie. Not this Evie that wants to buy sheep? You don’t even like lamb?” He threw his hands up unsure what to say or do next.

Evie just turned on the balls of her feet and went to walk off. Leaving Ben in the kitchen alone. The Cockney king just sighed before he headed towards the fridge. Opening it up, he reached in to grab a drink and some breakfast before he even thought about cleaning up the flour bomb Evie had just tipped on him. One thing was for sure things weren’t looking any better in his household. As Ben gather some items to make an omelette Evie made her way back into the room, taking Ben off guard as he flinched.

“Did you just go to throw bacon at me?” He Aussie accent was curious as she looked at her husband who was juggling food in his hands.

Ben just snorted. “I wouldn’t waste bacon.” Yet as he said that he tossed a carrot over in his wife’s direction.

And that my friends is where all hell broke loose and well, Ben and Evie acted like three-year old’s as they entered a food fight for the ages. As Eggs, flour, water, pots, pans and bacon was sent flying across the room at each other. The two lashed out, letting each other know why they were upset with each other. It wasn’t a traditional method of helping ones marriage, but it seemed to be working as the two were finally opening up to one another. After a solid twenty minutes or so, the two were now wrapped up in each other’s arms as they looked down at the mess they had created.

“We really need to clean this up, we have a party tomorrow.” Evie looked at the state of the kitchen, feeling a little foolish, yet it was good to have her Husband’s arms wrapped around her.

Ben just brought his head down beside hers, so he could whisper into her right ear. “You wanna be domesticated?” He left go over her, before he brought his right hand across her arse cheeks with a vicious but playful spank. “Have at it.”  

Winking at her as he left the scene of the crime Ben went upstairs to wash off leaving Evie alone with the mess that was their kitchen. Just as Evie was going to make a move to start cleaning, she had a second thought. “Fuck it, I’ll just call in the cleaners.” And on that note, she followed her husband’s footsteps and headed upstairs to clean up.

As Evie meet up with her husband in their bathroom, she made her way towards the basin, to clean to flour out of her ears as she noticed Ben turn the shower on behind her. He had already slipped out of his boxers and only the steam on the mirror was keeping his reflection covered. Looking up at her in the reflection of the mirror he smirked.

“That was quick.” He toyed with her as she looked back at him in the mirror.

“I don’t clean… I hire a cleaner… spoiler alert… I’m a terrible wife.” She winked at him.

However, Ben wasn’t shocked to know Evie wasn’t truthful with him about her ever clearing their house. It was just a front she put on. Ben just ate up the distance between them, his chest pressing into Evie’s back as he looked at her in the mirror, the shower raining down in the background. Reaching up, his right hand played with the small strap of her night gown, before he slipped it down her shoulder.

“So, what’s my one hundred k, going towards?” He mentioned the bet as if it was nothing.

His hand moved towards her other strap as he pushed her silk nightgown down, Evie just looked at her husband in the mirror and smirked.

“I already spent it… I brought the block of land next door.” There was no remorse in her eyes as she just smirked proudly.

“Don’t like neighbours huh?” He said with a smile.

Evie just looked at him up and down, as his lips pressed into the side of her neck kissing her softly. Evie just turned in his arms, so she could look up at him.

“I hate it when they complain about the noise.” With a single wink, Ben knew what she was implying and well…

That’s where we can leave the two crazy lovebirds.

##

Trinity, Trinity, Trinity… you begged for an open challenge and well here you fucking go. You thought you would be safe to call out Evie Baang you though that she would be distracted and miss what you had said and that she would just let it side. Well, aren’t you wrong? You’re so fucking wrong.

First of all, Evie has never issued an open challenge so when you opened your mouth in that little pipe bomb segment you were looking for, you had already shot yourself in the fucking foot. Evie would call people out for an open challenge, that something beneath her… every fucking champion does it, because why they want to be seen a fighting champion… Evie on the other hand, doesn’t need to call anyone out for it to be known a fighting champion it is what she fucking is.

She doesn’t need to fluff the pillows of the rest of the Bombshell division to give them false hope that one day they could be the one to answer the challenge and beat her. Why? Because it’s not going to fucking happen. Not now, not ever… the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship is where it’s meant to be and that’s around the waist of Evie Fucking Baang.

It took balls to step up and basically call her out but learn this… on Sunday night you’ll be choking on those balls once Evie steps into that ring… she will make you eat every word you have ever said about it and she’ll make it look easy. Because why? Because that’s just what she does and right now you’re a stepping stone on the path that Evie is leading on her way to facing Sammi Marlowe…

You will be the example that Evie will show the world, that they better think twice before they use her name as their cheque. You tried to use her name to slingshot your career and on Sunday night you’re going to learn the hard way… that the best thing you can do, is not poke the beat that is sleeping with in.

For a dragon, you’re fucking stupid and at Climax Control, the dragon will come head to head with the wolf and the reality is… real will always beat myth and what’s real is Evie and her reign as the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion… what’s myth is your warped sense of purpose… thinking that you even have a slight chance of walking out of this match unharmed.

You’ll be the beckon, the light the other bombshells will follow when they think it’s a wise move to step up to Evie Baang, you’ll be the evidence that the world will need when they ask… does Evie still have it in her? The answer is yes and all the evidence you need will come with the body tag… Trinity Jones attached to it.

Evie will see you at Climax Control and she is going to remove any dreams you have of capturing her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship, within a single snap of her fingers… you’ll be left where you fucking should be… at the back of the line.

Thank you for waking the beast Trinity… I just hope for your sake… it was worth the self destruction.  

 24 hours after Summer XXXTreme;
 
The biggest hit of the summer had been and gone in the Sin City Wrestling world, but yet there was still a need for a lot of the Superstars and Bombshells to celebrate. With a number of titles changing hands, there was endless after parties that were being thrown all over the two in Los Angeles. After all what a better place to party as the ship docked and booted the SCW wrestlers and fans off, leaving them to stay and play or head off back to their homes. The popular decision among many was to stay in LA for one night before heading off for almost two weeks of peace and quiet before Sin City Wrestling, kicked off its next cycle.
 
To be honest it was something Evie didn’t want to think about, her future in Sin City Wrestling was now connected to her newly won Bombshell Roulette Championship, her prize for blowing Brittany Williams out of the water. Yet, the whispers of a rematch were already looming and the thought of her having to face her again, was a sickening thought. However, in this business it is what it is and regardless of what Evie said, there was no doubt she would be staring across that six-sided ring looking down at Brittany once again and she had a feeling it would be one day very soon. The Hilton, Williams, Rose connection had a knack for always getting their rematches, so it wasn’t a big shock to Evie that Brittany was already demanding hers. The Aussie would have to cross that hurdle once she got to it, as for right now her mind was elsewhere.
 
Looking up across the room, Evie’s green eyes fell into Ben’s blue ones as he looked at her wondering what she was thinking about as she seemed a little distant. Ben was dressed from top to tail in grey suit, with a black button up business shirt, while shiny black shoes housed his feet. His brown hair was getting long, but he had it effortlessly but roughly at the same time styled so that his curls were on show. His face was just sprinkled with the hint of his facial hair starting to grow back. Evie would like to think he was growing it for her, as he knew how she felt about his beard but to be honest he just hadn’t had a chance to shave over the past few days. His mind was elsewhere and rightfully so.
 
Evie was sitting on the couch, not dressed to impress but still her tight ripped black jeans, hugged her in all the right places, while her white spaghetti strapped satin Dior shirt displayed her cleavage just enough to get his attention. Her had her right foot folded up underneath her left as she turned her attention away from him and back down to the novel that was in her lap. He noticed her shift her attention away from him and that’s when Ben made his way over towards her, his long strides eating up the distance between them. Once Ben was beside her, he looked down at her before he parted his lips and started to speak.
 
“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with me? We can celebrate together.”
 
He thought she was a feeling a little left out from his plans, but truth be told she wanted him to go out tonight. No there wasn’t trouble in paradise it was just Evie was itching in her seat to make an important phone call, but she couldn’t do such a thing with him lurking around their hotel room. Turning her attention back up to him, she noticed Ben had reached out with his left hand, almost demanding hers as he pulled her up off the couch and into his arms. His hands snaked around the back of her body, resting on the low of her back, cradling her as his eyes locked onto hers. Ben had to admit he was pretty good at reading people and right now Evie was being a little sheepish around him, it wasn’t a good feeling, but truth be told, if he knew what she was up to there would be no way he would go out tonight.
 
“I’m sure.”
 
Evie wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him loosely so they could still look at each other whilst they spoke. Flashing him a smile she did her best to ease his mind on going out tonight. To be honest, she didn’t mind when he went out with the boys, it’s not because she didn’t care it’s just she knew it was good for him and with what was happening, she knew he would need this night out, now more than ever.
 
“Is it because Jamie will be there? You two will need to learn to get along one day.”
 
He said with a smile, but deep-down Evie knew he wasn’t joking. Jamie and Evie hadn’t always see eye to eye, but he was a huge part of Ben’s life and she would never drive a wedge between them. It wasn’t because she didn’t like him, she did, he was equally sarcastic as she was, and she enjoyed his company it’s just Jamie always seemed to have a pure idea when it came to Ben being in a relationship and right now, he wasn’t exactly dating an angel.
 
“You know I have no problems with Jamie.”
 
Her thick Australian accent made that a little hard for him to believe but she was being as honest as she could be. There would be a time where she could honestly seem all of his friends being on board with them. However, that wasn’t her concern right now, she had two man concerns in her life and that was one Ben’s health and two, getting him out of the hotel and on to his boy’s night.
 
“She says while crossing her two fingers.”
 
Ben winked, implying he was joking but Evie wasn’t having a bar of it as she lifted her right hand and slapped it against his chest. As if to push him away, but his grip around her back didn’t change and he wasn’t going anywhere. Looking down at her he smiled, before she reminded him about his pending plans.
 
“He dislikes me, not the other way around… but whatever, I think it will be good for you, Jamie, Drake and the rest of the boys to go out and celebrate. I’m sure Bear and I can find something to do.”
 
At the sound of his name, Bear lifted his head up off the ground from his sleeping position to look up and over at Ben and Evie. Once he worked out that they weren’t calling him over he just gently rested his head back down onto the floor and closed his eyes. Proving that he was definitely in no mood to be doing anything or going anywhere. If Evie was planning a raging night, Bear was not going to have any part in it. He had exhausted himself from, running rings around Ben earlier like a crazy hound who had just been returned to his owner. Ben couldn’t help but feel like there was something else behind Evie’s push to get him out that door, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, so he tried another avenue to get her to spill her thoughts.
 
“We don’t have to hide anymore, you know that Eves?”
 
His soft lips pressed against her forehead as if to reaffirm what he had just told her. Evie couldn’t deny it, it was a good feeling to finally be able to be affectionate with him in person. Not only that to be seen with him in public, sure it must sound crazy, but Ben had promised the world an explanation and surely everyone was just days away from finding out why they had decided to hide away in the shadows when it came to their relationship. Pulling away from her, he looked down at her his eyes locked in hers while she licked her puffy lips.
 
“I’m not hiding, you just need to go and have a good night with the boys, but not too much of a good time because the next few days will be tough on you. You can call me when you’re done, and I’ll come collect your sorry, drunk arse.”
 
She rolled her green eyes to drive her point home, but he knew that she would do it regardless. Ben just sighed before he pulled Evie into his chest, before he rested his chin on the top of her head holding her a close as he could to him. He knew the next few weeks were going to be rough and he was glad that he had Evie there to keep him sane through it all. Evie just linked her arms around his back and hugged him tightly, not knowing what the future held for him but if she knew anything was for certain is that she wasn’t going anywhere, this was just a slight bump in the road and once it was all said and done they would have forever to focus on.
 
“Are you sure?”
 
His voice vibrated down her face from his chin resting on her head, even though he spoke in just above a whisper. Evie pulled back from the hug, so she could look him firm in the eye as she spoke to him. She knew that he was uneasy about going out, but it would be good for him even if he didn’t or couldn’t admit it.
 
“For the love of God, I’m sure… now go, because the quicker you leave, the earlier you’ll be home and well, if you play your cards right, when you get home... we can re-enact our title wedding night.”
 
It was her turn to wink, as she slipped her hands down his back. Her hands sliding on his suit fabric with ease before she slapped her hands on his round behind, causing him to jump and within a blink of the eye the tempo changed between them two of them. As Evie sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, she had that glimmer in her eye, the one that he knew all too well and suddenly the thought about going out to celebrate with the boys was the furthest thing on his mind.
 
“How about we…”
 
Before Ben could finish his sentence, Evie placed her right index finger over his lip before she replaced it with hers. She lightly kissed him stealing his attention from what he was going to say, moving it to kissing her. She had an odd way of controlling him at times, but he wasn’t going to complain. His hands moved down to her behind as he lifted her up from the ground, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist before she broke the kiss to glare down at him.
 
“Go.”
 
And just like that, Evie had changed the tempo once more as she slide down his body making her way back to her feet before she pointed towards the door. On cue there was a knock on their hotel door that hindered any further distractions. Ben just sighed as he adjusted his shirt before he looked down at Evie who had a smug smirk on her dial.
 
“Alright, alright… I know when I’m not wanted.”
 
Putting his hand sup in the air Ben faked retreat as he headed towards the door, however before he left the hotel room he checked to see if he had his wallet, his keys and his phone. Just as he went to open the door and greet his ride, he spun around and planted a firm kiss on Evie’s lips catching her a little off guard, before he turned his attention towards Bear. With a quick ruffle of his hair, Ben said his goodbyes before leaving through the door and heading out on his boy’s night. Leaving Evie alone with Bear, where the two retreated back to the couch.
 
Evie waited a few minutes before she pulled her phone off the glass table that was in front of her, her finger quickly sliding across the screen to unlock it before punched in a few numbers. As she waited for her call to be answered she found herself, nervously biting at her manicured nail in suspense. It didn’t take long for the other end to pick up and without even a single second for them to answer the phone correctly Evie’s voice was heard.
 
“What’s the verdict?”
 
She dropped her hand from her mouth as the person on the other line spoke, it didn’t take long before the nervous look on her face turn to one of hope as she smiled.
 
“So, you’re saying there’s a chance.”
 
And that’s where I will leave you all, wondering what on earth Evie could be talking about and why was she smiling as if everything was finally falling into place. For the rest of her night she didn’t struggle with that old saying “don’ wait up” because she was too excited to even think about sleeping. After so many years of heartache and struggles, with her always having to fight things were now starting to fall into place.
 
##
 
A week later;
 
The two had moved back home to Maine for Ben to undergo his treatment, it was a hard road travelled but Ben had managed to keep his spirits up for most part of the week. It was now Friday and after a week and bit of being poked, prodded, moved he was slightly getting over it all. It was too much for him, not only that he wasn’t sleeping the best, wasn’t overly hungry, didn’t really feel like moving but the doctors had advised that, this would be normal for the first few weeks of treatment. He would just have to hang in there before his body, would start to rebound on it own.
 
It was early Saturday morning and the thought of going out to face the day was already exhausting to him, but Ben managed to get up and move to the side of the bed. Planting his feet on the ground he sat there for a moment in time to collect himself, the white bedsheet was still wrapped around his waist not giving away his goodies. However, his chest was bare, as small bruises could be vaguely seen. Turning to look back, his eyes laid on Evie’s who had been watching him struggle this morning. Evie flashed him a reassuring smile, before she too made a move, she scooped up to her knees and shuffled up the distance between them. So, she was now hugging him from behind, her head resting on his right shoulder as she just wanted to comfort him. Evie wasn’t the best with words at times like this, but she could see that Ben was down and out for today without it even starting and she was desperate to see his smile.
 
“Good morning.”
 
She softly spoke to him, before she backed away, to reach out for her phone that was sitting on her bedside nightstand. Ben just faked a smile before he groaned in pain. Returning to his side, Evie placed her arms on the top of his shoulders before she gave them a slight rub with her thumbs.  
 
“I don’t know about it being Good, Eves.”
 
She frowned at his honest statement, but she was destined to make this day a little better for him and for once in her life she was nervous to see his reaction. Evie swept her long black hair over her right shoulder, before she tucked her head into the side of his neck, lining it softly with kisses before she swallowed down her nerves. Reaching down with her left hand she grabbed her phone, before she unlocked the screen. Bringing it around the front of him, she lifted up on her knees, so she could see her phone. Ben’s attention shifted to look at the bright screen in front of him.
 
“I think this might make it a little better.”
 
She was wishful, hopeful, as she watched Ben’s eyes read over her phone screen, before he blinked as if he was processing the information he was taking in. He couldn’t believe it, turning to look at Evie with a shocked look on his face Ben, couldn’t find the words right away to speak.
 
“What are the odds?”
 
Evie sighed the odds weren’t good or in their favour, but truth be told she was more focused on the fact that there was a chance. Even if it was just a slight chance, something good could be coming their way in the future.
 
“Against us, but there is a chance.”
 
Ben’s lips turned as he smiled slightly, due to the excitement in Evie’s voice. He hadn’t see her glow like this is a long time and he knew she was telling him this now to get his mind back to the main goal right now and that was getting better. Moving towards her, he reached out and grabbed the side of her face gently. His fingers cupping behind her ear, as he brought his lips to her. He was gentle, soft and seemingly feeling a little brighter than the doom and gloom that was hanging over his head before. Ben broke the kiss to quickly speak to his lady.
 
“One day.”
 
Her green eyes were locked on his, before she nodded towards him. Without any words the two agreed to look at this avenue later, however the thought that it could be possible was enough to ease some of the gloom that was circling both of their heads. Evie knew they both had a long bumpy road in front of them, but she hoped by sharing this little nugget of information with Ben it would reaffirm to him that she was thinking long term. Evie was thinking about the future, there future and right now even though things weren’t the brightest or happiest… there was a little light at the end of this tunnel that they both could work towards. No, I’m not talking about the afterlife, I’m talking about hope.
 
##
 
Seleana Zdunich, Climax Control 211… I can’t say I’m not surprised. Although I though for sure that Brittany Williams was going to be blessed with the rematch she had been begging for, but hey… I didn’t get the little Princess... I got the newly crowned mother in law. It’s a sick little web that Sin City Wrestling weaves at times, everyone is either related or fucking but hey… I can’t complain, since Summer XXXTreme was kind enough to bring me not one but two trophies… one being the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Roulette Championship, two being my title husband… Ben Jordan. Turns out that good things do come to those who wait. I’ve been waiting a lifetime to become a triple crown champion, regardless of Fenris’ claim to being the fastest rising student of Gabriel and Odette Stevens he still has miles to walk to escape my shadow.  
 
So, now here I am just days away from my first defence of my Roulette Championship and I’m staring down the barrel pointed at Seleana Zdunich. The stand out star from the Ultimate X Battle Royal, apparently. The one who held on but couldn’t quite make it to the final to face Mikah for the Bombshell Championship. The one who could have had it all if it wasn’t for one woman who stood in her way… Dani Weston… wait did you think I was going to say Crystal? HA, no… people seem to forget the efforts that Ms Weston put in that night and over shadow it with the same fucking family that always gets the glory… the Hilton, Williams, Rose connection. The fuckery is strong with that lot, but still they get worshipped and placed on a pedestal for all to see and marvel at.
 
Well that all comes to a halt this weekend at Climax Control. One more from this fucking family will step up to the plate only to be knocked down. Seleana do you really think you have what it takes, to remove my grasp on the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship? If your freshly crowned daughter in law couldn’t beat me, why do you think you would even come close to standing a chance? I’m so sick of hearing about the greatness that this family holds over the wrestling industry, when it’s clear to me all of you are the same, weak, pathetic, vile humans still reaching for greatness.

I don’t need to prove anything to you, or anyone else for that fact because let’s face it... I ran rings around Brittany at Summer XXXTreme this year, the year before I did the same to Crystal and now at Climax Control I’ll put Seleana back in line... there will be not cutting the cue, there will be no jumping ahead. I show everyone, once again what I’m capable of... and now the options are endless, the era of Evie in the Roulette scene has begun and may the fucking lord have mercy on you all.

If you didn’t think I was unpredictable before, you’re about to witness something extra special because the Roulette scene is right up my alley. Anything can happen, each match a surprise in itself and if you don’t think, for one moment I won’t capitalise on that you have another thing coming.

Defeating Brittany with ease was just the beginning, defending against Seleana will be a breeze and there is nothing stopping me from becoming the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion... in history.

So I will see you Sunday night Seleana, and unfortunately for you this won’t be the time you step in and be the saving grace for your fucked up little family. You will just be another message sent, until everyone realises who the fuck I am and what I’m capable of. You’ll be the message that I will send to Brittany and that message will be loud and fucking clear, you shouldn’t have brought me back just to disrespect me... it was the worse fucking thing she could have done because now everyone I come face to face with will suffer at her dumb shit decision. It’s just so satisfying to know that the first person that Mark and Christian put in front of me was you Seleana.

Seleana I hope you are vaguely ready for what you’re about to encounter because as far as I can see it, facing me will be your biggest challenge in Sin City Wrestling so far and trust me when I say this, you’re miles out of your comfort zone and I will expose that for the world to see this coming Sunday. And you’ll have to step back and ask yourself why? Why would I treat you so badly, why? Would I purposely go out of my way to send a message through you? It’s simple, I was forced back into this world... and now the rest of you will have to put up with the fact that Brittany Williams couldn’t handle her end of the deal. He failure in stacking up, it was will ultimately tear you all down.

So Sunday night at Climax Control, think again before you say that beating me and taking my title will be easy... because you’ll be in the fight of your life Seleana. I’m not the one to play games or mess around... I will be heading into Climax Control with one goal in mind and that’s defending my Bombshell Roulette Championship and I’ll do so by any means...  

 She was volatile, hot-blooded, just a ticking bomb waiting to explode without warning. Sure she and her little tag team partner, her little Chicken Nugget had pulled off another victory and had advanced into the finals of the Blast from the Past… and yet she was staring down the screen of her phone like it was a barrel of a gun. Evie was humiliated tonight and not a single fuck was given by any of her peers. It’s as if they had forgotten whom the fuck she was and what she was capable of. It was as if no thought or consideration had gone into her past in ring encounters and yet here she was sitting in the Bombshell’s locker room about to flick the red button. 
 
She felt like an idiot, considering she had just signed back with Sin City Wrestling, only to be dragged through that match by Amy Marshall of all people. Did she even matter to them? Or on the other hand, was she just a number on a page? So, she just sat there alone, running her hands over the screen of her red IPhone 8 plus, Evie was trying to calm her nerves but nothing was working. She was catching her breathe, inhaling for three, exhaling for four and yet the more she stayed conscious the more the anger just burned. There was tantrum building within her that the likes of Sin City Wrestling had never seen. Yet, the thought of acting like a child was enough to bury the flames smothering them into a cinder.
 
Evie would never allow her colleagues, the satisfaction of seeing her in this state. As of a result, through gritted teeth and a fake smile a sigh escaped her crimson lips. Looking at the screen of her phone, she could still see the cut on her forehead, which Amy Marshall had gifted her. Evie watched as the blood continued to drip down her face, like a teardrop rolling down a cheek she watched it splash down and pool at her feet. Times like these reminded her, she truly was alone. It had been at least forty minutes after her match and not a single soul had approached her, to see if she was okay, to see if they could help. They just walked past her, collected their things and stared at her as if she was a freak. Not even the Sin City Wrestling medical team had bothered to rush by and check her out.
 
Was she nothing to them?
 
The number on a page thought was racing in her mind; Evie knew she was not easy to get along with, yet she could not help but think to herself. Jessie Salco weeks before had gone on a thoughtless, disgusting racist rampage and yet people still flocked to her, like moths drawn to a flame. Amy and Joshua defended her, checked on her and made their stances known to the world. Nevertheless, here Evie was battered, embarrassed, volatile and alone.
 
Did she mean anything to anyone?
 
Evie had always been an outcast it was part of her charm, yet somehow this was eating her alive. Looking up from her phone, she dropped it to the floor to narrow minded to care if she broke it, to absent minded to check. She made her way to her feet, looking around to see that the locker room was empty, not even a bag of her peers left in sight. The young Australian Bombshell, made her way over towards the body length mirror across the room, beside it there was a generic first aid kit glued to the wall accompanied by a first extinguisher. There was two options, staring her blatantly in the face, health care or warfare. Her bloody lips parted and a smile crept over her face before her right hand swiftly grabbed the first aid kit. The thought of being childish and trashing the locker room was still appealing to her, it would help feed her rage but yet the glimpse of her bloody face in the mirror was enough to hinder her natural advances.
 
She plonked the first aid kit in the middle or a round table that was just to her left, before she opened it rummaging through it like Halloween candy. The Aussie finally found what she was looking for and she was quick to get to work. Grabbing an alcohol rub, Evie ripped the foil packaging apart before she turned back to look at her reflection. She removed the alcohol wipe from its wrapper before she started to clean up her face. There was no delaying the inevitable as she went for the cut first. The alcohol from the wipe seeped into her wound above her brow and in spite of that, Evie didn’t murmur. Not a single sound of pain was unleashed, not a single grimace crossed her face. She was used to pain and this was nothing to her. Her body was numb due to lack of caring, yet her subconscious recently had been begging her to feel. 
 
Removing the once white wipe from her face, she balled it up and tossed it into the bin that was near the locker room door. Before, she turned back to look into the first aid kit, her green eyes stumbling across what she needed. It wasn’t long until her hands found the inside of two gloves and before a needle became home to a strand of medical thread. Evie turned and looked back into the mirror and there she stood, all alone, stitching herself back together. As the needle pierced the skin, Evie exhaled as she did what she did best, when she was in Sin City Wrestling and that was take care of herself. With each loop of the thread, Evie’s temper was teetering on overdrive. Her cold green eyes never losing focus from the reflection in front of her, and yet while she stitched herself up she couldn’t help but ask.
 
What had she become?
 
##
 
Lucky Beaver Bar and Grill – Reno.
 
The show had wrapped and almost on cue, Ben Jordan had sent out his infamous “Pub?” Tweet. Evie wasn’t going to go at first, the last time those two had hung out it didn’t end well for the rumour mill. However, she needed something to drown the voice inside of her that was eating her alive. “What had she become?” “Did she mean anything to anyone?” “Was she nothing to them?” “Why was she even still here?” Four questions that just replayed repeatedly in her mind, irritating her, like a clock that just ticks over reminding you that you are still alive. It didn’t take her long to spot Ben at the large round table, with Fenris and Aron in fact she heard them cat call her over with such ruckus once they spotted her enter the establishment.
 
Looking around at her surrounds, Evie screwed up her nose. This place looked like a haven for tetanus but Ben and Fenris seemed to be enjoying their shot challenge. The Aussie was dressed casually with a pair of cute ankle cut off boots, black of course while she was wearing pair of super tight, deep blue denim jeans. A little bit of her midriff was on display as she had a black ACDC shirt on that she had tied into a bow at the hem over her belly bottom. Around her shoulders was a thick black leather jacket, while her long brownish-black hair was down, straightened and sleek. She had just the slight bit of makeup on her face, choosing to display her stitches on her forehead, rather than cover them up.
 
It didn’t take her long to be at the table, she watched as Ben signalled the bar staff from clicking his fingers and it was as if the bar keep knew exactly what he wanted. As after a few seconds of her cheeks hitting the seat, there was a drink with her name all over it placed down before her. Evie looked down at the whiskey, straight on the rocks and that tell-tale smirk was on her face. She was impressed, she was for sure he would have forgotten her drink of choice. The barkeep watched as the Aussie brought the glass to her lips and without any hesitation, the liquid disappeared. She placed the glass back onto the table and without even acknowledging his existence the barkeep took her glass and wandered back over towards the bar.
 
“You look like hell?”
 
Ben’s voice was slightly slurred already, as he reached across the table to touch Evie’s right hand. He was looking into her eyes, as if he was contemplating for something. Evie just exhaled, she would love to let him know what was on her mind, but right now, she wasn’t going to get serious Ben she was faced with party Jordan.
 
“I’ve been through worse.”
 
The Cockney king retracted his hand from Evie’s as his bright blue eyes lit up with excitement as from behind her the barkeep returned with two round trays filled with shots. The Australian watched as Fenris and Ben’s eyes lit up like little kids who were receiving their gifts on Christmas day. Her green eyes shifting towards Fenris who was at the head of the table, next to his brother. Evie just reached forward grabbing a shot before she opened her lips to speak to him.
 
“Hæ”
 
Fenris just smiled sarcastically his tone matching hers as they both brought a shot glass to their lips, before they proceeded to down it at the exact same time. Ah, Fenris. The thorn in Evie’s side. Gabriel’s new toy, she wanted to hate him but the fact that she shared far too many similarities with the Icelandic dill; she just couldn’t bring herself to. He did have a face that she wanted to punch, that stupid cheeky smirk he got on his face was enough to warrant it. Ben watched on, not overly sure how this would boil down but he was quick witted.
 
“Hey, HEY… no fighting you two… save it for the finals…”
 
Evie raised her right eyebrow, as she swept her tongue across her top teeth. Fenris’ eyes beamed with delight at the thought of these two; even though they couldn’t fight one another inside that six-sided ring, he wanted nothing more than to win the Blast from the Past. He had everything to gain and nothing to lose, yet Evie was the one with her reputation on the line. The crown to defend and the two of them knew, without even speaking a single word to one another that it was “game on” their animalistic behaviour was evident as they both eyed off the prize, like two wolves looking at the same slaughter. The sound of a glass hitting the wooden table brought their attention back to the task at hand, as Ben Jordan finished off another drink. Evie looked back at Ben, the hard expression on her face shifted, as his blue eyes sized her up for her reaction.
 
“I’ll behave.”
 
She said while rolling her eyes, to which Ben just cheekily smiled resting back into his seat as if he had just unlocked world peace. Evie pulled a strand of her long brown hair out of her face and pushed it behind her ear, showing Ben, Aron and Fenris the fresh set of stitches on her forehead and without a single second to spare Fenris let out a chuckle.
 
“Ég verð að tilkynna Courtney að þú hafir í raun veikleika.”
 
Ben didn’t understand a word that Fenris had just said to Evie, but from the heated glare that she was now giving him across the table he knew Fenris had said something to peak her interest. The Aussie just ran the tip of her tongue between her lips, before she turned to Fenris and with a wicked smirk upon her face the harshness of her accent-helped drive these words home.
 
“Segðu litlu stúlkunni að koma með það”
 
The two shared a smirk before they lifted their new drinks up, the glass hitting their lips as Aron and Ben watched on. With those words exchanged, nothing more of the upcoming match was uttered. It was just a night filled with drunken shenanigans. An episode that consisted of a “purple dinosaur” also known as a pot plant and well a shot challenge that neither party (Fenris or Ben) wanted to lose. The night ended with table dancing and a plan to knock out a pot plant (aka the dinosaur) that ended in a minor injury. Yet while the wild boys continued on their crazy ways, Evie was at the table looking down at the glass in her hand as she swirled around the two remaining ice cubes.
 
She barely had gotten past Amy Marshall at Climax Control, just hours ago how was she going to silence the roar that was Courtney Pierce? Evie had never been in this predicament before and the uncertainty was starting to consume her.
 
##
 
Somewhere between Las Vegas and London.
 
Evie rarely experienced hangovers, yet today her head was kicking her arse. Her temples were pulsing at the thought of having to sit on this plane for the next nine hours. She didn’t have to go to London; there was no appearance or event waiting for her at the other side of this flight, the young Aussie just needed to get away. The urge to tie up loose ends in place she had spent a bit of her past in was calling her, and well it was time for her to answer. The Aussie was on a private jet, I mean after she informed Mundo of her decision to go, he supplied her with his finest G6 and of course one of his many off siders. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her, it was just the thought of her going anywhere without him was enough to make him ill with worry. After all, she had a past of disappearing. As Evie sat in her large fawn coloured leather chair she looked down at her phone staring at the screen and as if on cue, the face beamed to life with a blind light. The words “Chicken little” buzzing across her screen. She didn’t waste any time accepting the FaceTime request from her tag team partner.
 
“Yo, Sugar Tits!”
 
His voice was loud and booming, as his face lit up the screen of her IPhone. Evie would never admit this aloud but she had grown fond of her little tag team partner and seeing his face, made her smile. It wasn’t a girly smile; it was more of an evil smile without the window of doubt lingering over his head if she would punt him off a stage. For some reason she had grown protective over him, even though he was doing a mighty job at holding his own.
 
“My little Chicken Nugget.”
 
Evie’s green eyes lit up with excitement, as she thought this was the social call she needed to help pass the time on this flight. However, she drew her eyebrows together in confusion as she watched Devin’s face turn from happy go lucky to firm and mad.
 
“This isn’t a social call; this is a what the fuck are you thinking call? Why would you be on a plane to London when you have a match this Sunday? Do you want to just give Courtney the win?”
 
The vein was slightly popping on his forehead, but Evie didn’t want to get into a fight, she was too meh to care about that sort of hogwash at the moment. Her match was on Sunday and the thought of it was already eating at her, she just hoped she could sneak away for a few days and relax before coming back and getting to work.
 
“I’m fine thank you, thanks for asking… how about yourself?”
 
Her thick Australian accent was harsh, she didn’t sound anything like those two annoying Aussie in that other wrestling universe. Evie smirked towards her screen while she brushed a strand of her long brown hair out of her eye.
 
“I’m not messing around Sugar Tits. First you’re hanging out with Fenris is bars and now you’re globe jumping, days out before your match. What gives?”
 
Devin seemed bothered; his whole attitude on the phone was unlike anything Evie had ever seen from him before. Sure, these two went back and forth with banter, insults and probably some truths hidden as jokes but they seemed to be working together as a well-oiled machine. Yet, here he was looking down at her, even though he was projected to her through her phone screen. 
 
“I didn’t realise that I had a keeper.”
 
She was being tongue in cheek with him, seeing how many buttons she could push but from the look on his face Devin wasn’t playing around. He rolled his eyes before he went straight back on the attack.
 
“I’m not your keeper, but you and I made a deal and I’m just failing to see you up holding your end of it. Now, explain yourself.”
 
He wanted answers and she couldn’t blame him, it was very unlike her to just get on a plane days out from the biggest match since her Sin City Wrestling return. Leaving her training schedule high and dry and for what reason? Devin demanded answers; he wanted to know what was running though her mind and how she thought this was a good idea.
 
“Relax Devin; everything is, as it was. I want what you want and that is to beat Fenris and his chew toy Courtney. Fenris and I didn’t share any deep dark secrets at the Lucky Beaver, if anything I learnt a few tricks you could focus on.”
 
Evie was trying to reassure her tag team partner but she could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t amused. It was a shitty feeling knowing that her tag team partner had his doubts about her; after all, she had just spent the last twenty-four hours doing that to herself.
 
“I’m not a magician; and I’m also not buying this.”
 
His vein was popping from his forehead as he spoke to her, Devin had a purpose in this tournament and that was to win it all and to be taken seriously. The thought of Evie dragging that down the hill at the final peak was infuriating to him.
 
“What do you want me to say Devin? Read my lips and hear me when I say this. I have the chance to become the first EVER, two-time Blast from the Past champion; I am the reigning champion of the tournament… I want nothing more than to have that title bestowed to me once again. I will not be seen as a weakness, I will NOT be a weakness. I know what I’m doing… I know what I want and there is nothing that will stop me. So, save your breathe. I know the outcome you’re seeking and trust me little one, you will find it.”
 
Evie’s blood red lips caressed together as she finished talking, hoping her words would put Devin’s mind at ease and subconsciously hoping it would do the same to the doubts that were swirling around in her head. She had never been second-guessed before and it was enough to internally cripple her.
 
“You better not screw this up, if you lose to Courtney this weekend… that puts us in a really shitty place coming to the finals.”
 
Devin was a smart man and he had a point, he had a big point and right now Evie was trying not to think of an outcome where she didn’t walk away from this match without a win. She needed to win this if she wanted any chance of heading to the finals feeling confident. She looked down at her phone and with a simple sigh, she replied.
 
“I know this.”
 
Her voice sounded defeated as she looked at him through the screen, but as she answered him, she noticed the look of anger slightly shifted from his face. Devin was finally getting somewhere with Evie and now it was time to chip away at her to break the walls down. 
 
“So what are you doing about it Sugar Tits? Because getting shit-faced with the enemy and jet setting to Jordan-Land doesn’t really scream, preparing for war.”
 
He had a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he took his shot, hoping that his choice of words would spark a reaction out of her. Evie wasn’t dumb, she knew what he was playing at but she couldn’t help but smirk, war? He wanted war? Her mind was racing, thinking of all the times she had done to others in the past and Devin was trying to coach that out of her? He was a genius.
 
“Oh you want war?”
 
Her thick accent made that sound like a threat and that is exactly what Devin wanted, he wanted Evie to light that fire she had been keeping a lid on lately. It was time to release the smoulder and let it finally burn bright. Devin looked at her, his eyes directly pin pointing hers as he spoke down the phone.
 
“I want the Evie fucking Baang that dominated the competition last year, because thus far, I seem to be doing all the work.”
 
He licked his lips, confidently as she cracked his knuckles and it was as if he was counting down her reaction time in his head because the smile on his face was priceless.
 
“You accomplish two pinfalls and that makes you the captain?”
 
It was a joke, but the way she retorted to his statement was vicious her tone was almost sinister. He really though that he was the one carrying the team? He needed to plant that seed of doubt in her mind so she could grow it and turn it into something fantastic. Evie could feel her blood starting to heat up in her body; awaken senses that had laid dormant for a while. She was tied of being the victim, for so long she was the alpha the seeker and since her time of torture, she felt like a lioness trapped inside a kitten’s body.
 
“Well, your head seems to be in the damn clouds lately. Now, what have I got to do to you, to light that fire?”
 
He was doing it now, yet she was still reserved about how far she could push herself. Evie had spent twenty-six days in darkness and now even though she was back in the light the fighter inside of her way still afraid to venture from the shadows.
 
“You could breathe?”
 
Her tone was sarcastic, bitter and dry as she looked down at her screen at Devin. Who was smiling towards her, he must have felt like the puppet master as he equally sarcastically replied.
 
“Ha-Ha.”
 
He was faking a laugh; one that she couldn’t help but think was mockery. Yet she needed this little bit of a wakeup call, to remind herself who she was.
 
“What do you want from me?”
 
Her bright white teeth came together, as she snarled. Her eyes narrowing as she wanted to hear his response. Devin wanted to win Blast from the Past and at this minute, he wasn’t sure if this was an obtainable goal with how Evie was reacting to last week’s match. Therefore, he led her to the cliff and was just about to give her a little push.
 
“You to focus.”
 
Devin had a smug smirk on his face as he looked towards the phone in his hands before he waited for her reply. Evie on the other hand was looking at him, unsure of why the tables had turned and why she was feeling like the little person but hey, whatever works, works right?
 
“I am focused.”
 
It was eighty-five percent convincing as she glared back down at him, Devin let a chuckle escape his lips before he followed it up with one last little jab at his tag team partner.
 
“Prove it, tear Courtney apart this week and make her wish she doesn’t have to face you again in two weeks’ time at Into the Void.”
 
Evie had to admit, the little person was good at giving pep talks and this one was going to play on her mind for a while. He had grown a set of balls since winning his elimination chamber match in honour wrestling and the confidence was oozing from him as he looked down the line to see the Blast from the Past victory within his grasp.
 
“That’s the plan? I mean I would hate for all of this to be said and done and I’m the one they see as the joke, and you’re the one they take seriously.”
 
She licked her lips to soothe them, as she looked down at Devin waiting to see his reaction. Evie wasn’t being mean, she was joking it was their thing they had been like this since finding out they were stuck with each other as a team. Devin was not surprised that Evie would take a swipe at him to save herself; it was what she did best.
 
“You’re not even mean anymore, you know that right?”
 
She was smiling brightly as she looked down at his face in her hands, before she winked at him. Evie was not trying to be mean; she was just trying to shift the topic of conversation. She wasn’t used to being called a weakness and right now that’s the last thing she needed to be playing on her mind.
 
“I don’t need to be… now settle the fuck down and relax, Sin City Wrestling will see the little man on top soon, just get off my case. I know what I need to do.”
 
A little bit of confidence arose to the occasion as Evie smiled devilish towards Devin. She knew she would have to dig deep to beat Courtney this coming Sunday, she knew she had a lot riding on the outcome of this match. A win was necessary. She couldn’t walk away with a loss because that would taint her return record and would put her team on the underdog status for Into the Void and if Evie knew one thing about herself. She was the one that everyone could bank on in a fight, she was the one that would take her opponents to their limits just to watch them trip fumble and fall to her feet. Evie was the wolf, the wolf that called Sin City Wrestling home for so long, before this “white wolf” decided to venture out of the unknowns. Evie was the alpha, the one that laughed in the face of pain, danger and fear. She was the one at the peak of her career had people begging not to face her, Evie just had to find her. She had to find that warrior, dust of her boots and get her back into work.
 
“Well hurry up and do it?”
 
Devin almost spat his words out of his mouth as if he was reading her mind. He needed her to wake up, see what she was worth, and see that she was needed in this team for it to work. Devin knew he couldn’t win this alone and he knew that by fate he had been teamed up with his best chance of taking out this tournament. Yet, Evie who doubted him on first sight had grown to discover that he was the missing link to her mission on getting back on top of her game. They needed each other, it was odd but it was beautiful and there was no way on God’s little green earth that Evie was going to let him down this coming Sunday. I mean just look at his little face, just staring back at her begging her to find the switch inside herself and flick it the fuck back on. Devin needed Evie at her absolute best and he was determined to do everything in his power to bring her back.
 
“I’ll see you Sunday; make sure your eyes are on my back and not watching my arse.”
 
Evie broke the silence with a joke, before she winked at him again Devin just poked his tongue out before pointing his right index finger down his throat as if he was going to be sick. They had toyed with the Sin City Wrestling fans with their cute nicknames but other than that, this was the beginning of a grand friendship. That would hopefully be topped off with the title of Mr and Ms Blast from the Past 2018 it was basically the Sin City edition of prom king and prom queen, except only better. The two didn’t share a goodbye as they just waved at their screen sarcastically before they terminated the FaceTime call.
 
The Aussie put her phone back down to her side, before she glanced at her watch she still had four hours left of this flight and there wasn’t enough time in the world to sort out her thoughts. Looking out the window all she could see was glare of the sun beaming off into the distance, which drew her mind back to the day she was freed from darkness. The brightness of the sun burned at her eyes then as it burned at her eyes now, she was blinded, dazed and confused and she only had six days left on her side to sort her shit out. Which Evie would be turning up to Climax Control? The Wolf? The Shepard? Or, alternatively, the one that was currently plaguing her, the vulnerable little mess that those twenty-six days turned her into. Only time would tell, as for right now Evie was going to pass it by shutting her eyes and falling asleep.
 
##
 
Hammersmith Bridge – West London.
 
It was a cool afternoon in London, I mean the locals probably wouldn’t have agreed but to Evie it was brisk. The breeze was icy enough for her to have a large black coat wrapped around her. This small chunky green bridge wasn’t known to many as a tourist attraction but Evie had found herself standing in the middle of the pedestrian walkway, her elbows pressed against the steel as she stared off into the distance. The River Thames was still bustling with life as competitive rowers, rowed up and down this stretch of the Thames while small boats continued to motor along. Regardless of the cars, travelling between Hammersmith and Fulham it was almost peaceful. Evie could feel the cars drive past her as the whipping of wind from their movements clapped her on the back but still her green eyes just danced with the reflections on the river. She was a million miles away from home, and as of right now he mind wasn’t with her body.
 
She watched as families walked along the riverbank enjoying their time together. Children swinging from their parent’s hands, giggling and screaming with happiness. It was a vision all too sweet that was enough to snap her back into reality. What was she doing here? She had promised her Fiancé that she wouldn’t visit the old places she used to haunt and yet her she was, overlooking a familiar place from her past. If he had known she was here, he probably would have put up more of a fight to keep her in the States. She brought her hands together and interlocked her fingers as she leant into the handrail, looking down into the murky water thinking off all the times she had been in this spot before. However, as busy as everyone seemed to be around her Evie looked as if she wasn’t in any rush.
 
“I never knew… I raised a fucking moron.”
 
His voice was deep, sinister and commanding as the unknown soul approached the young Australian from behind. He was dressed from top to tail in all black, with a large black leather jacket, keeping him warm. He didn’t linger behind her, as he quickly pressed himself against her back, causing Evie to stand up straight. She didn’t have the nerve to look back, there was a pained look across her face one that pleaded for her to run but she couldn’t.
 
“What did I tell you about coming back here? What didn’t you process about the threats I made?”
 
His voice was powerful, yet quiet, as he didn’t want to alert anyone that was passing by. He had his right hand raised, to the middle of her spine it was concealed by his thick leather jacket but a small handgun was pushing into the back of Evie’s trench coat.
 
“What can I say? I’m bad at taking directions.”
 
She wanted to look over her right shoulder, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn her neck. There was very few in this world that provoked this reaction out of her, and here she was standing in the middle of the Hammersmith bridge in a cloud of fear.
 
“You think this is funny?”
 
He was now looking out towards the River, probably thinking how easy it would be to end her life right here and right now before dumping her body into the Thames never to be seen again but he entertained her sassy attitude.
 
“I find it fucking hilarious.”
 
Evie bit back her tone was vicious, snake like as she gritted her teeth. She could feel him press the barrel of the gun into her back. He was using his full force for her to feel the round imprint of the gun through her thick layers. This wasn’t surprising, she knew exactly who was standing behind her she had known for a while. Evie was just here to double check her intuition.
 
“Oh you disappoint me.”
 
Those words brought a smile to her face, she might have feared the man that was standing behind he but she knew that history tarnished those statements. Evie used to be his golden student, the one he would trust no matter what, his prized jewel in his crown full of thieves. Now he acted as if he didn’t need her as if she was last night’s scraps. It was all too amusing to the young Australian who just exhaled deeply before snapping back.
 
“I’ll be sure to add your name to the list of others.”
 
Evie looked out towards the city of London, thinking of the people she had disappointed. It was a long list, she was going to need a while if she wanted to picture them all one by one, but the man behind her obviously didn’t have time for a trip down memory lane.
 
“You think it’s amusing to be this stupid?”
 
He brought his left hand up to the side of her head and he pushed his index finger into the side of her head. Not once did Evie lose focus of the River in front of her, she wasn’t game to turn around and confirm her suspicions just yet. As much as he scared her, she was still going test the waters before coming face to face with the man that ruined her life.
 
“Why are you here?”
 
He barked at her like a dog, demanding an answer. He wasn’t the type of man that would wait for long as she proceeded to push the gun into her spine a little harder. Evie bite her tongue, she had a game plan it wasn’t a very smart one but she had a reason for being here tonight. This whole trip to London wasn’t just some ploy.
 
“Answer me?”
 
Her lack of response was angering him, he didn’t like silence. In his world, no one ever left a commanded unanswered. He was the top dog, the leader of the pack, the master. The rulebook and Evie was just a player in his game, but she was finally playing back daring to make her own moves.
 
“I want to know why?”
 
He brought his head to the side of her, but Evie’s eye never shifted from the view in front of her. His voice drilled into her ear replaying on her mind repeatedly. It was almost comedic knowing that he was somewhat begging her for her reason for being in London, as if he owned these streets. Evie knew it was a ballsy move to come back here, but it was one she had to make
 
“Why?”
 
He pressed for an answer once more, this time his left hand coming up to cup the back of her neck. He was trying to pin down her pressure points, to drive his point home that he didn’t have all day to stand out in the middle of the afternoon looking for answers. Evie just rubbed her lips together, letting her lipstick moisten her lips before she spoke.
 
“Why, you want to know why? Why… I would ever mourn for you after everything you have done to me.”
 
Her white teeth were on display like a wolf, sizing up her next meal. A snarl on her face, expressed it all she was riddled with pain for this man, but for some reason she couldn’t work out why she let him control him they way that he did. Well she knew why, but she didn’t want to lead on to him that she knew who he was.
 
“And what was your conclusion?”
 
He almost chuckled as he spoke; still thinking that he was holding the keys to this game. However, Evie was a bitch after all and she was going to milk this for all that it was worth. As she felt his left hand slid down her back, she cringed at the thought of his hands on her body. This could go on all night as they were both as stubborn as each other, but Evie was going to make him work for it.
 
“That I’m fucking stupid.”
 
She could feel the heat from his breath on the back of her neck, as she kept her eyes on the city in front of her. Meanwhile she felt the gun slap into her back once more. He was getting tired of the games. He wanted to prove his dominance but something was holding him back. Evie knew that if anyone else had given him this much cheek they would have been in the Thames by now but here she was still living and breathing. She heard a sigh escape his lips in frustration as he finally spoke.
 
“I don’t have time for your games; you have twenty-four hours to leave this city.”
 
The gun dropped from her back as he drew his hands back down to his side. This brought a smile across her face, she knew that he still cared for her regardless of all the terrible things he had done to her or arranged for her. The fact that he was letting her go right now was proof that he still needed her, or otherwise they still wouldn’t be trapped in this conversation.
 
“Or what?”
 
She was dancing with danger as she toyed with him, as if she was coaching his next words out of his mouth. Evie wanted to see what level he would go to, to have her out of his life. She was baiting him and for once in his life, he couldn’t see it. Evie felt the man behind her step to the side, but his head tucked into the side of her face so he could speak to her softly.
 
“Or your fancy fucking Fiancé will have something to mourn over.”
 
Evie green eyes grew wide, she had no idea how he knew about her Mundo. No one knew only herself and him. Yet here he was standing behind her with Intel on this secret. It rocked her but she couldn’t show any signs on her face, but he knew that he a riled her up. He knew that he had gotten under her skin. If this was, a game of one up, he was defiantly miles ahead. There was only two people on this earth that Evie would literally do anything for and that was her best friend Calista and her man. Even though the unknown male hadn’t threatened either of them this didn’t sit well with her, it was her lively hood on the line. A life that she intended on living out with her soon to be husband.
 
“How did you?”
 
He could tell by her tone that she was shocked, but he could also tell that she wasn’t surprised that he had once again threatened her life. It was almost a daily occurrence for him to want her gone. The smile of success was beaming on his face as he brought his lips right next to her left ear so he could speak deeply into it.
 
“A father always knows.”
 
Evie froze, she knew it was him all along but he had finally admitted it. Her father didn’t wait around for her reaction he just quickly took his leave from the Hammersmith Bridge leaving his daughter to look out into the waiting night unable to move. She was too busy processing everything that had ever happened in her life and finally she was able to lay to rest the nagging question of who was behind it all. It was her father, her loving doting father that had brought her into this world of darkness only to turn against her in an instant and for what? For power. Evie took a long hard look off into the distance before she lowered her head the urge to scream was crippling her. As her gums ached from the pressure of her jaw being clenched tightly. Her knuckles were white as they formed fists by her side. The maker of her madness finally had a face, now what would she do with this information, next?
 
##
 
Somewhere fancy - London.

It had been a few days since her encounter with her father but Evie refused to leave the United Kingdom. It was the least she could do to stick the middle finger up to her father who wanted nothing to do with her for the time being. It was funny, how he played her as a yo-yo using her for her skills when it only suited himself. Only to cast her out once he was done with her. The young Australian had known for a while that her father was still alive she just didn’t realise that he would be the cause of all her misery.

Evie had stayed true to her promise to her Mundo, telling him of the interaction soon after it happened. She needed to get it all off her chest, he had begged for her to return home but he knew she was just as stubborn. That’s why he took matters into his own hands and made his way to her.

He had taken her by surprise meeting up with her in Kensington, where her hotel was. Shocking her with a large bouquet of long stemmed red roses and dinner reservations at a private restaurant over looking the Tower Bridge. So there they were sitting across a glass round table from one another deep in conversation.

“You didn’t have to come all they way here, I’m a big girl, I can look after myself.”

He watched her as she spoke making sure she knew he had his full attention, as Evie took a bite of meal she couldn’t help but feel like a little girl about to get in trouble. Mundo looked at her with a protective stare, he knew she would end up getting into trouble coming here alone and yet he knew she still needed to test the water. Evie had unfinished business in her past and he was a fool to think that she would just let it be. She was a intense woman who refused to let a task go unfinished.

“I know.”

His voice was clear and direct, hoping to give Evie some clearance on not being in trouble. It wasn’t like he was her keeper, it was just she knew that he had warned her about the possible outcome. It was an I told you so moment, but Mundo was a smart enough man not to utter those words. After all he valued his life.

“I just figured I would surprise you, my work in the States was done... plus this gives me the chance to finally take you ring shopping.”

She looked up at him, redirecting her gaze from her meal. It wasn’t until he heard her cutlery hitting the pristine white plate her steak was sitting on, that it registered that he had said something wrong. Evie was at a loss of words as she stared down the man she loved, completely taken off guard. Twice in the space of four days it was all a bit too much for the Aussie to handle.

“I thought we decided against rings?”

It wasn’t that she was against the thought of the rings to show off their love and dedication. It was just with the lives they lived, they had both decided that it wasn’t the right time to be screaming their union at the top of their lungs. He was a super successful businessman who had never mentioned her to anyone in his life, not because he was ashamed but because his private life was private. It was his domain, his escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Evie was his escape from everything that was stressful or hard so, the thought of bringing her into his spotlight was enough to make her feel uneasy. Mundo respected her decision to stay in the dark. Evie on the other hand couldn’t risk his life by bringing him into the fold of the life she once had lived, not right now while there was still people out their hunting her.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

Looking over towards her, he reached across the table to hold her left hand. Running his fingers over her ring finger, feeling disgusted in the pit of his stomach that he had left it bare for so long. Evie deserved the best and in his mind, right now he wasn’t delivering.

“What about?”

Before she could continue he had brought his right hand up, flagging her down stopping her mid sentence.

“I don’t care, for any obstacle you try and put in front of this. I’m ready, whenever you are, my love.”

Evie’s green eyes were dancing with his clear blue eyes as he watched her like a hawk. This was new to her, was she ready to have him on display for the rest of the world? Was he ready to debut her into his world? For so long it had just been the two of them, now the thought of the public being able to weigh in on them was playing on her mind. Evie watched as her Mundo smiled towards her, his toothy smirk that was enough to melt the whole Antarctic. He himself could quite easily be the cause of global warming. It was that pure smile that lead to her final answer.

“Well, I don’t see any harm in looking?”

She was playing it off cool, she didn’t want him to know what she was a puddle of emotions inside. As soon as those words escaped her lips, he brought her left hand up to his lips kissing her ring finger softly. All the while his gaze never left hers. This was a big step for them both, but it was one they were going to take together. As he held her hand across the table, her Apple Watch started to vibrate capturing his attention as the name “Ben Jordan” flashed up on the screen. His eyes lifted back up to meet Evie’s and with a smirk on his face.

“Still helping the strays I see?”

Evie just ignored the call and kept her focus on her Mundo, there was a history there that they hadn’t overly spoken about. Mundo was able to forgive Evie over the solo kiss she shared with Ben years ago but he wasn’t so forgiving when it came to Ben.

“You two should really get to know each other, some day.”

The look on his face said it all, it was never goi g to happen but right now they didn’t have time for dramatics. They only had time for one another. The two continued to dine in the luxurious restaurant that over looked the city, the glittering lights as their backdrop providing the most romantic touch to their very special night. This wasn’t the life she was used to growing up, but it was definitely the life she could very well grow to adore.
 
##

Well here we go, the first singles match I have had since my Sin City Wrestling return happens this Sunday night at Climax Control. To say I’m a little nervous would be an understatement, as it seems that I have had to rely on my tag team partner for this whole tournament. No doubt Courtney will use this against me, she will say that I am the dead weight in this team. However this week we get to go toe to toe just the two of us.

She is currently undefeated, I know what that is like. I know the pressure that comes with such responsibility. I know what’s it’s like to have that pressure on your shoulders. I just hope that like all rookies this Sunday night she compresses under the pressure, and learns the hard way that even the greatest runs can turn on you and come to an end.

 She was finally home, it had been a good few years since she could even consider something to be worthy of that title. For years Evie had shifted through different locations, never letting her feet hit solid ground. The thrill of the chase was all too real in her life, however as the tides changed she was finally trying to live a normal life.  After all she had promised her world that she would. I mean the words didn’t exactly spill from her lips, but yet her weakness and complacent practically signed the deal. Evie’s eyes scanned the well-lit city of New York from her position that was perched way up above. It was a picture-perfect view of most of the city, as it shimmered with all its bright lights and glory. The Australian bombshell was pressed up against the glass windows over looking her new hometown, somewhat tormented by the scene before her eyes.

Sure New York was beautiful but it wasn’t where she would like to call home, it was too busy, too aggressive and way to out in the open for her liking. Evie’s green eyes scanned the surrounding buildings that were stories below hers, as her apartment was perched up high. It was the penthouse, it was what her Mundo could afford after all. However, as her eyes scanned the city, her mind couldn’t switch off. She was a sitting duck up here, regardless of how well protected her life partner had promised her. In her thoughts alone Evie could pin point thirty-five prime positions where a clean shot from a sniper could erase her whole existence. It was mind numbing, how she could feel so frail in such a place that that posed as power.

It wasn’t long until Evie knew she wasn’t alone as she heard the front door of her apartment click shut, that sound was followed by the soft thuds of a well-dressed business shoe gliding across the titled floors. He was home, he was late but he was home. Evie looked down at her watch, looking at the time before sighing. It wasn’t that she was possessive over him, she knew he was a busy man it was just that she worried about him. Since exposing himself into the world she was desperate to keep from him, every minute that he was away from her or unreachable felt like a life time. It was ripping her apart, this is why Evie was so against love and yet here she was, so desperate and needy for him. That alone was enough to send her crazy.

Never in her life had she ever needed someone so much, and yet her he was. Dressed to the nines in a Tom Ford custom suit, that hugged his body so tightly if he was to flex a single glute muscle it tethered on the chance of ripping. His dark scruffy like hair was still styled immaculately as, his stubble was just the right amount between caveman and teenage boy trying his hardest to grow into a man. Evie watched as her man stripped from his jacket, before he slung it over the back of the colonel chair that was in their living room. She watched as he loosened the tie from around his neck and discarded it on to the coffee table. Before he ate up the distance between them with strong confidence strides.

He had missed her as much as she had missed him and he wasn’t afraid to show her. As soon as Evie was within reach she was in his long-toned arms, pressed into his chest and held. He lifted his right hand up to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair as he pressed her gently into him. It didn’t feel at all needy or disgusting, which is what words Evie would have used when seeing a couple in this embrace. It felt natural and real, it was as if everything bad she had ever done in her life was forgiven when she was with him. For some reason, he gave her strength, comfort and the ability to believe that she could be a better person regardless of the body count that she had left behind.

Evie’s arms wrapped about her lovers back as she pulled him in her before she gazed up into his eyes. For someone so pure, honest and wholesome he really didn’t need to have her in his life. He was a hard-working man, who had built himself up to what he was today, while Evie had manipulated her way through life, lying, cheating and stealing all so she could stay in front of the game. Yet, she was being rewarded, with something she never thought was possible, love.

He could tell that she was worried about him and without words he eased that pain, by lightly pressing his lips to hers. Although nothing ever stayed tame for long as his lips begged for hers to part so they could deepen their embrace. Without words Evie knew he was apologising for his tardiness and reassuring her that he was okay. As their lip lock drew to and end, Evie felt his right-hand slip down to her left and his fingers toyed around with her ring finger.

That’s when she closed her eyes and pressed her head against his chest, she knew what was coming and right now she couldn’t even dream to think about it. She had been alone for so long and now he was begging for her to be his. His left hand came up to cup the bottom of her chin as he raised her face gently so she could meet his gaze. As he rolled his thumb over her cheek, she opened her eyes and looked at him shocked. She was a deer in the head lights and she had no idea if she should fight or flight. Most girls dreamt of this moment and yet here Evie was, dreaming it wasn’t happening.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Have you thought of an answer yet, my love?”

His voice was eager, as if his whole life was hanging by this moment.

###

That’s when her mind took her back, it was a week after her Mundo had paid her ransom and brought her home. They had enjoyed a little downtime on his remote isolated island, to help the healing process along. However, Evie was still battered bruised and broken. The thought of food was repulsive to her let alone the thought of moving home. Truth be told, she didn’t want to leave the Island but she knew he had work that needed to be handled. Evie offered to find her own place, but he wasn’t going to stand for that as he needed her to be close. After all he had promised to keep her safe.

So, there she was standing at the front door of his mammoth open planned living in New York, to afraid to step in. there she stood empty handed with nothing to bring into this relationship, in awe of what Mundo was able to call home. It wasn’t like fancy places were new to her, it was just it was truly a sight for sore eyes after what she had just been through. He knew she was frozen stiff at the idea of moving in, especially with him. It was enough to have her running for the hills, so, he gently pushed her inside. It was so he could at least shut the door behind them.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Fuck me.”

Was all she could utter under her breathe as her eyes swirled around the apartment. Everything was pristine, everything had a place it was OCD heaven inside this apartment. Everything was in mint condition, not a scratch of a dent to be seen. And yet here she was, a battered young woman, with no real reason of even being in this world standing at the edge of a cliff wondering if she should jump. Evie watched as her Mundo dropped his bags beside the door, before he rushed to be by her side, taking her on a tour.

There weren’t many rooms, as everything was open as the entry rolled into the living, lounge and kitchen. While to the right of her was a spiral staircase that lead to an open plan bedroom and bathroom. The apartment was big enough to sleep a small village, however he had it tailored for just himself. The décor was masculine, all tones of black and white with a random pop of colour throw in, however it was a bold maroon. There was nothing sweet of soft about the appearance in this place, it was just his get away from work. However, he didn’t really need any statement pieces as three out of the four walls of his apartment were class windows. From the floor to the ceiling, it just opened up to a view of New York City.

Evie made her way over towards the glass window that had a view of the empire state building, her eyes almost for sure bugging out of her head. This normally wasn’t her cup of tea, as she hated New York but for some reason from this point of view her new home away from home didn’t look that bad. There was a light drizzle of rain, outside that had raindrops slowly sliding down her window that’s where she was lost in thought. However, as she was staring off into the distance she was lost to what was happening right here in the now.

Mundo had made his way up behind her, pressing his forehead on the back of her head. Like a lion, greeting his lioness. It was animalistic dominance like that, that had driven Evie to him in the first place. She didn’t love him for his money, she didn’t love him for his power in the business world. She loved him because he was the only man to ever make her feel weak at the knees. His voice, was like a beacon to her as every word he ever spoke to her, pulled her in for more. Evie was wild at heart but man, when he looked at her or spoke to her she wanted to be controlled.

She was his, and he was hers.

As he lingered behind her, his hands came up to her shoulders, as he ran his strong hands down her arms. The feeling of his firm skin on hers, was enough to bring her back from the land of day dreaming. He gently placed his chin on her left-hand shoulder and with all the confidence in the world his English accent drilled into her ears.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Marry me?”

His left hand had reached up and pulled a strand of her loose hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. He knew that she had heard him from her reflection in the window in front of him. He too was watching her like a hawk. Evie’s body tightened up under his grip as she was lost for words.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Marry me?”

He pressed her again, his time his chest moulded into her back, making sure his presence was felt. He was being dominate, but the grin on his face was enough to let Evie know that he wasn’t being forceful.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“I haven’t seen beauty, like this ever… Ms Evie Luna Baang. You, against that back drop, you standing here in the one of the most private places of my life. Marry Me?”

He pushed her again for an answer but as of right now she couldn’t find the words. Don’t get me wrong Evie loved him, but she couldn’t commit to anything. She was a risk to him and his life. So, Evie just stood there stone cold frozen looking at him in the reflection of the glass in front of her. Her dry lips pushed together as she thought of her answer but when she went to speak, only one thing could come out.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “I…”

She didn’t say another word, Evie just dropped her head and for the first time in a long time she began to cry.

###

Switching back into real time, the focus was back on his and her face as Evie just wanted to take a step back. However, her Mundo held onto her tightly as if he was afraid to let go.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“I am a patient man, Evie, my love… I can wait for as long as you need.”

He let go of the grip on her finger before his hand was now holding hers. Their fingers intertwining. Evie wanted to say yes, she did in fact the word was sitting right on the very tip of her tongue but there was one thing and one thing alone holding her back. She had one more shock from her past too bring up and she knew this was going to be a deal breaker. Looking up into his eyes, she finally found the words to speak.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I can’t give you what you want.”

He looked stunned at her outburst, but he narrowed his eyes and looked down upon her with a puzzled look on his face.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“What can’t you give me?”

Evie licked her lips a let out a loud sigh, this was going to hurt. She had held this information back from everyone in her life, but right now she felt like it needed to be aired.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“You want a future, I can’t give you an… heir, to all of this.”

Evie couldn’t bring herself to say “child” or “children” it was too hard for her. For years she had put on this front of being repulsed by babies, when yet there was little shadow of herself that ached for them. She motioned to their surroundings, after saying heir she felt pretty fucking dumb. As she stumbled with her words. Evie dropped her head to look at the floor, all confidence weeping from her body as she held back the urge to scream. This drove her mad, not only because she couldn’t give him a life of happiness that involved them potentially having children. It made her mad that she was never given the option, of becoming a mother. The company she had worked for, made damn sure she had no possible or future distractions in her life. So, they took the one thing, they knew all females who in their right minds, would drop everything for. Her chance at motherhood. Evie felt her little frame being lifted from her feet as she was brought into his chest tightly. He was holding her as close as he possibly could in her time of need instead of running for the hills.

The weird connection they shared, was enough for him not to question why she couldn’t deliver him children. Mundo was a very intelligent man who could string two and two together, making four of the situation.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Evie, Evie, Evie.”

His English accent was burning into her ears, as he consoled her. Even though there were no tears, he could feel her heart breaking as her memories came flooding back from the past. The sea of recollections of the pain she had been through, the lack of recovery and the forcefulness of her work was painted across her frail face and he couldn’t stand it. She was drowning and lately he wasn’t sure if he was enough to keep her afloat. He knew that she loved him, he knew that he was her world but ever since he had walked back into her life, paying for her freedom, Evie had been paying the price. He had asked her to be open and honest with him and every time she peeled back a layer, he could see a petal from her existence wither.

Evie just looked up at him, not a word to be spoken as she tucked her head into the curve of his neck.  She had shut down; her jaw was tightly clenched while his hands had bawled up and made fists. It was in her nature to go into fight mode. Even thought she wasn’t being provoked in the art of war, she was being pushed into a new place called feelings and emotions. Something she had never had to concern herself with. It was as if her humanity switch had been switched off for so long, that now since wanting to feel again was going to be the cause of her down fall.

He knew not to push her in times like this as he was kicking himself inside for being so persistent, but he loved her and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.  However, the realisation that he may never be a father was a hard-dry pill to swallow and right now he was begging to a glass of water. Regardless of that fact, right now he had his whole world in his hands and he was going to keep a tight grip onto her for as long as he could / as long as she let him. Mundo had already watched her walk out of his life once, he wasn’t going to let her or himself make the same mistake twice.

Evie couldn’t tell what he was thinking, well she could but right now wasn’t the time to be reading his body tells. As she just wanted to fade away into the background. The thought of letting him down was over bearing and she had to get away. In one swift bold move, Evie forced her way free before she made a mad dash for the door. Just as she was about to swing it open and make her exit, she felt her left arm, firmly caught by his. The young Aussie turned around, her eyes locking onto his and without hesitation he left his fears out.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Don’t go. Not again.”

Four words, four little words had Evie’s mind running overtime and now it was real. It was either fight through this… or flight and hightail it out of this sticky situation.

###

It was cold and dark, and how do I know it’s cold because there was steam rising from the heat on the black road. Steam from roads is often highlighted via the cold air that surrounds it, I don’t know I’m not a wizard. I just know that’s what it’s like when it’s cold okay? But yet what the heck were we doing in the middle of God only knows, to shoot a promotional video? Oh, that’s right, Evie Baang was on the scene. She was dress head to toe in black, her famous in ring gear to be exact. Evie had taken on the persona as a wolf, something had had become quiet the trend as of late but still she wore her wolf like head dress with pride. Her back was to the camera, but she finally kicked this off.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Last week, I heard in someone’s promotional that they didn’t like boring black background type promotionals. SO, I thought I would take this opportunity to say a big, kind and friendly, fuck you.”

Evie smirked as she looked back at the cameras over her shoulder as she carried on.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“So, here I am… in a black background still… but with an added feature of a road, some dead as fuck trees beside it. Steam rising from the heat of the road, as we head in to the brisk of the night… while my breath is given emotion as steam pours from my mouth, like a chimney who refuses to stop smoking. I hope the moon, can over compensate the boredom, your dim witted little mind, can’t comprehend”

Evie raised her arms up beside her before she shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t give two fucks about the situation. She was a troll, and not the type that lived under bridges.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Forgive me for starting this one on a dark note, but hey… while the water is still hot you might as well dive right in.”

She twirled around to face the camera and now she made her way towards it, one foot in front of the other, her footsteps seemed to be gliding across the road.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Now with that out of the way, lets start this shall we? First of all, to all of those who have congratulated me for not punting Devin across the ring last Sunday night… go fuck yourselves. Really? You send one midget flying and all of the sudden you become the slayer of the fucking dwarfs? Very original. You see unlike Miss Minnie Devi actually brings something to the table and he showed that last week when he dominated that wet fish of a man O’Malley. I’m really glad, I got to witness Dick Punch City up close and personal because boy, was that a treat. Now the pouty, lost little pathetic puppy dog of a boy that is O’Malley can finally realise that he has balls again and maybe just maybe he can move on from his… dead… wife.”

Evie knew that was going to light a fire in some peoples bellies but she was in a fuck you type of mood so she didn’t care as she just paced herself and continued.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“It’s not fucking surprise to me that Devin and I advanced last week, I mean did you really think a washed-up superhero, still begging for relevance was going to over shadow me? Fucking pathetic. Oh, and Roxi… you want to know what the fuck I’ve done that’s memorable in Sin City Wrestling? You wanna play that game? You know what that tells me? It tells me you’re too fucking lazy to come up with something solid in your promotional, so you put yourself on a fucking pedestal and try and come at me with bullshit. People call you a legend in Sin City Wrestling, I call you fucking sloppy.”

Evie green eyes were locked and loaded on the lens of the camera, she wasn’t given any room to move today. She was in a feral state of mind.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“You don’t know what I fuck I’ve done, but let me tell you what the fuck I'm going to do… I’m going to become the first ever… back to back crowned winner of the Blast from the Past… and when I do, I’m going to give the world a big fuck you. It’s doubters like you that keep my blood boiling and like you put it last week, keep me pressed and angry. I am fucking angry Roxi, because I’m tired of being disrespected by lazy, part-fucking-timers. Take your nympho wife, who is always on fucking heat and walk right out of this world… because when Devin and I win the Blast from the Past… you won’t want to cross my path. Ever. Again.”

The Aussie was mad, she felt disrespected by one of the best and nicest people in the game. It takes a lot to have Roxi come for you on a bitter level and Evie was able to get that from her but she wasn’t going to let her get away with it. Evie took her time to recapture the vibe before she carried on.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I’d say, I’m sorry for getting that off my chest but, you know… I’m never fucking sorry for anything I do. That includes what I did to Pussy last week at Climax Control. You think I’m going to stand there Pussy and give you all the answers, you want? I will come clean in my own time. I’ll let the world in on all that breaking news, when I want to and trust me… I won’t be sitting down with you so we can have a good ol’ heart to heart. For that to happen, mine would still need to be beating.”

Evie smirked, it was a perfect last time to lead up to her next.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Ah yes, the play on death that people seem to think I bang on about.”

She winked at the subtle pun with her last name before she continued.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Death, the very same thing that my opponent this week in no stranger to. She is the phoenix after all, she rises from the flames and comes back from the dead because she is the chosen fucking one. She is Kira, hear her fucking roar.”

Evie started a slow clap, that lasted three claps because she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to care.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Kira, last week you got lucky… trust me you got very lucky when your team was able to beat Mercedes and Kain. I mean beating Mercedes is huge… not many of us get the escape the shopping list style of names she checks people off of… but you, my fair lady, you got to walk away from her with your head held high. However, do not mistake last weeks victory as a walk in the park for this week? Oh, no… my little riser from the ashes. This week you get to come face to face, with me and trust me escaping death is easy… compared to walking a mile in the ring with me. You see the devil himself, won’t even dine with me… for he knows that I know more about hell then he can ever imagine and that’s saying something since he fucking invented the place.”

She was back in that place, being cold miserable but that’s what people wanted from an Evie Baang promotional. None of this emotional shit she was doing last week.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Kira, I don’t know much about you… but I must ask what comes first… the phoenix or the ashes?”

Evie had that trademark smirk on her face as her white teeth glowed between her blood red lips.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Second thought, scratch that… I don’t fucking care because what comes next for you and the magic that runs through your veins is simple… you come face to face with me at Climax Control… and I’ll make death look like a fucking vacation. There will be no rising this week Kira, there will be no chance for you to show the world how bright you burn because I will not allow it. You are a lamb, a brave little lamb but still a lamb that will be lead to slaughter. There will be no honour in your loss this week, there will be no saving grace smiling down upon you for when you fail.”

There was just a smile and a small pause to drive what she was saying home.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“There will only be you and me… and time… time that I will use wisely to pick you apart from limb too limb. I’ll pluck each and every feather from your wings and I will disable you. I will paralyse you… I will be inside your mind and every move you make, you’ll second guess it… because why? Because you can’t beat me. You can’t out mind games me, hell there are grown men around the world grabbing Vaseline and tissues to watch this match. We are the odd balls, we are the mysterious bombshells on the roaster… it’s just that you’re a made up mythical creature with no substance and I’m the fucking one that they know can get the job done.”

Evie looked at the camera before she turned to her side looking out into the trees.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“There will be no second comings for your Kira, this week it’s do or die when it comes to you living and breathing in this tournament… just sadly for you, its time for the air to leave your lungs and for your team to make its timely removal from the competition. Don’t count on John Doe to save you, because aftercall he is no one.”

Evie turned back to the camera and started to wind this one up.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Good luck out there John, because you’re going to need it. O’Malley didn’t take Devin seriously and look how he ended up, flat on his back embarrassed by his actions… don’t let the same mistakes happen to you. But, then again… I really don’t give a fuck about your team. This week it’s about MY team advancing and trust me… it’s just a hop skip and a jump away. Devin and I can work well together, he stays out of my way, I stay out of his… I mean it’s hard not to for him, he’s so little… but he is my little chicken nugget and I will protect what is mine furiously… some may even say until death.”

She ran her tongue across her teeth, lion like showing dominance.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“We’ll see you both on Sunday. I just hope both of you know what you’re getting yourself into… because once that bell sounds there is no turning back, there is no way out… John would have to make his way past Devin and even if he could there is no way in hell that Kira could over throw me. I don’t care how many lives she has exhausted. Facing me… will be like its her last one of offer and I don’t think she really wants to risk it all.”

Evie just smiles again before she wraps this one up.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“May the lord have mercy on your souls because we sure as hell won’t.”

Evie just smirked as the camera faded to black leaving her to roam the streets alone. Why was she out in the middle of nowhere? Well that will connect you to next promotional my darlings. Now if you’ll excuse me, bye bye for now.

 #OOC this will probably be my last roleplay. I'm sorry for its lack of appeal / effort.

It was dark; of course it was it wouldn't be an Evie Baang promotional if it was bright lights and loud noises. The scene was the shadows of a dark screen that the Sun City Wrestling audience was witnessing. With in a matter of moments the screen cluttered to life as the figure of a petite woman was seeing swaying her way towards the lens of the camera. It was Evie she was dressed in all black, while her long black brown hair was down and out. It was wavy meaning one thing, Odette had been around and had managed to get Evie to sit still long enough to work on her appearance. As Evie got closer to the camera her perfectly made up face could be seen as she looked dead down the centre of the camera. She was focused, the green flickers in her hazel eyes were enough to back that statement up as her stare was piercing. It was almost as if she demanded attention without even uttering a single word. Once Evie was in the centre of the screen the camera panned up, from her feet to her midsection to see her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship wrapped around her waist. It pulled her black dress into her stomach drawing your eyes into witness her figure. She was proud to be petite in the waist but curvy in the places that it mattered. As the cameras continued to pan up back to her face, her blood red lips were parted with a sickening smirk and it was clockwork as soon as she knew she had drawn in your attention she began to talk.

"I hope you enjoyed that, because I can assure you that will be the only way you will ever go down on me."

She licked her lips, before she pushed a strand of her hair out of her line of sight, scooping it behind her ear before a felicitate chuckle left her parted lips.

"So here we are, just days away from once again... seeing me your Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion stepping into the six-sided ring to take on the ever so lucky little cottontail Jessie Salco will find out that lightening can in fact strike twice in the same place."

That evil sadistic smirk was plastered on her face, but Evie didn't give much of break in between her words this week as she had a lot to say.

"Ah, a second chance for the little cottontail to prove that last time we face each other, the outcome was a mistake. A mistake that she will declare will never happen again... she will promise you all that she is more focused this week, that she is fully committed this week... she will bang on about how she has had time to train, time to rebuild and time to work on her style to adapt me. Bless her heart, the slow beating heart of the wee little hare. She is a fool if she thinks that the result on Sunday night will be any different from what happened two weeks ago. She will be beaten, used and abused and when things are all said and done she will be begging Christian Underwood and Mark Ward to stay away from me. The will of becoming the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion will be overshadowed by her fear of having to face me once more. The little Cottontail will learn her places once more Sunday night and that place, is back... far back at the end of the line."

Evie licked her lips before she looked down to her Championship belt taking a moment before she looked back to the lens of the camera. She was focused, her eyes were screaming how focused she was.

"Let me put this to you, Jessie will see this as a second chance, but really sometimes a second chance can be a nightmare dressed as a daydream."

The smirk on her face was evident as she referred to herself as being the nightmare. Evie loved putting fear into her opponents, she was known to use this to her advantage to become a nightmare. A mind fuck, it was one of her greatest pleasures.

"To me giving someone a second chance, is like gifting them an extra bullet for their gun, because they missed you the first time. Yet trust me when I say this little cottontail, I did not miss you the first time and I will not miss you again... you're within my radar, you're on my radar and once again this Sunday night you will be the target that will be shot down. Only to leave Climax Control with your tail between your legs, yet you will beg for another chance because you are too blind to see that your mind never gives up but your body can't and simply won't keep up. Tell me little cottontail what's it like knowing that your dreams of becoming the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion, is dormant? It's like being in a coma, hearing and knowing the world is going on around you and yet all you can do is lay there knowing there is nothing you can do to fix this"

Evie smirk was alive and well as she looked down the lens of the camera, her eyes piercing into the audience.

"You can't change the outcome, you never will be able to change the outcome and yet you will always try and yet you will always fail. You're a bridesmaid and yet, here I am standing proudly as the bride."

Who would have thought huh? Evie let out a small chuckle before she parted her lips once more knowing she had to wrap this one up as she had more promotional work to do an not a lot of time to do it in.

"So, my bushy tailed little hare, I will see you once again in the main event this Sunday night at Climax Control and once again the world will witness, history repeat itself... there will be no glitch in this fucking matrix, because the outcome is evident... you will be pinned, you will be beaten and you will succumb to the never ending chase of your will to become the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. You will once again have the bright lights on you and the world will be watching as you promise to show them the world and yet you'll only ever be capable of showing them an atlas."

Evie stopped giving her words a moment to sink in before she brushed her hand across the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship that was wrapped proudly around her waist. She knew that she was only days away from hopefully defending this championship that she had started to feel connected to. Although she would never say she deserved this, she knew she had to defend it like any mother would defend her young. It wasn't just a possession, it was apart of her and her journey of becoming a "better" person.

"A map, with a single destination Laughlin, Nevada... location Sam's Town... that's where we will once again pin point the exact moment in time where I rip your fucking heart out of your chest and show you, as it beats its last drum... and you realise that your dreams of becoming the World Bombshell Championship, much like your career is dead. Fucking. Dead. Mark my words and my cold dead heart... your name will go down in history as the bombshell that fucking couldn't."

With a sarcastic smirk Evie let the scene around her fade to darkness, leaving the fans with the clear message. Evie was set out to beat Jessie Salco once again and she was more than happy to send a message to anyone that was watching. It all boils down on Sunday night at Climax Control now all Evie had to do was back up her words and stay in the fight as she had violent conduct just around the corner and Polly fucking Playtime biting at her heels. To say the World Bombshell Championship division was dead, would be a harsh unwarranted comment as right now it was the hottest property on the market and every bitch was chomping at the bit to put their bid in.

##

 The screen was dark and the Sin City Wrestling fans, knew that was a sign that they were going to witness the viewing of the recently crowned Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. As the Screen started to flicker to life, her figure could be seen as she walked her way towards the camera. Her hips swaying from side to side as she glided across the floor. Eating up the space between her starting place and the camera. It didn’t take long for the cameras to pan in on her usual all black dress, her long black hair was straightened and curtained around her face. While her face, this week wasn’t banged up or bruised. She looked to be in top form, the darkness of her personal life must have shifted due to recent events. Without wasting a single second, Evie looked down the lens of the camera and started to speak.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “What is grown up in the light, must return to the dark and may the darkness that currently surrounds the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship, be everlasting.”

Her accent was thick, harsh and dripping with confidence. It was a chilling feeling as she spoke, as it raised the hairs on many arms. She was direct and to the point, a loving trait that well no one really seemed to love. Evie’s hazel eyes looked down the lens, before she parted her blood red lips to speak once more.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “Two weeks ago, at Summer XXXTreme, I did the unthinkable, when I put Crystal in her place and that’s back on the shelf to nurse her bruised ego and contemplate her status with in the halls of Sin City Wrestling. For all of those, who said that this would never happened, that my reign would never begin and hers would never end. Open your eyes and take this all in. Take in your future. Take in the darkness that will surround and engulf the ranks of the Bombshell division.”

Her poisonous smirk was on her face, as she continued to fill the SCW fans in on what was yet to come with her reign as the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “For so long, we have any and all the women of Sin City Wrestling, bang on about how they were going to lead this division into the light. How they were going to be great leaders and even better role models. Those chronicles are now being laid to rest. As I do not care for the light, nor do I wish to save you all from what this division was leading into. Let me make my intentions simple, I’m not here to save you, because it is you all, that will, need rescuing… from me.”

She paused for the dramatics all of it all, something she had learnt all too well from hanging out with Odette. However, it was starting to look like the student was almost the master at when it came to controlling and compelling her audience. Evie’s didn’t flicker as she looked down the lens as she continued doing things her way.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “I’m not going to rant on about how I deserve the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship, I’m not going to rant and rave about how you all need me to be your leader. For I am not the Sheppard that flocks the herd, I am the wolf that terrifies it. If you were looking for a leader, let me remind you… that no two paths are alike, and trust me… none of you could walk a fucking inch in my shoes.”

The camera stayed locked in on Evie’s face, watching as the green in her eyes flicked towards the light. Her eyes were intense, focused and strong as she spoke. All solid qualities of a leader, even if she refused to be called one.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “If you were seeking guidance, find yourself a therapist because I am not going to comfort the Bombshell division with lies and fables about how great we all are and how we are all worth the air that we breathe. No, simply no. I am here to remind you all, that the thing that goes bump in the night is now holding the torch. It’s now up to you to reach out and try and grab it.”

Her red lips parted as she showed her teeth, before she dragged her tongue across her teeth. It was animalistic, a display that many predators used to entice their prey into staying exactly where they were.  

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “Be careful, as the torch is very heavy, the responsibility is almost unbearable… I mean, look at the way it has yoyoed lately… Melody, Polly, Crystal… all fine examples of why greatness shouldn’t be left in the hands of the weak and why the weak should never pretend to be anything other than fragile.”

Evie just continued to smirk as she knew that was going to hit a nerve with Miss Playtime, she also knew that Crystal wouldn’t be too fond of being call fragile but from the look on the Australian’s face she didn’t seem to care. Offending people was her favourite thing to do.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “So, here we go, stepping into the new ‘era’ it’s what you all uncreative hyenas will call this, however, let me remind you. The days of the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship being saved are over and let me tell you this now. If you start to say that this Championship is dead and dying, let it be known... it’s only that way because you can’t and will not capture it. Remember, before you run your mouths, make sure you are fully aware of your capabilities, because it is your diluted visions of your self-worth, that tends to lead the lambs to slaughter… faster than the stalking of the prey.”

Evie brushed a strand of her black hair over her shoulder, tossing it behind her back like it was nothing. Her movements, were almost liquid as she appeared more ghost like than human.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “Climax Control, is just days away and the first name that is on my list, belongs to none other than Amelia Marshall. Let’s see how long it takes for her to tie her own noose around her neck and jump. Her Hall of Fame status, will mean nothing to me once she steps into that six-sided ring on Sunday night. All of her awards, all of her greatness will be left out on the ring apron, because my mindset is simple. Respect in the ring, is earned not given, Gabriel has taught me that since day one… so if Ms Marshall, thinks that I’m going to bow down to her accomplishments… the little lamb, must be dazed and confused. Lost… if you will… and lost she will be once she realised that all of her light, won’t out-weight my darkness.”

Her smirk was hard to miss, as she gently and lightly let out a chuckle. Her laughter wasn’t filled with rage or dripping with evil. It was just controlling and sickening as no one really knew what was running through the mind the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “See you on Sunday Amelia and may the lord’s luck be on your side, because you my dear, will need it.”

With her last words spoken the footage panned from Evie’s face to the side, to see the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship place onto of a pillar. The pillar was dressed up in all black and the light that was shining down upon the championship, has a rusty red glow. It was if Evie was sending a sign to the rest of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell’s that what was hers was hers and she was going to glorify it as however, she saw fit. As the footage faded on the vision of the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship, the world was left wondering. Does the Australian have what it takes to bring down a Sin City Wrestling Hall of Famer or would she be a one math wonder?

##

The week off after the Supercard is normally filled with all the Sin City Wrestling Superstars and Bombshell’s running away escaping the limelight to recharge their batteries and going on lavish holidays. Sadly, that wasn’t the case for the newly crowned Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champions, Evie Baang’s life had been at roller-coaster as of late and running off into the sunset didn’t seem right when she just got her best friend back in her life. So, sadly for all of your rooting for team Bevie, there was no sun filled fuck fest as the Cuba bash, in fact Evie didn’t even show up to her former roommate’s party. She spent the last few days, resting and recovering, while not taking her eye off her best friend. The two had jetted off to Malibu, to hang out by the beach to try and get the closest feeling of home they could muster. It was hard living in America, when all of your roots were tied to another country but hey, that was just another part of her life.

Evie was on the beach, sunbathing, while keeping an eye on her best friend Calista who was enjoying a dip in the frosty, yet still swimmable water off Malibu. To the left of Evie was Calista’s belongings that Evie couldn’t help but notice that Calista carried the note that Elijah had wrote her. Evie couldn’t understand why her friend would hold on top this note. It’s not like Calista know Elijah enough to have any feelings for him? He was the shadow of the lineage… the boogieman if you will. The family member that you know you have, but you never see or hear from. He was that type of guy, absent for a lot of their time while they were in Russia. Evie was at a lost as to why Calista would hold onto a piece of paper, that sure, screamed out Elijah’s feelings… but there was something in the pit of Evie’s stomach that was telling her that everything about Calista’s rescue, seemed to easy.

While Evie was lost in her thoughts, she almost missed Calista disappear from the water. It wasn’t until Evie turned back to face the ocean, she saw her best friend making her way back up the beach towards her. Calista had a smile on her face, something that Evie hadn’t seen in a long, long time and it was comforting to know that somewhere, inside even if it was extremely deep down she was starting to feel happy again. Calista, wasn’t good with her emotions, she couldn’t hide them, if she was sad, she was crying, while if she was happy she was laughing and smiling. She was the Ying, to Evie’s Yang, who for so long, knew how to control her emotions.

<FONT COLOR=#eb72d9> “Are you done, snooping in my bag?”

Calista’s voice was song like, sweet as honey as she looked down at Evie who offered her a towel. The Blonde Aussie just wrapped herself up, before she plonked herself down beside Evie.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “You can run all the tests you want, however, I never touched your bag.”

She was telling the truth, she didn’t have to go through Calista’s stuff to see all of her belonging pouring out of it. Calista was known for her tech skills, her organisational skills not so much. She wasn’t on trend, she wasn’t a primp and proper IT girl, who wore classes while pretending to run a big firm company during the day. Calista, was the pretty, nerd type, whose fingers had no fury like a woman scorned when it came to cracking down firewalls and raiding peoples accounts. Evie looked towards her friend and with a simple smile she asked the question that had been haunting her for days.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “Why, why are you holding onto that letter? Don’t you think this was all too easy? Don’t you think this was a set up?”

She was questioning the fact that the lineage would just let them both walk away freely. It was far too unconventional for Evie’s liking. Surely striking it this lucky in her field of work, had to be a smoke screen? Calista just looked at her bag, seeing the note sticking out of the top of it before she turned back to Evie. Her face read nothing but nerves as she finally spoke.

<FONT COLOR=#eb72d9> “Elijah and I, we, well, I, and, him, well.”

Before the nervous Calista, could muster up the words the look on Evie’s face said it all. She knew what she was going to say.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “Fuck me.”

Calista, shied away as Evie just shook her head from side to side. She was livid that her friend had hidden something from her and the tone of her voice made that clear to Calista. However, Evie didn’t have the time to fight with her as she just leant up against her best friend and tucked her in under her arm.

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “What have I told you about falling in love?”

Evie spoke to Calista as if she was her older sister, trying to spread some wisdom onto her. Calista just ducked her head under Evie’s and rested against her best friend, hoping that she would and could understand where she was coming from.

<FONT COLOR=#eb72d9> “You should try it one day Evie, it’s truly a wonderful feeling.”

Evie looked at Calista with narrow eyes before she closed them, the thought of her Mundo flooding back into her mind was enough to cripple her before she just laid back down onto the sand. These two had a lot to talk about, however right now Evie was trying to numb her mind of memories that were now coming back to haunt her. Calista knew that Evie was hiding something from her, but she knew right now wasn’t one of those times to grill her for answers as the pained look across Evie’s face was enough to kick off an argument. One she didn’t intend on having.

##

<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “So, here we go, the first defence of the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship. Sorry let me rephrase that the first defence of my Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship. I must admit it feels weird saying those words, considering that around this time last year give or take a few weeks I was making my in-ring debut for Sin City Wrestling and now I’m going to be headlining the show in a Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship title defence. Fuck me. How a space of a twelve months can come around and either ruin you or make you. I must admit, my first year in Sin City Wrestling, has been more than I could imagine and the time for my anniversary hasn’t even come to fruition yet.

Yet, here I am standing just shy of my first year in the business carrying the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship on my shoulder… now before you say, holy shit has Evie turned soft on us? Let it be known that sometimes you have to show how humble you are, before your drags the rug right out from underneath people. Yes, I’m grateful for SCW for giving me the chance to sign up and wrestle for them… yes I’m happy they took me under their wing… they gave me the stage and I took it over…

Now look at me, your Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.

Fuck it. It’s a good feeling, knowing that you made Crystal piss her pants to the point of her being rendered speechless. She can say all she wants at Climax Control but it evident to see, she knew she couldn’t beat me so she took her balls and ran home. She knew defeat was coming, so instead of facing it like the balding man that she is becoming, she took the low road and ran away with her tail tucked between her legs. She wanted to be a fighting champion, yet when the time came to fight… Crystal showed the world that she was worthless. Now, she’ll be a shadow in my past, who I have no doubt will pop back up when she smells the chance to cash in her rematch clause.

Just know Crystal, once you smell that blood in the water and you think you have the chance to strike… I will be shark, you will be the seal. So, stand back and wait for me to weaken, or fall short as a champion but know one thing for sure… you will never take away from me, what I rightly took away from you. So, cry, cry all you want… as we, a collective unit… of myself, the rest of the bombshell’s half of the roster and your starlets have run the fuck out of tissues to hand you. So, don’t whip your eyes Crystal, just whip away your existence from this company and do the world some good.

Now, Amelia Marshall do not think that I have forgotten you. Oh no you hold a key piece in this story. You are my first defence, you are my first hurdle the first bump in the road and the one that everyone will have their eyes on. Will I Evie Baang be a one match wonder, or do I have what it takes to not only win the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship but defend it. It all comes down to you and I, this Sunday night, it all comes down to who wants this more. Do you want to stand up and fight for your glory days back, or will I stop you? Do I have what it takes the defend the throne that I so rightfully claimed at Summer XXXTreme or will you, stop me?

Let’s look at the facts shall well, no matter your greatness, no matter your accomplishments… do you really think you have what it takes to cease a force that is well beyond your capabilities? Do you really think you have the strength to hold down the slayer? Do you really think you have what it takes, to hold your own against me? You had your time in the sun Amelia… you had your fairy-tale career, you had everything theta glittered and that was gold but now… you have to face the shadows… now you have to face the darkness… now you need to beg for your survival.

For when you walk into that ring on Sunday night, all of your titles, all of your history won’t mean a damn thing all that will matter is what is happening right now. And right now, THE championship is in MY hands and the history that I will be creating, won’t be spoken about in past tense… oh no, little lamb… it will be written each and every week until my championships reigns dying days.

Do you want to know if my reign is still beating? Do you want to know if there is still fight left in me after facing Crystal dissa-fucking-pointing Millar? You can beat your last fucking dollar, that there is nothing but fight still running through these veins and this fight is going to be brought to you this Sunday night. You better believe it. Regardless of us being social outside of work, once you step into that ring, you are the enemy… wait, that would be me giving your fair playing ground… you are game that needs to be hunted. While I am the champion, with a tendency to pounce.

You are the message that needs to be delivered and the message is simple, dark days are coming… the end of the light is near.

I will see you in the ring Amelia… and may the Lord have mercy on your soul, because I will not.

 <FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Boston, Boston, Boston a place that doesn’t make me feel like I’m a fucking alien in this Country. A place where people can’t speak the same fucking slang as the rest of the Americans. I think I might have found my city, a place of comfort… that was until some fuck knuckle order six slices of Pete Sirs. It was then I knew I had entered hell on earth, which is fitting because this Sunday night at Climax Control… I’m going to be standing across the ring from the devil himself.”

The view of the young Australian’s face illuminated the screen, that the Sin City Wrestling fans and well you are now currently watching. She had that bewitching look in her hazel eyes as just the focus of the camera was on them for now. Her face was the only image shown in a room filled with darkness. Her long black brown hair was lightly curled as it flooded the sides of her face, effortlessly casting a shadow across her face. Evie parted her bright red lips showing the world her sinful smirk before she continued.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “The Devil and his precious servant the heavy metal angel. What a combination of sadistic and sweetness, what a tragic display of two gods who are believed to help rule this universe. If Nicolas L Blair, is really the devil… hell must be an orphanage for lost kittens and puppies. While if Jessie is meant to be a guardian angel? I feel nothing but pity for those who send her wishes, or who praise the ground she walks on. Two fabrications, of what darkness and light we have in this world, but they will be a splendid main course and a dessert for Lord Raab and I. It will be a real fucking dinner party and you’re all invited to see how the monster devours the devil and you’ll witness a demon consume an angel.”

Evie bring her right hand up towards her face, before she slides her index finger into her mouth. She closes her lips around her finger, before she slowly drags it out of her mouth displaying her eagerness to destroy the heavy metal angel that is Jessie Salco this Sunday night. Also, if you knew the Australian Bombshell, you knew she loved to toy with the emotions of men around the world, so anything she could do to help assist that, she was going to play on it. She slowly returns her hand back down to her side and out of the view of the camera.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “An angel, will enter the ring this Sunday night however she’ll leave without her wings and why? Why? Because it’s simple, Jessie Fucking Salco isn’t an angel, nor, will she ever be. We live in a world where people like to brand themselves with names, who like to glorify themselves with nicknames to instil fear into others. I ask you this, who is really scared of a heavy metal angel? Who is really scared of an angel at all? They are the peacemakers of the universe, the protectors of the children and yet here we are looking at the world’s first heavy metal protector, the angel that is known as Jessie Fucking Salco. What is she going to protect? Because it’s sure as fuck, not crimes against music. What purpose does Jessie serve as painting herself an angelic? If she is an angel, you might as well call me the Virgin Mary.”

She had that sinful glimmer in her eyes, the one that she could only muster up before she dragged her tongue across her sharp white teeth. Evie took her time, letting her words sink in so the slow ones at home to catch up with what she was implying. As time started it tick away the Australian Bombshell decided they had waited enough before she continued.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Some say that angel’s live among us, sometimes they even hide their wings but there is no disguising the peace and hope they bring. Jessie what peace and hope are you bringing to the world? What joy to you give? Let me answer that for you, nil, none… fucking nought. And, yet here you are, standing as one of the most respected and well awarded Sin City Wrestling Bombshell’s in history? All because you created your career on a lie. A heavy metal Bombshell you might be, but an angel? That’s a big enough lie to even have Jesus rolling over in his tomb for the three nights he played hide and seek with his disciples.”

She knew she was going to hell, so she might as well keep cementing her place inside the dark halls of her eternal darkness. Evie just kept her focus on the lens in front of her before she decided to start wrapping this one up so everyone could see the mischief that she was able to get up to in Boston this week.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “The fans might have brought into your story Jessie, but I can assure you, I can see right through your lies and this Sunday night live in Boston, I’m going to expose you for what you are. You’re not an angel, you never had your wings and I will take immense pleasure in having the world watch me pluck them from your back, and dismantle the halo you wear so proudly above your head. For years, the Sin City Wrestling fans have had to watch you, fabricate a darkness and tell your story through a spiral of lies… I think it’s about time, they started to see you for whom you really are… a lost sad little child stuck in a world ruled by adults, just screaming to be noticed.”

That’s cool confident smirk was on Evie’s face as she turned her head slight to the side. The cameras picking up on her flawless made-up face. She was in a mood tonight, something that couldn’t be described but from her viewing two weeks ago, she seemed a lot happier.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I’ll give you the attention you desire little child, however little lamb you’ll learn the hard way that sometimes it better to stay in the darkness than crave for the light.”

The cameras panned in on Evie’s hazel eyes highlighting the glimmer of green that was in them showing off her focused gaze. She was fixated on the goal of beating Jessie Salco this week and she wasn’t going to stop until that goal became a reality. As the camera started to pan away from the face of fear, the young Aussie started to chuckle before the scene quickly faded to darkness.

##

Monday 24th April – Las Vegas, Nevada.

She needed a quick trip back to Vegas, after all that where she was trained and learnt how to compete for Sin City Wrestling. So of course, it would make sense for her to make a quick stop in on route to the semi-finals of the Blast from the Past tournament. Evie Baang spent the morning with her tag team partner Odette Stevens and Gabriel hashing out knew wrestling moves to try out, as Evie refused to be the rest of the Bombshells who had stale move-sets. She also wanted to take a moment to check in on the latest signing to Sin City Wrestling Devona. After all Evie had to make sure she was still the prize fighter in Gabriel’s eyes. Turns out she’s still his favourite. Well that’s the story she was sticking too.

However, that wasn’t the main reason she had swung by Las Vegas in fact she had done so, so she could catch up with her tag team partner Lord Raab before their match up this Sunday night. Now would be an appropriate time to jump on over to see Lord Raab’s promotional video to see how hanging out with the monster unfolded. I’ll wait, I mean bowling and air hockey? Who would want to miss that?

Good you’re all caught up, now let me catch you up to speed on something that you all didn’t see unfold.

It was early in the night before, Evie had taken a non-surprisingly lead when it came to bowling. Like anything in her life, if it involved hand eye coordination, Evie was naturally gifted at it. It came from years of practice when she was a child, while her father groomed her for the life of crime she would spiral into. All those knife skills had paid off in more ways than one. Nevertheless, Evie wasn’t going to take it easy on Raab, regardless of how unpredictable her tag team partner was. Deep down, she was mad for the feeling of victory and she wasn’t going to let a six foot four monster stand in her way of getting it. To say the beginning of this, catch up was a little awkward was an understatement, but it didn’t take long for the two to work themselves into some-what conversation.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Have you ever bowled before?”

Evie asked with a sarcastic smile on her face, she was mocking Raab but in a friendly way and Raab had finally picked up on her strange sarcastic Australian accent that made everything sound harsh and dry.

<FONT COLOR=#d00c1a> “Yes, Evie, Samuel and I enjoy bowling, we do this quiet regularly.”

Raab informed his partner, but the look on Evie’s face said it all she was a little shocked that Lord Raab liked to participate in games like this while he was away from the ring. She saw him as a monster and she knew deep down he was one, but something in him was changing and she couldn’t figure out if she liked it or if she hated it. When they were first announced as being each other’s partners she was excited because finally she could tag with someone that wasn’t going to ask her to change her stripes, but since doing so Raab’s actions had been opening her eyes without her permission.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Look at you being a regular human being.”

She was mocking him again but in a friendly matter of course, after all she didn’t know how else to talk to him. Raab just nodded his head as if to agree, proudly of the leaps and bounds he had been making while under the watchful eye of Henry and Ben Jordan. While Evie got up to take her turn to bowl the black glossy ball down the alley way, towards the pins Raab’s eyes caught focus of the scars that lined Evie’s skin. He had often wondered what she had gone through to encounter them, however even the monster inside of him knew that was a silly question to ask. Although he was going to suggest something for her, and he wasn’t sure if this was going to blow up in his face or not.

<FONT COLOR=#d00c1a> “Evie, I… have you ever spoken to someone about these?”

Raab motioned towards his arms, drawing Evie’s attention towards him as she held her bowling ball in her hand.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “What, have I spoken to someone about your arms? I can’t say that I have.”

Raab just shook his head from side to side, a little frustrated that Evie had lost herself in what he was asking. Of Course, Evie knew what he was talking about but she was trying to deflect it so the focus wasn’t back onto her past.

<FONT COLOR=#d00c1a> “No, I mean. Have you ever spoken to someone about what happened to you?”

He had a look of concern on his face, while Evie just narrowed her eyes and looked down towards the bowling ball in her mind. The inner Evie was telling her to launch it at him, scream at him and tell him it was none of his business however, outer Evie was just plastering on a smile trying to hide her thoughts.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “No, I really don’t think it would help. I mean what’s done is done and I can’t change that. I really don’t see anyone else swooping in making me feel better about my past.”

How could they she was stone cold killer, while a criminal instinct and fast hands that enjoyed stealing goods from others. Though Raab didn’t know this about her, all he could see was a petite female standing in front of him and even though he knew she could handle her own, he was still concerned that someone had hurt her in the past. Evie wasn’t used to this type of feeling so she was quick to change the subject.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I’ll give it some thought?”

Inside her mind, she was screaming “no fucking way.” But the smile on her face was telling Raab that she was thankful his concern and that she would consider his idea. Evie didn’t wait for Raab to reply as she just turned on the soles of her hideous bowling shoes and walked up towards the line, before she swung the ball back before forcefully flicking it down the laneway. She didn’t even bother to see where the ball ended up, she just turned and made her way back to her seat. While Raab looked at the screen, seeing that once again Evie Baang had mastered a perfect strike.

##

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, my partner slash tournament Husband thinks that I should participate in some counselling? So, I can tell my story to someone in this world who will refuse to pass judgment, who will help me move forward and live my life to the fullest without having the weight of this world upon my shoulders? What a great fucking idea, at first, I was opposed to the idea but hey if I knew it was going to be this much fun, I would have joined in on this tell all journey from day one. So here, we go, this is my life in a nutshell. Hi, my name is Evie Luna Baang and I enjoy a life of crime.”

This is the part where you all picture a group of people sitting around in a circle and they all chant back to Evie in unison “Hi Evie.” However, unfortunately for you this part isn’t on camera, but hey since you’re here you get to read about it. Pretty neat huh? It’s like two worlds in one. I’m like inception, I like fucking with your brains.

So here we see Evie Baang sitting in a bland old Sunday church like room, with a set of five seats set up to be like a ring in the middle of the room. There are five bodies sitting on each seat but the focus is purely on Evie as she looks out at the four-other people in the room whom she is talking to. Evie was wearing a long black dress that consumed her body, while a pair of large chucky black heels housed her feet. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony tail, while her hands laid in her lap peacefully. The look on her face said It all she was relaxed and at peace with the idea of sharing her story to these four individuals. Yet, they don’t make a sound as she continues to talk.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, I guess is where I start off with saying, why? Why did I go down this path in life? Well you could blame my father, I mean I did for years but then I realised, I could have stopped at any given time. I didn’t have to continue my father legacy after he died, I didn’t have to continue stealing from the rich to give to the… well my fucking self. I could have turned over a new leaf and became a better person, I mean that’s what we all strive for in life right? Well wrong. I didn’t change, I didn’t get of this path in life, because I did what I did because I wanted to and I fucking liked it… no scrap that I FUCKING LOVED IT.”

Evie looked around the room at the four other souls waiting for them to answer but she knew they wouldn’t so she just shrugged her shoulders and continued.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I loved the bank robberies, the jewellery heists, the loved the cash, the fast cars, the attention from men as soon as I walked into a room it was all worth it. I mean why waste these skills I was taught from the tender age of six? I had the world just sitting in the palm of my hands, and whenever I wanted it to revolve all I had to do was click my fingers and just like that, I could have anything and everything I always wanted. I mean some say that’s just being greedy, but I say those people are boring and unappealing. People always ask me, why didn’t I apply myself and use my skills for good, while I could have… it was hard to think of myself as anything as evil and well I liked it. So, I wore the shoes and filled the crown and built my own little empire. I mean fuck what my maths teacher used to say on my report card “Evie would do better in maths if she applied herself” sure I might not know why Jack needs twenty-seven watermelons for, but I do know how to twirl my fingers around a lock of a safe and pin point patterns and crack codes. So, don’t ever let some man, in a suit try and tell you what you can and can’t do in life.”

She looked around the circle looking for some encouragement but the other four people just sat still, with a simple shrug of her shoulders Evie pressed on and followed it all up.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I mean ANYTHING I wanted I could have, that included fine arts, rare jewels, things that people have to save a lifetime for I could collect in a matter of seconds, do you know what that power feels like? Real power, not that over played hashed out power that all the rulers of the world claim to have as their fingers dance around buttons that could nuke the world. That’s just a dick measuring stick, where I had access to stroking the buttons. I mean, a life of crime isn’t for everyone there are some flaws you need to look out for. The sleepless nights, the trust issues, the stake outs, the intel you need to collect the fake friendships you need to make all tedious bullshit that is necessary… I mean poor me, right?”

She was smirking now as she mocked herself in front of her new-found friends but still they sat in silence.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “My life was great, it truly was… that was until one late day in September two thousand and twelve when my entire world would be turned upside down when I finally got caught… sent to jail and left to rot in a prison cell for what many say was too light of sentence… life behind bars, no parole, no appeal. I guess it’s true what they say, sometimes when your hands are full you miss a grip on life. So, there I was thinking for the rest of my life I was going to have to learn how to play the harmonica and get myself into prison riots just to tickle my excitement. That wasn’t the case, you see if you’re truly good at your job, you gain fans and let’s just say some of my fans… are the most untraceable but powerful people on this planet. So, what comes next? Well like every spy movie, there is always a prison break it’s just mine doesn’t consist of folded paper swans or shitty fucking roses. It was a storm though, in fact it was a fucking hurricane but just like the morning after I disappeared and like ghost I was gone. Where did I go? One place, that Tommy Knocks has spoken about before… saying I have a secret family hiding in Russia… it’s true it all true, I do have a family in Russia… a handful of workers willing to do anything and everything they can to please the empress but even the empress has a boss. And, my boss? Well let’s just say I’ve saved all of your lives without you even knowing a damn thing was going wrong in this world. As you slept I was awake, saving you all from becoming nothing bust ash. I protected you and I helped you gain the life you have today… I didn’t ask for thanks, I didn’t beg for praise… I did it all without a single thing in return.”

She was looking at the four people around her, looking for some sort of sign of gratitude but she got nothing.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I did it, not because I wanted to save you or the world, but because I got to kill. These hands became tools and I’m blessed every day that my father gave me the keys to this kingdom when I was only six because someone out there had noticed my handy work and they were going to abuse it. Now, before you start thinking I’m KGB, SSA, CSI, SWAT or anything else, calm your tits. I worked for an organisation higher than the government and let’s just say, it wasn’t a fucking vacation. These scars that line my body, where because I was beaten, tortured, staved, battered, burnt, frozen, blistered, broken and ruined all so I knew where I stood. At the top of the kingdom for some, yet at the bottom of the food chain for others. My own family did this to me and I let them all so I could become stronger because the less emotion you showed, the more jobs you could to undertake… and the more changes you had at reclaiming your freedom. Now, let’s be honest all of that probably still doesn’t make sense to you, but it will one day… I just need a snowball effect to help catch you all up to speed. I mean I didn’t want to bore you with all the details… I mean we just simply don’t have the time.”

Evie got up from her seat and she walked across the circle to sit on the lap of the man that was sitting directly across from her. He was tied to the chair, with duct tape over his lips while his pale face was focused on hers. The Australian cupped her hand under his chin while she looked into his fearful eyes.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “This is how you repay me, for everything I’ve done for you Nikoli? I kept you alive, I gave your family a house, a home… your children could go to school and I clothed them and feed them. Yet, here you are, looking into my eyes just wondering how far gone am I? Wondering if I remember my time with the family? Oh, I remember Nikoli, I remember it all… the missions, the whippings, the torture, the pain… I remember the lineage taking me from one hell only to drop me into another and for what? So, I could be worked like a dog and treated like an ant? Even though I lead the charge. Yet here you are, looking at me, considering the fact that maybe I don’t know what you think I don’t know. Oh, but I know… I truly honestly know and let me just make this clear. You took my house, when I gave you yours… you took my life, when I gave you yours… and now you’re looking to take my heart… let’s just say I moved a piece of out play and well.”

Evie looked around at the other three seats seeing two more men around the same age of Nikoli, no longer responding, no longer with us. Her attention turned back to her old friend, as she started to stroke his black hair pushing it behind his right ear.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I thought to myself I could never take your wife away from your or your children, they are like family to me… so, I took your brothers instead, so now, their blood is on your hands. I know you have Calista, I know you have my everything dancing in the palm of your hands… but here the clincher… you have forty-eight hours to give me back my world… or I’ll start with your wife and as for little Stefan an Ingrid… well.”

Nikoli started to squirm under Evie’s body as she toyed with the idea of hurting his wife and kids. Of course, you and I both know she was pissing in the wind, but as for poor Nikoli he didn’t know what to believe as he knew what Evie had done in her past and what she was capable of.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You have forty-eight hours… to set plans in motion or I’ll be coming to kick down your door and I’ll burn down the house that I gave to you… just like you burnt down mine. Now, before you say it wasn’t you and you would never do that to me… what one person of the family does, the other person has a hand in.”

Evie got up from her seat and she walked around behind Nikoli, before she bent down so she could talk deeply into his right ear.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, run now little child… go tell the family what your sister did, because trust me Nikoli… there was ten of us… and now… there’s only eight. You might still have the numbers… but you really don’t have the brains.”

And with that she took her leave, leaving her old “brother” to sit in a room looking at his two fallen brothers in shock. Evie had spent a few good years out of this line of work and thought for sure that it was behind her, but the past has a shocking way of always creeping back into your life and reminding you of all the horrible things you have done.

##

Thursday 27th of April – West Boston, Massachusetts.

It was just a little after lunch time in the land of the “wicked” It’s a Boston thing you wouldn’t understand. While all the other Sin City Wrestling Superstars and Bombshells were out on the town, sightseeing and lapping up the joys of the tour. There was one, who was trapped inside her hotel room, screaming to be back at home in Australia. This week mark ANZAC Day for Australia a day where the veterans from all the wars, were honoured and thanked for what they had done for the great Country that is Australia (New Zealand, not so much) So the thought of being across the globe was haunting for Evie. She should have been at home honouring the fallen heroes but here she was looking out of her wall length window overseeing the sights of Boston from a far without a single care of being there.

As she looked down at this dull city, there was a loud knock at her door that stole her attention away from the honking vehicles on the busy street below her. Turning on the bare soles of her feet she made her way towards her door, unsure who would be standing behind the door as she wasn’t expecting any visitors. The banging of the door continued, until she reached for the handle. With one swift movement, she swung the door towards her, and in stumbled the one they call Ben Jordan. Ben however, had left his more suit and tie at home as the sight before Evie’s eyes was one of horror.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “What the actual fuck?”

Ben looked down at Evie with a foster in his right hand, a cork wide brim hat was perched on the top of his head. The corks swung around his face, keeping the flies away from him. His chest was puffed out and barely covered by a tight fitting deep blue singlet (wife beater) while his shorts of choice were a tattered pair of stubbies (bogan chinos) on his feet were a pair of Australian thongs or slappers or double pluggers whatever you wished to call them.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “G’day Mate. Strewth, you look like you need some cheerin’ up, you old maggie eater. Well righto then, get you pretties on and hop on it because there’s a pub with your name on it down the road, fair dinkum.”

Evie looked up at Ben, she couldn’t help but smile at his terrible Australian accent but his use of the wording was in the fight context even if it was over kill.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “What are you doing here?”

Ben just tipped his cork hat and held his fosters out towards Evie overing her a sip that she declined.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “I didn’t think I would ever have to translate, Aussie to an Aussie… what I said was… go get your going out clothes on”

Evie quickly cut him off before he continued for no real reason.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I know what you said, just what are you doing here?”

Ben just looked at Evie confused, while his blue eyes narrowed as his eyebrows wiggled closer together.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “If you knew what I said, you would know were going to lunch. Now hop on it, were going to have a bonza arvo and some blooding ripping good tucker.”

The Aussie just shook her head from side to side.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Okay, you can take me to lunch… but just stop talking like that.”

Ben just smirked while he watched Evie walk away from the front door, letting it shut behind them.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Yeah, nah… I can’t do that hey, I’ve got a whole book of slang words to you and one night to use them all in. So, me thinks you should hurry your arse up… but some daks on, I’ve been working hard yakka all morning on this so, zip your cake hole and go get ready.”

Ben grabbed onto Evie’s shoulders and he turned her around and pushed her gently towards her bedroom, hoping that was spur her on to go get ready. Evie just started to walk off on her own, leaving a happy looking Ben in the living room. The Cockney took a seat in front of the TV while he continued to drink his canned fosters.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Take your finger out of your arse Eves, were going to be full a goog from all this BBQ Tucker. I don’t want to miss out.”

He heard a draw slam before a bunch of Aussie slang was hurled in his direction from the bedroom.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Don’t fucking make me chuck a u-ey and shove that foster can right up where the sun doesn’t fuckin’ shine.”

Ben couldn’t help himself he had to laugh as the scene faded out to nothing.

##

The scene opens up on black screen before the face of Evie Baang can be seen once more, she has that focused glare in her eyes as she eyes up the camera in front of her. She doesn’t waste any time as she starts to speak to the audience at home.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “This Sunday night, you will get to witness myself and Raab take on Blair and Salco to advance into the final round of the blast From the Past tournament. The round of Semi-finals will draw to a close and finally the Sin City Wrestling universe will find out who will make it to the grand finale… who will it be? Team Blair and Salco or Raab and myself? Do you even need to ask yourself that question? The answer is blaring obvious.  I know what Raab is going to do to Blair and I’m going to watch the Devil dine at the take of the monster, only to leave broken and beaten. I’m going to enjoy watching my partner rip this mongrel apart and show the world who he really is. He might claim that he rules the darkness, that he harbours the flames but this Sunday night he will find out that I own the dark and that he is about to get burnt.”

She had her sarcastic smile on her face while she spoke about the “devil” Nicholas L Blair.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I know deep down that Blair, wishes he could have been partnered with me. I mean what does Salco even offer him? Nothing but laughter. I mean let’s give Blair his dues, like all Devils are entitled too when he looks at me being the devil himself he sits back and admires his handy work. I mean if he truly is the creature of evil, he should know what I’m capable of and he should know that Jessie’s precious little soul will belong to me… the moment that bell sounds, the moment we step into the ring. The Devil should know that he has his work cut out for him this week, because he is faced with a monster and a demon, while being flanked by an angel. I’m not a betting woman, but my money would rest on my fact that Lord Raab and I are going to rid this tournament of a fake god and an even phonier Angel.”

Her white teeth were on display and she smiled towards the Sin City Wrestling fans, not with the intention of being nice, but the pride of being cruel.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, I ask you Blair, how do you think this is going to go down, once I step inside the ring with Salco? Because odds are that you already know that your little team is screwed and there is nothing you can do about it. Jessie is the underdog and she will always be the underdog that never gets to show the world that she can be more. She can’t be more and she never will be, this Sunday night I’ll prove it to you all when I take her apart bit by bit and expose her flesh to the world. I will show everyone that she is nothing more than human, a mortal who claims to be an Angel… an Angel dedicated to heavy metal music… I mean odd fucking combination… but hey whatever gets her rocks off.”

She rolls her head on her shoulders loosening up to the spotlight.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Jessie, you need to ask yourself are you ready for this? I mean sure you have fought some of the best in Sin City Wrestling but are you ready to cross the one that even the best can’t stop? Are you ready to be put to your ultimate test and are you ready to fail? Because trust me you will fail and it will be hard to watch for your hordes of fans but it’s a given. When you step into the ring with me, you will be exposed, you will be taken apart and you will fall like they all have and like they all will… Climax Control is my show, I haven’t lost a match on Climax control since I debuted in Sin City Wrestling, so what makes you think you’re the one that can stop me? what makes you think you’re the one that has the power to end this?”

She points to herself effortlessly, highlighting what she is talking about.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You might claim to be an angel, but I enjoy peeling the wings off mythical creatures and bringing them into reality. You might claim to fly as you’re a high flyer but I pride myself on keeping my opponents down… I like to keep them grounded, so they can be close to where I end them. So, don’t think you’re the one, that can stop me. I walked into this tournament with the intentions of making it to the grand finals and all I must do is knock you off and reach them… trust me I won’t stop to think about it. I will knock you on your arse in front of the live crowd in Boston and I will make sure you don’t make the finals. The finals are my stage and I’m just one match away from being there… so for you this week in Boston, you’re in my way and I don’t take kindly to people being in my way.”

With that said and done the footage faded to black.

 <FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I haven’t been this free for a while, I mean fuck me… it’s been a while since I could post one of these fucking promos without having to watch over my shoulder to see if Odette is shaking her head in disgrace or nodding in approval. So, where the fuck were we before we were rudely interrupted by tag match after tag match after you guessed it… tag match? I’ve shown you my future, I’ve taken you back into my pass, up until the tender age of eight, so, I guess the only logical next step would be to tell you a crucial moment that happened in my life at the age of nine am I right? Well if you said, no, fuck you, drag your mouse up to the red X at the top of the screen and fuck off. Alrighty let’s get this fucking show started.”

Devotion; noun: Love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person or activity.  

A word that most use when talking about religion, love and goals. A word that many wouldn’t expect to see in my vocabulary, let alone a feeling that could possible run through these icy veins. Devotion, to me isn’t just about being in love, it’s more about being loyal and I can assure you there has only ever been one person I have been loyal to in my whole entire life. Just one, now I’m not saying I’m a compulsive cheater, I’m not saying that I’m a back-stabbing bitch who wishes nothing more than to watch everyone in this world burn to ashes. I’m saying there has only ever been one person who I can one hundred and ten per-cent say that I have devoted my life to. Sadly, for all you romantics out there, I’m not talking about some heart throb that whisked me to some fruitful Italian island and proceeded to bang my brains out all over the sandy beach.

I’m talking about my friend, my sister, my one true. “But, wait Evie what about Odette? What about Gabriel? What about Ben? Are you not devoted to them?” Let me spell this out for you, so even the smallest of minds can understand. In my life, right now I have only a handful of friends, a few good men and well a protective woman and yes, I would do anything for these people and I would protect them if they needed me to. However, there will always be one woman in my life that I would literally die for. I would kill for, I would protect until the end of time. If she was to call my name, I would drop everything in a heartbeat to be with her and why? Because she saved me, when I didn’t even realise that I needed saving. The moment our lives intertwined was the moment I knew that together forever didn’t just have to be painted on people who are in relationships, but I could also have a meaning for those who have a true pure friendship.  

When I saw her for the first time, I saw a perfect fragile brilliance, I saw promise, I saw her. When she looked at me she saw, a wild, dangerous beauty, she saw devotion, she saw me.  Both broken, incomplete souls walking this earth until that moment in time where everything just started to make sense. She needed me and I needed her.

Now before you get your hand lotion and tissues out, no this is a typical woman on woman love story that seems to be blasted all over Twitter and displayed in promotionals week in week out. This isn’t the story about my first time with a woman, this isn’t an imagine her tongue in-between my thighs type of rodeo. This is the story of how I met my oldest friend, my dearest friend the one I would die for, the one I would kill for and I one I would protect by any means necessary. It’s a story about the one who walked into my life, saw me for who I am and never left my side through thick and thin, sickness and bullet holes, through robberies and murders… my dearest, my treasure, my Calista.

##

January 23rd, 2000;

The first day of the new school year in Australia, a day that should be filled with fun memories and great times and yet this was a day that Evie couldn’t remove from her memory bank for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t easy going to school this morning, after all she would be repeating the third grade all because her parents couldn’t seem to find it important enough not to move around, time and time again impacting on her attendance which of course impacted on her grades. It wasn’t that Evie wasn’t smart, she was freakishly intelligent, it was the fact she didn’t want to be sitting inside a classroom from 9am till 3pm when she already knew, nothing they were going to teach her would be worth any weight in her mind. The attitude of her father was stronger than she would like to admit, but why should she go to school when she was learning everything she needed to at home.

So here she sits, in the passenger side of the car looking up pristine, vintage castle like buildings that stood tall on top of the hill. Evie could see other children being walked to their class rooms with their parents walking them hand in hand cotton wooling them, protecting them while her she was sitting inside her Mother’s blacked out VN commodore. She looked outside the window once more before she sighed, turning back to look at her “mother” who was practically getting ready to push her out of the car.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I’m not going, I HATE this place. You can’t make me go, daddy would never make me come here if he knew how much I HATED this place.”

She was shaking, the thought of going out there and having to repeat a grade with a bunch of kids her ages being in grade four was killing her. She felt stupid, she felt belittled and that wasn’t sitting right with her. It was embarrassing, humiliating something that had her father been home, it would have been sorted out and she would have been moved up to grade four but no her mother found a sick joy in making her repeat. Like it gave her a sense of power of her daughter.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Your father isn’t around, right now. Now is he?”

Evie’s mother voice was like nothing else, it was the coldest, deadest tone a woman could muster everything sounded like venom oozing from fangs. Nothing she said was ever warm or inviting it was just pure hatred leaking from her lips. She was dressed in all black, with large black sunglasses over her eyes. Evie hated them, her mother always wore them around her so she never knew if she was looking at her, or past her but she knew in her heart her mother would never be looking at her. She would always be looking beyond her, looking at freedom.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Shouldn’t you care that I hate this place, you are my mother.”

Even at the tender age of 9, Evie’s tone was unsympathetic, stony and callous it was as if she had lived a thousand lives and every single one of them was rotten. For a child at her ages that should have been loving the world and finding the beauty in all creatures great and small, Evie was too fixated on finding the horrific qualities in everything. She looked at her mother with a smirk on her face, hoping she had baited the hook. In her mind, she wanted her mother to say what she always said when Evie pointed this fact out to her, but somewhere in her heart deep down she was screaming for acceptance. A mother love, was a gesture that Evie had never had in her life but the inner child in her was begging for it.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “I gave birth to you, yes.”

Like a razor cutting the skin, Evie looked at her mother and held back her frown. She was a monster a true, bitter monster. Turning away from her mother she looked back out the window looking at all the other families running around having a perfect day, while she was stuck in this car with the devil. Okay, she wasn’t the devil she was just a bitch and bitch that one day would look at Evie and see what pure hatred was. However, right now she was looking forward, looking for the closest exit to the school grounds so once Evie was dropped off she could make a mad dash for it.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Now get out of the car, I’m not paying a shit tonne of money to send you to this private school, so you can sulk in the car.”

She wasn’t sulking, she was far from sulking but mother knew that this would trigger a reaction in Evie’s mind. She had to prove her mother wrong, it was a sick game they played but for some reason Evie kept falling for it. With a large exhale and a grind of her teeth Evie closed her eyes. The thought of having to repeat the third grade, the thought of another year of being bullied and picked on because she was different and she couldn’t do anything about it. Another year of having to hold back her anger, another year or pretending to care about gaining a pen license, another year of reading basic books and learning simple mind numbing tasks when she could be at home learning skills that she would need in the real world.  

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I don’t fit in here.”

Was all she could muster up and spit out, but it wasn’t long until her mother’s dead tone over took her ear ways with the harshest reality that she would ever be served in her whole entire life. Her mother didn’t even give Evie time to reflect on what she had just said out loud by accident as she was too busy in wanting to crumble every inch of confidence that her daughter had in her body.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “You’ll never fucking fit in anywhere child, it’s best that you learn that now.”

Evie knew her mother was a cold heart bitch, but to hear those worlds come out of her mouth so freely was even disturbing for her to admit. It was as if every bond between mother and daughter was ripped from them both and torn into pieces. There wasn’t a shred of hope that they could be stitched up and repaired. Evie just looked at her mouth, the fear of tears welling up in her eyes was brewing but she couldn’t let medusa see her crumble, she needed to see her turn into stone.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Now, get the fuck out of this car, or should I call your father and interrupt his business meeting in Russia to tell him his bitch for a daughter is crying because she refuses to go to school?”

Evie didn’t say a single word, she just unclicked her seatbelt, grabbed on to her school bag, opened the car door and out she popped. Her mother was the only woman in her life, that Evie wished for her approval but up until her last dying day, she never received it. As soon as the door closed behind her, Evie heard the rev of the engine and squealing of the rubber tyres on bitumen and her mother was gone. She couldn’t even wait around to see if her precious child made her way inside the school gates safety. She didn’t care.  This was nothing new to Evie, it had been this way since the first memory she had of her mother but that was an issue she would have to dwell on at another time as for right now she had bigger issues to worry about.

Looking up at the marvellous stone buildings that were before her eyes Evie didn’t wait to take the next step it was only until she felt the presence of someone in her personal space did she realise that she wasn’t dreaming any of this but in fact living this nightmare. Beside her was a girl, who was the same height as Evie, with piercing blue eyes and wavy white blonde hair. Her school uniform for freshly pressed and perfectly worn, while Evie’s was crushed and torn. She didn’t look down on Evie, in fact she just offered her a smile and a flutter of her long black eyelashes.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “Are you new here?”

Her voice was song like, the type of voice that would lead you into the water and ultimately to your death but she was pure something that Evie had never encountered. Evie turned to look at the girl who had her backpack on her back, while carrying a handful of books in her hands. They were pressed up to her chest as if she was hugging them hoping her body would absorb the knowledge within the pages. Evie just shook her head from side to side as if to say no.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Sadly, no.”

The girl beside Evie just smiled as she looked past her torn crumbled uniform, her bag that was slung to one shoulder, her rough around the edges appeal even at the age of 9 she looked a mess but that wasn’t anything she was going to judge her on.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “What grade are you in?”

Her voice was intoxicating like nectar to a bee, Evie couldn’t shake it she had never heard a female with such a sweet-sounding voice. She was so used to just dry, salted viciousness that hearing another female speak with such love and life was bewildering to her.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Three, I should be in year four, but…”

Before she could finish and make up excuses and lies for why she was repeating the blonde girl jumped up and down before she pushed into Evie, all excited.

<FONT COLOR=#FAAFBA> “MEEEEEE TOOOOO.”

Without another word exchanged, without another mention or anything the little girl with the brightest blue eyes just wrapped her right arm around Evie almost taking her under her wing before she rushed her off in the direction of school. Evie at first felt sick, the thought of someone being this close to her was something her father warned her about and every fibre in her body was telling her to lash out, was telling her to beat this woman off of her but for some strange reason this pixie beside her felt warm and inviting and it wasn’t a feeling Evie had ever felt around another human being for a long, looooong time. From that day forward, these two were inseparable, well that was until…

##

Present time; Cuba 29th of March

Evie was standing in the professionally cleaned and primed kitchen that for the last three weeks she had shared with Ben Jordan as he had taken her in under his roof for four weeks until she got her life back in order. She was facing towards his large open bay windows that had a perfect view of the Cuban ocean. However, she was taking a moment in time to view the pristine wilderness, her eyes were locked on the screen of her IPhone that she held in her right hand, while in her left she was holding a sharp knife, by the blade.  Her mind was absent from the pain what was screaming out from her sliced skin, as drops of blood dripped into the stainless sink below her hand. The paleness of her skin was the only sign of weakness as she glared down at her phone, while blood oozed from the palm of her hand. She was silent, even her moves were shy like whispers as she blinked, her eye lids torn across her burning eyes. Her jaw was clenched as she held back a scream, but not from physical pain but from mental anguish. She was so absent minded she didn’t hear the front door swing open and slam shut, all she could focus on was the photo that was lighting up the screen of her phone.

There she was her pride, her joy, her everything, her Calista. Her usually blonde hair was a sea of crimson that flooded across her face, while her perfect blue eyes seemed lifeless and dull. Across her lips was a thick piece of duct tape, while arounds her wrists and ankles rope was burning into her skin. Her flesh was red raw, her body covered in dirt, bruises, dry and fresh blood. While as she was sat up on the chair in the middle of the empty room a simple sign was hanging around her neck as if it was a piece of jewellery.

“First your house, now your everything and soon your heart. How long can you keep your soul?”

It was a threat a clear and clear as day they were working off a check list. There was only a matter of time before they would go after the next person that mattered the most to her. As Evie was processing the worlds repeatedly in her mind, she missed the sound of Ben Jordan’s feet stomping along the floor boards. It wasn’t long until he was standing behind her looking at her from the doorway of the kitchen. After first she looked normal until his eyes wandered down to the knife in her hand and the blood dripping into his sink.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Eves, you alright?”

Just like that she snapped out of her daze, dropping the knife into the sink while dropping her phone back into the front pocket of her jeans. She didn’t bother to turn around as she fumbled looking for a tea towel as she wrapped her hand up in it to stop the bleeding. While she flicked the tap on to wash away her blood from the basin. She didn’t dare to turn around as she couldn’t bear to lie to him and she didn’t want him to see the emotion on her face.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Sticks and stone may break my bones, but my cooking skills might kill me?”

She was trying to deflect from what was really happening but she was doing a terrible job. Evie looked up and saw Ben’s reflection in the glass window in front of her, as he was making his way closer to her to see if she was okay she looked down to see the mess she had made was washed away before she picked up the knife to dispose of it. Without waiting for him to take a step closer she quickly made her exit.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I’ve got to go, I’ve got a phone call to make to Raab I have some training to organise.”

##

Chicago Illinois;

It was a dim light back ally way in Chicago, where the street lights didn’t really make any impact in space. However, the Sin City Wrestling cameras knew someone was lurking in this street. As the sound of a female clearing her throat was heard. Stepping out from the shadows Evie Baang could be found dressed in all black, while toying with a Belinda Warwick action figurine in her hands. She looks at the camera and slowly drags her tongue across her parted red lips before she speaks.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “This is that moment in time everyone lines up and says what they are going to do to their opponents at Climax Control. Inserting dominance or professing their desires to be the one and only person left standing in the middle of the six-sided ring at Climax Control. A time where people find solace in lying to the good people of Sin City Wrestling… the time when this week Belinda Warwick will stand before you and state she is going to crush me, because well she’s bigger than me. but she will forget the key saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall and trust me… the age-old question will be answered at Climax Control, my only fear is that she breaks the ring with a fat arse.”

That cold emotionless laugh echoed in the ally way, as Evie still played with the doll in her hands.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Does her size intimated me? No. does her strength scare me? No. does the thought of her thick thighs being wrapped around my neck, impose fear into me? No. You see Belinda, might be big, fat and chunky but she lacks what’s needed to beat me and that’s intelligence. She’s weak, even though she is painted as strong, she is slow even though she is painted as dominate. She is beatable even though she is painted like a monster. She might look like a brick shit house, but I can assure you… she will not be stopping me this Sunday night at Climax Control.”

She uses the doll and shakes it towards the camera saying no.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Promises, promises, I can assure you the ones that I make are guarantees because until the others, I have the history to show, that every time I step into a ring focused I walk out on top. So, what makes you think a mammoth like Belinda will stop me? Nothing… she’ll be like a swing a miss and the saddest thing of all is that when she realises that I’m not a rag doll she can just throw around, I’ll have her tapping out next to no time. You see she might think she is going to pancake me on the canvas and throw me around, but trust me I like it rough… so everything she could hand out for me, everything she dishes out… every piece of pain she thinks she is serving up, I’ll be laughing because she simply won’t be that good enough. She’ll never be that good enough…”

That wicked smile was plastered on her face and she took a step forward in the ally way looking at the camera.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Belinda, might be seeking justice on Sunday night… but I can assure you, the only thing she need to be seeking after the match is some good soul searching, once I rip her to part and make her second guess her reasons for becoming a wrestler.”

Evie looks at the doll once more before she tosses it behind her, discarding it like trash.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Now I guess I should probably say something to Matheson, but, why should I? I mean I have Lord Raab in my corner, enough fucking said. It was nice to see your curly arse head try and drag yourself out of retirement though… thinking you could win something for once in your Sin City Wrestling career but once this is all said and done and once Raab destroys you one more time, you’ll crawl back into the shadows and no one will hear from you again. Not even the slightest peep.”

She motioned to her surroundings as if to say, this is where Matheson will be ending up after this Sunday night.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I will see you all this Sunday night in Chicago, and on that night, you will witness the strength of two lost souls, two broken people join and make one hell of a team in the blast from the past. You might have labelled us as the unpredictable rejects, the misfits or the monsters of this tournament and well… you’re only just days away from seeing how right you are… and yet will Raab and I care? No… we will just use it to drag each one of you into the light and expose your weaknesses. You see I already had the strongest partner when I was blessed with Raab, but now since the man has a purpose, a purpose worth more than the weight of gold to gain from this experience… to become a father… what makes you think he is just going to willing hand that over? And who am I to stop a man from getting what he wants most in life?”

That devilish two-sided smile peeped up on her face, the smile that the ones that were closest to Evie knew all to well.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Alone we are considered freaks, monsters, vicious outcasts, but together… together we will hunt like lions and clean up like vultures picking each team off that stands before us. The hunt beginning this Sunday, and who is on the menu? Drexel Matheson and Belinda Warwick. Bloody justice is only days away from being served.”

With that said, Evie stepped out of the shadows and into the main street, walking off towards a pier, where someone was waiting for her. His back was turned towards the camera but as soon as she was close to him, her arm wrapped around his and the camera cut to black.

  They say “You will not be punished for your anger; you will be punished by your anger” anger and punishment it’s a double edged sword, in which side do you think I will stand with? The side where I will receive no punishment for being angry? Or the side where I will punish myself for being angry? I know where I’ll stand, so believe me when I say this… being punished for something as little as pushing three girls out of my way, is a walk in the park compared to what my mind would do to me if I didn’t lash out.

My mother always warned me that my anger would get the better of me and that the rage that’s deep inside me - no don’t get excited Rage or get your hopes up that’s not a pun directed at you, being inside me because let’s honest it wouldn’t be much of a “deep penetration” – would be the ultimate reason why I will fail in life. Well look at me now mum, I mean… if you weren’t 6ft under pushing up blades of grass, you would be able to see that you were wrong. Everything I have done in my life that has gotten me to this point has been worth it, every spark of “anger” every  near break of my sanity and every push and shove when it came to making decisions has been worth it because I now have answers. The answers to every single question I have ever asked myself in life… I’m complete and for once I can finally tell you, that you were wrong.

I have punished myself long enough begging for your approval and now I know that all that time was wasted, do you really think that I will repeat the same process over and over again? You’re sadly mistaken, just like Mark Ward, who thinks he can control me by simply removing something that holds no value to me – Money. News flash you cannot control someone who has lost all their will to be directed, you cannot give directions to someone who refuses to be guided. So realistically let’s ask ourselves what is punishment?

Punishment: noun - a penalty inflicted as retribution for an offence. My offence; attacking three stage hands during High Stakes, my punishment the rest of the year I go without getting paid by Sin City Wrestling. My Bosses reaction to the event; justified, my reaction to the punishment, amused.

Hot Stuff, do you really think I’m driven by money? Do you really think that will stop me? You’re a fool if you do and I have no doubts in my mind that you know I will break the conditions of your proposal. If I so happen to lay a hand on someone else, stage hand, backstage worker, wrestler alike whilst not in the ring you will target my “friends” News flash, my friends no longer work for you. You cannot take a single penny from Gabriel and Odette Stevens, so I’m assuming you mean Ben? Drowning in money Ben Jordan? Consider your threat taken on board and yet consider it to be greatly ignored.

Punishments are rarely fair they are rarely justified but mine from Sin City Wrestling is just a flat line joke. It’s not going to stop me, if anything it’s going to encourage me to do more… I mean how far can I go before I’m begging Mark Ward to stop? Or how long can I continue on this path before Mark Ward is pleading with me to stop? Welcome to my frame of mind, welcome to how I operate, everything is a code, everything is a challenge and everything is set out for me to take on a knock down. They say don’t ever bite the hand that feeds you, but when the hand stops feeding you… what’s stopping you from biting back?

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

My Father always told me there are two different sets of people in life there are people who are gifted with nourishment and there are people who are dealt with punishment. You see I could wish for nourishment, but in reality we all know what God is dishing out for me purely for my life choices. My Father used to always say “at my age you want nourishment not punishment” and yet he was the most crippling, god awful man I have ever meet in my entire life and still I find myself following his footsteps following his path more and more as time continues. Clearly I’m just a sucker for pain.

So I guess this leads me to the next step on the road of my journey when I finally get to reclaim my ways of domination and destruction. This Sunday night I can right my wrongs from losing at High Stakes to Kate Steele when I get to go one on one with Amy Marshall. I mean let’s be honest, that’s what mixed tag team matches are right? Just two one on one matches combined into one, like a combo deal. You’ll get to see Amy Marshall and myself, tear the house down and maybe just maybe if I’M lucky I’ll get to see Ben Jordan teach Jamie Dean a lesson that he should have been taught a long, long, long time ago in - Respect. Apart of me wants to see a side of Ben that no one has ever seen before while a massive part of me knows that only the privileged get to see Ben Jordan in the raw. Come on, you didn’t think I was going to miss the chance to fantasize over my tag team partner did you? Never…

Regardless of the fun and games that I have in my head planned for Ben Jordan and myself this week in Cuba is strictly business, I can assure you. You see I let Gabriel down in my last match and if you for one second think that a strong minded, firm arsed, muscled up Englishman who if by chance just so happens to say the word commando to me platonically, it would probably (most definitely) make my knees spilt is going to distract me from my task at hand? You have another thing coming…

And no Steve Ramone, that’s not what she said.

##

Monday was here and gone and the two not so compatible forced tag team partners managed to make their way to Cuba, Ben got resettled back into his home while Evie just questioned herself every second she got as to what she was doing here. She felt bad in the pit of her stomach she knew it wasn’t right of her to be here, I mean what would her Mundo think? On Second thoughts she hadn’t exactly heard from him in a while so the distance between them and now her staying with Ben Jordan for the week was enough to send her mind into a meltdown. The distressing thing is; Evie didn’t have a moment to spare to break down because the souls of her past where always about reminding her that even if she wanted to she could never have a normal life. A normal life, wouldn’t that be beautiful?

If you would like a more in detailed run down of Team Ben and Evie’s Monday head over to Ben Jordan’s promo and you’ll soak it all in from there

Anyways speaking of being beautiful, the scene opens up well into Tuesday morning as the sounds of a buzzing busy street comes to life. People were talking away in Spanish, chatting about their days, singing, laughing and enjoying this pleasant day that their God had provided them. The sun way about and the rays were burning but the sun kissed tanned Cuban’s didn’t mind as they just carried on wearing basically the same outfits of tanned cargo pants with white wife-beater singlets covering their torsos. While the females were wearing tight shorts and tight shirts or beautiful handmade dresses that screamed vintage designer but were authentic to the local seamstresses that words tirelessly to accommodate the tourist that flocked to this area. This area of town of course was Old Havana, the second most populated city inside Havana it was a beautiful part of Havana with busy cafes and shops on every corner of the bright and beautiful buildings. While the cobbled streets were a beautiful step back in time, old yet pristine vintage American cars ruled the streets making Evie feel as if she was in some sort of alternative universe. The sounds of loud music pouring into the streets and even though she had never heard any of the songs before they all seemed strangely familiar to the songs her mother used to listen to while growing up.

Ben Jordan had decided to take Evie Baang on a tour of his new home, to show her some of the tourist hot spots they had spent the morning walking the streets of Old Havana before he took her to Old Square to snap the ridiculous selfie in front of the infamous water fountain that stood proudly in the middle of it. Evie couldn’t help but notice how at peace Ben was here, as he walked around in a pair of double plugged thongs, a pair of short bone coloured cargo pants and just a white t-shirt he wasn’t the suit wearing classy guy that she knew from back in the states he was this chilled out fun loving guy who loved the easy life. Evie had typically overdressed for the occasion as she wore a pair of thick chucky Dr Martens, with a grey trench coat, that looked as if she raided her partner’s wardrobe to obtain it, while she had a cute black wide brimmed hat sitting on the top of her head. Her long blackish-brown hair was down and curled while her face was perfectly made up in a natural blend of makeup. Ben had told her not overdo it but she had ignored him wholly and solely because she was a guest in his new home town and she didn’t want to put out any bad vibes to his new friendly neighbours or friends.

They were now sitting outside on a balcony of a café that looked towards the Plaza De La Cathedral, yet they also had small views of the Port of Havana. The two had ordered their lunch and were waiting on their meals while the sun beamed down on their skin, kissing it softy before a slight breeze caught them off guard. Evie’s hat was caught in the wind and it blew from the top of her head, directly towards Ben who managed to catch it and hand it back to her with a cheeky smile.

“I forgot to warn you, the sea breeze can be a little surprising at times.”

He was being short but polite in his conversation attempts. Most of the times they had spoken after work hours it was under a heavy influence of alcohol and they were a lot less concerned about what they were talking about as well you know what they say, alcohol makes the tongue dance. Wait I don’t actually think that is what they mean by it, after all. Evie just took her hat back from Ben and placed it on the chair beside her before she placed her black Hermes Birkin handbag on top of it to weigh it down. As Evie moved her hand away from her bag Ben’s eyes caught the name brand of it, before he looked back up at her in shock.

“I didn’t steal it if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I just used stolen money to buy it” is what she was going to follow that sentence up with but she bit her tongue and held it before faking a slight laugh to cover to the awkwardness of this all. Before Ben could reply the waiter had returned to place a bottle of Corona in front of Ben with a lime in it, Ben smiled up at him and nodded his head to thank him. While Evie eyed the waiter as he placed two drinks down in front of her one Lemon Lime and Bitters looking drink the other was her standard Whiskey and Coke.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Lo siento, parece que hay un error ... No he pedido esto.”

Her Spanish was flawless as the waiter just smiled at her before pointing over to a gentlemen sitting at the bar of the Café. Evie’s eyes followed in the direction of the waiter hands as did Ben’s to see an older male tipping his hat at the Young Australian. With a soft smile Evie brushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ears; somewhat embarrassed by it all before she lifted the glass of Lemon Lime and Bitters towards him, toasted him and faked a sip. As she brought the glass back down to the table Ben had a smirk from ear to ear just dancing on his face, he was just busting to say something.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Problem?”

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Not at all, do you often have strangers buying your drinks?”

Ben was joking with her, trying to get Evie to open up to him after all they were going to be partners this Sunday night and he didn’t want there to be the hindrance of awkwardness around them. Evie just rolled her hazel eyes at him and bit back with her response.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Weren’t you a stranger to me once and if my memory serves me correctly, didn’t you buy our first drink? So let’s not throw stones at glass walls that don’t need to be broken. I get what you’re doing… just relax Ben. I’ve got your back this Sunday night, I’d have your back any night… so don’t make this weird with small talk. Sure we don’t know each other that well, but trust me… small talk just isn’t our thing.”

Ben raised his right eyebrow at Evie unsure on what she was hinting at.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “And what exactly is our thing?”

Evie dragged her bottom lip into her mouth not because she was shying away from him but because she was playing with him. She placed right hand under the table but Ben didn’t notice it as he was too focused on her eyes that were enticing him into the conversation he wanted to know how she saw their friendship so he knew what he had left to work with when it came to building them into a functioning tag team by Sunday night. Right now he had his work cut out for him.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Oh you know, I always thought our thing was exchanging pleasantries under the table in busy cafés.”

As she spoke her right hand found his leg and gave it a tight squeeze holding his thigh firmly for a few seconds, from the shock of it Ben’s knee slammed into the table causing a noise to erupt from their cutlery bouncing off their dinnerware on the table. A few people around them turned to look at the both but Ben was too busy looking at Evie who had the look of the devil in her eye as she finally dragged her hand away from his leg. She had a brazen smile on her face as Ben rubbed the top of his knee cap soothing the sting.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “That’s not our thing, that’s so not our thing.”

Evie just shrugged it off as she brought her cold whiskey and coke to her lips to take a sip; she looked at him with a side eye as he fixed his posture. Ben was trying to regain composure from her messing with his mind. As Evie pulled her glass away from her lips, she swallowed her drink before licking her lips savouring the flavours that were sitting on her lips. All the time her eyes never left Ben’s as she teased him.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Relax Pistol Pete… so much pent up frustration Benny, it can’t be good for the soul and when I say soul I mean your balls. We need to find you a girl, I’m sure there are some nice Cuban girls around here somewhere.”

As Evie started to look around the café, she couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched and she wasn’t talking about the guy at the bar or the fact that Ben was glaring at her. She just had an uneasy feeling in her stomach that she wasn’t alone with Ben Jordan and that someone else she knew was nearby. Her eyes scanned her surroundings looking for something – someone - anything so she could put this feeling to rest but she came up empty handed, it wasn’t paranoia if there was anything her previous line of work taught her was to always trust her gut feeling and her gut was telling that right now they were being watched.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Thanks for the offer Eves, but I’m fine the dating scene isn’t really in my sights at the moment.”

Evie heard Ben’s English accent and it brought her back to him as she curled her lip up at him confused, she didn’t understand why he wouldn’t be four girls deep by lunch time with the way he looked but she quickly remembered that not all men who look like gods act like dicks.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Suit yourself, more for me.”

A sigh left Ben’s lips he was going to have to tell Evie the painful truth and even though he enjoyed her banter he needed to set her straight.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Eves you’re a nice girl, beautiful, funny amazing and hardworking, but this thing you keep hinting at between us isn’t going to happen.”

Evie let out a small laugh as she watched Ben painfully tell her that he wasn’t interested in her in that way. However she wasn’t hurt she wasn’t upset and she sure as hell wasn’t going to stop tormenting him. Nevertheless she did need to let me know that she already knew that things between them were never going to happen. She was just being Evie when it came to him over flowing him with banter that only Ben Jordan got to enjoy.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I wasn’t talking about you Ben; I was referring to the Cuban girls.”

She winked at him and at first Ben was all smiles, until what she had just said sunk in and all of a sudden his expression changed to one that was questioning her and everything he knew about her.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Oh… wait don’t you have a boyfriend?”

As soon as he asked that question Ben wanted to back pedal it wasn’t any of his business and he didn’t want to step over any lines. Her relationship status was like the one thing he thought he knew about her and the fact that it might have been something completely different was making him believe they were going to have to start all over again. Evie just watched as the waiter started to walk out from the kitchen with two plates in his hands that was carrying the same meals that Ben and herself had ordered, in just a few moments she was going to be saved from this weird feeling that was stinging her chest.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “He’s been away for an awful long time, plus I kinda don’t really know what we are I mean we have never actually had the talk.”

And on cue the waiter had arrived and served them up their lunches and Evie was saved by the bell. The conversation went dead quiet before Ben Jordan picked it up and soon they were lost in deep conversation about life, food and goals. Yet even though she was sharing a meal with her tag team partner she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were both being watched, so her eyes were always peeled and were always scanning their perimeters after all if something or someone from her past was around she would just have to save herself she would have to protect the mountain of muscles that was sitting directly across from her as well.

##

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Wednesday! Oh Wednesday was a good day I mean I didn’t do anything but relax all day then I overheard Mark Ward talking to Ben Jordan trying to convince the Cockney King to stay. Hopefully with a bit of luck he will get his way and finally Ben Jordan can take his spot in the singles division, you know at the top! Oh if you have NO idea what I’m talking about, you might need to switch to Ben Jordan’s promotional to catch up to speed. Go on I’ll wait, I’ve even give you an extra forty-five minute to rub one out when you see my little cameo in my tiny… tiny… tiny… white bikini.”

Cue waiting music.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Oh good you’re back… now let’s get back to business. Let’s show you what happened on Thursday shall we?”

Thursday was another beautiful day in Havana Cuba, the sun was out the birds were chirping and the beach was calling their names. The advantage of Ben Jordan living right on the beach front was the unlimited trips to the beach that Evie had taken since she had first arrived here in Cuba. Even when she was here for his big beach bash, Evie spent most of her time on the beach the saltiness in the air reminded her of home. The sound of the waves rolling in and crashing on the shoreline was enough to calm her and free her mind for a moment something that was rare to her, Evie never had an empty mind it was always racing. Always chasing something always after something and always ripping her apart from real life the past and the present.

Ben was waist deep in the ocean in front of her; the water was crystal clear as he was looking at the bottom of the white sandy ocean floor looking at something he had found. Evie was leaning up against a rock that was up on the beach, with a half drunk Corona bottle in her hands. Evie was standing with her backside resting against the rock while she was wearing a black bikini that made the white one from yesterday look like a nun’s outfit. It’s not that Evie wanted to show off her body to Ben, it was just her normal swimwear she was proud of her body, proud of her flat, toned waistline, her abs she why cover something up that took forever to build? She was even proud of the unexplainable scars – well she could explain them but probably not to you. Her scars littered her body and of course her large and bold tattoos we something else she didn’t mind having on display. However let’s be honest no one had to stress about Ben giving Evie a second look, he had a type – red heads and clearly she wasn’t a ranger so not to worry.

Evie’s long brown hair was wet and pulled back to one side, meaning she had been in the water but now she was taking her time out to enjoy the coolness of the Corona as the afternoon sun beamed down onto them still hot and still sticky. She looked peaceful; well that’s how Ben would have described it from his position in the ocean as he looked up towards her for a moment before returning back to his swimming. Evie took another sip of her Corona that was in her right hand while her left hand came down to rest against her waist, covering her belly for a second. The last thing she remembers about being in the now was watching a Englishmen swim and reminding herself to asking him who taught him how to, later of course it was light hearted Aussie VS British banter that would result in another hour long debate about which countries sporting teams were better. However the vision of perfection before her of Ben’s half naked body floating around the water swimming, turned from his ripped muscles, to the water until it faded to the bottle in her hand. Evie rested the bottle against her face, thinking that the heat was getting to her and within a single blink the bottle had changed in her mind to a loaded gun and she could hear a voice, an old familiar voice.

“Evie how many times have I told you, you need to check the safety is off first?”

In her mind she was eight again and her father way standing right beside her, as she stood there with a 9mm in both of her tiny little hands shaking them as she held the gun out in front of her. Evie was looking at the laser scope on the top barrel of the gun, while trying to line up a tin can that was sitting alone the back wall of her basement. She turned to look up at her father seeing the mixture of being proud of his little girl but disappointed at her as well. It was a frightening look because Evie had witnessed what her father did to people who had let him down; she didn’t want to be one of those people. At the tender age of eight she already had the concept in her mind that she needed to please people to keep them happy. By pleasing people she didn’t mean sexually she just meant by doing what she was told when it came to certain people in her life. Her list was short because the list of people she could trust was dictated by her father and every now and then the list would change as her father removed people from the list or Evie would just figure out for herself who was a snake before the grass was mowed.

“You need to learn how to handle a gun Poppy, or you’ll never amount to anything… sure you can use a knight but when I was your age, I could defend myself with both… it’s not rocket science Poppy. Aim, balance, settle yourself, squeeze, shoot, kill.”

Little Evie turned to look up at her father her gun still pointed down the home made range as she spoke to him.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Why can’t I just be normal? Why do I have to learn all this stuff, no one else learns this stuff.”

That’s when she remembered her father’s hand resting on her shoulder squeezing it tightly as he shook her. She could picture his hardened face now level with hers as his piercing blue eyes glared into hers. He had a presence about him that made you feel cold, making the hairs on your spine rise up and Goosebumps flood your body. Evie was convinced that her father would never actually physically hurt her; she just never wanted to push him to the point where he would snap and have no other option. She could handle the abandonment of him locking her in her room for days as punishment, but she couldn’t and wouldn’t know how to deal with herself if she thought her father saw her as a failure and lumped her with the rest of the disappointments that had ventured into his life.

“Because I’m your father and I’m telling you, you fucking need to learn this skill… now stop wasting my fucking time and shoot the fucking can. I won’t be around forever and who is going to defend you huh? Who is going to protect everything I have obtained for you and your mother? Who is going to protect the safes filled with cash, the weapons and the jewellery huh? Fucking think Poppy, think before you ask such stupid fucking questions. Now for the love of God, shoot the fucking can… if you can’t shoot the can by the time I count to ten… you’re dead to me.”

She had made him mad and now he was using that against her, Evie remembered as the gun trembled in her hands as she turned away from her father fighting the urge to cry. She lifted the gun up and that’s when she heard her father’s voice once again bellowing in her ears. “Ten” He was seriously counting down and she had to try and figure out what she was meant to do, her father had stepped her through the process and now she had nine seconds to fulfil his demand. “Nine” Evie remembered as her finger slide across the trigger as she lined up the can just sitting their innocently, before she brought her finger across to the safety she switch it off before her wobbly hands that felt like jelly raised back up looking for the target. “Eight” he was getting louder and louder as he shouted at her, before she finally took a shot. The bullet powered out of the gun spinning as it edged closer to its destination. “Seven” The bullet made impact with the cement wall behind the can she was so close, so very close. Evie quickly held the gun back up and poised herself before she took another attempt this time the bullet pierced the can and the contains inside it splattered against the wall and fell to the ground. Evie turned to look at her father sliding the safety back on the gun, so she didn’t get in trouble she was quivering as her father just looked down at her laughing, proudly laughing. Her father’s laughter was haunting, so plaguing that it had stayed with her every single day of her life and played with her mind.

The sound of him laughing at her was abruptly cut off from the feeling of the “gun” being removed her hands and her name being spoken to her.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Eves… Eves… Hello earth to Evie.”

Ben took the half-finished bottle of Corona out of Evie’s hand as he could see that something was troubling her, with three blinks she turned to look at Ben with a fake smile on her face.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Hey, sorry what?”

Ben just let out a slight chuckle before realised that Evie was shaky slightly, as a cool breeze blew up from the ocean. Ben found it weird that she was cold considering she spent a fair chunk of her time in Russia but it kicked in that she might have been in shock about something. He quickly removed the towel that was wrapped around his waist and moved it up towards her. Wrapping it around her shoulders before pulling her towards him, Evie didn’t know what to do or say but she felt Ben’s hands slip away from her body once he had made sure the towel was firmly cocooned around her body shielding her.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “You okay Eves?”

Evie just looked at Ben with an uneasy smile, she had never had anyone witness her in the middle of a flashback to her past and that was troubling her. She was weakening something that would get her shot in her line of work or maybe she was just over reacting? She couldn’t put her finger on it right now.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I’m fine… I must be sunburnt or something?”

She tried to play if off but she knew Ben was smarter than that and she knew that he would have figured out by now that she was lying to him, purely to save herself from having to explain what had happened. It wasn’t a story for him to know as she knew the more people that knew about her past the more people she would have to protect and she knew that if he even knew a glimmer of what she was really like, this whole friend’s thing would be off the table.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Hey… nick off that’s my drink.”

Ben had by accident brought Evie’s drink to his lips and finished the contents off the bottle in one swig, it was hot out and he was thirsty and well it was in his hand so he just assumed it was his. He looked down at the now empty bottle in his hand and smirked.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Was your drink, you were taking too long to finish it. It would have spoiled if you took any longer.”

He was shaking the empty bottle in her face as if to rub it in, but was met with a serious over kill eye roll.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So this is what being a partner is all about, sharing drinks?”

Evie was smirking up at Ben, her body returning back to normal as she looked him up and down trying to see if she had gotten this tag team partner idea down pat. However she was messing with him as she knew there was a lot more in being a successful tag team partner she just wanted to the deflect Ben’s attention from the fact that was just moments away from losing herself before. She was meant to be fearless, ruthless an image of strength. A spooky goddess if you will but she was just literally moments away from losing it all on the beach in front of a guy she barely knows, all because her mind was playing tricks on her. She was pissed, she wasn’t mad at Ben she was mad at herself and that was driving her crazy.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “I don’t think you’re the type of girl who could share anything.”

He tried to soften the mood and the look on her face as she looked as if she was going to strangle the closest stranger on the beach just to free herself from the mind games she was currently unleashing on herself. He didn’t know what was going on in there but he could tell it wasn’t anything good by the way she was so mysterious, she was so outspoken yet she remained in the shadows and he could tell by the soft scars on her body that Evie had been through hell. He just couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t open up to anyone; he was almost tempted to call Gabriel or Odette to see if they would shed some light on her secrets. He didn’t know why he needed to know something, anything from her past but he was interested plus he thought it would help her move on and be free. He also thought it would help him build some solid ground when it came to trusting her. Evie could see that that Ben was analysing something in his mind and that bothered her so she quickly reached out and grabs onto his hand gently pulling him back into the now.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I normally don’t play well with others, but trust me… I’ll show you at Climax Control that I can be that picture perfect Bombshell that Mark Ward wants me to be… for one week only. I know you can’t trust me because you’re not dumb, you have seen things that no one else has, all week little signs and now I know you’re trying to join the dots, my only request is that you stop. Stop trying to get to know my past, it’s not a good place to be… but believe me when I say this, I’m fully focused on our match this weekend and I will if I have to step in and take the heat off you… I will be the best female tag team partner you could ask for… but after that all bets are off, so maybe work out in your contract something that unbinds us so you don’t have to fork out money for me unleashing hell on the Bombshell division… one nauseating mole at a time. I can’t do placid, calmness fucks with me but I can assure you this week I’ll restrain myself.”

That was a lot for Ben to take in so he just stored it in the back of his mind for now and figured he would deal with it later. As of right now the sun was starting to set and they had dinner plans to get ready for.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Alrighty, let’s go take a shower and we can discuss Sunday night over dinner.”

Ben had walked right into a trap a trap that he knew as soon as he said it but he hoped that Evie would leave it alone and not go there. She was silent for a moment toying with the idea of just surprising Ben and going the less obvious way but nah that wasn’t her style when it came to him.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “A team building shower exercise… why wasn’t that written in the welcome to Cuba Team Building Week brochure? Now that sounds like a team building exercise I could wrap my hands around.”

She didn’t give him a moment to reply as she just took her leave walking past him, giving his firm arse a hardened slap as she walked past him. Ben just closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side, he had his hands full this week and the contents of his hands was Evie Luna Baang. Turning away from the water he followed her up the sandy beach, watching her like a hawk as she made her way towards his house.

##

Friday was another fun filled day with more beach goings, more midday naps followed with a quiet afternoon of dragging Ben Jordan away from his reading to have him venture out into the bustling nightlife that Cuba has to offer. Evie had heard wonderful stories about the nightlife in Cuba and seeing as it’s one of the only places on earth she hadn’t spent much time in she was desperate to sink her teeth into it. Now if you have been following the rules by now you would know to check Ben Jordan’s promotional to see how the first part of the night turned out for the Team of Ben and Evie. A few drinks and an attempted Salsa dance at a Cuban bar. However now the night had taking a twist and now Evie was on control of what was happening.

Hours onwards the two had managed to hit the town on a pub crawl something that both Brits and Aussies were famous for. Taking a detour from the main party strip Evie and Ben made their way down to the beach; they both had a drink in hand as they sat side by side on the beach looking out into the ocean. There was a distance between them as even though they had gotten someone what closure to each other this week they were still strangers and far from being best friends. Ben had taken his coat off and had offered it to Evie to cover her shoulders as the cool sea breeze blew at them from time to time reminding them of where they were as the two looked to be deep in conversation.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Okay, I’ve think we have put more than enough of these away for us to do this game correctly… we ask each other three questions about anything and we have to answer them honestly.”

Evie’s turned to look towards Ben to show him her eyes so he knew she was being serious. The main ingredient to a successful tag team was trust and well they didn’t really have anything there at the moment so she was trying to open up to him to allow him to see what she was truly like – well within reason. Ben smiled at the idea and just nodded his head in agreeance.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Alright, ladies first.”

He moved his right hand towards her opening his palm as if to motion for her to take the floor and start this team building exercises off.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Okay… So who is the real Ben Jordan?”

Evie was watching Ben as he ran his thumb down his beer bottle pushing the condensation down it before his beautiful bright white smile was seen.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “You don’t even need to ask that Eves, what you see is what you get. The real Ben Jordan is the same guy on camera and the same guy off camera.”

He flashed his smile showing her that he was being legit before he took a swig of his drink; his first question wasn’t that bad so he thought he was going to breeze through the rest of them. Evie took a moment to process his answer before she thought of a follow up question.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Rightyo question two what’s holding you back, work wise, relationship wise what’s your ball and chain?”

Hard hitting question Evie thought as she watched the Cockney King fumble with his thoughts at first. She had always wanted to ask him why he wasn’t aiming for the moon, he had the talent the looks and the money to be whatever he wanted to be but for some reason she felt like he was holding himself back and now he had to answer her honestly. Ben just took another mouthful of his beer before turning to look at the young Australian beside him.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Nothing is holding me back, I know what I’m capable of I just believe in being a part of something, working together in a team or a collective unit more so than leading something… If that makes any sense? Relationship wise… well… I’m just not interested that’s it plain and simple.”

Evie narrowed her eyes she didn’t believe him, in fact she felt like there was something there that he wasn’t sharing with her but hey they barely knew each other and she didn’t ask for details so it’s not like he was holding it back from her on purpose. She took a mouthful of her whiskey before she rolled her tongue across her lips savouring the taste of the Crown Royal.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Observation if I may?”

She was being cautious as she didn’t want to spook him but she knew that she couldn’t just give him a piece of her mind without clearance.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Go on.”

With a simple nod Ben was curious to see what Evie was going to say, he didn’t really have anyone that told him how they thought it was and now he was going to get an outsiders view into his life.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “I can tell you have been burnt, it’s written all over your face. I’ve also noticed a lot of your co-workers try and use it against you I’ve heard the chatter but I’m not one to believe in rumours… but from what I can read on your face, in your eyes is well unknowing. I could find her you know, I have my ways and well you could have answers?”

She finished her words and watched as Ben just shook his head from side to side before dropping it to the ground for a moment. He was thinking but Evie had thought she had taken it too far and was about to apologise but Ben lifted his head back up to reassure her that he was fine.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Nah Eves, believe me it aint for me, I’m happier just kicking back and doing what I want. I don’t want to rehash that part of my life.”

The glimmer in his eyes was the truth he didn’t want to open old wounds even if they never fully healed, Evie took that as sign to just move on with her last question so Ben didn’t have time to dwell on the past that she had just brought up.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Okay, final question… Where do you see yourself in five years?”

Ben looked at Evie and smiled she was taking it easy on him, he knew why she was observant and everything she wanted to know about him she probably already knew she was just doing this for his benefit and he was okay with that. It made him feel like she was welcoming him into a part of her life that not many people get to live in and that was a great reward for him. Ben Saint Ben was a sucker for helping others and right now he felt like he was making a break through with young Eves.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “That’s easy, retired sitting on this very beach.”

Ben turned back to look at the beach they were sitting on as he looked at the ocean rolling towards them with an honest smile on his face, he was happy here truly happy and that was a wonderful thing. Evie just nudged him slightly as he was looking a little lost as he looked out into the sea, bringing him back to her.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Cuban boy for life now huh? Alrighty partner hit me with your best questions.”

Evie took a massive swig of her whiskey she knew Ben was going to hit her with all he had, after all he didn’t know a damn thing about her and she was unreadable. He wanted to know more because she was interesting and she was different and also because he wanted to help her. He had lost puppy dog syndrome and Evie just screamed stray puppy.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Easy, why do you keep yourself so closed off from the world?”

She took a big inhale before a massive exhale clearing her thoughts; she knew something like this was coming her way it was obvious everyone wanted to know what she was holding back from the world. She dragged her tongue across her top row of white teeth and just clicked it off them before she bit the bullet and just started to spill her answer.  

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Well you’re not mucking around. To be honest, the world is a fucked up place with fucked up people in it. Not going to lie, I wish I was different at times, I wish I was less like this and more like them.”

Evie tipped her whisky bottle in her right hand towards a group of beautiful girls all singing and dancing on the beach being carefree and loving. For years she had wished for that life but she knew it was one of lives missions that had escaped her. Turning back to look at Ben she still had her somewhat smile on her face as she looked up at him, into his striking blue eyes.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “However life has a funny way of teaching us lessons and right now I’m repenting for my sins. So the less I include people into my life the less stress I have, the less people I have to protect and the less I have to watch people walk out of my life. People like me aren’t accepted Ben… that’s why we block everything and everyone out. It’s a cold lonely world at times, but it’s in the best interest of others.”

It was a cryptic answer but it was the truth, she didn’t need to give him all the details because well they would be there for days not hours talking about her life. Ben just simply nodded and continued.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “I have so many follow up questions to that, but I hope you will let me ask them at another time. Hmm let’s see if you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?”

He was staring at her as she smirked at him, he knew something was coming.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Bigger tits and a rounder arse.”

She winked at him with a white smirk on her face as her red lips parted teasingly.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “I’m being serious Evie.”

He had a point now wasn’t the place or time for jokes now was the time for honest answers and well she was going to give him one. Evie brought the lip of the bottle to her mouth once again and took a swig of the contents letting the whiskey sit in her mouth for a few moments before she swallowed it. She loved the way it burned as it slide down her throat reminding her that everything in life comes with a price and everything in life that brings pleasure also brings a little pain.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “If I could change something about myself what would it be? To be honest I probably wouldn’t change a whole lot, I mean my life is the reason I am who I am today. I can’t stop that, I can’t fix that… my life is pretty much mapped out… if I could go back in time and alter something? Well I know for sure I wouldn’t keep the man who means the most to me as a secret. I would tell everyone who he is and show the world who he is, but it’s not worth risking him to ridicule it’s not worth having him being mocked because of me… or worst in danger. That eats me alive.”

She was being raw with him and he could tell from the passionate tone of her usually dry Australian accent. There was more to that story as well but Ben knew now was the right time or place to ask about Evie’s love life - especially after she had just said, that people would see her as an embarrassment for her Mundo. He didn’t want to peel back those levels of emotional warfare when they were just starting to finally click and get to know one another.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Once again I have several follow up questions, but those aren’t the rules… I guess my final question is the hard hitting one. What would you like for Christmas?”

He let out a slight chuckle as he wanted to return the light to this conversation and drag it back out of the dark where it was headed. Ben gave her a little nudge before he waited for her reply.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Like in general or from you?”

Evie had her eyes narrowed up at him as she was searching for what level he was aiming this question at her. Truth be told Evie hated Christmas so this wasn’t going to end well.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Let’s go with both?”

He was keeping his options open you know in case he felt the need to buy her something if their friendship started to take off.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Simple, you buy me nothing. I don’t believe in Christmas I’ve have never celebrated Christmas… I don’t even know the words to any Christmas songs, I fucking hate Santa especially the ones who dress up as him in the malls. So my ideal December twenty-fifth would be to wake up in my home in Washington see the beautiful snow falling outside my windows I want to roll over and see Mi Mundo beside me. His initials throbbing and bruised into my chest from love bites and my nail marks scored down his back, smiles on our faces and a day filled with each other and not one single shitty Mariah Carey Christmas song playing… not a single expectation of giving each other material gifts, just us being us and us giving each other to one another.”

She didn’t turn to look at him she turned away from Ben to look out into the ocean, that was as real as she gets. Evie brought the bottle to her lips once more and she downed the last mouthful of her drink before she rested the empty glass in her lap. Ben didn’t know what to stay at first but he though a light hearted joke would ease the tension.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “I didn’t picture you as a romantic?!”

He was smirking at her and she could tell that and she wasn’t even looking at him. Ben was impressed that she had been so open and honest with him something that he wouldn’t over look and that he would keep to himself.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Just keep my secret and I won’t have to use you for shark bait.”

She turned back to look at him the truth blazing in her eyes and Ben just took a swig of his beer, she was kidding right? No sadly she wasn’t and Ben just nervously laughed it off before letting silence fill the air around them. Tonight wasn’t such a bad night after all. After a few more minutes of chatting he finally helped Evie up to her feet and the two set off on a walk down town back towards his home.

##

Now would be a good time to be familiar with Ben Jordan’s focus part of his promotional video or what is about to happen isn’t going to make much sense.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Watch me.”

Ben did in fact watch Evie as she took her spot from behind him and stepped around him taking the lead in their joint match focus. Mr Jordan had a worried look on his face as he knew what Evie was like when it came to her promos and he knew what she was like with her tongue. Her acid like tongue that she used to spit venom out when she spoke about her opponents, he watched as Evie looked back at him over her shoulder with a sinful look in her eyes something he knew wasn’t going to end up well for his friends Jamie and Amy.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “You see while my tag team partner for Sunday night tries to hold back and keep his composure when it comes to facing his best mate Jamie Dean… I’ll take great pleasure in giving him a well needed wake up call.”

Evie looks away from Ben and towards the camera with a devilish smile on her face, she knew this was going to cause some tension but she didn’t care after all she was getting paid – well not anymore – to do her job and she wasn’t going to back down just because of the heart breaking situation that Christian Underwood had put team BJ in.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “The way I see it everything that Ben just said might to true to him, it might be how he really feels but the way I see it is… thank fuck for Christian Underwood and thank fuck that he stuck his nose into this. No I don’t think it’s right that he has turned into a little bitch but I do think it’s right that he is freeing this guy from the ball and chain Jamie Dean. I mean Ben can’t see it now and he probably will never see it as he’s got his friendly rose tinted glasses on, but it’s clear as day that Jamie Dean was the soul crushing, leech in team BJ. I mean… it makes sense that he would be a leech considering well… join the dots… or if you don’t understand get a new vantage point and get on your knees.”

Evie was stopped in mid-sentence as Ben spoke to her.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “Eves.”

Turning back to look at Ben, she just smirked placing her right index finger over her lips telling him to be quiet. She watched his eyes widen as she just spun back around and continued where she left off.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Let’s look at the facts guys Ben Jordan carried your team week in and week out regardless of whom was the puppet and who was the puppet master pulling the strings. Case and point, the night you both lost your tag team championships a match that MY Partner Ben Jordan had to carry on his own, because where was Jamie? Where was he? I mean he wasn’t anywhere to be found when Ben needed a friendly assist I mean the Elders had you guys pinned up into a corner but where was Jamie while Ben was getting battered and bruised? Why didn’t Mr Dean slide on into the ring, like he slides into everyone’s timelines with cheap nasty little pick up attempts? You know the saddest thing of all is after they lost the tag team championships in the worst way and weirdest way ever… this guy behind me felt as if he had let down Jamie Dean… when in reality… where was Jamie when he needed him the most? In the middle of somewhere and nowhere.”

Evie felt Ben move up behind her and she could sense he was going to place his hand on her shoulder to give it a shake to stop her from talking about Jamie but she just took a step forward and dodged it.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Jamie, Jamie, Jamie… Sin City Wrestling’s powderpuff boy... Jamie Dean the man who cries out for attention and basically crawls on his hands and knees to be accepted and loved by all but who is the most judgemental douchebag on the whole entire roster. Jamie Dean the man willing to let Christian Underwood get inside his head and compare his break up from his last five minute boyfriend to Ben Jordan stating that he was thinking of folding in his Sin City Wrestling career. Jamie Dean the man who was willing to WALK away from Ben at Climax Control and sulk like a little boy who had dropped his ice cream cone on a hot summers day instead of being a man and facing his best friend, facing his tag team partner and talking to him. Jamie Dean the same man who took on Shipman and when he was in a time of need Ben Jordan sprang into action to make sure you weren’t another one of Shipman’s toys that he could just play with… The actor the pretender the one who wants everyone to love him but is too busy judging the likes of others when he begs out to be accepted… that’s the real Jamie Dean. He’s a rat… and I would love it so much if Ben was willing to see you for what you are, but mate it’s your lucky day on Sunday night because I know he won’t come down on your hard... I know he will hold himself back once he gets in that ring to face you one on one… because you’re the stray puppy that Ben Jordan needs to save over and over and over again… and realistically sometimes stray puppies need to be put down… but you and I know both know that Ben Jordan won’t do that.”

Evie felt Ben’s hand on her shoulder as he pulled her back, pulling her attention away from the audience and back towards him the look in his eyes said it all he was begging for her to stop talking about his tag team partner. The Aussie on the other hand wasn’t done yet.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Don’t even think about telling me to stop, or please Evie don’t talk about Jamie like that anymore he’s my friend. He’s the puppet master and he made you dance on those strings so hard and that’s sickens me. Jamie clicked his glitter shoes together three times, he wiggled his nose and”

Evie clicked her fingers startling Ben.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Just like that whatever he wanted to do you was doing it. I’m not saying you don’t have a mind of your own Ben, I would never doubt your intelligence I’m just saying that when it comes to seeing Jamie for who he really is… you’ve got hands covering your eyes.”

Ben was quick to stop Evie as he tried to steal her attention away from what she was saying with a frown on his face.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Don’t look so sad Ben I’m sure Jamie Dean has used plenty of men before to get further ahead in life… everyone sees him as this cute little party boy with a big heart who is willing to do whatever it takes to have everyone eating out of the palm of his hands that they are missing the evidence that is right in front of their faces… he’s a spiteful mess of man who is willing to step on anyone and anything to get what he wants. Ask yourself Ben how many times did you get to do what you wanted while you were trapped in that God awful tag team?”

She could see the look in his eyes changing from happy go lucky Ben to a sterner Ben, she wasn’t shocked after all she was trying to open his eyes but sometimes Friendships were too tight to see the truth even if it was Evie’s take on the truth. She held her hands up towards Ben and whispered something towards him before she turned around back to the camera.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Okay… I’ll stop but Jamie I have a suggestion for you to think about. You and Ben don’t even have to step foot in this match, you two don’t even have to go head to head, toe to toe… you don’t even have to fight each other… Amy and I will do all the work… but I will drag Amy through hell, I will make an example out of her and I will use her as the stepping stone that she is all you have to do in stand on the ring apron and watch me drag Amy around that ring using her like a rag doll, I mean you should be used to doing that… it’s what you did while you tagged with Ben so really it’s a motion that should be second nature to you… So on Sunday night my words of advice to you are simple… don’t tag in. You could save your friendship with Ben anymore harm; you could possibly even be the reason why he decides to stay in Sin City Wrestling if you just pulled you head out of your arse and see the difference between Ben and an ex-boyfriend… but are you willing to sacrifice Amy? I hope for your sakes you read my lips very, very carefully because I might not think much about your two faced personality… but I care for the Cockney that is standing beside me… so do us both a favour and STAY OUT of this match… don’t tag in… don’t get involved and don’t mess things up more than what you already have.”

Evie turned to Ben who was standing beside her and flashed him a smile, a smile that wasn’t returned because Ben was too busy processing what she had just said. He didn’t know what to do or say because he needed to support Jamie but Ben also needed to have her back leading into her first ever tag team match up this Sunday night. Ben gave her that look as if to say “are you done” in which Evie nodded towards him before reassuring him that she would stop talking about his best friend that way. While Evie is still looking at Ben she rolls her tongue over her teeth before licking her lips to moisten them before she starts to speak once again.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Those rules apply to you to dream boat, I’m willing to stay in this match and carry it for our team to save you from having to lay a single finger on Jamie Dean… just do me a solid and don’t hot tag yourself in, when you witness the hell I will put your friend Amy in… but if you do feel the need to play white knight and hot tag in make sure you spank my arse and make my anger at you worthwhile.”

Ben just throw his hands up in the air about to give up with Evie and her sexual reference when it came to him but he did however have a cheeky smirk on his face as she had made him forget about this drama with Jamie for a single moment in time. Seeing that her tag team partner was smiling Evie winked at him before she turned back to the camera.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Now Amy… Amelia Marshall or should I call you wide eyes with big holes? Ah come on you knew I had to take a dig at your porn star past I mean it wouldn’t be much of a promo against Amy Marshall if we didn’t take jabs at you in places that you probably can’t even feel any penetration in anymore. Now tell me when Joey sticks his dick in does it even hit the sides or does it just sway around and hope that one day your g-spot resurfaces from all the cocks it’s been hit on since your days back in the red light films? Whatever it does, it’s not doing a good job because damn… I’ve never seen a more miserable excuse for a human being in my life until my eyes wandered across you. You’re a Sin City Wrestling Hall of Famer? Fuck me… I didn’t realise the hallways of the SCW headquarters, were lined with pictures of legends and cumpies.”

Ben cleared his throat stealing Evie’s attention for a second and she mouthed “what” at him as he tried to get her to simmer down. Evie just rolled her eyes and continued.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Jesus can a girl not have any fun around here? I feel like it’s Evie vs Ben, Jamie and Amy… I mean let’s face it I’m the outsider in this match and yet everyone is banging on about poor Jamie having to face his best friend and poor Ben for being treated like a dick from his best friend and poor Amy she has to face Evie Baang… what about me? What about Evie… well I’ll have you know I’ll be just fine because regardless of me not having anything to do with the SCW drinking crew… I mean I’m shocked that Sammi Marlowe wasn’t added into this match as Ben’s partner… I mean all it needs is some sexual tension between her and Ben and this match right here is a poster child of a Jerry Springer episode.”

Evie turned to look at Ben who was just shaking his head at her but the cocky smile on her face said it all, she wasn’t finished.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Instead the crowd will get to witness me take down the accidental Hall of Famer Amy Marshall in a match she no doubt believes she has in the bag, the unfortunate thing is that the last thing Amy Marshall had in her bag was failure. I mean look at Punk and Metal Connection… failure… look at her singles career since she returned in Japan… boring what a complete utter failure. I wonder if Mark Ward and Christian Underwood ever sit back and just think that maybe just maybe they jumped the gun in awarding her a Hall of Fame honour. I mean she didn’t really earn it; she just fumbled her way into matches that she didn’t deserve and managed to pull out a few big wins… I guess we should call her lucky… I mean she’s been blessed when it comes to her Sin City Wrestling careers while people like Melody Grace have to scratch and claw their way to be noticed, people like Alexis Edwards have to beg for chances, while people like Odette Stevens sit at home with people doubting her stance towards being coming a SCW great… while Amelia Marshall was just given chances and the HOF nod effortlessly like how rim jobs are handed out at Spring break.”

She licked her dry red lips and continued rolling her head on her neck letting her bones crack as she looked as if she was just warming up.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “It saddens me that people like you get held up on pedestals and get worshipped when in reality you’re just the fucking scum of Sin City wrestling… I’d place you in the same jar as Mikah who can’t make her mind up if she is serious about wrestling or if she is serious about just flirting with everyone backstage and fobbing it off as her brand new friendly attitude. It makes me sick that people like you and Jessie Salco walk around pretending to be the greats of Sin City Wrestling when believe me, if there was ever a tournament in SCW to crown the true number one Bombshell in Sin City Wrestling you would both be knocked out in the first round. Don’t be mad Amelia it’s just facts… cold hard facts.”

The Australian looked at Ben waiting for him to say something but he had just wandered off and taken a seat on a bench near the board walk they were walking along. He could still hear her but he was choosing to give up on trying to stop her because he knew it wasn’t going to work she was wound up and he couldn’t stop her.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So this Sunday I finally get to step inside the six sided ring with a SCW great and it’s you… I’m fucking flat out disappointed last week at Climax Control I called out everyone I issued a challenge to anyone from the past, from the future and the now and you’re my competition? You’re the one that Christian has decided to put in front of me? You’re a chew toy… you’re a pathetic excuse of a wrestler and trust me I will take great pleasure in dragging you across that canvas and making an example out of you. I’ll make your history with Polly fucking Pocket look like a field trip to the park because I don’t muck around, I don’t mess around and once I have my eyes focused on something I make sure I obtain it. I wasn’t focused when I faced Kate at High Stakes but trust me when I say this I’m more alert and more alive this time around and nothing is holding me back from ripping you apart… not even Ben Jordan. You see I just have to hold up my end of the deal and be the best tag team partner that I can be to him, but I don’t have to spare you just because you’re his buddy… I use that term loosely because let’s be honest if you had to pick a side you’d crawl up Jamie’s arse so fast… we could nick name you anal beads because people with two faces always stick together with

 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.

##

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.

##

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