Perception: it amazing that over time people’s ability to see, hear or become aware of their own appearance tends to change. Your perception creates your reality and your perception mirrors your outcomes. When Evie first arrived on the scene in Sin City Wrestling, she knew exactly who she was. Evie knew exactly how she wanted to be perceived and for years Evie has was labelled a misfit, Bad Company if you will a careless demonic presence in Sin City Wrestling and she believed it. She fed off it, she embraced it. Her perception of herself matched those of the people that were around her. Evie couldn’t deny it when she first walked into Sin City Wrestling, she was rough around the edges. She was careless, she had no regard for rules of regulations if she wanted something, she bent the rules until she got it. Evie was driven by fear and not of her own, but of others and if she knew that the opponent standing across the ring from her, felt uncomfortable or uneasy… she was a viper, already recoiled eager to strike.

Evie tore down the walls in the Bombshell’s division, bringing a mysterious fear that had been missing since Misty’s departure. Yet, she never wallowed in her shadow, Evie broke free from the early comparisons when she paved her own path in Sin City Wrestling. A path that left behind a brutal Barbed Wire match with Alexis, a 2016 Future Star of the Year award, 2017 Woman of the Year award, a World Bombshell Championship reign, a Bombshell Tag Team Championship reign, a Bombshell Roulette Championship reign 3 Blast from the Past final appearances and now under her belt she can successfully boast 2 final victories. All accomplishments that have every right to have her opponents, question their abilities when it came to facing her in the middle of the Sin City Wrestling ring. Since day 1, Evie had carried herself as untouchable she proudly carried the weight of other’s people’s fear on her shoulders like a medallion of war.

However, since her return Evie’s perception was clouded. There wasn’t that dark cloud that hovered over her like a plague. This time she was vulnerable, she was fragile, like a loaded gun without the safety on. There wasn’t this aurora of fear around her, she didn’t seem to command the women’s division like she once had. It was hard to put a finger on what was going on with her. One minute she was moaning about being signed up for the Blast from the Past the next minute she was kicking it into high gear and steaming rolling her way through anyone and everyone the tournament put in front of her. The ups and downs were just as unpredictable as her anger.

Since returning to Sin City Wrestling Evie hadn’t stolen the show, she hadn’t captured the attention of her peers like she once did. Evie was just another bombshell to return in Sin City Wrestling, she wasn’t outlandish, she was far from the spotlight and even though she was just crowned the first ever bombshell in history to reach the Blast from the Past finals 3 times, walking away with 2 wins under her belt. There were no celebrations, there was no congratulations the focus had shifted from her claim to history by the talk of title unification, the insult of transitional champions, by returns of lippy former champions who have already staked a claim at the World Bombshell Championship. The same Championship that Evie was now set to fight for at Into the Void. The same Championship she had won once before from winning the Blast from the Past tournament. Evie had already been overlooked, tossed to the side and disregarded like yesterday’s newspaper.  

It seems that people are refusing to look past their own noses to remember what Evie is capable off and remember who exactly who she was inside that six-sided ring 3-4 years ago. Why would they? Because they are too clouded by their own perceptions of how their realities are going to play out. Andrea believes she has what it takes to cast Evie away from her World Bombshell Championship. Alicia already believes that regardless of whom wins at the Super card, she will be the one to walk away that night as the Champion even though she isn’t in the match because when it comes to her and the World Bombshell Championship, everyone else is just transitional. Kate would rather downplay Evie’s advances at Blaze of Glory and admit how close she came to losing her Bombshell Internet Championship by pulling a magician and disappearing from the internet to tend to her broken, neglectful husband. Now Crystal is weighing in, trying to play mind games with Evie vouching that her wife Seleana is going to defeat her this week at Climax Control.

The shadow these four women are casting, feels a lot like fear and when Evie feels the fear of others it consumes her feeding her, driving her to be exactly who the hell she was 3-4 years ago. Revenge filled, spiteful, dangerously uncalculated because unlike most, Evie flourishes in the darkness. That’s where she gains her momentum and that’s where she becomes dangerous. So, the more these women, refuse to acknowledge who she is and what she has done in this company and the more they refuse her and overlook her the less chance they have of walking away from a pending fight victorious.

You see their perception on Evie right now since her return, has changed… they have lost touch with what’s reality and the reality is Evie always gets what Evie wants and right now, she want nothing more to remind the world who she is by dragging the long dirty blonde hair of Seleana across the canvas, after she has scalped her and you can thank your wife for that Seleana. Their perception, their doubts and their misjudgement will be channelled through Evie and be delivered unto you Seleana and at Climax Control there won’t be anything you can do, to save yourself.

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Ahh, retold stories, there a funny little thing. One person will always have a different view on their recall of true advents. You see that’s because the link between the brain and tongue can be windy and as words travel sometimes the truth can stop off for a quick pint at the pub and by the time the words hit your tongue and leave your lips they have added some extra dramatics for entertainment, personal pride and well even just for flair.

Right now, Evie was looking at Ben like he had seven heads and eleven eyes as he retold his story from their time in Switzerland. It wasn’t that Evie didn’t enjoy a good moment of story time with Ben, it just she couldn’t for the life of her remember anything remotely like what he was saying actually happening. Yet, as Ben told his side of the story she couldn’t help but smile, of course Ben was her hero, of course he saved the day he was known as Saint Ben after all he wasn’t going to let his retellings of their misfortunes in Switzerland change people’s perceptions of him.

As Ben finished up his side of the story Evie just looked up at him shaking her head from side to side, there was no way on God’s green earth she was going to let him get away telling the world that Ben had rescued her in such a reckless, senseless, bone crushing way.  

“This is what really happened.” Evie went to kick off.

Now would be a very good idea to make sure you familiar with the tall tale that Ben had just whipped up in his promotional of if not you’re going to be very confused as to why Evie is kicking things off this week with story time with Evie.

Switzerland.

The snow on the alps was thick and dense, as on the horizon thick black storm clouds where seen rolling in. Yet, the slopes were busy as people skied around, while others played making snow angles or snow men. A rough snowball fight was happening between a group of teenagers, as their parents watched on from the monstrous lodge house with cups of coffee and cocoa in their hands. It was like a typical snow lodge, but it wasn’t going to be a typical day. Evie stood beside Ben, who stood beside Bear. All of them were dressed head in snow gear, Evie of course was in black while Ben took the brighter approach as he rocked a bright blue, white and red number looking like the Union Jack whilst Bear had little black booties on his feet to protect his paws from the extreme temperatures the three were about to encounter.

“You alright there love.” Evie chimed in as she looked over at Ben. “You look like you’re going to be sick with worry.” She chuckled.

Ben stood beside her, nervously with his ski poles in his hands, he looked over towards his wife and he couldn’t let her see his worry, so he quickly laughed if off.

“Pft.” A spray of air left his lips. “I’m not worried about anything. I could ski in my sleep.” Ben replied.

Evie just rolled her eyes and well, this is her story, so she believes she even witnessed Bear do the same. Ben could sense that no one believed him, so without any warning he pushed off on his skis leaving the rest of his family at the top of the slope.

“LAST ONE AT THE BOTTOM IS THE LOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSEEER!!!” He called back over his shoulder.

Bear took off after his father, he knew he was going to be needed for what was no doubt about to happening next. Evie just took her time, watching her husband shoot down the slope, as he picked up speed, she couldn’t help but notice that his feet were wobbling from side to side like jelly.

“He’s as graceful as a newborn horse.” She sighed. “BEN WATCH THE TREE.” She called out.

Evie kicked off from the top of the slope and took off after Bear and Ben. Bear was making this look easy, he was a descendent of a bear dog, so the snow was nothing for him as his four paws ate up the distance between himself and Ben like it was nothing.

“Oh no you’re not.” Ben huffed. “You’re not going to beat me… not today Bear. NOT TO DAY.” Ben proudly boasted.

Ben pushed himself forward on his skis picking up more speed as he carved up the show underneath his feet. He ducked and weaved between the people with ease, well so he thought but all Evie could see what this little red, white and blue spot narrowly missing collusion after collusion by pure good luck and some even better timing of the other skiers who were able to get out of the way, just in the nick of time.

“Jesus Christ Ben” She growled. “Watch out for kids.” She shook her head in concern.

Evie didn’t waste anymore time as she pushed herself again with her poles, picking up speed as she spear headed down the slope, looking to catch up to her bat out of hell Husband who was trying to prove a point and that’s when it all went wrong. As Ben came down the last hill and looked as if he was going to nail the down hill decent towards the finish line.

“FUCK!” Evie screamed. “NO! NO! NO!” She panicked.

Looking down in front of her Ben has lost one of his skis, it had flown of left foot and now he was balancing like a less than graceful swan on one leg looking but he refused to stop because he couldn’t. Evie had made up for the distance between them and with an outstretched arm she offered Ben some help.

“Take my hand.” She demanded. “Take it.” Evie panicked.

“NOOOOO.” Ben barked back. “I can skill win this.” He pushed her away.

As Ben pushed her away as he looked down the last hill, looking at his victory. It wasn’t long until Ben’s unbalanced body took a stumble as his last remaining ski bit into the snow, causing Ben to hit the deck and like a snowball he started to roll down the hill with speed.

“For fuck’ sake.” Evie growled. “He’s going to tell the world he fell in slow motion and it was super cool.” She sighed.

Taking off after her husband that was rolling himself down the hill collecting snow on his way, forming up a little snowball of his own, Evie listened to him groan with each rotation she knew this wasn’t going to be pretty as she looked forward to see a bunch of kids standing right in the middle of Ben’s crash course. Taking off into action Evie sped past Ben, who she thought for sure called out to her to save him, but she had more pressing matters to attend to. The four kids that were about to be wrecking balled by Ben.

“Imagine that in the press.” Evie chucked. “Four kids steamed rolled by giant snowball caused by Ben Jordan.” She chuckled again.

It didn’t take Evie long at all to curve her skis around in front of Ben’s hurdling snowball, as she pushed the kids out of the way. Ben’s rumble and tumble journey came to an abrupt stop as he slammed into the white and orange water barricades at the side of the slope. Once Evie checked on the children to see if they were okay, she skid her way over towards Ben who was in a pile of hurt.

“You right, my human snowball?” Evie chuckled.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE ME?” Ben shouted at her.

Ben shook his head from side to side, watching the snow fall from his body as he looked up at Evie in pain. Evie just looked over her shoulder at the group of kids before she looked back him.

“Did you really want the headlines to read, Ben Jordan human snowball murders four kids in cold blood?” Evie harshly bite back with her words.

“You have a point.” Ben whispered. “I still won though.” He grinned and grimaced at the same time.

As Ben rattled himself off, trying to collect himself he sat up and rested his back on the barricade looking at his hand work as the slope had now been eaten up and made a mess from his snowball actions. But nothing could wipe that smile off his face, as he realised, he didn’t die and well that he had in fact won the family race down the slope.

“BARK.” Bear chimed in.  

Ben and Evie both looked over to the right to see Bear had in fact crossed the “finish line” and he was already enjoying a nice bowl of warm water to celebrate his victory. They both turned back to one another, the look on Ben’s face was priceless it was a mixture of stunned mullet and beaten up bully. Evie couldn’t help but smile, before a laugh escaped her blood red lips.

“How… that’s not even possible.” Ben exclaimed. “I won.” He pouted.

Evie looked over Ben’s body as she reached out to hug him checking him for damage the most, she could see was some nice bruising that was going to give her husband a constant reminder of this trip for a few weeks to come.

“You’ll always be a winner to me” She smiled.

“That doesn’t count.” Ben moped. “I want a rerun, I want to see the video evidence.” A harsh sigh escaped his lips.

RECORD SCRATCH!

“That’s so not what happened.” Ben said firmly.

Evie just looked up at him, before she grabbed into the bed sheet hugging it to her body as she didn’t want the cameras to see that she was starkers underneath.

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly how it went down.” She bragged with a cocky smile. “I mean my story is more believable, isn’t it Bear?”

Bear lifted his head once more, shooting the pair a look as if he didn’t want to be in the middle of a heated family feud. Ben reached down to give his dog son a pat on the head in between the ears, causing Bear to drop his head down to enjoy his attention.

“I think you have it confused dear.” Ben carried on. “I saved you from the snowball and the kids and managed to win the race.” His smile could light up Vegas.

“Funny, how you’re story didn’t include the race and yet… now it does. That’s convenient isn’t it?” She smirked. “Your little porky pie is starting to come up a little under baked.” Evie gushed at him.  

Ben just looked at his wife, a little bit of fury in his eyes as he watched her mock him and his side of the story.

“You’re wrong.” Ben said harshly. “I was the hero, I saved the day, people clapped for me… you called me your hero and Bear didn’t win the race.” He strongly pushed his truth.

“Easy there, hero or your big head might not fit in the suit next time.” Evie tone said it all as she rolled her eyes.

Ben just looked at his wife, shaking his head he couldn’t believe she had hijacked his story stealing him moment away from him.

“But I am your hero. You even said it.” Ben boasted.

“You’ll always be my hero… even if you think your Switzerland lie is the truth.” She bargained with him.

“It’s not a lie.” He fought back. “It’s a true retelling of the story.”

“Sure thing.” Evie sighed. “I mean I have photo evidence to back up my story… but you do you baby.” She smirked.

Evie just carefully rolled across the bed, hitching herself up so now she was sitting on her husband’s lap. Ben made sure the bed sheets stayed safely over her body as she leant into him her head now resting between his head and right shoulder as she pressed herself into his warm body. Ben’s arms wrapped around her back as he held onto her.

##

After her eventful morning of exchanging holiday stories with Ben, he had left her alone to her own devices. Evie was convince that Ben had left to go work out with Fenris just so he could retell both their sides of the story and get an answer he was happy with about whose’ side of the events sounded more like the truth. However, Evie didn’t mind that her husband had left with the hump as he sulked about the retelling of her story because she knew he would come back to their hotel room soon and it would be the furthest thing on his mind.

Evie had moved from the bed and did her typical morning routine, shower, get dressed, have breakfast look at her phone at the news to see what else was fucking up the world right now. She always checked her stocks in the morning on her phone, making sure her shares weren’t being bent over and fucked by the current financial situation that was harpooning countries into decades worth of debt. Lucky for Evie her father had taught her at a young age to always dip your cash into a lot of pools and when one pool starts to dry up another one would be bound to overflow.

To be honest Evie didn’t have a massive care in the world when it came to COVID-19 for herself or for Ben. She knew that even with her husband’s health if both of them stayed here and stayed in isolation lockdown he would be safe and his ongoing health issues wouldn’t be strained or impacted if everyone else just did what they were supposed to. Evie did often worry about Ben’s family as every time they switched on the news they saw how downhill London was going, but on a brighter note as of this morning things looked to be turning around for Ben’s homeland and fingers crossed it would continue to flatten the damn curve so Ben could finally get to go back and see his Nan again. There was only so much facetime someone would conduct before the feeling of missing the person on the other end of the call trumped all greater judgement as nothing compares to the feeling of a hug, especially from your biggest fan.

Evie had taken a seat in the living area of the hotel room and she was looking down at her laptop that was on her lap. She was scrolling through her emails and there was one in particular that peaked her interest. “Merchandise Sale reviews.” Since Evie was lucky enough to be given her first line of merchandise last week at Climax Control it interested her to see how the public had reacted to it. Foolishly clicking on the link Evie’s eyes scanned the words in the email Her shirt had great sales but as she scrolled further down the email, she started to read comments people had placed under her “Bugger off shit head” shirt.

“This is not appropriate for younger viewers of Sin City Wrestling.” Evie read out.

No shit sherlock! However, for some reason Evie continued to read the comments.

“Does this bitch have to get her tits out on every occasion?” Evie screwed her face up at this comment.

She was proud of her fun bags and wasn’t sure why this was such big issues but clearly everyone on the internet thought she was a tits out for the boys type of girl, she wasn’t there was only one guy she got her tits out for and well he didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes continued to scroll down the page.

“Who the fuck is this? And what the fuck happened to our Evie? She USED to scare me… now she is just like all the other slutty bombshells.” Evie choked as she read that out.

She continued to read on.

“It’s true what they say, even the rich and famous (Ben) has to take out the trash.” Evie’s voice cracked.

She hated it when people reminded her that she was punching well above her weight when it came to being with Ben. Evie knew it every morning she woke up beside him that he was well out of her league she didn’t need the twits on the internet reminding her as well. The more she read the comments the more and more they didn’t sit well with her. There was a few nice ones thrown in but clearly, they were from her male fanbase, but the reaction about her t-shirt from the female fans of Sin City Wrestling was less than kind. It didn’t take long for Evie to end up at the end of the sales report email that was generated by the good people behind the scenes at Sin City Wrestling.

Evie couldn’t move, as every single word that she had just read replayed through her mind. Was she really that slutty? Was she really that bad? Was she really that trashy? Had her perception inside Sin City Wrestling ring changed so much that even the fans were starting to question who she was, anymore? It was true since returning to Sin City Wrestling, she hadn’t really dressed as herself she had splashed in some colours and adopted a friendlier approach and now, she was having that thrown back into her face? She couldn’t win with these people and for some reason the comments were starting to eat her alive. Evie had gone from a cruel uncaring woman, to all of a sudden, she was about to launch her laptop across the room in a hissy fit because a few words written on the internet.

Now she was pondering, had she really lost herself since returning to Sin City Wrestling?

2 hours had past and Evie hadn’t done much since reading those reviews. She did have a fun filled day planned of hanging by the pool and watching the crazy antics of her co-workers from a far, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the four walls of her hotel room. She couldn’t understand why all of a sudden, she cared about what the opinions of others? There was no way in the world that Evie would have cared 3-4 years ago about some jealous comments on the internet about her getting her boobs out for a t-shirt. None of this made sense, well it wasn’t until Evie’s mind triggered something. Back in 2016 – 2017 Evie wasn’t just wrestling, she wasn’t just busting hump inside the six-sided ring she was still a spy she still had a second job, she had something that consumed her time and kept her mind racing and since then she had given that life up and since then her mind was freer now, she wasn’t always looking over her shoulder for her life she wasn’t planning her next diamond heist, she wasn’t planning her next bond move, she wasn’t the villain, she wasn’t the hero she was just Evie Luna Jordan.

Loving Wife, Dog and Snake Mum and occasional drawer of blueprints.

Since returning to Sin City Wrestling, Evie should felt as if her mind should have been busy enough with wrestling but it wasn’t there was her other life that was missing and maybe juts maybe because she was free from that she was left with enough spare time to stop and take a step back and the words of others sink in. She allowed them to hold weight when previously she wouldn’t have had time to listen to the masses.  Evie felt like she was going crazy lately, and she had just put it down to the COVID-19 lockdown and the fact that she couldn’t sit still for longer than a week without wanting to rip her hair out. She wasn’t the one to relax, she wasn’t the one to just take life one hour at a time, she was used to living minute by minute and those minutes ran like miles in the spy world.

The Aussie was used to living life in the fast lane and since half of it was now gone and she wasn’t running all over the globe chasing down bad guys, hunting down jewels she was left chasing down her own thoughts. Her thoughts were often dark and mysterious that’s why she was so successful the first time round in Sin City Wrestling, she was edgy she was cagey, she could hold her own and she could deliver promotional videos like no other… people put her in the same category as Gabriel when she was behind the microphone and now she was being compare to the “rest of the slutty bombshells” Evie was a leader and right now, she felt like she was the sheep about to be lead to slaughter.

As Evie’s mind started to race she missed the sound of the hotel room, opening and closing she missed the sound of Ben’s voice as he spoke to someone else it wasn’t until both Fenris and Ben stood behind her in the living room that Evie had even acknowledge them.

“You okay Eves?” Ben questioned with concern.

Evie just turned away from the window before she looked back at Ben, she hadn’t seen Fenris yet.

“Am I just like every other slutty bombshell on the roster?” She questioned.

The sound of choking stole Evie’s attention as she glanced over to look at Fenris who was trying to hold back his laughter.

“What did you do?” Fenris nudged Ben in his side.

Ben just looked at Evie confused, he wasn’t sure if he was being secretly accused or something or if his wife had completely lost her mind.

“Come again?” Ben questioned.

Evie walked over and got her laptop and within second she had unlocked the screen, she flipped it around and showed the boys. Fenris tried to look away at first this really wasn’t any of his business but when he heard Ben let out a little chuckle, he couldn’t help but take a look for himself.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny… they think I’m a slutty joke.” Evie waved her arms up in the air. “I’m a fucking joke to them.” She growled.

Ben just looked up at his wife. “You’re not seriously reading into this are you?” he questioned.

Yet the look on Evie’s face said it all she was convinced that her imagine in Sin City Wrestling had changed and this is what everyone thought about her.

“Eves. This is just the words of keyboard warriors who are bored at home. You’re not any of these things.” He glanced back down at the screen. “If anything, they got this part wrong, as you have been taking me out for years.” He chuckled.

Ben tried to reassure Evie, but his words were falling on deaf ears as she just turned around and looked back out the window looking towards the Vegas Strip. Ben went to step towards his wife, but Fenris held him back before taking the lead as he started to make his way over towards her.

“And finally, the alpha wolf, learns that she really is the beta.” Fenris chuckled.

Evie didn’t turn around, she didn’t have to Fenris could see that her jaw had clenched down as her teeth bashed together in anger.

“Concerned by the opinions of sheep, really Evie?” Fenris continued to poke the bear. “Concerned and visually shaken up by the words written on a computer screen. What have you become?” He egged her on.
“A shell of your former self… it appears.”

Ben cautioned Fenris but Fenris didn’t care, he needed to get the following words out and quickly before the chance slipped through his fingers.

“No wonder why I’m the top student to come out of the GO gym.” He boasted. “I would never crack under this bullshit.” He smirked.

Evie looked up and into the window seeing Fenris’ reflection she knew what he was up to and she couldn’t lie it was working.

“Such a shame… that you’re going to give it all up over the white noise sound the sheep make.” Fenris tutted. “What a waste of time and energy you turned out to be.” He chuckled.

There was a glimmer in her piercing green eyes as she stared at in via the reflection and well…

3, 2, 1… FIRE!

And that my friends is where I will leave you and your imaginations but hey,  it couldn’t have ended up to bad as hours later Ben, Evie, Fenris, Aron and the two dog children were all down at the bar enjoying a nice cold one to celebrate the end of another day in lockdown, isolation.

##

The scene opens up deep in the dark hallways of the Saxon hotel, down where the good service people of the hotel hang around whilst cleaning up after the superstars and bombshells of Sin City Wrestling and Sin City Underground, oh and Grime can’t forget Grime. However today the hallways are empty, the lights a dim but clearly something is about to happen, or this would be a weird place to open up a match promotional. The sounds of heels clicking against the floor was heard and suddenly a voice from the darkness emerges.

“Seleana… Seleana… Seleana…” a harsh Australian accent was heard. “So, it seems that we meet again, this time however things will be different… but the outcome will remain the same. You see since last time we came face to face in the centre of the ring things have changed. You continued on your path in Sin City Wrestling, you reached new heights all the while when I was away you grew as a performer you became the top of the division, you lead the division. It just such ashamed that all your hard work, all your development won’t be enough in the ring on Sunday night.”

Evie’s face came into the soft light of the shot, her blood red lips were curved with a devilish smile.

“You see on Sunday night I will do what I always do when we come face to face in the centre of the ring. I will defeat you and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. You see on Sunday night you’ll be stepping into my domain… the GO Gym is where I was born as a wrestler it’s where I trained, it was where I grew as a performer. The GO gym is where I learnt the ropes and I learnt to do what I do best and that dominate, destroy and conquer all that’s in my way.” Evie paused for dramatics. “You’ll be under my bright lights, in my domain and under my roof… there is no bigger upper hand than that. There is no greater advantage then being on your own turf and on Sunday night at Climax Control, you’ll be a lost little lamb that has stumbled across the openings of a scavenger’s den.”  

Evie continued to walk into the light the camera focusing on more of her body as she sweepingly walked into the shot.

“You see you’re wife on Twitter might have hyped you up all week but I can assure you all those golden words won’t lead you to victory they won’t help you survive inside that ring against me on Sunday night because I will do what I always do when it comes to you versus I will defeat you and leave you wondering where it all where went wrong, and let me let you in on a little secret… it all goes wrong for you on Sunday night the moment you decide to step into that ring against me.” She smiled like the devil.

The camera continued to show more and more of Evie as she walked towards it, commanding it attention in the darkness.

“You see, you might have grown in my time away from the ring, but you will never be good enough against me, you’ll always be the bridesmaid never the bride and why? Because you refuse to learn, you refuse to step out from your wife’s shadow, and you refuse to be the best version of yourself and, how could you? You don’t get enough air to grow, you don’t get enough sunlight to develop because of the shadow Crystal casts. On Sunday I’ll remind you exactly what you are in that ring… and plain and simple when it comes to matching up against me, you’re simply not good enough.” Evie chuckled.  

The camera was locked on Evie’s face as she continued.

“You might be the rose Seleana, but I will always be the thorn in your side in this company. I will always be the hurdle you can’t jump over. I will toppled you at every chance, I will beat you at every war and I’ll make it look simple. I’ll make beating you again on Sunday look easy and you can thank your wife, for egging me on, you can thank your wife for spitting her venom on twitter for what is able to happen to you this Sunday by these hands.” She paused.

The cameras zoomed in on Evie’s hands, picking up on a flash of movement as tiny little spiders started to crawl out between Evie’s fingers as the started rushing up her arms, taking over her body.

“You see on Sunday night Seleana … you’ll be in my playground… and I’m the black widow who will entangle you in her web and once you’re there I won’t let go, I won’t give up and I’ll defeat you, devour you and leave you wishing that you never had to face me again inside that six-sided ring.” Evie paused. “You see I’m on the path to become the future Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion and I’m not going to let a weedy little bug like you stop me from riding this wave of momentum. I’m not going to let you defeat me, I’m not going to let you run past me… because trust me when I say this Seleana, when it comes to you and I… you’re the bait… the predator… you’re the little lamb, I’m the slaughter and on Sunday night the ring will run red, with river of your blood.”

Evie looked down the lens of the camera as the baby spiders crawled all over her face.

“May the lord have mercy on your soul Seleana… because I will not.”

The scene ended on Evie’s smiling face as the tiny spiders crawled across her.

 If you haven’t checked out Mark Cross’ promotional work for the week, now would be a good time or otherwise this part simply isn’t going to make sense. Since her match with Sierra William’s earlier in the night Evie couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The hit that sent her plummeting to the outside of the ring, causing her to smash the back of head on the unforgiving ground was enough to have the Aussie feeling dazed and confused. Sick even? It was hard to tell, Evie had never really felt this way before, but as of right now the whole world was spinning around her. Her head was pounding, she could barely see her own hands in front of her face and the urge to vomit was at an all-time high.

Mark had done his best with the limited time he had, from picking Evie up off the floor bringing her back to the locker room. He popped her two pills of Advil and got her to sip on a bottle of water, Mark even was nice enough to fetch her an ice pack for the back of her head. After awkwardly trying to hold it against the back of Evie’s head, his hand was shooed away by Evie’s, this was the last thing she needed to have her Blast form the Past tag team partner see her in a state of weakness. A state that she rarely found herself in and that was saying a lot considering her past, considering all the torture, all the abuse, all the times she had been poisoned. Yet, one little bump on the back of the head, and Evie felt as if the weight of the world was now clouding her mind.

“So why don’t we just sit here in silence?” Mark spoke, concern oozing from his tone.

Evie wanted to lift her head to thank him, but right now all she could focus on was the ground. She was trying to harness all her attention to her right foot, trying to get the three images of it to blur back into one but the harder she tried, the more distorted her view became. Apart of her wanted to stand up and forge her way through the backstage area of the Staggs’ Dungeon to find Sierra and make her accountable for her actions, but deep-down Evie knew this wasn’t her fault. This was all her fault she didn’t land correctly. Being unprepared for a return was always going to come back to bite Evie and currently ring rust was kicking her arse.

The urge to cough was rising, but Evie found every fiber of strength to hold down the acidy sensation of vomit in the back of her throat. There was no way, on God’s little green earth she was going to hurl in front of someone that wasn’t Ben. Evie didn’t want to come across as that vulnerable to anyone, especially Mark who she had been verbally whipping since the beginning of the Blast from the Past calling him their team’s weakest link. Argh, all these thoughts were now spiraling in the back of her mind. She had been so awful to him, and yet here he was sitting with her until Ben finished up what was required of him for SCU, so she wasn’t alone, dead and dying in the back hallways of the Dungeon.

Time ticked by as the two team mates just sat side by side, not uttering a word before the sound of Evie’s locker room door swung open, before it slammed shut. The sound of wood slamming against wood, was enough to send a stinging sensation through Evie’s head, like shards of glass were ripping away at her brain. Dropping the ice pack at was on the back of her head, she brought her hands over her eyes, her fingertips dug into her skin as she tried to ease the pain with pressure. Evie couldn’t see what was happening, but she could hear two voices going back and forth. It was Mark updating Ben about Evie, he told him about finding her in the hallway, told him about giving her Advil an ice pack and water. Evie heard Ben thank Mark repeatedly, she could hear the concern and frustration in his voice.

If he knew Evie was like this, he wouldn’t have stayed back to watch SCU, but he knew his wife had pretended to be okay earlier when the spoke just so he didn’t have to worry about her while he had important work to do. The last thing Evie wanted was to get in the way of his work, the Sin City Wrestling fan based adored him, regardless if there weren’t any crowds, she didn’t want to deny his fans the chance to see him.

“Evie, I’ll catch you later yeah?” Mark’s voice echoed.

Evie didn’t look up at him, she couldn’t even if she wanted to.

“Thank you.” Was all Evie could manage.

She heard the door open and close once more as Mark left the room, but Evie couldn’t focus on the slam as her attention was being stolen by weight of the bench shifting under her bottom as Ben took a seat beside her. His hands instantly wrapping her up as he held her. He desperately looked at the back of her head to see if there was any visual damage before he guided her head up to look at his, his right index finger was under her chin.

“Eves.” His tone sounded like a hum. “Open your eyes.” He demanded.

Evie opened her eyes slowly, but the brightness of the lights in the room sent her hissing and snapping them closed just as quickly as she opened them.

“Have you been checked out by medical?” He questioned her.

Evie just nodded. Mark and Christian had forced her earlier to get tested for a concussion thankfully the doctor had quickly ruled that out however, it was blaringly obvious Evie was being crippled by an impact migraine. She felt Ben’s right hand come up to her forehead, pushing strands of her hair away from her eyes, while checking her temperature. Evie felt clammy, she was usually pale and there were dark rings around the base of her eyes that her make up couldn’t cover. Her blood red lips were stripped of makeup and looked white-ish she was completely drained of colour. As he inspected her face, Evie tried her hardest just to tuck herself into his chest.

“Migraine, I can’t see a fucking thing.” Evie hissed.

Ben let her head slip back into his chest, knowing that’s where she would feel comfortable as he rested his chin gently on the top of her head. His right arm came up around her back, so he could stroke her right arm to soothe her.

“You should have told me; you didn’t feel well.” He groaned. “I would have taken you back to the hotel earlier, you should have been resting” Ben shook his head.

“But the show.” Evie’s voice was a whisper.

“You’re my wife Evie. Your health comes first. YOU come first.” Ben squeezed her gently.

Evie didn’t want to argue, she just held her eyes together tightly. She had been a right royal mess since returning to Sin City Wrestling and Ben was on a wild ride with her this time round. Ben just held on to his wife, letting her settle before he even thought of packing up and moving back to the hotel. Now would be a good time to tune into Ben’s promotional to find out what happens next.

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Since Drake had made his way back into Evie’s and Ben’s lives, she had found herself with a lot of free time on her hands. She didn’t mind after all Drake must have been hurting even if he was happier about his separation from Mikah. There was no way he was going to be completely hunky dory about it and Ben being the good friend that he is was doing his best to keep Mr. Showtime himself out of as much trouble as possible.

The thought had crossed her mind to spend the day laying around her hotel room, however, Evie had managed to convince herself to lounge around in the sauna instead. Evie was the reclusive type, she wasn’t one for hanging out with random people just for the sake of things, she had her small group of friends that she would regularly hang out with, but she couldn’t stomach listening to anyone today. It was Friday and her head still hadn’t stopped pounding from Sunday night.

Shaking the thought of last Sunday’s match out of her mind, Evie swung her legs up on to the wooden bench seat, taking full benefit of being the only on in the sauna. She had upped the temperature to a disgusting 72 degrees, she had set the music to play Alter Bridge softly in the background. Leaning back Evie’s bare shoulders touched the tiled wall, as she rolled her head on her shoulders trying to ease the tension that had built up there from her last match.

Evie wasn’t allowed to start training again for her match until she was given the all clear by the medics and with the Blast from the Past finals just around the corner, she felt trapped. This was the worst lead up ever she had for a final in the tournament. It was the worst-case scenario as she was just a week away from having to step foot inside the ring and go up against the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion, Kate Steele.

This must have been the universe’s idea of a sick joke after all she wanted nothing to do with the tournament to begin with and now, she was just a week away from the finals and a week away from potentially walking away with the Bombshells Internet Championship. Here she was sitting in a sauna with just a towel wrapped around her body tightly trying to gather her thoughts, trying to heal her battered mind and bruised body.

It didn’t take long for Evie to close her eyes and tilt her head back, letting the sauna do what it had to do, beading her body with sweat as it derived the toxins from her body. She needed to relax, she needed to clear her mind and if there was anyway Evie was going to prepare for her match at Blast from the Past she had to get back on the same page as herself, this was surely going to help. It didn’t take long at all for Evie to drift away into a mild slumber.

Suddenly Evie was transported back to Victor Harbor, South Australia she was standing on the beach, her toes buried into the white-hot sand as her eyes were fixated on the shoreline. She had always loved coming to the beach when she was a little girl, it was the one place she could truly escape from everything her parents put her through. It wasn’t easy being the daughter of a criminal and it wasn’t easy being modelled from such a young age to follow in his footsteps. At the tender age of six she was robbing ATMS and each year her crimes increasingly grew worse.

Evie could feel something slithering down her skin, pooling in her right hand, turning her head she watched as blood oozed down her arm into her hand before dropping to the sand beside her. She couldn’t feel the pain from what had caused her to bleed, but she couldn’t stay focused on it for too long as suddenly she felt a cool object in her left hand. Glancing down Evie’s eyes laid on a sharp kitchen knife that was in her left hand. It didn’t feel foreign, it felt peaceful like it belonged. It was as if it was crafted for her very hands. She tilted it to the side, letting the sun catch on its blade shining a reflection of light across the beach in front of her.  The blade was stained with blood, old, new it didn’t matter the blade told hundreds of stories and none of them were pleasant. After all she was a monster once, a ripper who started right here in this very town. A hired spy, a hired gun, a woman without any remorse, without any compassion, just a soulless creature who walked among the living.

In the everyday world, she was nothing, no one, just another girl with daddy issues. Despite this in the other world she walked amongst she was considered a monarch. A ruthless, spiteful, monster who tore down all that stood before her. Her name brought terror to those who spoke ill of her, her rap sheet wasn’t a mere piece of paper it was a scroll. There wasn’t a single target that she missed, there wasn’t a single job she had failed. In this world she had it all, she had fans. She had people who adored her, people who would drop to their knees in her presence out of respect for what she, for what she had accomplished. When Evie Luna Baang entered the lineage, when she entered the underbellies of Australia, England, Russia and America she flipped the game on its head and left everyone in her wake begging for tails.

Evie was a sight for sore eyes, but boy did her tiny frame portray a cold reflection of Satan. It turns out not only is God a woman, the devil himself… was in fact, a lady.

“You shouldn’t be here.” A little voice called out.

Evie turned and looked over her left shoulder, seeing a younger version of herself standing behind her. The two were in matching floor length black spaghetti strapped dress. Their long brown almost black hair was out flying in the seas breeze with effortless beach curls. She had to double blink, to catch herself, not believing her eyes as in front of her now was a younger version of herself.

“You don’t belong here.” Her sweet voice turned sour.

“I was born here.” Evie bit back, in anger.

The little Evie just stood in front of her, reaching down she grabbed onto the side of her dress as she swayed it from side to side. She was so innocent, so pure she had to be no older than eleven years old.

“Do you remember the last time you were here?” She beckoned. “I do…” Her voice was haunting. “It was after you met him, and he took you away from all of this her changed you for the better. He saved you… but, you couldn’t just walk away, you had one more job left to do… one last task, unticked.” Younger Evie sighed. “You remember what you did to daddy, don’t you? You remember how you left him face down in Romania, lifeless.” Her voice hummed.

Evie looked down at the mirror image of herself, yet it was the more innocent pure side of her past.

“He deserved it.” Was all Evie could shout back in defense.

“If you say so, Poppy.” The little girl smirked wickedly.

Evie hadn’t heard that nickname for years, not since it passed through her father’s lips for the last time. Her hands were balled up into fists as looked down at herself.

“Don’t call me that.” Evie’s teeth slammed shut in fury.

Little Evie just walked up towards her, looking at the knife in her own hands, shaking her head from side to side.

“Why are you here?” Her head tilted to the side. “You have it all now, you made sure of that. You have money, fame, the man of your dreams and yet you’re still back here… of all places… to travel to you chose home.” She chuckled.

Evie was looking for the answer, but truth be told she didn’t know why she was here this was the first time she thought of home in such a long time. It felt like decades.

“Would you like to know why, you’re here?” Her voice was song like, but it dripped of poison.

Evie just looked down at herself and snarled, she hated playing games and her child self should have known this. Well, she did know this and that’s why she pulling on her strings.

“Enlighten me.” Evie scowled.

Little Evie just pulled bigger Evie’s hand into hers, before turning it around so Evie could see the blood drip from the palm of her hands.

“Last time you were here, you wore the crown.” Little Evie kicked off. “You had it all, you had money, you had fame, you had Ben Jordan, your husband wrapped around your finger. You were finally in love, head over heels, stupidly in love… he accepted you for the freak you are. He looked into your eyes and saw past what you used to enjoy doing and he saw the real you, not the big bad wolf, not the puppet master of pain, he didn’t see you as a monster…”

“I’m not a monster.” Evie shouted.

“Oh, but you are…” Little Evie replied.

Evie just looked down at her younger self, her white teeth clicking together as she spoke.

“If I’m a monster, you’re a monster… after all, you’re me just younger, more annoying.” Her eyes tore holes in the young girl’s direction. “You created this.”  

Little Evie just rolled her eyes, in typically Evie fashion it was dramatic but reeked of menace. With a harsh sigh the little girl turned and pushed Evie’s blood red palm into Evie’s chest, so she could hear her own heartbeat.

“Don’t interrupt me again. I’m telling a story.” She chuckled. “Now, where was I? Oh… the last time you were here, you had it all… this is the place you remember standing after you had just buried our father and finally, finally you could take the last step forward in becoming normal.” She rolled her eyes. “You had all you ever wanted, your plate was full and now you’re back here… because you’re afraid this is the last moment, you’re ever going to feel like this.”

Evie went to speak but little Evie cut her off.

“The money. The fame. The man. The title. The crown.” She had a devilish look in her eyes. “And next Sunday you could have it all again… if you would just wake up and realize who the fuck you are…” She chuckled. “Don’t let me grow up to be the girl who has it all, just to lose it…”

The little girl’s tone was song like as she continued.

“We’re not the type of girl who doubts herself, look at all we have become. Look at where you lead me? We don’t hide behind masks Evie… we let the world see us for what we really are.” She stopped for a moment. “Cold. Calculated. Ambitious. Passionate. Powerful. A sadistic little blend of sugar and spice.”

Little Evie listed them off so easily, before she forcefully shoved Evie’s hand right into her chest, so she could feel her heart beating as if she was holding it in the palm of her hands.

“He isn’t going to leave you, if you turn back into the woman you once were inside the ring Evie.” She smiled. “He loves you. He wants what’s best for you and right now… you can feel it in your heart, you want to run rivers of blood through innocent cities, it’s what daddy made us into… we couldn’t help it… but we can stop it”

Evie just looked at herself, unsure of what to say or do, but she didn’t have to as little Evie shared their final words.

“BREAK THE CYCLE.” She shouted.

The shout was loud enough to pull Evie out of her slumber in the sauna, causing the Aussie to shoot up in her seat gasping for air. Evie looked up at the clock inside the sauna realizing that an hour had ticked by, Evie quickly made her exit from the sweat box, frantically grabbing her things and heading back to her hotel room. Evie had a lot to think about and even more to process and only a few more days to get her shit together, before she had to come face to face with a Diamond.

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The scene opened outside the Luxury Saxon hotel. It was late as most of the superstars and bombshells had tucked themselves into bed for the night. However, Evie Jordan had taken it upon herself to use the abandon pool that illuminated a soft tropical blue as her backdrop for this week’s promotional video. She took a seat on one of the white yard chairs, her elbows rested on top of her knees and she hunched forward to look down the lens of the camera. She was dressed in all black, her makeup was on point and now all she needed to do was tell the world how she felt about her match at Blaze of Glory.

“Let’s get this off my chest straight up, Javi I don’t care for you… I don’t know who the fuck you are or what the fuck you have done in GRIME but each and every week you appear on my radar as you stepped closer and closer towards the finals of the Blast from the Past… but let me tell you something SCW isn’t like GRIME. It isn’t somewhere you just walk into and say you’re the biggest homey on the block… you have to prove your worth and yes, while you have managed to make your way into the finals, don’t think for a single second it hasn’t gone unnoticed about whom is carrying your team and let’s be honest, it sure as shit isn’t you.”

Evie smirked and she brushed a strand of her long brown hair over her shoulder.

“You’re the puppet and Kate, oops I mean Diamond is the one pulling your strings. You’re molding into her game, being navigated through the tournament by her over dominating guidance. She doesn’t trust you, she can’t stand you, she don’t believe in you and that’s why week in and week out she sells you short that’s why each week she hogs the spotlight, she hogs the match time, she clogs the airways… because she is scared that you’re going to cripple her chances at winning this year’s Blast from the Past.”

A devilish smile appeared on her face.

“I’m mean she’s not wrong. Look at you… look how disgustingly pathetic you are. You call yourself the face of Grime? You’re just a Grossly Repulsive Incompetent Mindless Extremist who week after week stands before us, claiming to spit fire when all you do is blurt out the same bullshit. It’s time to put down the extreme lifestyle homey and stop pretending to be the next in line for the World Heavyweight Champion, because the weight of that gold would rest too heavy on your shoulders and instead of turning into a diamond, you’ll be left baking like defective coal.”

The mocking tone in Evie’s voice said it all, she didn’t have a care in the world for Javi.

“At Blaze of Glory, you’ll be fed to the wolves once more and when you come face to face with Mark Cross, this time he isn’t going to take your title, he is simply going to take away your chance at winning the Blast from the Past… terminating your precious pride and I know how much a big player like you, rests so desperately on bragging rights. Too bad after Blaze of Glory, you’ll come out guns a blazing, it’s just such a shame you’ll be shooting blanks.”

Evie eyed down the camera before her, licking her blood red lips before she continued.

“Now on to you, Kate… or should I call you Diamond? Either way it doesn’t matter who walks out to the ring next week the outcome will remain the same. You see a mask isn’t going to give you extra superpowers, it isn’t going to shield you from the outcome… You and I will go toe to toe once again in the middle of that ring, we will square off and once the dust settles, I will finally get my payback. I will finally have you scouted, I will finally have you where you should be, below me… flat on your back, praying for daylight. I’m sure you’re going to come out here and give the world a history lesson about how good you are, how many titles you have held, how many victories you have under your belt. It’s the same fucking shit every time you have a match… it’s like you enjoy listening to your own voice as you read from the book of Kate Steele… The past doesn’t matter to me, because at Blaze of Glory I won’t be looking at the past… I’ll be staring directly at my future.”

Evie smirked, starting to feel herself come alive.

“What stops me from becoming the first ever two-time Blast from the Past winner is you… Diamond.”

Sarcasm dripped from her tone.

“You’re the one that could potentially ruin my history in the making. I’ve already had it stolen away from me once, what makes you think I won’t stop at nothing to make sure that doesn’t happen again. I was so close in 2018 to becoming the first ever two-time winner but I had that stolen from me because of Fenris… but this year will be different I’m not going to leave my fate in the hands of someone else. I’m coming straight for you, and I won’t stop until you are where you need to be and that’s defeated, shelved and out of my fucking way.”

Evie paused to let that sink in before, she tossed a lock of her hair over her shoulder.

“Apart of my history is putting you out of the picture and taking away your Internet Championship will just be the icing on the fucking cake.”

She licked her lips, before she continued.

“We all know you only put in the work when there’s gold flashing before your eyes. We know you only put in the energy when you know there is something worth fighting for, trust me everyone knows that about you, you’re a championship digging whore… who bitches and moans until she is holding on and right now I can sense your grip on the internet Championship is tightening… as it should be. Mark my words, I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m not going to fall flat and fail because of your impending history lesson about who you are and what you’re capable of… we know you’re a beast we know you have turned your back on family just so you could reach the top, but trust me at Blaze of Glory inside that ring you’ll come face to face with the old Evie. The one that brought the bombshell roster to a standstill. The one who looks deep into the eyes of pain and sees her own damn reflection staring right back at her.”

Evie looked towards the camera with menace, she was finally starting to feel at home being in front of a camera again.

“And at Blaze of Glory when you stand across the ring from me, you won’t be staring across the ring at someone who is lesser than you, you won’t be looking at your next victim. You will be staring into the eyes of THE woman who is going to stop you from winning the Blast from the Past. You’re going to be looking at the monster who is going to tear your Internet Championship away from your cold dead hands. I’ll fucking pry your fingernails off one by one if I must… because believe me… I will not let this opportunity slip through my fingertips again. I will not fall short in the finals for the second time.”

She had the glimmer of hope in her eye as she continued.

“I refuse to be the first ever three-time finalist just to walk away with that history under her belt. I want it all, I want to beat you, I want to be the first ever two-time winner of the Blast from the Past and a little bitch that hides behind a mask isn’t going to stop me.”

Evie shook her head from side to side, before she spoke again.

“You’re no different from the Kate Steele the Sin City Wrestling world loves to hate, regardless of the fact you’ve had a personality change… how fucking original. What did you notice that Christina went and got her herself a Crystal, so you though to yourself you’d do one better and get yourself a Diamond? A mask might be an upgrade from your fucking pathetic, horrific face but behind that fabric you’re just a confused title whore, who calls her self a siren… you don’t lead people to their deaths Katie… you lead people to boredom and next Sunday night… Satan will become the savior when I end your charade and take what is rightfully mine.”

Evie stared directly down the lens of the camera.

“Next Sunday night, let it be known that Mark Cross and I will clean house, leaving Diamond and Javi in the shadows as we ascend towards the World Championships of Sin City Wrestling. You can add that into your book of history Kate, because in the book of Evie… I’m an evil you can’t match.”

She licked her lips again, before she decided to wrap this one up.

“May the lord have mercy on your soul, Kate… because I will not.”

Her eyes were staring a hole down the lens piercing the souls of the watchers at home as the camera that was set up by the glowing pool faded on the image of Evie’s determined face.

 Climax Control 263 streaming live from Canterbury, Kent, England had just come to an end and Evie had the upmost pleasure in watching her husband Ben Jordan retain his Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. Her eyes were glued to the small monitor in front of her, on the fading image of Ben celebrating, flaunting his Championship belt as he held it high into the air as he was being showered in cheers from his fellow countrymen. Watching the smile on his face light up the screen like a flare, Evie couldn’t help but smile along. His grin was infectious to her and even when she was dealing with the doom and gloom of the world, all it took was his smile to brighten her day.

It didn’t take long for the screen to fade to black, and soon enough Ben was walking between the black curtains meeting her backstage. It wasn’t uncommon for them to be a few steps away from the velvet curtains after each other’s matches. They might not have been the closest of couples on the Sin City Wrestling screens, as they normally didn’t flood the footage with their relationship. It wasn’t what they were about, it wasn’t what they wanted to be known for, though tonight was a little different as Evie had surprised her husband with a prematch embrace.

Evie rushed over towards Ben, wasting very little time in wrapping her arms around his neck for a celebratory hug. Ben’s hands juggled his Championship and her hips as he quickly and gently pressed his lips on her forehead. He felt giddy, which wasn’t unusual for him after wrestling in a big match, his adrenaline ran at an all-time high. The call of the crowd was enough to have the blood pumping through his veins and a win was enough to have him heading towards the nearest pub to celebrate. Ben was a man of the people and celebrating with his fans was what he loved most about his job, yet tonight was a little different.

“You looked good out there.” Evie blushed as she spoke. “Shower and pub?” She questioned, before letting him go.

Regardless of how long they had been together, Evie was still a rampant little fan girl when it came to her husband. He still made her impulsive and unpredictable with her nerves, but Evie loved that about him. She was a candle and he was her flame and together, she felt like they were just intoxicatingly attuned, made for each other, meant for each other.

“Only good?” Ben joked. “I must be slipping.” His smile was still plastered on his face.

Evie just rolled her eyes, before giving his chest a playful push. Ben looked down at her a million things running through his mind. The past few weeks had been icy for the both of them, but now Evie was just magically back to being herself around him, as if nothing had ever happened. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to just move on from it, he just couldn’t put his finger on her attitudes lately and it was making him a little stir crazy. The kiss on camera earlier, was enough to ruffle his feathers as it was an action, he never thought he would have to play off on the spot-on air. After all the show was indeed live and not everything followed the script.

“No pub tonight.” He shook his head as he spoke. “You and I need to have a little chat.” A hard ball was quickly swallowed down the back of this throat.

9 little words Evie thought she was never hear coming from her husband’s lips but since he had uttered them her body had stiffened. She was lost for a moment, unsure what on earth this could have meant but she didn’t have time to reply as she just felt her hand being tugged at as Ben walked off with his wife in tow. One hand he carried his prized Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship and in the other he held his confused and conflicted wife’s hand who was now ripping herself apart about what on earth she had done. It couldn’t have been too bad she thought, as she looked up to see Ben looking back at her over his shoulder with a wild grin from ear to ear. Still the fear of the unknown was enough to rattle the butterflies trapped in her stomach who were now fluttering for their lives.

An hour had passed before a freshly showered Ben and Evie Jordan were able to navigate their way back to their hotel. Bravely Ben had allowed lead-foot-Evie to hire a rental car to isolate themselves from having to deal with cabs or Ubers, hoping that would help stop the spread of this dreaded COVID-19. Or at least keep them both healthy enough to potentially be able to see Ben’s Nan once they hit his hometown later in the tour. Ben exited the car, grabbing the bags and Bear’s lead while balancing his championship as Evie trailed behind him with her clutch. She had offered to help but Ben being the gentleman he was refused. It didn’t take long until they were safe and sound inside their hotel for the week, Bear was free from his lead running straight for the floor to curl up in ball in front of the TV. As soon as Evie heard the door click shut behind her, she turned to look towards Ben who was already staring at her ready and waiting to kick this off.

“You.” Was all Ben could say, as he moved towards his wife. “You just had to go and kiss me before my match…”

Ben threw his hand sup in the air, before swiping them back down to his sides in frustration. Evie didn’t have any time to speak up or defend her actions, as Ben’s voice was ringing in her ears.

“A championship match, which needed my full concentration. Yet, I spent half of the damn time thinking about you, instead of Griffin.” His nostrils flared in anger. “I could have lost.” A sigh soon followed. “I could have lost this.”

He looked down to his right hand that clutched his Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. His blue eyes that were normally so loving were cold. As Evie went to speak, she couldn’t find the words, as Bear looked up at his parents, before putting his head back on the ground as if to groan “not again.” She parted her lips to apologise but she didn’t have time for words and Ben’s lips were on hers before Evie could even begin to communicate. He gently dropped his Championship title onto the nearby counter, before his arms were wrapped around her body, pulling her into him for a hug. Ben’s hands demanded her to jump up from the ground, as he cradled her as Evie wrapped her legs around his waist. His fingertips planted into her skin, firmly as he broke the kiss.

“You’re the very best and worst thing about me.” Ben groaned as his eyes searched hers.

Evie’s eyebrow drew together before she spoke. “The worst?”

It wasn’t the easiest thing for a girl to be told, but she could tell from the look in her husband’s eyes that he was going to explain himself. Ben just needed to take her all in first, really look up into green eyes as he spoke, making sure she paid attention to him completely as he explained his reason.

“You distract me.” He growled. “You could be on the other side of a room and as soon as I feel you there, all my notions of being good or being focused spiral out of control.” His eyes remained locked on hers. “I feel like I could, I would tear down walls with my bare hands to get to you.” A sigh escaped his lips.

Evie couldn’t help but feel her cheek flush with red, she wasn’t embarrassed she was proud of how she made her husband feel. Helpless yet powerful. Collected but wild. It meant she was doing her duty of his wife right and from the look in his eyes, she had kicked that into overdrive tonight.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I just wanted to wish you luck.” She smiled.

He shook his head; Ben knew what his wife was up to he knew that she wanted to give those cheering fan girls a look at what they were missing out on. He knew that she wanted to grind his gears, after all they had spoken about flashing their relationship all over the airways of Sin City Wrestling. It wasn’t what they were going to be known for. It might have been everything and anything for other couples of Sin City Wrestling, but Ben and Evie wanted to keep things semi-professional.

“Don’t be sorry. I love that you make me feel that way. I love that you bring out a shred of darkness in me.” He said proudly.

Evie brought her hand sup from around the back of his neck, so she could caress the side of his face. That smile on her husband’s face was enough to crazy.

“Just how you bring out the light in me.” She whispered, hating that she admitted it.

Ben just chuckled, he knew his wife loved to be hated but since they were growing and maturing in their relationship, she had definitely started to take on more of his loving charitable personality traits. Yet, Ben knew she would have no issues switching off the switch and turning into a cold heart bitch when she needed to be. It please him to no end knowing that Evie was able to show just him this side of her. There was no more time for words as Ben brushed a strand of Evie’s long brown hair back behind her ear to look at her face and soon enough the two were back in a heated embrace. Cementing that the past few weeks of misery were definitely behind them. Let’s just say the future was looking bright for the Jordan’s.

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The Canterbury Bandstand wasn’t the fanciest of places in Canterbury, Kent, England but after spending some time with her Blast from the Past Tag Team Partner Evie quickly learnt that this place had a special spot in Mark Cross’ heart. Well, at least she thought he would get a kick out of being somewhere that would induce flashbacks or throwbacks of memory lane. After all truth be told she didn’t completely hate her tag team partner, Evie just didn’t like the fact that he seemed like a bumbling baboon.

It was later in the evening, and even though it was frightfully cold Evie and Mark had agreed to meet up and make the most of his hometown. Since Climax Control 263 was well and truly over, they would soon have to move on to 264 that would stream live from Reading, Berkshire, England. Yet, Evie felt the need to oblige to Mark Cross’ attempt to catch up and shoot their match promotional together a few days earlier and in his hometown, because if she was going to extend an olive branch to her tag team partner, she sure as hell wasn’t going to apologise with words. He was going to have to take this action alone, as her doing her best to accommodate him.

To Evie the Bandstand was this hideously ugly carrousel looking BBQ pit, only it didn’t have ponies that glided up and down, it didn’t have horrible carnival music playing from the speaker but what it did have was history. Mark’s history and she could tell that by the football sized dints that were pressed into the ageing stone, tin and wood. If anything, Evie was mortified by its appearance, and being a successful architect, it was hard for her to see even a glimmer of likeability about the circular object that stood proudly in the green grass of Dane John Gardens.  

The two had spent an hour or so catching up, trying to find out as much as they could about each other after all if they were going to be a successful tag team in the Blast from the Past, they needed to at least be able to speak with one another. It wasn’t easy, they didn’t have much in common, but Evie was willing to give it a chance. After all she was Mrs Blast from the Past.

As night-time was starting to shimmer on the horizon it didn’t take long for Mark to prompt Evie to moving things along. Once they saw that the camera man was set up and ready for them, the cheeky SCU champion winked towards his tag team partner before uttering his first words.

“Ladies first.” He motioned for Evie to take the lead with an outstretched arm.

Evie just looked at him, it took everything she had inside her not to punch that stupid goofy looking smile off in face. She didn’t say anything she just stood there gawking at him, waiting for him to make the first move. Mark could see that Evie wasn’t going to speak first, so he quickly looked back towards the camera and set off on his ways.

“…” Mark went to start.

Yet his lips moved but his voice didn’t come out as walking out from behind him Evie side stepped her partner, her eyes locked on the camera as she stole his thunder and started to address the Sin City Wrestling audience for the first time in well over a year.

“Fuck me, I hate this.” She groaned.

Mark just rolled his eyes; he knew she was going to be difficult, but something told him deep down she was going to take this seriously. Well he was hoping.

“People tell you all the time to have a catchy opening line but fuck it.” She paused. “Here it is… come Climax Control, I Evie Luna Jordan and this.” She fired a thumb over her right shoulder. “Babbling idiot are going to walk into Climax Control and wipe the fucking floor with Tally and Jack.”

It was direct, in a roundabout way but Evie was still trying to find her feet when it came to match promotional. It had been well over a year since she had stood in front of a camera to record her words.

“It’s that fucking simple really.” A wild smirk crossed her face. “It just makes sense. You see standing before you here you have the Sin City Underground Champion Mark Fucking Cross and a two-time finalist, one-time winner and a former Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion… in me.” She paused for dramatic flair. “Me, Evie fucking Jordan.” She smirked. “And next Sunday were going toe to toe with the two rookies of Sin City Wrestling, Tally and Jack… look at us, now look at them. It doesn’t take a genius to work out where their fate lies and sadly for them, their little blossoming debut flame is going to be burnt out, snuffed if you will… once they hit that ring in Reading, Berkshire, England.”

Evie pointed at herself, forgetting to acknowledge Mark’s existence for the time being the Aussie just smirked towards the camera before she continued to speak.

“Two weeks ago, regardless of me not wanting to step foot back into a Sin City Wrestling ring again, I showed the whole world that I still have it. I’m still that bitch. I’m the bitch that can take a year off from competing but come back, with no special training and toss a mess like Jessie Salco around the ring like raggedy Anne.” A smirk crossed her face. “I know I shouldn’t be proud of that accomplishment, and trust me I’m not… I’m just reliving the look on her face when she thought I was going to lay down for her and let her pin me? Not a chance, not a fucking possibility.”

Mark clapped Evie, causing the Aussie to turn to her right and glare at him. Even when it was her time to talk, he couldn’t help but add comedy to the background. He couldn’t help himself; it wasn’t in his nature. Evie rolled her eyes at him before rolling her head from side to side across her neck, as if she was trying to release tense from her neck.

“I knew even when walking away this idiot would do everything in his power to win the match, I mean why wouldn’t he? He’s the SCU champion for Christ sake. It was sure-fire that Cross and I were going to make it to round two and here we are… about to take on the team who affectionately told the world via Twitter that they were just getting started.” Evie rolled her dark green eyes. “That’s some mighty fine words for a bunch of toddlers in this game. It’s such a shame that they’re only getting started, is going to crash, their chances of advancing into round three is going to burn to fucking ground and when the ashes settle, they I’ll only have themselves to blame.”

Evie stopped to gather her thoughts, as she clutched on to her large thick coat that was shielding her from the freezing cold. As dusk started to kick in the lights around the Bandstand flickered to life around them.

“Jack Washington let’s start there…” A poised smile dance upon her face. “A guy who should have invested more time in wrestling training, less time in the gym. A typical meat head, who believes that his name is on everybody’s lips. Here’s a wake-up call. The good people of Sun City Wrestling, don’t know who you are, they aren’t interested to getting to know you either… you’re just a typical beef boy.” She rolled her eyes. “They don’t and we don’t give a single fuck about you.”

Evie turned to Mark who nodded his head in agreeance, finally these two looked as if they were starting to get on the same page.

“You came out guns a blazing last week, talking about how you’re a straightforward guy. Telling the world that you weren’t here to be the nice guy, how you weren’t going to shake hands or kiss babies… you were just in Sin City Wrestling for the money, for the fortune and fame.” She paused, “it’s great to see that your eyes are so clouded by your own misjudgement that you even think you’re going to be anything but a drop in the Sin City Wrestling ocean. We get it, we really do. You’re the new guy with a chip on his shoulder just trying to show the world how good he is, what his potential is like, but we have seen it all before, we had guys like you before in Sin City Wrestling and where are they now? Stuck on the sidelines, pulling themselves to their own reflections, no fortune, no fame, no power… here’s looking at you Caleb, Tommy and Lucien.” A slight pause, before she chuckled.

Evie stepped up towards the camera, finally feeling a little more at home in front of the lens that was streaming this promotional video live to the Sin City Wrestling fans at home.

“You came out in the debut promo telling the world you’re going to be SCW’s fastest rising star, trying to downplay Fenris now are we? Trying to outplay Gabriel, now are we? You’re got a big mouth for a two-match warrior. We’ll see how long it takes you to get the top and trust me, it’s going to a long painful stint for you, but people like me are going to enjoy watching your struggle and endless fight… just to fall flat on your fucking face and end up like so many other that have come before you, a worthless space filler on a card. It should bring you so much joy, knowing you’ll end up right beside Casey Williams… you know the guy you slandered two weeks ago… really you should embrace Casey, I mean his career in Sin City Wrestling is just a snippet of what you’re is going to look like. A sad miserable little mess.”

Evie licked her lips, her blood red lipstick made her pristine white teeth standout. With a single sweep she brushed a few stray away strands of her long brown hair behind her right ear, while keeping her focus on the lens of the camera. Mark continued to watch his tag team partner from the side of screen, taking in everything she was saying.

“But, enough about you… enough about how your quest to win the Blast from the Past. It’s already known it’s going to fall short this Sunday and you’ll wind up back at the bottom of the food chain, begging for scraps left over from the floor. I know that Mark Cross has what is takes to wipe the floor with you this coming Sunday. I know that he’ll make short work of you, hell I’d even put money on this muppet not even breaking a sweat to put you in your place.” A sigh left her lips.

Mark couldn’t help but smile as Evie was finally talking him up, yet the camera didn’t miss his slight frown on his face when she called him a muppet. It was a roller-coaster of emotions teaming with Evie, she wasn’t the easiest to get along with.

“Don’t stress your meaty little head over it. The whole world is going to watch this, watch you.” She was mocking his tag line from his debut. “Watch it all crumble into pile when you’re defeated this Sunday. Then honey you can take a seat and watch this.” Her right index finger moved between herself and Mark. “Watch us. Win the 2020 Blast from the Past tournament with ease.” A devilish smirk was arrogantly present on her face.

Evie was finally finding her groove back into the promotional ways of Sin City Wrestling, it had been a minute but the more she spoke the more things started to fall back into place.

“Now Tally, don’t think that I have forgotten about you. How can I? You’re all Gabriel and Odette can talk about.” She rolled her green eyes. “They’ve pumped up your debut into Sin City Wrestling, like no one else’s. You must feel special knowing you have them playing drums for you. It must feel good knowing they have said you’re their next big thing. It must feel wonderful knowing that you’re their next pet project and that they can’t wait to watch you win the Blast from the Past. They can’t wait for you to be their next Fenris, their next fastest rising star.”

Evie yawned, she was treading in murky water here as she loved and respect Gabriel and Odette, but this was the business they were in, she didn’t have to play nice with everyone that exited the OG gym.

“It must feel like the world is resting on your shoulders right about now, the latest project having to come toe to toe with the original and best female to ever come out of the OG gym.” She smirked. “You must feel overwhelmed knowing that you’re going to have to lace your boots up this Sunday night and come face to face with the one who started it all. The first ever student from the OG gym. The one they invested all their money and time into, the one who became the benchmark for everyone else who followed. It must suck knowing that your magical fastest rising star of the OG gym medal balances in the palm of my hands. It must suck knowing that to climb that ladder you have to go past me and trust me. I might have been out of the ring for over a year, but I would still run circles around you even if I was still in slumber.”

She clicked her tongue off her white teeth, a smug look on her face. It didn’t take long for Evie to start talking once more.    

“I mean, I shouldn’t downplay you. I mean how long did it take you to get here… Correct me if I’m wrong… but well over a year?” she chuckled, evilly. “Well over a year… fuck me… the Stevens put you together with playdoh… they chiselled me out of fucking stone.” Her gaze was cold as it pierced the camera’s lens. “I don’t understand why everyone is acting like you’re the most developed trainee to come from the gym, over a year? You’re not a masterpiece… you’re a rushed rough draft.”

Evie didn’t chuckle, as she didn’t find at amusing it was more annoying. She had spent well over a year with the Stevens when she signed up with them to train, yet that was never blasted out or praised.

“Their whole gym rested on my success, it hinged on how well I turned out… how hard I worked, how much I pushed their brand. Fuck, Tally… I had to walk so a weedy little bitch like you could run. I had to put in more work that you could even fathom.” She gritted her teeth, anger coursing through her. “One fucking year? One fucking year of training and you think that you’re going to be their hottest student, you think you’re going to be the one to make waves for them? You might think you have the world in the palm of your hands? You must feel like everyone is putting pressure on you to preform? But trust me… you’re a butterfly… I’m a fucking wasp. You’ll crumble as soon as your wings get touched, but me?” She stopped her hands balling into fists. “I will keep stinging, time and time again because when you’re the first… you don’t get to stop forging a path for the people who will follow. I have to go out there and show the way. I’m the fucking beacon for all of you and yet, none of you want to admit it… because you’re all the next big thing, right? You’re all the next paycheck? You’re all the best.” She snarled. “Fuck off with that shit seriously.”

She was seething. Evie had felt for years she was overlooked when it came to being a student from the OG gym, but finally she was able to let some of that steam out.

“Tally trust me on this, you’ll always be reaching for the Sun, but you’ll never be able to step out of my shadow. I will always be the blueprint. I will always be that bitch standing on top of the pedestal. I’m the pinnacle, you’re just a sloppy carbon copy, a flawed sketch of the original and perfected model…” She smirked. “I’m the concept, I was their grand idea and since day one I have been the one that you all have to look up to and trust me on Sunday you’ll learn that the hard way. I don’t have to look down at you, I don’t have to take it easy on you because you’re a fellow OG creation.”

She stopped regaining her composure, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulders before her hands found their home on her hips.

“I have to beat you and if you think that I’m not going to come at you with everything I’ve got just to prove a fucking point? You have another thing coming. I don’t fucking have to… but I will just so you can feel what pain really is.” She paused to let that sink in. “Just so you can feel the true weight of what being an OG Gym student feels like. Up until now you had it easy, you’ve had the world screaming your name, making a big deal about you... but on Sunday… it’s not going to be fairy tales and fantasies. It’s going to be your fucking wake up call.” Evie sighed. “If you think you’re just going to walk past me because of your hype, believe me you’ll trip and fucking fall so hard on your face it will knock the last remaining braincells you have left out.”

Evie stopped, to lick her lips once more. Her eyes locked and focused on the camera lens. She knew she had one last thing left to say and she knew it would ruffle more than just a few feathers.

“May the lord have mercy on your soul, Tally...” She paused. “Because I won’t.”

Evie chuckled, stealing that line from Gabriel with Satan’s look in her eye. She had said just about all she could say, so she quickly looked over her shoulder towards Mark Cross, who was ready and waiting to take over.  

“Are you getting to step up and say something? Or am I going to have to carry this fucking team again?” she smirked

Evie stepped backwards, leaving the lights of the bandstand disappearing from the spotlight leaving it to shine on Mark Cross. The Aussie took up a seat up the handrail of the bandstand, crossing her legs at her ankles before she adjusted her large thick dark green mink coat around her shoulders trying to keep warm in this intense cold. She was ready to listen to what her Blast from the Past partner had to say. As Mark looked back at her, Evie gave him the nod as if to tell him to hurry up, as she doesn’t have all day before she turned her attention down her manicured nails.

Now, would be a good time to tune into Mark Cross’ promotional… you know, so this part all makes sense. Then Evie and Mark will see you on Sunday, in Reading, Berkshire, England where hopefully they can advance to round three of the 2020 Blast from the Past tournament. If not, no one could say Evie didn’t lay it all on the line.

 To blindside; the art to simply do or say something that a person is utterly unprepared for.  

That’s what had just happened to Evie, she wasn’t prepared to see her name tagged on Twitter. She wasn’t informed that her name had been signed up to the Blast from the Past tournament and yet, here she was... a participant.

Against her will, against her knowledge and truth be told she felt helpless, like all control had slipped out of her fingers.  

Evie hadn’t felt this way in a while, overwhelmed, it was like everything around her was frozen and yet her heart still had the audacity to beat. It might have seemed silly for her to act this way, but her Husband had gone behind her back and entered her name without first discussing it with her. That didn’t sit well with the Australian Bombshell, she was so used to them over communicating, to have her Husband pull a sly one on her and make a move about her future without her knowledge was enough to bring a lump to lodge itself in the back of her throat.  

Evie wanted to scream at him, she wanted to cut him down with her seething words, but all she could do was stand there looking at him. Ben Jordan had a goofy smile, plastered on his face from ear to ear. In his mind, he had surprised her at no point did he think about the consequences. After all this was no big deal, right? Evie was a former Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion, a former Blast from the Past winner, the only Bombshell in history to appear in back to back finals or even make two finals. She should be thanking him right, she should have been rushing towards him, leaping up into his arms and showering him with kisses for granting her this opportunity to head back into the six-sided ring. Yet, all Evie could feel was the carpet beneath her feet and it felt like quicksand. She was desperately waiting for the ground to open and swallow her whole. In fact she was begging for it to happen.

Ben’s voice sounded like a muffled mess as he spoke towards her, but Evie couldn’t make out the words. Her body still stiff from betrayal. Had he betrayed her? Had Ben, betrayed her trust or was she completely overreacting? All Evie could tell is that she didn’t like this... not at all, not one bit. The thought of lacing up her wrestling boots once more and stepping back side a wrestling ring, twisted knots in her stomach. It had been well over a year since her last match. A tag team match with her husband, sadly it resulted in them both losing. All passion for this business was lost that night, when she knew her presence in this company was now going to impact on her husband’s matches. Evie knew she had to head towards the exit and not look back. The last thing she wanted was to be a ball and chain on his career, the last thing she wanted was Mark and Christian, making him suffer in tag matches with her…

Ben Jordan was above that, the proof was in the pudding as now he was the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.

Evie had no place inside the ring anymore, she had no desire to return, no grudges left unsettled no need to climb any ladder and reach for the stars. Truth be known she was happy with her short lived career in Sin City Wrestling, she brought a new fear to the bombshell ranks that hadn’t been seen since Misty’s days of stalking the halls. She brought a new picture of pain, when she chuckled inside a barbed wire match with Alexis. Evie had no reason to miss the ring, since leaving Sin City Wrestling she had become a successful architect, designing multimillion dollar homes for the rich and famous. Her plans, were sort after and fought after from lucrative buyers. She could thank her expensive taste for her success, she knew what rich people wanted, a way to show off their wealth but more importantly a way to keep it safe and sound. Who knew that’s Evie’s scandalous past of robbing from the rich, would line her pockets once more but this time it was all legal. The way Evie was going, she would have enough work for the next ten years, now she was going to have to put clients on hold all because of the man standing in front of her.

The Jordan’s rarely fought but when they did, Evie was known to be unreasonable, she was known to have a short fuse and when Ben really pushed her buttons the two together became combustible. Like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, they left a trail of destruction behind them. The last fight they had led to them needing to renovate their kitchen, as they completely demolished the foundations. Everyone may think Ben is a sweet little lamb when it comes to his marriage with Evie, but behind closed door he was just as much of a ravenous lion as what she was an insatiable lioness. They were both extremely passionate people, and when backed into a corner, they both knew how to fight. Their rare occasion fights, usually started to with stern words that lead to shouting that led to Evie losing her cool and hurling thing. She never aimed for Ben, Evie would never hurt her Mundo, never in a million years it’s just at times Evie didn’t have the right words to express her rage you can blame her childhood for that.

However this time was different, Evie didn’t have words at all there was nothing she could say and the more she watched his mouth move in front of her and the closer he stepped towards her the more Evie wanted to turn and run. She wasn’t just mad at her husband, she was disappointed and well the closer he moved towards her, he could tell by the look on her face he was in for a wild ride.

“Eves!” Ben’s voice was just above a whisper as he moved towards his wife. “You’re not mad at me right?” a sigh escaped his lips as if he already knew the answer.  

Her mouth opened, as she licked her lips before she sucked her plump blood red bottom lip back into her mouth. Her top teeth acting like a cage as she bit down on the fleshy part of her bottom lip. Evie’s deep hazel eyes, were watered as she looked up at him. Normally their height difference didn’t cause her any discomfort but right now, she felt like he was over shadowing her. Looking away from him, Evie looked towards the floor, her focus on his feet as he inched closer towards her, she could feel that he was reaching out to touch her. Ben desperately wanted to make this all better, he hated seeing his wife like this, especially when it came to him. He would much prepare her to be yelling, cussing and throwing her hands up at him, it was when she was silent that he knew he had well and truly messed up.

“Eves, please…” He whispered, as if he was scared to wake the dead. “Talk to me.” His voice was laced with concern.

Evie watched as he lifted his arms, place them open palmed on her shoulders. It didn’t take Evie long to roll her shoulder back, knocking her husband’s hands away, it wasn’t a reaction either of them were used to. Evie was a sucker for her husband, his touch was everything she wanted and needed but right now she couldn’t deal with any of this. Her mind was in over drive, the sound of silence filled the air between them, it was so quiet that Evie could hear his lips part once more as he went to speak. Yet he didn’t have a chance to get his words out, as Evie took a step back, her arms raising as if she was in surrender.

“I can’t…” she stumbled. “I can’t do this…” a sharp gasp followed.

She couldn’t look up at him, as she knew those words would have killed him, just as much as they killed her. Evie just turned on the balls of her feet, without another word she left him standing there. February 20th was meant to be a fun day for Ben Jordan, it was meant to be a day filled with celebration, he had signed his wife up to the Blast from the Past and once again they would be back on tour together as active competitors in Sin City Wrestling. It was such a shame that Evie couldn’t see the good, all she could see was the blindside and right now that wasn’t sitting well with her.

Ben watched as Evie walked out of their main living area, he knew she wouldn’t go far. Evie wasn’t the one to go for long walks when she was angry, she was the type of Aussie that liked to sit and stew in her madness, making it a nest, letting it fester like an infected wound. It wasn’t until Ben heard their bedroom door slam violently shut, that his body involuntarily moved, the sound of wood slamming starling him. Evie don’t get it wrong was a very spiteful, vindictive person but when it came to her husband Ben Jordan, he never suffered by her hands or by her words. She was a different woman around him, polite, loving, calm, he was her home but right now she couldn’t find the words, the right words to say. Removing herself from the toxic situation, Evie knew she had to gather her thoughts before she could let him know just exactly how she felt.

Ben rocked his head back on his shoulders, his body already broken from days ago. As if him being locked inside the ring with Fenris at My Bloody Valentine wasn’t punishment enough to have his body battered and bruised. Now, his body was tense and heavy. The weight of an angry wife sat upon his shoulders, holding him down like wet bag of cement. He had never seen Evie so quiet, no had he seen her so tense and caught off guard, it was unfamiliar waters for him, but Ben was a smart man, he knew damn well to give Evie some time to cool off but inner Ben still wanted to make sure his wife was okay. The last thing he wanted to see was her packing her bags, or tears streaming down her face.

A groan escaped his lips as he took off in Evie’s direction, however he didn’t get far as Bear their giant American Akita, barreled in through the front door. Brushing past Ben like he wasn’t even there. Bear clicked his feet across their wooden flooring, heading straight towards their bedroom. To add insult to injury Bear turned to look towards Ben, turning his nose up before trotting off to find his mum.

“Man’s best friend, my arse.” Ben scoffed as Bear let out a yawn. “It’s just not my day.” Ben whispered.

He looked around the living room for options, the only one that was glaring at him was their brown leather couch. Ben knew Evie would need a moment to let everything sink in, he also knew that she would have to zoom past him if she planned on leaving the house, so he set his plan in motion.

“The couch it is.” A groan escaped his lips as he changed his direction.

Heading over towards the couch, he took a seat, before choosing to lay down, from this angle he could see the black TV screen like a mirror and watch any movements that may or may not happen behind him. How mad could she really be? And it wasn’t like Evie was going to stop talking to him completely, they were married after all. This fight would be over before they knew it.

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It was heading on to two weeks later and even though Evie hadn’t packed her bags and rushed off into the night, she still stuck by her husband. She kept up public appearances, heading to Scotland with Ben so he could play cards with Fenris backstage in some sort of rebuilding the friendship type exercise. The two of them continued to spend time together, making small talk but Evie refused to talk to him about anything Wrestling or Blast from the Past related. It was a hard two weeks, Ben didn’t know if he was Arthur or Martha, half the time. One-minute Evie was holding his hand, hugging him for fan photos the next minute she was walking twelve steps in front of him, as if his new aftershave was enough to repulse her. They started each morning with a kiss, ended each day with a kiss but when it came to sharing a bed Ben felt the polar ice caps of Antarctica as Evie turned her back on him, ignoring his existence. Talk about whiplash, it was as if Ben had been in a head on collusion and weeks later, he was still reeling from the impact. At least he had Bear who had forgiven him, partly because even he thought Evie was being dramatic.

Scotland had come and gone and now the Jordan’s had found their way to York, England. Climax Control was just around the corner and Evie was booked to take part in her first match back in well over a year in Sin City Wrestling. Round one of the Blast from the Past had her teaming with a muppet, that being Mark Cross the SCU Heavyweight Champion, the two of them would be taking on Jessie Salco and Mr. SCW himself Travis Andrews. A walk in the park, right? Yet, Evie hadn’t even began to prepare for this Sunday night instead she was ignoring it all together. In her mind, she wasn’t even going to show up to the arena on Sunday. Ben could go by himself, seeing as he already teed himself up to appear in a drinking contest. In her frame of mind, she didn’t want to be baby sitting her drunk fool of a husband, she wanted nothing to do with York, England and the fact that she had to be here for a match was enough to harden the blood in her veins. A Heart attack would have been kinder to her right now, then herself.

It was Thursday and Evie had spent the morning in their hotel room, listening to Ben make phone calls and arrangements to catch up with his old friends, as they grew closer and closer to reaching Ben’s hometown. She cringed at the sound of excitement in his voice, how could he go on like nothing had happened and just carry on with his day to day duties when he knew he had a wife seething in the background. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to get her to talk to him, every day he tried his luck over a hundred times, to get just a glimmer of resolution from her but each time she shot him down. The cold shoulder was wonderful, it was Evie’s coping technic that she had perfected down to a fine art. She couldn’t blame him from planning nights out, she didn’t even want to be with herself at a time like this but still, in her mind, he was still in the wrong and she was right.

During the day Ben took Bear out to the local park, letting the big guy stretch his legs, while Ben took his time meeting and greeting with fans. It was what he did in every city they ventured to. Ben was a people person, he loved meeting new people. He had asked Evie if she wanted to go with them, already knowing the answer she refused. Evie was going to take the day to mop, to try and silence the demons that were taunting her in her mind, but they wouldn’t settle. They wouldn’t give her a break, not even a slight second to piece everything together and realize that she was being a massive bitch. Instead she decided to put one foot in front of the other and accept the fact that she would the standing inside the six-sided ring again this Sunday night, she might as well become accustomed to the fact that some form of preparation wouldn’t go astray. She still wasn’t feeling up to getting back inside a ring, so she figured she would start off small by trying on her old ring gear. The greatest mistake of all, as she quickly learnt that they no longer fit.

The rest of the afternoon was spent, just looking at herself in a full-length mirror, wondering where it all went wrong, wondering how on earth she had gone up a full size? How was she meant to get back into the ring, she was out of practice and now it appears she was out of shape? Evie had never had an image problem but right now, she couldn’t stand the sight of herself. This whole being a woman right now, felt toxic. The world was a box and it was closing in on her and Evie didn’t have the words to try and put this all together. Soon enough like a fish out of water she was gasping for air, a full-blown panic attack was crippling her. The big bad super spy who had murderous blood coursing through her veins was now being road blocked by her own damn insecurities. Turns out her father was right; she was her own worst enemy. Looking down at her hands Evie could see them shaking, her couldn’t determine if this was fear or if this was just pure rage trying to escape her all she knew is that she needed it to stop, she needed this all to go away, Evie wanted control.

That evening, Evie had run herself a boiling hot bath, the water was that hot it turned her skin blistering red within seconds of contact. She didn’t care, like most females the thought of a pure hot bath was enough to euthanize the thoughts pounding away in her mind. There were just enough bubbles in the bath to, bring some girliness into madness. Candles were lit around the dark bathroom, as she just sunk herself into the lavish egg-shaped marble bath. Ben always made sure Evie had the best of the best when they travelled and if that meant splashing as much cash as he could at a hotel room, to keep his wife happy he was more than accommodating. It wasn’t a flex of his, he just knew that Evie had expensive taste for homes, designs and hotels. Plus, in the back of his mind he knew she loved picking the hotel suites apart, her designer mind running wild with ideas of how she could improve the place, or what ideas she could copy and bring into her house plans. They were the ultimate team, when they were on the same page, always making sure they were in each other’s corners no matter the cost. Materialist or emotional. It didn’t matter. They would walk bare foot across nine-inch nails just to see the other one smile.

Evie rested her head back, against the soft stone her eyes instantly closing, she finally had control of her thoughts she was finally somewhere she could push all her problems aside and try and tackle them one by one. Evie knew she hadn’t been the best wife as of late, she knew she needed to communicate more but when she was struggling to find the words, she didn’t want to lash out and burn him with hate. He didn’t deserve that. As Evie tried to piece everything together, she felt a presence in the room. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense him. Ben wasn’t the swiftest when it came to surprises, but he did try his best. She heard him unzip his jeans, before guiding them down his legs. She heard his feet lift off the tiled floor, right foot followed by his left. She knew that as Ben tended to put more of his weight on his left side, he was a little off balance and that’s how he over come the struggle of gravity when he was on one foot. That’s how she knew left after right. It didn’t take long before she felt the water level in the bath rise, as he did his best to slip in undetected, but he couldn’t keep quiet for long.

“Jesus Christ.” He yelped. “What are you trying to do, boil my boys?” He winced as the hot water washed over his body.

Evie didn’t even bother to open her eyes she just let a little chuckle escape her glossed lips.

“You weren’t invited.” Her harsh Australian accent made that comment sting more than it should have.

“Well, too bad, I’m here now.” He splashed around trying to get comfortable.

Ben just poked his tongue out of her, thinking he was safe as her eyes were closed. As Ben moved around the bathtub, his movements cause the water to spill up over the sides splashing down to the floor. The peaceful place that Evie was in, was now being earth quaked by her six-foot-tall husband who was trying his hardest to squeeze into a one-person sized bath, just so he could spend time with her. Evie let him settle, his back resting up against the marble as his body adjusted to the temperature of the bath, he could see steam rising from the water.

It felt like hell, as sweat started to bead at his forehead, but he knew that’s how Evie liked it. Opening her eyes Evie could see his discomfit, a sigh escaped her lips as her perfectly outstretched body was taking up most of the tub, while Ben was crammed up to one end, his knee poking out the top of the water. Without saying a word, Evie moved across the bath, pulling his legs down so Ben could be outstretched. Evie placed herself on his lap, but she wasn’t facing him. She had her back to his chest and as the two settled into their spots, Evie’s head rested on the front of his chest. Ben’s chin rested gently on the top of Evie’s head, as his arms came around wrapping her up in a hug.

“You’re like a bull in a china shop.” Evie whispered as she closed her eyes.

“Agile and assertive. Nothing wrong with that.” He said proudly. “It’s a bit hot though don’t you think? Now I know why beets go red when you boil them” Ben panted.

Evie just smirked, he was clumsier and more reckless but sure, she wasn’t going to burst his bubble. She also didn’t take any notice of his discomfort; he could afford it if he wanted to spend time with her.

“I noticed someone tried on their wrestling gear, does that mean someone is stepping back into the ring this Sunday?” He changed the subject, trying to remove the elephant in the room.

A sigh escaped her lips, she didn’t want to talk about it, but she couldn’t just not talk to him for the rest of her life. That was no way to have a happy healthy marriage.

“Tried, might just be the key word.” She whispered, making him really pay attention to her words. “They didn’t fit.” Another sigh left her lips this time more forceful. “Turns out, I’m a heavyweight”

Ben snorted, not because he was laughing but because he was taken back by the look on his wife’s face. Even with her eyes closed he could tell she was fighting back her anger.

“Or, it means… you haven’t worn them for a long time, and they shrunk because they were in storage for over a year in the blistering heat and icy cold of bar harbor?” He pressed his lips on the top of her head, giving his wife a kiss.

“That’s not how fabric works, but nice try my love.” She nestled her head into him to get closer.

“You’re not over thinking this are you?” He looked down to the side to watch her reaction. “You’re by no means a heavyweight, if anything that arse of yours had gotten rounder from all those crazy workouts you’ve been doing.” He said proudly. “I would know, I keep my eyes on it all the time.” He chuckled. “You know for safe keeping.” His lips pressed against her temple this time.

Evie could feel Ben’s grip around her tighten as he held onto her for dear life.

“I’m not ready for this Sunday Ben, in no way shape or form.” She groaned. “I’m out of my depth, I haven’t stepped foot inside a ring to compete in over a year. This is all way too confronting.” She snarled, angry at herself. “I’m going to be tossed around the ring like a ragdoll by Jessie Fucking Salco, of all people.” Another unamused groan left her lips. “Fuck me, talk about humiliating.” Her blood was boiling at the thought of Jessie beating her.  

“That’s never going to happen.” Ben amused the conversation. “You could walk out there with both arms tied behind your back and still slap her about.” He chuckled.

Evie cracked a smile, even if it was a half arse attempt it was still something she hadn’t done for a while. Ben noticed his wife’s facial expressions shift, and for a split second he was out of the woods and back in the game.

“You still mad at me?” he questioned. “I just made you smile.” He squeezed her tightly.

“Oh, I’m still livid Benjamin.” Her tone told no lie.

Ben’s eyebrows came together as he looked down at his wife, but he was smart enough to keep his lips sealed. He had realized that he had put her in an uncomfortable spot, but he had also realized that she wasn’t mad at him she was more overwhelmed with the fact that she was heading back into the ring, after a year off. Evie had every right in the world to be doubting herself, selling herself short. Knowing it was best to stay silent, Ben just held onto her tightly, as Evie tucked herself into his right arm, resting her check on his arm, she closed her eyes trying to find peace.

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Sunday was just days away and that mean Climax Control was just around the corner. Evie was set to return after a year out of the ring to tag up with Mark Cross to take on the team of Jessie Salco and Travis Andrews. Was she excited? No. Was she looking forward to it? No.

Evie was one of the most dominate forces when it came to the Blast from the Past tournament a two-time finalist, one-time winner… she wasn’t the one to take lightly but this year her heart simply wasn’t in it all because of her husband’s blindside…

However, you know what they say? An angry Evie is a successful Evie and well that meant Jessie Salco was facing a world of pain this Sunday night. Jessie had spent the last eight years trying to win the Blast from the Past, it was just super unfortunate that her path would have to cross Evie’s come Sunday. You see Evie didn’t have to worry about Cross or Andrews, all she had to do was keep her focus on Salco and trust me, even under all this self-doubt and all this anger Evie knew she could never let someone like Jessie Fucking Salco get the better of her.

There was no way she was just going to lay down and let her pin her, walking away with the bragging rights that so little in Sin City Wrestling had to their name. Evie wasn’t going to let a smug little piece of shit like Jessie stand in the way of her return match in Sin City Wrestling. Oh no, Evie was going to do what she did best and that was rip her opponents to shreds.

I’m sure Evie herself would have loved to tell you this personally, however as she continues to lick false wounds, her mind is elsewhere, as she toys with the idea of no showing this whole damn event. Teaching Ben a lesson, on communication. Yet, we all know that deep down Evie has been waiting to step back into the ring, she had been waiting to defend her crown… she has been waiting to right a wrong… she has been waiting for the right moment to seize the opportunity to become the first ever two-time Blast from the Past winner.

It’s such a beautiful shame that Jessie Salco, must be the lamb led to slaughter and on Sunday night, believe me the streets of York will run red. A town will be silenced a crowd will be left in awe. As a part of Evie that hasn’t seen the light of day for a very, very long time… will finally be given just the glimmer of radiance it needed to reenergize.

Come Sunday, Evie will be standing across the ring from Jessie and mark my words, she won’t stop until she puts Salco out of her misery, benching the brat for another year to cradle her hopes and dreams of becoming a Blast from the Past winner. It’s nothing personal, it’s not because she dislikes Jessie Salco, oh no... it’s because she fucking hates her that Evie still purposely stand in her way, road blocking her chance to climb the ladder in this tournament.

All the while, relaunching her own career in Sin City Wrestling.

 Inception III was bitter sweet for the Jordan’s they were luck enough to breeze past the team of Jon Dough and Amy Marshall before they tripped slipped and fumbled when it came to facing the current mixed tag team champions, Lachlan and Sierra. Losing wasn’t something that was common for Ben and Evie but it sure as hell seemed like something they liked to do together. Considering the both lost their Roulette Championships on the same night and now when they were just moments away from becoming crowned the new Sin City Wrestling mixed tag team champions, the tides changed and well the rest is history.

Although, the loss wasn’t enough to beat themselves up on. They had been dominating Sin City Wrestling since they both stepped foot inside the company, it was only a matter of time before faith wouldn’t put them in the winning light. Their loss to team eggplant wasn’t going to hold them back, it wasn’t going to put them on them on the shelf, in fact was a pretty stiff learning curb for the pair. They would step back, revaluate their loss and move on. In singles careers or in the tag division this one hump in the road wasn’t going to be enough to derail the legacies they had built for themselves in this world of wrestling and they had come too far in their careers and as a couple to let one moment of failure ruin anything that they had created.

After their disappointing loss at Inception, the Jordan’s dusted themselves off and headed into the night life of Vegas to celebrate the grand opening of their friend’s sport’s bar. The E14 bar that was owned and run by Daniel J Morgan was going to be a hot spot for Sin City Wrestling, so it was definitely worth the effort in popping in. Especially with her husband starting to feel like his old self, far be it for Evie to put a stop to his partying ways.

2018 had been a tough year for them, with Ben’s health scare and Evie’s family woes, a night on the town was just what the two needed to let off some steam and look towards a more bright and healthier 2019. It didn’t matter that they had suffered at the hands of defeat earlier in the night, all that mattered was that bright smile that was beaming on her husband’s face. A loss to Evie used to mean the end of the world, it meant that she had lost an edge when it came to being one of the most feared Bombshell’s in Sin City Wrestling history… but all that chatter in her mind faded when she looked across the sport’s bar to see her husband Ben Jordan, kicking back with some friends and fans enjoying a drink by the bar. Not a care in the world. Not a single regret and not a single look of concern crossed his face, even though they weren’t the mixed tag team champions right now… he was still happy and that’s all she could ask for.

In time they would get another chance at the mixed tag team champions, and the next time they faced Team Eggplant the end result wouldn’t be the same. You could bank on that.

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Coming back from a loss is never easy and this week will be no different when Evie Jordan finally steps foot inside the six-sided ring against one half of the tag team that was able to put her dreams of becoming the mixed tag team champion on ice. However, Evie wasn’t going to let one little loss get in her way of doing what she does best and that’s dominate the Sin City Wrestling ring.

You see Sierra and Lachlan didn’t get lucky at Inception III… not even Evie couldn’t put her loss down to that… they were just able to best the team of her husband and herself on the night and truth be told next time the two teams encounter one another, Evie was going to do her best to make sure that same result wasn’t repeated. Evie hated losing and it wasn’t something that she used to and now she was only days away from setting her and her husband on the right path for a rematch for the Sin City Wrestling mixed tag team championships.

It wasn’t going to be easy, Sierra was the real deal when it came to being inside the ring and Evie had learnt that last Sunday night at Inception. Sierra’s words were tough but when it came to mixing it up inside the prestigious ring, she had the bite to go with her bark and yet this was something Evie was thankful for… finally some real competition in Sin City Wrestling… finally someone who was just as spiteful and evil as her and the two of them would lock horns again only days away at Climax Control.

A repeat of Inception III wasn’t an option for Evie, there was no way she was going to let Sierra get one over her in the singles world. It wasn’t like her, she was a fighter, one of the best that Sin City wrestling had seen and when she was in the ring Evie had all eyes on her. She commanded the fans even though every time she walked out their to greet them, they spat out in anger. Evie wasn’t your typical bombshell she was cold, emotionless and calculated everything she did had a well thought out plan.

And what was laid out for Sierra for Sunday night… was simple… her shoulders would be pinned to the canvas and the Australian Bombshell would finally be on the right pathway to reclaim her stop at the top… and she was only days away from doing it, with her husband watching on from ringside. It was going to be a moment that they could share together and once Evie was able to get Sierra out of the way it was only a matter of time before Ben did the same to Lachlan and if there was any doubt in anyone’s minds about the Jordan’s being a tag team would be erased from everyone’s minds.

All Evie had to do was regroup and recover from Inception and set this cycle off on the right foot and she was going to do it at Climax Control at Sierra’s expensive.  

 There is always the risk in this sport that once in a while you’re going to have to stand across that six-sided ring and stare down someone, you call a friend. For Ben Jordan that’s almost a weekly occurrence but for Evie it’s a strange feeling, knowing that she is only a few days away from having to come face to face with either Mackenzie or Charlotte at Climax Control. The feeling is all too real, as both teams look to chase down the second point they require to move on to the next round in the mixed tag team tournament. Most weeks she doesn’t have a problem looking across that ring, mapping out the ways in her mind how she is going to rip her opponents apart limb from limb, yet this week will be the ultimate test for the women who has since turned over a new leaf since her marriage to all round good guy Ben Jordan was made public.

Does she proceed to hunt? Or will the reality of having two of her closest friends in this business standing across the sea of canvas be too much for the Australian Bombshell to handle? This is uncharted territory for the former Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion, yet a win is a win… a point is a point and she knows how much her husband wishes to advance into the finals of the Mixed Tag Team tourney. You see Ben is competitive, it’s one of the many driving forces that run through the course of his veins and there is no way on god’s little green earth that Evie could stand beside him and let him down.

Reality is, she was going to have to switch off her feelings when it came to Mackenzie and Charlotte. Evie was going to have to paint them in a different light all so she could push past them in that ring on Sunday night and help her team capture the next golden point. It wasn’t going to be easy, London Underground were a solid tag team and they had shown on many occasions that they were the free bird team to look out for. They were the pinnacle of tag team wrestling, the blue print if you will and regardless of The Jordan’s being married… they were two people on two completely separate pages when it came to stepping inside the ropes. In their married at home life they were balanced, ying and yang but in the ring Ben would always go tit for tat, while Evie was always on the pursuit of blood. Nothing brought her more joy when it came to her wrestling career, than tearing her opponents down and exposing them for what they are, weak, pathetic contenders.

London Underground, weren’t weak, they weren’t pathetic and they were a serious threat to The Jordan’s moving forward in their quest for the finals at Inception III. And as the days ran down, Sunday was just around the corner, leaving many to wonder how would this all play out. Would the lighter side of Evie ben Team Jordan’s weak link? Or would this softer side, be exactly what they needed to help them move up the ladder towards Team Eggplant?

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Tuesday the 11th of December;

Most weeks were a mad dash for Ben Jordan and his wife Evie, they would show up to work on Sunday night before joining their friends for a quick round of drinks before they boarded their plane and headed back to the one place that Ben felt most at ease Maine. Yet, this week was different. This week they had stayed a few extra nights in Vegas and for good reason. Evie had been invited to The Golden Ring Casino to take a look at their top notch security system, with one task in mind… to find a weakness.

It wasn’t that Daniel felt like there was a flaw in his system it was just he knew who Evie Luna Baang was. He knew who she really was as their paths had crossed in a previous time frame, when they were living under their very different lives. In his eyes she was one of the best at what she used to do for money and he felt like if there was anyone her could trust to find a kink in the Casino’s security system, it would be her.

Daniel, Os and Ben had spent most of the morning sitting around a table talking about their up and coming match this Sunday. Even thought they would stand across the ring from one another, they were still close enough to joke about it and even egg each other on in the spirit of competition. This week there would be no love lost when it came to the match, yet there would be no hard feelings regardless of the outcome. As the boys spoke about anything from the likes of work, football, to their mother country England they couldn’t help but get distracted from time to time. As flashes of dark mocha hair zoomed past them.

Evie was on a mission, sure this one didn’t involve bullets or blood but still she took Daniel’s request as seriously as she could. She had spent hours this morning running around the casino, looking it up and down combing over the windows, the doors, the ceilings and floors with a fine tooth comb. She knew every establishment like this had a weak point and it was only a matter of time before she put her manicured finger on it. After all it was places like this that had made Evie very wealthy in the past, you have a knack for robbing from the rich to give to herself.

“I don’t know if I should thank you, or be upset with you?” Ben spoke out towards Daniel, as he watched his wife work in full spy mode.

Daniel just smirked, he knew that Ben didn’t fully agree or understand Evie’s past but he could tell from the amused look on his face that Ben was enjoying the image of his wife running around his Casino with a smile on her face.

“Now, now… it will be good for her to dabble back in her rusted skill set.” Dani said with a chuckle.

“Yeah but now we won’t be going back home to Maine…” Ben said with a grumble as he watched his wife round the corner and head up the stairs to the offices. “You see when my wife gets into spy mode, we go to New York.” He said with a sigh. “And I hate that place.” His teeth gnashed together but he wasn’t mad for long as he shrugged it off.

Rocking forward in his chair Daniel just gave Ben a warm smile. “She’s got clean hands now mate.” He brought his pint up to his lips before he continued. “The green minx, has no new stories just legends that get retold around tables.” He nudged Ben. “Plus, I think the wifed up glow outshines her need to wet her bloodlust.” He hoped his words would bring some ease to the Cockney King.

Ben just did his best to smile it off, honestly he never wanted to see his wife back in that line of work but he knew little exercises like todays were enough to wet her appetite when it came to her criminal past. However, something that Daniel had said had him raising an eyebrow.

“The green minx?” his brows borrowed together as he questioned Daniel.

“Oh yeah, in her prime that’s what she was called in hush tones.” Daniel replied. “The women wanted to be her, the men wanted to be with her and yet whenever a bounty came across her head, everyone was in a fury to claim the cash.” Daniel grinned wildly. “She was the ultimate trophy kill. Millions have been placed over that head, and each and every time she lived through it.”

A shuddered went through Ben’s body as he pictured what his wife would have been through back in the day before and during their dating days.

“I’m just thankful she’s out of the game.” He said with a serious tone. “Life would be pretty bland without her.” Instantly his mood picked up.

“And you can thank yourself for that.” Daniel said with a smirk. “Everyone knew she had the end game in sight when she met you. It was only a matter of time and some loose ends she had to tie up.” He placed his pint back down on the table. “You both broke a lot of hearts that day mate.” He continued with a chuckle.

The grin on Ben’s face said it all, knowing that his appearance in Evie’s life was the one thing she needed to get out of this dangerous life she lead. He also couldn’t help but feel a sense of self pride knowing that he had what many wanted and there was nothing they could do about it. He was foolish to think that back in the day that Evie wasn’t a fantasy to some of the men she worked with and against but he knew she was also a prude. She was happy to be looked at and adored but if anyone tried to touch, broken fingers would soon follow. Evie wasn’t your typical spy, hit woman, corrupt government agent. This line of work for her wasn’t like the movies, her back wasn’t hitting the mattress of different men’s beds each night to move forward in her career or in her goals of stealing and obtaining money and goods. She wasn’t that type of girl, she was the type would break your heart just by looking at her and instead of caring, Evie would just laugh. Evie wasn’t in this life to count the notches in her bed post, she was in it count bills and bodies.

A few minutes had passed before Ben piped up and broke the silence. “We should probably go check on the girls.” He said with a concerned look on his face.

Daniel and O’s picked up on what Ben was putting out there and the three were quick to make moves towards the viewing deck that had been turned into offices for London Underground and Nicky George. It didn’t take the three very long to climb the stairs and make their way into the security room where all the cameras were set up. Mackenzie and Charlotte were standing by the door as they watched Evie walked around the room, her eyes always analysing what was in front of her. All of them watched as Evie took a seat behind the main controls and without saying a single thing or even asking for permission she started to tap away at the keys on the keyboard. Tech savvy Charlotte wasn’t too thrilled as she went to take a step up towards the Aussie, but she was quickly pulled back into line by Mackenzie.

“Easy there, I’ve got five hundred on her not even being able to get past your passcode system.” Mackenzie said with a warm smile, hoping to ease her “sister” in crimes nerves.

After a few taps away at the keyboard, Evie’s thick Australian accent bellowed through the room. “I’ve got two grand burning in my pocket saying otherwise.”

Her black polished nails danced across the keys and within a matter of seconds, she was in. Evie had full control over their security system and that was enough to leave Daniel speechless.

“How?” Was all Charlotte could mutter out as she looked towards Daniel with distress across her face.

Evie just licked her lips and without turning around to see the look of shock on all of their faces, she just continued to navigate her way around their security system. Moving their cameras as she pleased.

“Relax Char.” Confidence dripped from her voice as if she was mocking her. “You think I don’t know how to hack into the system that my best friend created?” she spun around in her chair. “There’s only two people in the world who know the override sequence.” Her blood red lips framed her white teeth as she smirked. “Calista… and well?” Evie praised herself as she pointed towards her chest. “Me.”

That still didn’t ease Charlotte’s need to question Evie. The Aussie just spun around in her chair as she went back to work. She probably felt as if she had let the team down but her doubt was soon removed by the next few words that Evie spoke.

“Good girl, Char.” She said with praise. “Everything else is un-hackable.” Evie spun around to face her. “Get that doom and gloom look off your face, would you?” She stood up from her spot in the chair. “You’ve got this place covered from head to toe… you should be proud.”

Charlotte’s harden looked soften as she took in what Evie was saying.

“I’d feel better if I didn’t know your greedy fingers, couldn’t get into it.” Her words were followed by a laugh but the tension in the room was enough to let everyone know that she wasn’t kidding.

Evie looked at Charlotte with cold hard look on her face. “Sometimes we don’t get what we want in this life, Char.” She mocked her. “But since Christmas is around the corner, let me bring a little Christmas cheer your way.

Turning back to the keyboard, Evie was freakish fast as her fingers shifted around the keyboard. It was hard for rest of the room to catch up but Charlotte knew what she was doing and a greedy smirk was back on her face.

“Three… two… one.” Evie slapped the enter key with force.

There was a buzzing sound of Charlotte’s phone vibrating in her leather jacket pocket.

“Merry Christmas love.” Evie said with a wink.

Only Charlotte and Evie knew what she had done as the rest of the crew stood around with slight looks of confusion on their face. Evie just walked away from the keyboard and made her way over to Charlotte to wrap her right arm around her shoulders, squeezing her in a mocking hug. Evie had reset the override sequence and now there was only one person that could get into their system and she was standing in the room, staring down at her phone like a kid on Christmas morning. Well her and of course Calista but she didn’t feel the need to bring that up.

“You’re welcome.” Evie pouted. “Although I’m a little heart broken, you would be concerned that I would have or could obtain access to your system… trust me… I have no interest in making moves towards your money.” Her hands flew up as she pleaded innocence.

Moving away from the girls, Evie stepped into Ben’s right arm as she tucked herself into his side. Her left hand instantly made moves towards his chest, as she gave him a gentle squeeze with her right hand that was careering the top of his hip.

“I think it’s time we head home?” She said feverishly “We should really get out of their way.” Evie was trying to cover her need to get way from here.

She couldn’t deny it, she missed the life of crime at times and the fact that she was standing just twenty two steps away from a vault filled to the rafters of cash was enough to send tingles down her spine. It’s not that she needed money, they had enough they could both retire on, it’s juts Ben knew what Evie was like when it came to cracking safes… it was a downfall of hers like a sickness that each and every safe she encountered needed to be cracked. Ben knew it would be best to get his wife out of here, while he still had the chance.

“How about you two stay for lunch?” Daniel said with a smile. “On the house.” He motioned for Ben and Evie to exit his offices.

“It’s the least we can do since we’re going to drag you across that ring on Sunday.” Charlotte offered with a sinister smile.

Os couldn’t help himself as he let a chuckle leave his lips, taking the group a little off guard. As they all looked towards him, he just quietly shrugged his shoulders before he lead the pack back down the stair towards the restaurant area of the casino. As Evie and Ben walked off hand in hand, she gently placed her head on his shoulder.

“I love it when people get their dreams and capabilities mixed up.” She said towards him with a smile. ‘If anyone’s getting dragged, it’s her.” The competitive spirit was alive and well in Evie.  

Ben just looked down towards his wife and he pressed his lips onto her forehead.

“Let em’ have their dreams Eves.” He offered with a wink. “We’ll crush them at Climax Control.” With a discreet pat on his wife’s behind he chuckled to himself.

As the two were led off they stayed pretty well stuck together. Since their marriage was finally out in the open, they didn’t see much point in hiding their affection for one another anymore. There was no more hiding, no more games, no more cat and mouse they could finally hold hands and not have the whole world questioning their motives. Evie didn’t have to worry about the “he was out of her league taunts” and the other onslaught of comments she used to receive because she was finally able to show the world what was hers.

Ben wasn’t the over the top public displays of affection type of guy, but he knew when a good time to hold his wife’s hand was and right now she was surrounded by black jack tables and slot machines and he knew her fever would be running at an all-time high. As they took a seat at a round table, all six of them ordered a round of drinks followed by their meals. It was strange for the competition to hang out just days away from a big event, but it was what it was. Both teams had drawn the short straw and now they would have to lace up their boots and head into the six-sided ring together on Sunday night and stare down the reality that one of the teams was going to walk out with two points, while the other would be left with one.

As the round of drinks was brought over to the table by a smiling Danielle Weston, they all went to take a sip but Mackenzie’s voice was enough to stop them.

“Here’s to us…” She raised her glass. “And may the better team win on Sunday.” She followed up with a cheeky smirk.

“Watch it, you keep glaring at me like that and you won’t make it to Sunday night.” Evie purred back.

“Try me.” Kenzie said and she cracked her neck from side to side.

“You’re cute when you think you have free range.” Evie barked back as she looked at Kenzie before she looked towards Daniel. “Yet we all know you’re at the very end of a short chain.”

Evie raised her glass and the group brought their drinks together for a cheers. In a different circumstance this exchange of words might have been seen as disrespectful but from the smile on all of their faces they knew it was just some harmless banter. As the group continued to chat away, Evie had sunken herself into Ben’s side not letting him go as her hand was placed firmly on his thigh. While Ben had his right arm draped over Evie’s shoulders, keeping her as close to him as possible.  As London Underground exchanged some back and forth amongst themselves over the sight if a police officer walking into their casino, to meet up with Dani to walk her out after her shift had finished. It gave the husband and wife team a minute to catch up and make plans about the rest of their week.  

“After lunch we can go straight home to Maine.” Evie said with a smile as she knew he felt more at ease at the lake house.

Ben just shook his head from side to side. “How about we spend some time in New York.” A regretful but sincere smile was on his face. “I hear there’s a colourful duck on display in central park.” He backed up with a chuckle.

“But you hate New York.” She couldn’t hide that she was a little excited to go back there.

It was the birth place of many of their happy memories, Ben just hated it because it reminded him of his business life that had been put on ice while he balanced, Sin City Wrestling and his health.

“But I love you.” Staring directly into her eyes as he spoke.

Evie just smiled wildly as she looked up into her husband’s eyes before they were brought back into the fold of the conversation at the table. She didn’t have to say anything back because he just knew she felt the same way too.

##

This Sunday the Sin City Wrestling fans are in for a real treat when they witness London Underground stand across from Ben and his wife Evie Jordan. In a battle for the next point in the mixed tag team championship tournament. I’d like to say this is going to be an easy match, but its evident there will be no clear cut predicted winner.

Just two teams who are friends outside the ring, finally getting the chance go to go toe to toe with one another. On one side you have the masters of the tag team division and on the other side you have what the viewers are calling the ones to watch. Will Ben and Evie have what it takes to win that all important second point and will they be able to move forward in their quest to take on Team Eggplant in the finals at Inception III?

If you ask Evie, she will tell you that she and her husband have this one in the bag. You see she knows that Ben has what it takes inside the six-sided ring to put both Daniel and Osbourne on notice. She knows that he is good enough to put them away and his side of the tag team is well and truly covered. Ben was once the front runner of the tag team division, he knows his way in and out of the ring and that is why to London Underground, he’ll be unmeasurable threat.

Evie also knows that when it comes from students of the Steven’s gym that the others that followed her footsteps aren’t as good as her, meaning that Mackenzie and Charlotte will suffer the same fate. They will step up, they will give it their all, but Evie will do everything and anything in her power to make sure her and her husband move on to the next round. After all, they had been practising their new tag in tag out move for days now, it would be a shame to see it go to waste.

So, this Sunday it will be a state of unfortunate events for London Underground as they have the rug pulled out from under them… leaving Ben and Evie Jordan to reign supreme and be one step closer to the finals at Inception III. There will no hard feelings outside the ring, but I assure you as close as Evie is to Kenzie and Charley that won’t stop her from ripping them part. After all it is the nature of the beast.

And let it be known after Sunday that the Sin City Wrestling mixed tag team division will be put on notice. The Jordan’s are coming, and they won’t stop until they get their hands on the prestigious mixed tag team championships.

 After Climax Control;

Normally this would be the time where Evie Baang and Ben Jordan hit one of the local pubs or clubs with their fellow Sin City Wrestling co-workers, in bid to celebrate the success of another Climax Control. Yet, this week was different, this week Ben wasn’t rushing off to any bars or clubs, he wasn’t sending out his weekly tweet of “Pub?” no this week he was dressed to the nines in a custom tailor black suit, with a navy under shirt and a black tie. While his wife Evie, was dressed in a floor length navy silk cowlick style dress, her hair was wrapped up in a bun that sat proudly at the top of her hair. Only a few strands were free and flowing around her face. it had been a minute since the two of them could spend time alone, with the constant bickering lately, Ben’s treatment, the Halloween party and Climax Control they hadn’t had a moment to stop and appreciate each other. It was showing, although not to anyone that was around them it was more showing to each other. Even with their wild morning of trashing their kitchen in Maine they still hadn’t actually spoken to each other, like one on one, like husband and wife.

That brings them here tonight to Tarbell’s, an upscale bar and restaurant that was known to serve all the American favourites pairing them with imported wines and beers. The place was normally packed with people filling the dining space, laughter pouring from the building but tonight was different, it was more secluded and isolated with only a few tables being worked. The lights were dimmed, yet candles lit the room as the sweet scent of vanilla drifted in the cool air. It was a by invitation only night, that Ben was lucky enough to secure a golden ticket to the evening. It was so the owners could launch some of their new menu items and get the feedback they required to see if their latest chef’s inventions were good enough to be placed on the menu full time.

Ben and Evie had been seated by one of the large floor length windows, so they could over see the city lights, while they dined. Yet, Truth be told Evie couldn’t keep her eyes off her husband. It had been a minute since they could just be the two of them, without having the cut the tension in the air with a knife. It was refreshing, relaxing and finally she felt at home once more. Ben just smiled across the table at her, his right hand coming up and across it as he asked for hers. Evie didn’t waste a single second, letting her finger intertwine with his as the looked across the table at one another. The table was small, meaning there wasn’t a huge gap between them, allowing them to talk to one another softly without the fear of anyone over hearing their conversation, because the lord only knows what those two waffled on about.

“I’ve missed this.” Evie wasn’t shy to admit it either, yet she could feel her cheeks rush with red after she spoke.

Ben just coyly smiled at his wife, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand as his blue eyes locked with her green ones.

“I know.” A cheeky smirk crawled across his face before he quickly backed it up. “I’ve missed this too.” He winked, after all Ben was a smart man to know not to be too cheeky with his wife, in a room surrounded with weapons.

The two didn’t say another word for a moment, just letting it all sink in. Their life had been a whirlwind lately and regardless of how much Ben craved for a quiet simple life, it just wasn’t happening at the moment. The two had been booked back to back, if it wasn’t for Sin City Wrestling, it was for other avenues they turned to for work. The business world was screaming for Ben to make a comeback into, but he refused to step foot back into that stress bubble until he was healthy enough to deal with it. While Evie, even though the spy business had died down and she was finally free to be a woman of leisure, she couldn’t help herself in wanting to expand her brand.

The two watched as the waiter filled up their glasses with a white wine, Evie couldn’t help but smirk at the look of disappointment on Ben’s face. Wine wasn’t his cup of tea, yet tonight while they were serving their new menu items, he had no control over the alcohol that that accompanied the many small dishes they were about to devour. Their hands finally let go, as Evie wrapped her slender fingers around the steam of her wine glass, before she tilted it towards her husbands.

“Don’t be so miserable.” Her thick Australian accent rolled out. “You’ll get a fosters before the night is out.” She shuttered at the thought of that, yet she knew it was what Ben wanted.

Across the table Ben was looking at the clear liquid in his glass, his shoulders deflating as he watched the bubbles rise to the top. “I hate this crap.” He just shook his head from side to side to back up his displeasure. “It’s like fancy overpriced soda water.”

Evie just laughed, she had to give it to him, he wasn’t wrong. Yet the two still clicked glasses in a cheers before they took their first sips. It wasn’t as bad as what Evie thought it was going to be a smooth taste of white grapes, with a slight undertone of peach. While, Ben just put the glass back down on the table, his tongue licking his lips not in feverish appetite, but as if he was trying to clear the taste from his palette.

Truth be told, Ben wanted to regift his invitation to this evenings event, but Evie had begged him to take up Tarbell’s offer and in true happy life, happy wife fashion Ben allowed Evie this pass. It wasn’t a tug of war in their household of who got the final say on things, but Ben knew something was pressing at the back of Evie’s mind and that’s why she was pleading for them to spend tonight alone, instead of in the company of the work-mates. It didn’t take long for Ben to distract himself from the god-awful wine, when he looked to see his wife smiling.

“What’s going on?” He questioned, as his right eyebrow arched. “Why such the big smile?” his blue eyes searched hers for answers.

“Am I not allowed to be happy?” Evie just lifted her glass to her lips before she took another sip of her wine.

Just a roll of the eyes followed as Ben rested his hands on the table in front of him. “You know what I mean.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t like it when Evie smiled, it just meant that she was up to something and that something normally cost him. Yet Evie just shrugged her slender shoulders, playing innocent to this interrogation.

“I have no idea, what you’re implying.” That hard to get smile was now gleaming on her face. “A girl can just be happy, to be with her husband, right?” her accent made that seem more sassy than it should have.

“Yeah… right.” Was all Ben could offer as he watched his wife move in her chair.

Evie had stood up in her spot, before she moved herself and her chair to sit at the end of the table, so now she was closer to her husband. Ben didn’t say a thing, as he just felt Evie’s right hand rest on the back of his neck, as she slowly started to rolled her thumb across his skin to massage the knots that were housed there. All the while Evie’s left hand rested on top of Ben’s hand that was on the table. Ben just looked across at Evie, giving her a side eye that only he could muster as he couldn’t tell what he was being buttered up for.

“So, tense.” She teased as she continued to rub her thumb over the knots in his neck.

Ben just held back a chuckle before he replied. “They pop up, now and again… when I can’t sweat bullets over what my wife might be up to.” His hand grabbed onto hers, gently before he gave it a little squeeze. Leaning forward, so his nose was practically pressed against hers, he whispered. “So, spill, your guts love.” He demanded with a smile.

Evie just continued to roll her thumb over his neck. “I need to go back to Russia.” She had quietly, just above a whisper.

As soon as her intentions were known, Ben managed to shrug her hand off the back of his neck. His cool smile had dropped into a harden glare. “Why?” Was all he could get out.

It was such a strange request for Evie to want to go back to the place that had haunted her for so long, but she had come prepared as she reached across the table to grab her black IPhone. It didn’t take long for her to punch in his passcode, before she brought up some pictures and videos. She rested the phone down on the table, before she huddled into her husband so that no other eyes could see the footage of what was happening.

“So, I think I have a sister.” Her tone was dripping with poison at that thought.

Ben’s eyes just watched the footage, before his eyes he couldn’t doubt what he was seeing the woman looked exactly like Evie. And while she was at “work” she moved exactly like his wife as well. Evie just let the last video roll over, before Ben cringed in his seat as he watched the woman on the phone execute her crime with such passion and ease, it made him feel nauseous.

Turning to look at his wife, he sighed. “Fuck me.” Shaking his head from side to side he quickly followed that statement up. “Where did you get this from?” it was an important question.

“Calista.” Evie was honest when she answered because she knew this is what their relationship was based on.

Evie had always been open and honest with Ben when it came to her past, she wasn’t going to start trying to cover it up now. As the video came to the end, Evie quickly locked her phone screen so that lingering eyes couldn’t spot what was on there.

“What if this is a set up to get you back over there?” Ben looked towards Evie his eyes couldn’t bare to look into hers, as he knew what this meant. “Last time you went to Russia, it cost me an awful lot of money to get you home.”

Evie was a little taken back by that statement as Ben rehashed the time that he had to pay for her ransom to free her.

“I mean it was pennies well spent.” He quickly defended himself. “I just meant, these people are dangerous Eves, they’ll do anything to get you back there.” His words stung with the truth as he looked up at his wife. His hand now clutching at hers.

“I’ll be in and out, they won’t even know I’m there.” She said trying to convince him to let her go. “I have to know if I have a sister out there somewhere.” Evie didn’t give much reason as to why. “I mean, she is clearly in need of some assistance?”

Not even Ben was buying what Evie was selling, he knew she had an ulterior motive for wanting to find her potential “sister” Leaning across the table Ben looked into his wife’s eyes looking for answers, but she wasn’t giving him anything.

Just a sigh left his lips, as he felt defeated. “Fine.” Another long pause followed. “You can go.” He watched as his wife’s eyes lit up, like a tree at Christmas. “But… I’m going with you.”

Evie almost choked on nothing once those words left his lips, “I’m going with you” those words stung in her chest. Russia was no place for Ben to be in, not the parts that she was going to be in anyways. It was too dangerous and one wrong move would be enough to potentially end them in prison or worse dead. Yet Evie could tell by the distressed look in her husband’s eyes that this wasn’t negotiable. He was coming with her, even if she liked it or not.

“Ben, I can’t let you...” Evie started to say before she was cut off.

“It’s not up for discussion, if your going back there… I’m coming with you.” His eyes locked on hers as he watched Evie shuffle in her seat.

“Okay… okay…” was all she could reply with. “Calista and I are just working on some more details, but we should be good to go in about two weeks.” She was giving him all the details she honestly knew at this point. “But, while were over there… you need to do as I say… or well.”

Evie was stopped in her tracks, as Ben placed his thumb over her blood red lips. “I know… I know… You have the lead Mrs Smith.” He said with a smirk.

“This isn’t a joke Ben.” Evie retorted as she couldn’t believe her husband was now being so placid about the idea.

Leaning forward he pressed his lips to her for a soft kiss, before he backed away to look into her eyes.

“I know, my love… but we can stress about it when we are there, can we not?” Ben watched as the waiter made his way over towards them with an assortment of foods. “Tonight, is about us, no stress… no outside distractions, just us… so please.” He didn’t need to say a single word for Evie to understand what he was requesting.

Evie just smiled, before she mouthed the words “Thank you” towards him before her lips were on his once more. She has zero regard for the waiter who was putting their meals on their table, as she wrapped her right hand around Ben’s tie, pulling him closer towards her. As he let the kiss deepen, his hand reached up to cup each side of her face, just holding her. Outside he was being cool and collected, but inside he was tearing himself apart, he didn’t wan anything to happen to his wife in Russia and that’s why he demanded he go with her. Yet Evie knew, that even behind his Mr and Mrs Smith joke, there was a little bit of fear behind it. As she let their embrace deepen, she hoped that for a moment in time he could read her body langue and know that she was letting him know that nothing was going to happen to him. She wouldn’t allow it.

##

High stakes; its as if the name of this cycles supercard was just chosen for Evie Baang. Well not chosen, as it’s a yearly event where Sin City Wrestling celebrates everything it has accomplished and honours the greats that have built this company from the ground up. It the night of nights, where new stars enter the Hall of Fame an where careers catapult into greatness. It’s that big night vibe that has each and every Sin City Wrestling superstar and bombshell, extra nervous, more on edge and more willing to put everything on the line, because High Stakes is the night of nights, the big show, the grandfather of them all that peaks just before the Christmas wind down. It’s the night where anything and anything can happen… the show many fans crave for all year long.

This year, the lead up to High Stakes hasn’t been a clear cut as Evie could have hoped. Sure, has had made her way through her competition as if they were standing still, but now she was staring down the barrel at her next opponent and the thought of whom it is, is enough to make her sick.  

Sam Marlowe.

Good girl Sam Marlowe. Ben’s best friend Sam Marlowe… the one and only Sam Marlowe… the same girl that has built the roulette division on her own, each and every time she had held the championship. The same girl who has carried the title over the period of 245 days. The girl who stands up and takes charge whenever she is in the building and people just fall into line behind her. That’s the woman Evie was facing at High Stakes and well, truth be told it wasn’t going to be easy.

This wasn’t going to be the usual walk in the park for the Australian Bombshell, because unlike all her other opponents, she harbours new feelings towards her challenger.  Yet the same could possibly be said for Sam Marlowe, as both women have never seen eye to eye… they have been forced into an off-balance friendship circle that forces them to be at least civil towards one another. It not easy for Evie to play nice, it’s not something that come second nature to her but there is one thing that can’t be ignored, a wild card if you will, her husband Ben Jordan. He is the only reason these two ladies share the same air at times and well at High Stakes, everything he has worked on, every bit of inner peace that he has been searching for could all be torn apart once Evie and Sam step into that six-sided ring to battle it out for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship.

It’s not going to be an easy fight, in no way imaginable, even with Evie’s mean streak there is one thing that could very well play as a weakness and that’s new-found remorse that has seen her lower her guard in attempts to come across more human. It’s not easy, trying to change your stripes and yet, once her personal life was made public she has done her best to come across, more worthy of Ben than she should have. It’s hard to be married to someone who is so well liked, when in reality… the world couldn’t care if you Evie was on fire, as they would just watch her burn.

The whole world is begging for the day they hear the announcement of Ben and Evie go their separate ways, it’s a given that that whole world was against them… Sam Marlowe was very much at the forefront of that parade at times. She didn’t have to say a single word, it was just a given by her actions and next Sunday night at High Stakes Sam was going to have her opening. Finally, she will get to step into the ring with Evie one more time and try and take what is wrapped around the Australian’s waist… it’s the perfect show, the perfect setting and the picture-perfect moment for Sammi to claim back her title. All while rubbing the salt in the wound that is this whole situation.

Only a fool wouldn’t think that Sami Marlowe was coming into this match with a point to prove. That she is the dominate woman when it comes to herself and Evie. This is her moment to beat her own chest and prove to the world that she has what it takes to topple the woman who many claim is the poison in Ben’s life. This is Sam’s moment to show the world that she is mistress of roulette, the champion of champions when it comes to the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship all she has to do is get past Evie Luna Baang.

Only time will tell who will have enough in their tanks to walk out of High Stakes with the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. Only time will tell who the top woman in the roulette scene will be, will it be the former Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion, or will it be the current?

50/50 odds an even split, it will all boil down to whom wants it more and who is willing to put hard feelings aside, so they can step into the ring and put on the show the Super Card deserves. If you ask me, this shouldn’t be about the connections to Jordan… it should be an opportunity that both women take in attempts to show the world that the Roulette Division isn’t the division to be slept on. It’s the division to strive to be in, it’s not the back and forth division that is the World Bombshell division. It’s the league that carries many women into 100-day title reigns and catapults their careers as they bust their arses week in and week out in unpredictable match types, juts to give these fans something to cheer for. This isn’t about who the top woman is in Ben’s life.

This isn’t about two women who barely like each other being stuck in a match both probably don’t want. It about them being woman enough to out aside their feelings and walking into High Stakes with one thing on their mind and that’s the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. Sam is desperate to win back what many believe is her championship, while Evie refuses to give up in the title that has slowly but surely started to define her whole wrestling career.

The roulette division is unpredictable, uncalculated and that right there plays into Evie’s hands with such ease. It’s almost graceful. It’s as if Evie had finally found the home she was looking for in Sin City Wrestling, as she is now on the platform that won’t judge but encourage her ruthless, sinister behaviour. She has found the fan base that crave for her violence, her evil ways and they applaud her for it. She had finally found the one thing she was looking for since returning to Sin City Wrestling and that was her place. Who knew that all it would take is a snot nose little brat like Brittany Williams, to rattle her cage to bring the demon that was sleeping dormmate inside Evie out to play. In a playground that was very much built for what she was made of.

Come High Stakes, it won’t matter what match spins up on the wheel because Evie’s plans remain the same. Regardless of whom she is facing, she is going to walk into High Stakes the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion and she is going to walk out the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion. It’s not because she doesn’t think Sammi isn’t good enough to reclaim her gold, it’s just Evie isn’t ready to let her title slip through her finger tips just right now. As for right now she is on top of the world, looking down and well, things are finally working in her favour and regardless of the heat that still arises when you say her name, she was still doing what she did best… that was getting under people’s skin and winning wrestling matches.

Her name still carried some weight, when it came to inciting drama, just look at Trinity Jones who Evie had all hot and bothered for no reason at all. Evie Baang was still that bitch, that had women reaching far to digs at her, who had women trying to play mind games with her… and yet not a bead of sweat gathered, not a single feather was ruffled because who was she to play into the hands of mindless sheep?

Right now, it was Evie’s time to show the world just exactly what she could do with the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship and she wasn’t going to let someone, like Sam Marlowe think that she could just win a fatal four-way and think that she was basically a shoo in. Next week at High Stakes, Sammi was going to learn that winning the fatal four-way was just the beginning of the climb and she was still miles away from reaching the summit. It all good and well to wish for your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship back, yet it was going to take more than just some late-night prayers to the lord above to think that you’re capable of beating Evie in that ring.

A place that fast become the Australian’s home a place that fast become somewhere she could wreak havoc and not have to worry about the fall out. Next Sunday at High Stakes will be very much the same, Evie will enter that ring and she will look across it and she won’t be seeing Ben’s best friend. She won’t be seeing the good girl Sammi Marlowe, she’ll be looking across at a meek little lamb who has lost her way… and well trust me when I say this… the hunger inside the wolf is very much alive.

And regardless of what Fenris believes, Evie will always be the original and best.

It’s time for the alpha to return to the pack and show the world that she will do anything… to keep the gold where it is, she’ll do anything to keep the gold at home and where is home you might ask? Well that’s wrapped around her waist… not Trinity Jones, not Mercedes Vargas… not even Samantha Marlowe’s…

There will be no fairy tale ending at High Stakes for Sam Marlowe, there will be no shining light. No beacon of hope, she will fall to the feet of Evie Baang and she will be shoved to the back of the line once more. The whole world will be forced to watch the fall of one of the greatest when it comes to Sam Marlowe, but they will almost get to stand back and marvel at the continuous rise of Evie Luna Baang. She can’t and won’t be stopped with comes to defending what is hers, after all she is just a few months away from the taste of history. Do you really think she is just going to let that go, without a fight?

With the sweet taste of history being made on the horizon, just months away… you’d be a fool to think that Evie was going to give up without a fight, just because who she had to stand across the ring at High Stakes. Sam will be a pillar, a trophy that Evie will hold high above her head when she beats her for the second time, last time it was to be crowned the Sin City Wrestling Blast from the Past Champion… this time it will be announced as AND STILL, your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Get ready to have your boos rain down upon your champion, because like fuel to the fire… you’ll just be driving her to do the best at what she does… and that’s beat your favourites.

Good luck at High Stakes Sammi Marlowe, because honestly, you’re going to need it.

##

The camera had stopped rolling from Ben’s promotional video at The Golden Ring Casino and the Roulette Champion had stepped outside to gather his thoughts and get some air. The casino wasn’t overly littered with smoke like others were, but still the Cockney King thought it would be best to get some fresh air into his lungs. After his words of wisdom to some of Sin City Wrestling’s notorious fans he needed a moment to gather his thoughts, as he had brought up a lot of his past, some of it good, some not so good. However, he knew he wasn’t alone as a set of hands snaked around his waist to hug onto him tightly.

“You okay?” Evie looked up at him, as she snaked herself into his side. Still holding on to him for dear life.

Ben just wrapped his arms around his wife, drawing her into him as close as he could as he looked down at her, a warm smile on his face.

“Never been better.” His words were truthful as his rested his chin on top of her head.

Evie’s left hand skated from around Ben’s side, to find is chest that she playfully patted. “You ready to go soon, we have a long flight a head of us.” She was referring to Russia, a though that hadn’t left either of their minds since Evie brought it up well over a week ago.

Ben just gave Evie a little squeeze to show her that he was ready before he placed his lips on to her forehead. “Let’s go be super spies.” He said sarcastically.

A sigh was all Evie could offer as she just shook her head from side to side. To be honest, she didn’t want him coming alone for the ride it was far to dangerous but what sort of husband would he be to left his wife run off in search of something that may or may not have been a myth? Either way they were both nervous and neither one of them wanted to admit it. Evie just unwrapped her arms from him, but her right hand didn’t stay free for long as her fingers intertwined with her husbands and he pulled her back from taking a few steps away.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Was all he could offer that brought a smile to his wife’s face.  

Evie bit back with a dose of sarcasm before she looked back at him. “I’ll do my best to keep you alive.” She followed that up with a wink.

As the two played it cool, Ben pulled his wife into his chest for a hug before his lips desperately found hers.  What they were about to do next, could be dangerous and he didn’t want anything left unsaid.

TBC…

 Strictly off camera;

Some say the first few years of marriage are the easiest, as the love bubble is very much still intact. Yet they also say these tender years can be the hardest as two people learn to adapt and make things work in a new relationship status. It was inevitable that good times would come with bad, you just had to pray that the good outweighed the weight of the bad. Evie had to get it to Ben, it wasn’t an easy task being married to someone like her… she was combustible, a fuse that at any given time could just tick, tick boom and yet he made being with her seem so effortless and easy. She knew she was hard work, she knew there was probably far more bad that outweighed the good that she brought to this world and to their marriage, but the Cockney King stuck by her.

Through thick and thin he was there ready to work things out with her or to help guide her through the next challenge that stepped up and entered her life. To be honest, Evie had it pretty good. She had a man that didn’t care about her past, just her future. A man that never judged her for her wrong doings, someone who was able to see past her crimes and know that deep down there was good within her. It took other’s years to find that in her, but to Ben it almost happened instantly upon their first encounter. She was convinced that this was still some sort of joke and one day she would wake up, to see him gone. I mean why else would someone so innocent and pure, stay with such a crippling, spiteful mess?

But still Ben would almost always ease her doubts, with endless shows of affection. They didn’t have to hide in the world anymore, they were free to be who they wanted to be and that in turn lead the world a glimpse of what Evie could truly be. A soft, carefree woman with no ill will against the world that had for years had been fighting against her. Yet with new light there was always a risk of being burnt and recently the UVs had been raining down at an all time high.

Evie had found herself lost between two worlds lately and it had been showing. In one light the fear of letting go of her past was enough to cripple her. To lose all power that she had held close to her heart for years wasn’t sitting well with her. She was a queen in her game, one that many in her field looked up to and admired, she wasn’t called the most wanted in her other life for no reason. Her name was spoken in whispers and yet the force of her title was enough to sound like a yell as it commanded others to sit up and pay attention. Anything a man could do in her spy life, Evie could do just as better. Yet everyone knew, if your name crossed her path, there was nothing you could do to stop the predictable ending. She was thorough, detailed and painstakingly good at being evil that it never crossed anyone minds that Evie could ever find herself on the outside, living the life she was breathing.

She was happy, at peace and willing to leave it all behind for one reason. Evie was in love. Although her body ached for the power she once held, she had replaced its absence with her connection with Ben Jordan. He gave her all the power she needed to feel at the top of her game, he gave her all she needed to feel at ease and yet to some people they confused her happiness for a weakness. They thought seeing her soften and smile, would lead to her demise. Yet they were foolish to think for a single second that she would let her guard down.

Her walls only shifted for one person and one person only and right now she was glaring across their kitchen towards him. Fury in her voice and eyes, because of a simple misunderstanding. “What is your problem?” She fired a look across the room towards Ben who was standing with his phone in hand.

“This… THIS is my problem.” Reaching out he held the phone up towards her face, showing Evie their back and forth on Twitter about her posting pictures of houses. “Is this not good enough for you?” His hands waved to his sides to demonstrate their house they were living in. “Get it together Eves, I didn’t drop my hard-earned money on this place, so you could get itchy feet or whatever is going on… to feel flighty enough to want to leave, not even a year in.” Ben was mad, which was rare for him but when he was around Evie his true colours did show.

Needless to say, if there wasn’t heated moments like this, there wasn’t any passion and right now things were getting a little fiery.

“Like I said, I wasn’t implying that we move… I just like houses.” Evie threw her hands up in the air before she slapped them back down to her side. She didn’t see what the big deal was, but somehow this had gotten under her husband’s skin. “You like football, that doesn’t mean I blast your arse over Twitter in football season about being a couch potato.” She was trying to hold her tongue from swearing, this didn’t need to blow out more than it already had. “So, don’t worry your hard-earned money, wasn’t wasted.” The sarcasm dripped from her tone more than it should have with that statement.

Ben just looked across at her, his nose bunching up as he looked her up and down. “Why the tone?” He was puzzled why her harsh Aussie accent made that last statement sound worse than it should have. “You know I work hard.” He was pleading his case as he ate up some of the distance between them as he took a few steps towards his wife.

“And I don’t… are you forgetting that WE… yes WE… put in together for this one?” Evie went to lift her right index finger, but she knew how much Ben hated when she pointed at him, so she quickly snapped it back and ran her fingers through her hair. A much-needed sigh of hot hair escaped before she spoke to him once more. “Fuck me, I post three pictures of houses and you lose your mind… yet when you post a house in Switzerland all is fine and dandy?” She shook her head from side to side trying to work out where this was coming from. “I don’t appreciate the fact that whatever I say lately, gets the fucking J2H treatment out of you.” Evie’s teeth snapped shut but it was too late, she had already said it.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Ben’s blue eyes were narrowed as he looked down at his wife, who had wisely stepped away from the kitchen counter.

Her green eyes rolled as she just barked back. “You’ve turned into a no man. I don’t get it.” Her hands flew up to highlight her point. “I ask for sheep, you say no. I post pictures of houses you say no. What gives? What happened to yes Jordan huh?” She was mocking him a little at his ability to be the yes man when it came to pleasing people.

“Why would you want sheep anyways? It doesn’t make sense.” Ben snapped back. “Since when did the big bad Evie, decide she likes little lambs? Chops maybe but not farm animals.” He was sassy when he was cranky and the way he moved didn’t help his case.  

He had a point, and he knew he did from the look on his wife’s face and by the way she crossed her arms in front of her chest.  Yet Ben also noticed how his wife bit down on her bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth. There was something else that had now entered her mind, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He quizzed her anyways, as Ben looked down at her trying to hide his own smirk that was starting to form.

Evie didn’t answer at first, she just made the final steps between them seem long and painful with her slow strides. Once she was in touching distance, she walked her right index and middle fingers up Ben’s chest before she balled her right fist together, grabbing hold of the cotton material of his shirt in the process. Her green eyes danced between his lips and his eyes, before she parted her lightly glossed lips to speak. “You know, sometimes I think you forget that you say no to someone… who could hurt you at least eighteen different ways with a pencil.” She was using his words against him.

A smug laugh escaped his lips, before her lowered his head towards her wanting his lips to be on hers. Ben didn’t like fighting with Evie, it wasn’t in his nature to be this way especially when it came to his wife. Yet sometimes it was a necessary evil, to help the two grow in their relationship. He placed his phone down on the kitchen bench before he slipped his hands around her waist, resting his open palms on her bare back as his hands slid up under her green crop top. His skin was on hers and soon his lips, had made their way down to crush against hers. It wasn’t soft, it wasn’t subtle as their eyes closed and they two made peace with a kiss. His hands crept down to her behind, before he scooped her up, sitting her up on the kitchen bench, exhaling deeply as Ben felt Evie wrap her toned legs around his waist. Evie’s hands now grabbed at the side of his face, before her right hand raked through his soft curls on the top of his head before she huskily but still not hurting him she pulled his head back. Ben’s eyes grew wide as he now looked up at his wife, as she smirked down at him.

“No… I don’t think so.” With a wink, she let his hair go before she wrapped her legs and slid off the kitchen bench.

Ben just watched as his wife adjusted her shirt, before she turned back around to face the window in their kitchen that overlooked the lake. He took his time before he approached her, wrapping his arms around her stomach, before he rested his head on her left shoulder.

“Later?” he questioned, hoping to get an answer he was looking for as he watched her reflection in the glass from the window in front of them.

Evie turned to look at him with a smirk on her face, before she dropped her bottom lip to form a frown.

“Yeah… Naaaaaah.” She turned on the balls of her feet, freeing herself from Ben’s hands.

Ben couldn’t help but see the playful glimmer in his wife’s eyes as she played him, like he had been playing her lately with the onslaught of “no’s” Evie took a few steps towards the back door, but Ben was quick to circle her cutting her off from walking outside.

His smirk was wild and toothy as he looked down at her. “You know you’ll lose this right?” He was banking on the fact that Evie was needy when it came to him and that she probably couldn’t go as long without it as he could. “I’d put money on it.” His gambling ways always had to show themselves at times like these.

Evie just smiled up at him, her body ached for him, but she had to teach him a lesson. “I’ve got one hundred k, that says otherwise.” A simple wink is all she offered him before she clicked her tongue off her pearly white teeth. “You’ll come crawling, begging for it… trust me.” Reaching out she rested her hand on his chest. “You can’t stand being angry… you can’t stand being uncomfortable… and well… you’ll learn the hard way, why you shouldn’t openly say no to me.” Her hand slid down his chest to his undercarriage that she gave a little squeeze before she backed off. “Now if you’ll excuse me… I’ve got a dog to take down to see his turtles… I’d invite you… but nah.” Looking over her shoulder towards him, Evie tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder.

Ben was a sucker for Evie when she was being mysterious and right now she was giving him serious Jessica Rabbit vibes, it was enough to leave him speechless. He watched as Evie made her way towards the back door, purposely swaying her hips when she walked in hopes his attention would shift to her behind.

“I…” He started to trail off with words, but stopped as he saw Evie just shake her head no.

Turning back to look at him, with big puppy dog like eyes and puffy pouty lips she frowned. “Nope.” Evie took her leave, before she headed towards the lake with Bear by her side. She couldn’t help but feel her husband watching her from the kitchen window. Looking down at her fur baby, Evie noticed that Bear was looking behind him, sulking if you will as his father wasn’t joining them. “No, not today Bear… Dad’s been a bad boy and needs a time out.” As Evie spoke, Bear just turned his head and focused on the lake before him all of a sudden excited for the turtle encounters.

Leaving Ben to stew inside over Evie’s new-found sassiness.

##  

So here we go again, just days away from defending her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship… Evie finds herself stuck facing the mother in law of the Bombshell she dethroned to win the title. It’s classic Sin City Wrestling circle that gets replayed at times. When you don’t face the daughter, you get the mother, then the mother in law. Yet, the result will stay the same with Evie Luna Baang / Jordan walking away from Arizona with her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship still around her waist.

You could pretty much bank on it.

You see Seleana isn’t someone to be sneezed at, but let’s face it her sole focus is on Crystal / Christina leaving herself open for endless defenceless opportunities. I mean you can’t blame the girl for loving who she loves but did it ever cripple her career when it came to Sin City Wrestling, it just goes to show not all of those who are lucky in love can find the work, life, love balance. Trust me it doesn’t come easy but once you find how it clicks anything is possible.

Just sadly this Sunday night Seleana won’t get to bask in the glory of capturing her first singles title in Sin City Wrestling, once again she will try and pry the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship from Evie’s hands only to end up like each and every other time before hand… on the back burner… straight back to the end of the line. It’s not that she isn’t good, it’s just Evie prides herself on being that little bit better.

It won’t matter what Seleana has to say, because talk is cheap when you’re facing Evie and what matters is how you react and let’s be real Seleana didn’t have what it takes the first time round to defeat the Aussie Bombshell, what gave her any lick of a chance this time round?

Evie was focused on holding her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship for as long as possible, the thought of this factor pissing off a number of people backstage was enough to keep that goal alive. You see people don’t want to see her shine, they hate the fact that she walked back into Sin City Wrestling and took the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship with ease. It burns at people knowing that Evie has that power, to lock on to something she wants and to take it just as quickly. They also hate the fact that she is the girl with everything, she has the title, she has the fear from her peers and she has the man. It’s not every day people come out on top, but Evie makes it seem effortless.

Painless and easy is what this match up this weekend will be against Seleana, because truth be told she doesn’t exactly look like the type of girl who could handle being in the roulette scene. She’s a pretty model type, who doesn’t look like she knows what it means to get her hands dirty. How would Seleana be able to keep up with the random unforgiving matches that the wheel of roulette throws her way? She wouldn’t be able to. It would be too much for her to carry. A burden, she could lift or meet even if she attempted to. Seleana is the type of girl who would be begging week in a week out for an easy ride and why wouldn’t she? She skated into Sin City Wrestling on the coat tails of her wife… the reality of hard work is a foreign concept to her.

So, if you were to ask Evie if she believes that she has anything to worry about when it comes to going toe to toe with Seleana, she would probably just laugh in your face. They only way on god’s green earth that Seleana will be walking away from Climax Control with the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship is if by some fucked up reason the wheel spins up a beauty pageant showdown… because believe me when I say this… Seleana isn’t ready to step into Evie’s domain she isn’t ready to come face to face with her in this unpredictable environment because unlike the rest of the bombshell’s working on the fly is what Evie is known best for. Working under pressure is what she excels at.  

Evie doesn’t need a plan when it comes to facing Seleana, because in her mind this match is already won. Seleana will be too focused on the background noise that is her wife, that she will be too blind to see the opportunity that is front of her. Leaving her sightless and by the end of the night, title less because when it all boils down to it… ever Mrs Crystal isn’t going to have what it takes to step up and reach for the stars… she’ll just be knocked on her arse and be a beckon to the rest of the Sin City Wrestling bombshells.

Evie isn’t here to play games, when she signed that contract at Violent Conduct, she made a promise to herself and to the company that she would be here until this time next year and if you think for one moment she is going to do this journey alone? You have another thing coming… she’s going to walk on this path, up turn the roster and make everyone accountable for their actions. You shouldn’t have doubted her when times were rough, you shouldn’t have called her washed up and retired when she was just taking a moment to catch her breathe… and now because of people and their stupidity, Evie is going to talk through this roster… picking her opponents off one by one… just for the fun of it… and when it’s all said and done… her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship won’t be going anywhere…

Not now, not for a while…

So, see you on Sunday Seleana, where the whole world will witness just how unfocused you really are. Let’s pray you leave the angel wings at home this weekend, because the lord knows Evie will pluck the feathers out one by one from your back just to prove to you, that you’re not worthy.  

 To say that the voices inside her head were playing her again, was an understatement. They had been floating in like drips and drabs, controlling her to the point where she found herself shutting off from even the two people that meant most to her in this world. Her best friend Calista and her Husband Ben Jordan, oblivious to the pain that she was hiding. Why would she bother them? Calista was wrapped up in an engagement bubble, while Ben was suffering at the hands of treatment it wasn’t a good time to be telling him, the outcome of her chance. Evie had one single chance of one day becoming a mother, through her own body and sadly, she had to watch that small, baby, speck of dust blow away before her very eyes.

There was nothing the doctors could do, even with the brilliance of modern medicine, she would be an empty vessel when it came to becoming a mother. Yet, to be honest she wasn’t completely sure if this was what she really wanted. Yet, she felt as if all the cards had been removed from the table and Evie wasn’t ready or done to give up playing. Her indecisiveness about her future and what she wanted to become, was almost crippling as she couldn’t focus, she couldn’t make a single decision to save herself lately and it was killing her.

And people wanted to know, why she hadn’t been around lately. First of all, she was dragged back into this world, as she was happy to stay home and play house wife. Yet, the thrill of beating Brittany Williams and taking her Bombshell Roulette Championship was too real and too delicious for her appetite to pass on. It was her curse, Evie loved a challenge and she had given Brittany her all and regardless of what others might say she didn’t drop down the food chain. Evie just has nothing left to prove, in her mind… she has done everything she has ever wanted in this business.

In addition, if you were at ask Evie about her time in Sin City Wrestling, she would probably have to agree with the critics, her time had come and gone and now here she was standing as the prestigious Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion and even that couldn’t shake the shadow of doubt off her career focus. So blinded, by hate that she couldn’t even see what or where this reign could take her, as her mind was convinced it was time to let it all go.

Since her days of being a hitman, excuse me, hit-woman were behind her, her days of being a loyal servant were done as she no longer was a spy. Evie was lost at trying to find ways to stop her mind from racing. It was constantly in hunt of something to ease her mind, bringing her to peace. To be honest she had peace, every time she was with Ben she was calm and collected but the moments he was gone, for business or work Evie had found herself spiralling out of control. The past few days her lips had found the rim of a whiskey bottle more than she could dream to admit, as she searched for something anything to stop the ticking that was constantly running in her mind, like a stupid wall clock.

Evie was a junkie, with not an addiction to drugs or alcohol but to the rush, the adrenaline that pumps through your veins when you just knew you were up to no good. She had lived that way since she could first remember and now the turn in to a quieter lifestyle was good for her, yet at times testing as she had no clue to what she was doing. One thing is for sure, she was in love there was no doubt about it that. Ben Jordan was the one and only person keeping her breathing, the only person that kept her sane, the only person who kept her grounded. Yet, she wasn’t sure exactly sure how to be the picture-perfect house wife. Evie wasn’t sure on what was to come next and the lack of control was hindering her.

For years, she was the captain of her own missions and right now she was sailing a course no one ever thought would happen. Although she had been married for years, they had always had their own things to fall back on that kept them busy and amused. However, the moment Evie’s extra life drew to a close she was feeling a little off balance. The thought of children, radiating her mind. She couldn’t tell if this was baby fever brought on from Odette and Melody Grace but all she could tell is that it was so unlike her to even be thinking this way. The dream or light didn’t last for long, as the flame was surely burnt out before it even attempted to glow. Her chance, her one golden opportunity had gone belly up and now Evie was left without a distraction.

They say women, without focus are wild and well is that something the universe could afford right now? An off the rails Evie Luna Jordan? She was a handful when she was driven, what kind of monster could she turn into without having any direction? Without having something to look forward to?

Now everyone was expecting her to face Amy Marshall at Into the Void, with nothing but conviction on her mind. They were expecting her to retrain her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship and in the long run, ruin Amy’s night and put a spring in Christian Underwood’s step as he got his way with Joshua Acquin. She has the chance to humiliate two people with one stone and yet, she struggled to find the motivation to even concern herself with the outcome. Sure, Evie thought Joshua was a mug, for sticking his nose into something that didn’t concern him, but the drive to make him become whatever Christian wanted him to become wasn’t enough to spur anything out of her. Let’s be honest this match, regardless of the outcome wasn’t for her… it was so Amy could become a hero… or so Christian could become a pain in the arse for Acquin.

Evie was just a puppet… now all she had to do was dance.

##

Sunday night 11:35pm

Climax Control was done and dusted, and all of the Superstars and bombshell had moved on from the arena. Most had gone out on the town in California to celebrate a job well done, while other back tracked home. Ben Jordan like always had offered his friends a quick drink at the local pub / bar, while of course keeping to his promise and staying strictly on the sodas until he was granted a clean bill of health. Evie on the other hand, couldn’t find it within herself to hang around people at this point of time, so she had informed her husband she would be off doing her own thing but all he had to do was call and she would meet him at the airport, so they could fly back to Maine.

Ben respected his wife’s wishes, he knew she wasn’t the type that played well with others, especially when she was in the mood she was in. Well he could tell that she needed a moment to press pause and think about stuff before she made a cold hard decision on her future. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy this life, it wasn’t that she didn’t love Sin City Wrestling it was just, Evie thought it was time for the show to go on without her. Yet, there was something still keeping her attached and in the business. It wasn’t just her husband’s contract or his unwillingness to let go of his career. Evie just felt the need to stick around. She didn’t even care that she wasn’t at the top of the roster as others continuously pointed out. It wasn’t about that, she had already proven that she was one of the best in this company she didn’t need to repeat it.

Let’s be honest, if she wanted the top spot all she would need to do is reach out and take it. People could and should consider themselves lucky that the World Bombshell Championship wasn’t her main focus right now and the health of her husband was consuming her. Yet, let it be known that some people in this business can’t see past their own reflections to know that other people exist at times. However, everyone has a mouth in this sport and don’t they just love to run it about, issues that have nothing… absolutely nothing to do with them. If only people worried about their own careers and not the positions of others.

Needless to say, Ben had headed out with some of the SCW superstars to hit up a bar, while Evie had found herself alone. It wasn’t something she was ashamed of, in fact she liked the peace and quiet in her life. She had taken their hire car, to the local lookout and parked the car at the very top, before she made the rest of the way on foot. Looking down over the city seeing all the bright lights and busy streets. Evie didn’t know what exactly was bothering her right now, all she knew is that this was enough to settle her nerves. She was a dangerous woman when she was focused, only the lord knew how sinister she could be when she was slightly rocked and right now the ocean was bumpy.

As her mind raced a million miles, matching the cars that sped on the road below her Evie was trapped in thought. What did she have to do around here, just to get some peace? What did she have to do around here for people to stop poking the bear? All she wanted was to work, when her contract called for it and not have to worry about people doubting her commitment to this game. She was committed, Evie showed up when she was called and every match since her return she had put her heart and soul into it. Yet to some that still wasn’t good enough.

The thought had crossed her mind to sign back to Sin City Wrestling full time, to give them the Bombshell Roulette Champion that they were screaming out for. It was just the thought of being restrained when she had just fought for her freedom wasn’t something she wanted to ink on to paper, not just yet anyways. Nevertheless, she was running out of time, to make up her mind and well she was running out of options that might have been the reason for her to hold back. Her life as a spy was over, her life a criminal was on ice and the potential dream of becoming a mother was falling off the side of the cliff. Crashing and burning out of her control.

Closing her eyes Evie took in a deep breath as she dug her hands in the pouch like pockets off her army green hoodie that she was wearing. Slowly yet hatefully she pulled out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. She hated herself when she got to this point that the only thing that could calm her was to stick the butt of a cancer stick in between her lips, suck and then blow. Yet, here she was standing on top of the world, smoke in hand. She proceeded to pull a slender white cigarette from the box, lifting it to her lips before she flicked the wheel on the lighter. Within a matter of seconds, she was drawing back on the cigarette, while her hands slipped the box and the lighter back into her pouch. As she drags on the smoke, she pulled her hand away from her mouth letting a long exhale out, watching the grey cloud ooze from her mouth. Her eyes closing as she thought about how Ben hated this, how he would smell this on her later and it would no doubt lead him to question what was going on with her. In spite of that, Evie couldn’t stop herself, she felt like her body demanded it, like her mind was crying out for a release.

Then, as if it was on cue as she went to take her second drag Evie felt her back pocket vibrate and as she pulled her phone out to see who was calling her, the name Ben Jordan flashed up.

Evie was busted, without even being caught.

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After the brief call Evie had finished her cigarette, headed to the airport and return the hire car. Clearing security with ease, she walked along the tarmac heading towards her husband’s private plane. Ben was already there as he was eagerly waiting for his bride at the top of the stairs. Evie knew the next few steps were going to be hardest and she figured the smell of smoke was lingering. Then again, she never bothered to hide it, one thing about these two, regardless of how odd of a couple they seemed they had no secrets and told no lies. As Evie made her way up the stairs, she stopped on the top one, now standing beside her husband who was smiling from ear to ear. She had to admit, that goofy happy look he got on his face every time he saw her was enough to crush her as he simply held her heart in the palm of his hands. He was her everything and in spite of her actions at times he knew it. Reaching out he pulled her into his firm chest, pressing her up against him as he wrapped his long strong arms around her back. Ben hated being away from her and he knew that she wasn’t herself, he knew she could snap within a blink of an eye, but he also knew that surely a Skelton from her past could and probably would show up and If he wasn’t there to defend her? That thought alone was enough to cripple him.

As Ben rested his chin on the top of Evie’s head, he took an inhale not creepy like, as he was just breathing and that’s well the smell of cigarettes caught him off guard. Pulling away from the hug, his hands slid from her back onto her arms as he held her at a short distance. Looking into her eyes as he questioned her.

“I thought we gave up that bad habit?”

As if it was a team effort he questioned her. Ben didn’t seem as mad as what Evie thought he would be, it more concern as Evie only used to light up after she had executed a hit. It was her way of silencing her nerves. It wasn’t that Ben was upset about the smoking it was more about what had lead her towards it.

“I’m just a modern-day disappointment darlin’, do try and keep up.”

She was sassing him, and Ben didn’t know why. His teeth clenched together as he huffed before he walked into the plane. Evie was a few steps behind him, as she watched him take a seat, his hands slapping the leather beside him as he asked her to join him. Evie didn’t want to fight, so she did what was asked and within seconds of her body sitting beside his, Ben’s accent was heard.

“I really don’t feel like playing games love, what’s going on?”

Her green eyes fell into his crystal clear blue ones, as he looked her up and down searching for answers. His right hand fell on to her leg as she squeezed her for answers. Evie didn’t know what she had done to deserve him, but right now if she told him what was on her mind, she wasn’t sure if that would hinder of help the current situation. Nevertheless, she had never lied to him so why should she start? The Aussie took in a massive breath, before she exhaled deeply causing her to cough. She couldn’t help but see the side of Ben’s lip turn up as if that was karma coming back for a visit, making Evie regret her earlier activity. However, the smile didn’t last for long and nor did the silence.

“I’m really glad you’re sitting down for this. You know that small chance?”

Evie watched as Ben nodded, so she knew he understood what she was implying to.

“Thirty percent turned to zero, just like that.”

She clicked her fingers, startling Ben as his focus was pulled away from Evie as she spoke. Ben didn’t even have to ask a question as Evie could tell by the look on his face he was asking her “why and how?”

“Turns out, the bastard doctor, really knew what he was doing.”

Ben watched as his wife’s hands balled up into little fists as she was taken back down memory lane to when she was only nineteen and was forced into her second line of work. Evie felt her jaw clench almost to the point of soldering together as she couldn’t push the anger out of her system. Her green eyes watched as Ben softened, before he tucked her into his side. His right hand came up and lifted her head up towards his.

“It doesn’t change anything Eves.”

Ben was referring to an earlier conversation the two had years ago, when she told him she couldn’t have his children. Evie wanted to believe him, she truly did but there was that little voice inside her that kept raising the doubts. She pulled her head back, as she stood up from the chair, her arms slapping to her side and within a blink it wasn’t a quiet conversation as Evie couldn’t help but question him.

“And what about when picture perfect Sammi has a baby one day? What about when Jamie adopts one day? What happens when Drake becomes a father? Are you going to be saying the same thing? It doesn’t change a thing? I know you say that you’re happy regardless but like… you’re great with kids… small children flock to you… you’re a natural… I can’t give you that. I would love to, even though I would be a terrible mother, you would be a fantastic father.”

Before she could continue her rampage, Ben was on his feet and his hands were on the side of Evie’s face as he tried to calm her down. It didn’t take long as she seemed to fizzle as she sunk back into his touch.

“Like I keep saying Evie Luna Jordan… it doesn’t change anything. I’ve said that since day one, if it’s just you, me and bear that’s all I care about.”

Evie rolled her eyes before she coughed.

“Oh and that thing you call a pet.”

Ben shuttered in his skin as he purposely forgot about Evie’s slithery pet snake, he hated that thing but hey if Evie was happy that was one less struggle on his mind. Evie looked up at him, not sure what to think or believe but she was willing to get it a chance as she just pressed herself into him. Forcing his hands around her for a hug. Ben only pulled away, so he could look her in the eye and finally end all of her doubts.

“I love you, way too much to ever let you go, especially over something we don’t even know if we want.”

He had a point, Ben had always said no to children while Evie didn’t have an option, yet the baby buzz had been circling around them lately, so it was almost instinctive for Evie’s mind to wonder. With two of her closest friends, just giving birth, it was an option that was put out before her but that had once again been taken away. She couldn’t tell if she was relieved or upset right now, to be honest she hadn’t had much time to think about it. Looking up at Ben, Evie just slumped, her body loosening up from the tension that had built as she stood on her tippy toes, to press her lips against his. Ben fell into place as he held her, ducking his head down so they were able to exchange their kiss without worrying about anything else in the world right now. As their lips briefly parted, Evie’s Aussie accent was heard.

“I still haven’t worked out if you’re blind, or this is one big dare…”

Ben just smiled back as he pressed his lips against her again gently, before parting to speak.

“Neither.”

He winked, as Evie’s hand came up to the side of his face, her finger tips caressing his cheeks as she kept her focus on his lips.

“You legit, could have anyone in the world… and you picked me?”

He didn’t need to speak as he just nodded his head, as if to agree with her.

“I love you.”

It took a while, but she got there as she smiled, although it wasn’t on her face for long as Ben over took her lips with his for a kiss. The rest of their night, well I’m sure you can imagine.

##

Amy Marshall V Evie Baang for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. To say this match could end up as a blood bath is an understatement. Two women desensitized to pain stepping up to face each other. Toe to Toe… face to face and all for two prizes. The Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship and the fate of Joshua Acquin.

What could I say? It doesn’t get any more personal than this. The career of a friend balances in the hands of dear Amy Marshall and how things go down on Sunday night will be the clincher of the deal that Joshua cut with Christian Underwood. To say the weight of the world was riding on Amy’s shoulders was a great underestimation of the cold hard facts and yet, I truly don’t believe that Amy has grasped just how important this match really is.

No one has.

They under carded it, because what is a match without build up or motivation? It’s a warm up from the rest of them, yet I don’t think people had put two and two together yet. This has the makings to become one of the greatest matches in the history of the Bombshell Roulette Championship history and why? Because you have two maniacs two fiends for pain standing across the six-sided ring from one another. Just as blood thirsty as each other, both as crazy as each other, both willing to do whatever is crucial to survive… the dynamic duo with no fear, just guts… no safe words, just power and no remorse for how they can and will cripple the other.

When it all boils down to it, it doesn’t matter that Amy is fighting for Joshua… what matters is that she won’t stop at anything until she gets her hands on the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship and well to be fair, Evie will do whatever she needs to do to keep her hands on the prize. Even if that means ripping apart one of her husband’s dearest friends.

That won’t protect you, that won’t save you and it sure as hell won’t bring you any closer to capturing the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship.

Let that be a lesson to you Amy, there will be no free pass, there will be no get out of jail free card… when you step inside the ring with Evie Baang next Sunday night… one thing will remain the same… the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship isn’t going anywhere. It has found a home upon the shoulder of the resident Australian and if you think for a single second that your Joshua problem will be enough to motivate you to be your greatest… it won’t.

It simply won’t. There is no amount of drive in this world that could even get you somewhat ready to face Evie Baang especially in her current state of mind. You see she’s angry, volatile if you will… that sick and sadistic balance between cold, yet calculated, yet merciless… don’t even think for a single second her impulsiveness is a weakness… because she will use that to chew you up and spit you out. Your chances of walking out of Violent Conduct as the newly crowned Bombshell Roulette Champion are narrow and when you’re pinned to that canvas next Sunday… you won’t only have yourself that you have disappointed, you will have your dearest Joshua…

The weight of the world might feel like it’s on your shoulders, my love… and yet yours and Joshua’s world really rest in the palms of Evie’s hands.

Gear up Amy and make sure you’re ready because we all know Evie will be, ready to show the world once again… why the roulette division, is now on fucking notice.

 It had been a rough last two days for Evie Baang with everything from her past coming to a screaming halt. It was all over with, completed and finished, she was now living in with the happy ending she had always wanted. However, there was one last blistering sore that was left, oozing away… she was still heartless, cold and missing the very fibre of her humanity. Sure, Evie wasn’t exactly the nicest of girls at the best of times but, lately she had become apocalyptic. A ticking time bomb just waiting to detonate at any time. The type of woman, you wouldn’t want to stick on a boat filled with hundreds of screaming Sin City Wrestling fans. Yet, here she was once again on voyage on the open ocean for Sin City Wrestling’s Summer XXXTreme. Just days away from what could be her last match in her career, she didn’t have time to waste to start her training, because the lord knows she had neglected it up until this point.

There was still a few days away from her big return match up where she would face off against Crystal Hilton’s flesh and blood, Brittany Williams for the prestigious Bombshell Roulette Championship. Nevertheless, she didn’t have a single second to stop and get prepared for that match up right now as her attention had shifted to the looming elephant that was in the room. That was the stony look her friend Calista was sending her way as they hid away in one of the rooms that no one in the Sin City Wrestling Universe would be bragging about. Evie had found herself, tied up to a chair in the bottom dwellings of the boat in the hot sticky underbelly of the beast that was next door to the engine control room. The Aussie was surrounded by four walls, that weren’t the picture of luxury in fact they were the reflection of wrong doing. She was in the cell, that most boats have to house any unruly passengers.

Evie’s feet were drawn together by a large black zip tie, while her hands were wrenched behind her back, zipped tied together as well. She was perched in the centre of the room, looking up and over to her best friend. Sweat was already pouring down her body, even though she hadn’t been in this room for long. It was that hot, sticky and uncomfortable that the temperature even had her wiggling in her seat trying to find some comfort.

“Why are we here?”

Was all Evie could mutter as she glared up towards her blonde friend, her teeth clenched together as she flopped back into the chair, so her long black hair could swing off her back. Giving her some relief from the tropical heat she was being exposed to. It was all part of the plan as Calista needed Evie’s body to sweat out any of the remaining venom / toxin that was circulating her body.

“You know exactly why we’re here.”

Calista stared firmly across the cell at her friend, she had one job left in the three stages of freedom. Stages one and two were complete and now she was staring down, what could potentially be the hardest of the whole journey. She had to bring her friend back to the land of the living, well in her case the land of feelings. Trapped inside this hostile body, was the remains of her friend that Calista knew felt things like love, compassion and forgiveness. It was her job to bring her back and a few hours in the sweaty cell, should be enough to rid Evie’s body of the toxin that was injected daily of the course of three weeks to get her to this point of no humanity.

“I don’t want to go back to being the old Evie, she’s boring… pathetic… weak…”

Evie’s white teeth were gritted together after she finished groaning, she tossed her head from side to side as she tried to pull her hands free from the restraints, but Calista had made sure, they were past the point of being loosened. If Evie wanted to be set free from the plastic that was holding her hands together, she was going to have to be cut. The more Evie struggled with the ties, the more she tightened them, burning the plastic into her skin she howled as the pain of plastic slicing skin stung her with the fury of a thousand bees. The now open wound was being meet with the tingle of sweat seeping into it, causing another factor of discomfort for the bold Aussie. As she struggled to free herself, Evie’s green eyes glared into Calista’s blue ones and that’s when things stared to go downhill.

“When I get free, I’m going to enjoy hurting you.”

Instead of becoming nicer, the longer Evie stayed in this room the worse she became as every chance Calista took to try and make Evie’s subconscious submit to her hypnosis to pull her friend back, failed. It was going to be a long night and Calista didn’t really know what or where to turn to next. As time ticked by the two went back and forth with words, Calista reminding Evie of all the good in this world, all of the fun times they had had and what she meant to her was just falling on deaf ears. That’s when she knew she had to turn to the one thing that could possibly change everything within a blink of an eye.

Calista left Evie alone in the cell in the bottom of the boat, before she returned to the main cabinet of the cruise ship. She was in search of the one thing that could turn all of this heartache and misery into an awful but soon to be forgotten memory. As she made a mad dash for the room that her and Evie would be sharing on this ship. Calista made quick work on sliding her key into the lock and opening the cabin door. As the blonde Aussie ruffled through her things she, was desperate to find the one thing she was holding onto all hope for that would work instantly in pulling her friend back from the darkness. As she tossed all her luggage out on her bed, the thing she was looking for rolled to the side and that’s when all hope that was lost was once again found. Grabbing onto the small cylinder Calista clenched it into her chest before she turned on her heels and made a mad dash back out of her cabin, slamming the door behind her. Just as she was about to take back off towards Evie, that’s when she heard an old familiar voice call out behind her.

“Calista?!”

As she heard her name and stopped dead in her tracks before she sheepishly turned around to greet the man with a faint smile. Calista didn’t have time for this sort of distraction and right now, she was pretty lost for words when it came to the man that was standing before her. Before Calista could reply, his voice was radiating in her ears once more as he spoke.

“Where is she?”

She sighed, Calista knew that he knew something was up. He and she was foolish to think otherwise, Calista just dropped her head to look at the floor before she huffed. Evie was going to kill her, if she told him where she was or what was going on after all, Evie had done this partly because of him. Nonetheless, Calista couldn’t lie especially when it came to him. Even know they didn’t know each other very well, when it came to Evie he was pretty well skilled and knowledgeable of what she was up to. Even if the details were miniature he still had the abilities to piece them all together. Calista looked back up at him, her blues eyes meeting his before she spoke.

“Just come with me, you’ll see.”

She sounded defeated and tired after all she had been basically sleepless for the past two days and now she was looking at her third if she couldn’t pull Evie out of this state. Calista didn’t wait for him to answer, she just spun on her heels and made the long journey back down towards the cell on the ship, with the man in tow. Calista knew this was going to go two ways. One Evie was going to crawl back deeper into her shell, making it harder for Calista to bring her back or two, this was going to be the ray of hope that Calista was praying for.

It was a long silent walk as the two made their way down the underbelly of the ship, before they made it back to the cell that Evie was being held in. Evie had managed to fall asleep her neck kinked to the side, she seemed peaceful, carefree and like her normal self. Yet while she was asleep, but her body told a different story. As Calista pointed the man over the cell door, he made his way in quietly and slowly before his blue eyes scanned over her body. He was cataloguing ever single new scratch, cut, graze and bruise after all her body had been his wonderland for so long, he knew it like the back of his palm. He took a knee in front of her, looking up at her face, seeing the darkest rings he had ever seen around her eyes, the toll of not sleeping for almost a week was blaringly obvious. He noticed, her unwashed, unmanageable hair as if Evie hadn’t seen to it in days. It was odd to him, Evie wasn’t your typical girly girl but if there was one thing he knew about her, is that her hair was probably her most important accessory. Her face was make up free, so it was bare, exposed letting him see her dry, puffy swollen lips. Reaching out with his left hand he went to lift her chin, so he could scan over her face some more, but his hand was knocked away by Calista. Turning back to look at her, he seemed shocked by her actions, but Calista just shook her head from side to side.

“Let her sleep.”

Calista said just above a whisper, before he made his way back up to his feet. Backing up so his back was pressed against the cell wall he looked across the room, his eyes refusing to remove from his love. Not even Calista’s sigh could pull him away from what he was looking at, as her soft polite Australian accent sounded to break the silence between them.

“I guess you want an explanation?”

He didn’t need to say a word, as his head just shifted slightly up and down as he nodded. If he was going to be dragged down here to witness what he was witnessing, he thought for sure the explanation ought to be a good one. Calista could tell that he was confused, mad, upset and from the stiffness in his body he was probably calculating all the ways he needed to get revenge on some body for the state that Evie was in now. However, there was no need as she was finally free. Calista didn’t waste a single moment as she started to speak. Like most good stories she started from the very top making sure she didn’t miss a single detail about their road to where they are now. The man didn’t move, he didn’t ask a single question as he just listened on intently trying to figure out why Evie was in the predicament that she was in now. As the two continued to watch the helpless woman who was strapped into the chair in front of them.

Calista couldn’t help but feel like this was a bonding moment for herself and him, even if that did sound crazy. She had been in Evie’s life for so long, yet both of their lifestyle choices kept Calista and this man away from each other. Sure, they had seen each other and met each other before but they hadn’t really spent any time together and well now oddly, they were going to be spending as much time as it needed to bring Evie back to the light. The last time she was like this, it took months for Calista to bring her back, but this time was different as she only had five days and right now the time was being eaten up by Evie’s resistance of wanting to change.

Because Evie knew that once things returned back to normal she was would have feel things that she was so desperate to shut out. Then again, once Evie opened her eyes and awoke from this slumber she was going to come face to face with the one thing she was trying desperately to let go and forget. Childish as it may sound, she was heartbroken and the cause of it was now standing right in front of her and he was begging her to open her eyes. The more Calista took him through the last three weeks of their lives, the more he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of betrayal, anger, yet remorseful and a little responsible.

As time kept ticking by for them, time was repeating itself for Evie.

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At the very beginning of Evie’s story in Sin City Wrestling, she had opened up her life to you all as she stood in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. He had her arms raised at nine and three while, her fingers gripped on to two custom handguns. Behind her was a tall man, who had a gun planted into the back of her skull while, to the side of him was her best friend Calista, who was being held against her will by a large greasy guy. If you could remember to that time, you would have known that time was at a standstill. Frozen in abyss as Evie started to talk you through her story. Well this wasn’t just her beginning of her journey into Sin City Wrestling, this was also a story about her end. Spoiler alert, she doesn’t die… but let’s rehash how she was able to free herself from this drama and get herself onto that cruise ship. I always told you that I would break down the dimensions of time and show you the future in a past promotional and now we are all one step away from seeing how this all ends.

As Evie slept in front of Calista and her Mundo, this was the reality that she was reliving. This was the story that Calista was retelling, and Evie’s Mundo was learning for the very first time.

For the past four weeks Evie had moved to Romania, a country she didn’t know very well but neither did her previous family. Giving both sides, even playing ground. She had managed to cut her list down to just five more names on her list, until she was free. Free from the world she had spent years trying to run away from. It wasn’t going to be easy, but she was willing to give it a try.

The day before this moment started off like any other, both Evie and Calista having limited sleep the night before as they put together the final pieces of their plan. Their actions from the nightclub two weeks before was loud enough in the right circles to cause a ripple in lineage to have the remaining members of their unofficial family to arrive into Romania. Calista had the power to watch each of the last five remaining “brothers” make their way into the city after all it wasn’t hard to notice new footprints in a place that was basically considered abandoned.

The girls had hashed out where the family was staying as they tracked the movements of five souls, moving in and out a central location at all hours of the day and night. It wasn’t the most ideal place for them to set up shop, but Evie knew her, and Calista had no other choice. The warehouse was near the docks, surrounded by waste filled undrinkable water, if anything they had an advantage of no boats, remotely even able to float through the trash that clogged the waterways. That meant there was no easy escape for them, there was no easy way out. However, it also meant one thing, there was only one way that Evie was going to get her freedom and that was through the very door that she was about to walk in through.

Evie had spent the hours leading up to this night in silence, not uttering a single word to Calista as she got dressed and ready for what could be her very last night on this earth. Though this fearful reality was staring her in the face Evie didn’t even seem the flinch as she took one last look at her phone, narrowing her eyes at the wallpaper that was glowing on her lock screen. A picture that used to bring her so much joy was now, leaving her blank. She knew deep down, there was still love there but right now she had to swallow any hints of it, so she could focus on the task at hand. Freeing herself and Calista from a life, they never should have lived. In the pit of her stomach Evie knew this was all her fault for getting Calista tied up in this mess and right now she was just a few hours away from ending it.

All of the blood, sweat and tears they had shared over the past few years was finally going to mean something again as the sweet taste of freedom was looming. They both had their doubts, but neither of them uttered a word of them to each other, both pretending to be strong for one another. They worked well as a team, they worked even better when they were on the same page and right now even though they were in two very different positions mentally and emotionally they both seemed to be navigating the same ideas and strategies. The silence didn’t last forever, as once again Evie would be leaving this house alone, leaving Calista behind to deal with any IT issues that could present themselves. Evie made her way past Calista, who made sure that even though Evie was being cold and unlike herself she stole a hug. Calista felt the weight of Evie shift in her hands as she reluctantly sunk into the hug, before she swiftly turned on her heels and made her dash towards the door. With the violent thud of the door slamming shut behind her, Evie was gone into the respite of night. Calista swallowed hard because she knew that Evie leaving meant one thing, the plan had begun. She quickly placed her headset on and reluctantly went to work.

Evie headed towards the woods that surrounded her home and she disappeared into the night. Nevertheless, it’s a common factor in life that no matter how hard you try and plan everything to a T. Things will undoubtedly change, throwing a spanner in the works. Evie had already factored in a few plan B’s but never in her life, did she think for single second that one of her plans involved Calista being taken. It was so far removed from the back of her mind, that when it happened something inside of her just clicked. Leading us to where she was right now, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

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The lead up to this next moment was very boring, hence why I skipped over it. Let’s just say Evie ran through the forest for a few miles before she made her way towards the abandoned warehouse. The communication in her ear, was lost as she struggled to hear anything but a loud ear-piercing ringing. Evie thought she had the element of surprise as she managed to take down two unknown men that guarded the door. She knew her father would have introduced new faces to the fold, making them unrecognizable to Evie and Calista, she wasn’t that idiotic to think otherwise. However, her problem wasn’t with them it was with the people who were shacked up in the comfort of inside the building. There was only one way in, and right now Evie wasn’t knocking as she entered the front and only door.

It didn’t take long for her to come into contact with Pablo, who in another frame of mind she might have thought twice about doing what she did but there was something new happening in this plan that was now controlling her emotions. While Evie had tracked her way through the forest, they had watched her leave and made moves on a plan of their own. Their plan was to grab Calista and bring her down, to come face to face with Evie upon her arrival. As Evie tossed Pablo to the side, like throwing trash into a bin, her senses perked as she heard the unforgettable sounds of Calista screaming. It was blood curdling, a shriek that was enough to put shivers down your spine as they proceeded to ragdoll Calista out in the middle of the warehouse. Throwing her between three of the men as if she was a toy.

Evie needed to be careful, because whatever stupid or reckless move she pulled next would undoubtedly be connected to Calista’s wellbeing. As Evie approached the middle of the building she stepped out of the dark and into the light to come face to face with those who were left in her family. Well three of the final five. From the corner of her eye, she watched in the reflection of the windows a man step out onto the mezzanine level of the warehouse he had knife in hand. Evie just snarled as she turned her back on what was happening before her and within a single sweep, she fired. That’s how Stevie on a stick was born, and that’s how she was now in the position she was. Mr Fucking Dead has Calista wrapped up in his arms as she was screaming for freedom. While Evie held her arms up at nine and three, her weapons locked and loaded on Charles and Gavin. As she took a few steps back that’s when she felt the cold surrounds of a barrel of a gun press into the back of her skull. Her green eyes shifted from her left, to her right before they looked dead straight in front of her. Evie knew exactly who had come to play the game.

“Such a mess Poppy.”

It was her father, finally all of the remaining members of the lineage where in one room. Or where they? You see if you had been paying attention, you would know there was one man missing… Elijah… the love of Calista’s life and did you think for one second, he was going to miss this? I told you there was always a plan B. You see while things looked pretty intense for Calista and Evie. In an unseen turn of an events, things were looking kind of rosy for them as well. While Evie’s father thought he had control over the whole room, he started to spruik.

“All my hard work, all of my years of dedication and you thought you of all people could ruin this? I have to hand it to you my little Poppy… you made quite a dent on the old family album.”

It was weird hearing her father praise her, in what he thought would be one of the last moments of her life. However, as he continued to talk, he had missed seeing the motions that were happening around him. Elijah had managed to sneak into the warehouse, making a bee-line for the shadows, dashing up the right-hand side of the building slowly, quietly, like a moth he fluttered towards his light. His Calista. It didn’t take long for him to make it to the back of the warehouse, where he was able to settle in waiting for his moment.

“All my life, I worked on this… and you… you had to spoil it. You had ruin it… we gave you everything… I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING… and this is how you repay me?”

Evie’s father was shouting in her ear now, sending a chill down her spine as he spat towards her. The pistol slammed into the back of her skull as he stayed behind her. Narrowing her green eyes, Evie released her teeth from the vice like grip they were holding.

“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF, HMM? ANY LAST WORDS BEFORE I DO TO YOU, WHAT I DID TO YOUR MOTHER.”

Evie closed her eyes for a second, she wasn’t close to her mum in life or death but the thought of her dying at the hands of her father was enough to make her sick. The young brunette just stood there, speechless even with all her planning she hadn’t thought of the final words she would speak to her father. As he commanded the room’s attention, Evie’s arms slightly waved from the stress of being held up for so long. Her father could see that she was slipping and, in her moment to shine, she was starting to fade.

“What’s the matter Poppy, you don’t have it in you?”

Evie gritted her teeth as she lowered her head for a second, she needed a moment in time to think about things because right now she was backed up into a corner and everything was riding on what she did or said next. To be honest she wasn’t the brightest at times, especially when it came to backing down from a fight, particularly if she was out numbered, out moved and outwitted but one thing was for sure, she refused to step down and let her father control her.

“Why don’t you face me and tell me how you really feel, father?”

Her voice was poisonous, as it dripped from her lips. Evie was just as cold and calculated as her father it was one of the many things that actually scared her. It would be too easy for Evie to turn out exactly like him, within a blink of an eye she could have it all. A company, a family, minions to do her work. The millions, the priceless stashes of art around the world. The cars, the fame in certain circles. Evie could have her fingers in all the pies, she could have the strong hold that her father had created in Russia all those years ago, that had now leaked into many pockets around the world. Her Father was a feared man, not many would be dumb enough to command his audience, but Evie was his flesh and blood and even though he had the numbers to end everything within a single blink he decided to play along. Evie felt his gun move from the back of her head, before she heard the sound of his shoes click against the cold concrete flooring. As he swiftly made his way, around to face her.

“Are you happy now, Poppy? Did you want to look into these eyes one last time, before I end it all? You could have had your freedom, you could have had it all… your life, your love, your friend… but you’re foolish, so fucking foolish… you had to come running back and for what? Revenge? How did that turn out for you Evie? How did this play out in your mind? Because surely you didn’t want it to end like this? Your eyes locked on mine staring into your reality… and your reality is this… you could never amount to anything that I created for you. I own you… how did you think you could destroy something, you don’t even understand?”

Evie watched as her father lowered himself to look her dead in the eyes, before his dry lips parted and the next line of his story leaked out of his lips.

“I thought I raised you better than this? What a disgrace, what a pitiful disgusting mistake I made, ever putting my faith in you.”

Her eyes were burning as all she wanted to do was cry, not because she was upset but because she was angry. The taste of rust filled her mouth as she had gritted her teeth so hard, she had bitten her tongue, cutting into the flesh of one of her greatest weapons. Evie separated her teeth, before she smirked up towards her father, her arms still pointed out to her side. Looking past her father, she could see movement behind her and with in three seconds there was a shift of power.

“Fuck you.”

One, two, three and click. Gavin and Charles had dropped to the floor, while the echoing of a loud bang filled the warehouse. While the sound of bones cracking pinched at her ear drums. Evie could see in the reflection that Mr Fucking Dead was in fact now just a pile on the floor while Elijah cradled Calista in his arms. Evie moved her right hand in front of her face, her gun pointing directly in between her father’s eyes. Yet he had mirrored her actions and now it was just like the movies, a stand off to see who would be the first to pull the trigger. Evie took her eyes off her father for a second, to peer back at Calista and Elijah, nodding for them to leave. Calista protested but Elijah did what he was previously instructed to do and dragged his blonde bride from the warehouse leaving Evie standing alone in the middle of the abandoned structure.

“So, the wolf, ends up facing the lamb.”

Evie’s father boasted towards his daughter, not flinching even though the last of his family had just crumbled in front of his very eyes. It didn’t bother him, because in his mind he had still won, and everything was going his way regardless. He was man of fear and power, a dangerous combination yet he failed to se that this time round he wasn’t standing above his daughter. He wasn’t in the overall power position because finally they were neck and neck. Racing towards the finish line, in a desperately battle to be the last woman / man standing. As he smiled smugly towards his flesh and blood he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Are you afraid Poppy? Afraid that if you pull the trigger you’ll have no one? You’ll have nothing left in your meaningless life? You’ll have no one to look up to? We could have ruled the world, kid. We could have had it all but no… you had to see the good, you had to be good, you had to think you could be better than what you are… how did that turn out for you?”

His words were cutting her, like no knife could ever. He was just as bitter and malicious as she was when it came to verbally ripping up someone. Evie just let his words sink in, needing them to replay in her mind over and over, before she made a commitment in her mind that this was over with.

“Just buying some time, dad. Just letting this all sink in, because once it’s said and done… you’ll know for just a split second that I outsmarted you and in that single moment, you’ll hate yourself, more than I have ever hated you. It’s poetic really, you created me… you made me who you wanted me to be, you manipulated me my whole life… yet I still mourned you, when you faked your own death and why? Because you got itchy feet when you knew I was just moments away from tracking you down. You want to talk about fear? Fuck you… you want to talk about fear? You hid from me, you FUCKING HID FROM ME… The big bad wolf, hiding from, the what did you call me? the lamb… I’ve never been the lamb, you fucking moron… because I never needed to hide.”

Evie laughed evilly as she looked at her father, the two still mirroring each other in this standoff. No one budging, no one blinking in fear that the other would take advantage of that moment of weakness. Evie’s cackle echoed in the shed, before she continued to speak to her father.

“You underestimated me, you cowardly fuck… and now… now… you’re going to find out what it’s like to be the fucking lamb. You never lead this family, you just barked and we all fell into place because we had our trust in a false god like stigma of who you were. You’re not fearless, you’re not the almighty… you’re weak, pathetic and gutless… so fucking gutless you had to hide from your own flesh and blood. You want to talk about me, letting you down? It turns out I learnt from the master.”

Evie took a step up towards him, not giving him a second to process what she was saying as she wanted to prove her dominance. She watched him through her green eyes as he shifted his head, his lip twitching as he went to speak but Evie wouldn’t let him have another moment. She was done letting him have his time in the sun.

“If you’re waiting for a fucking goodbye, you’ll be waiting…”

For a lifetime... she didn’t finish her sentence, because before she stopped talking he fell to the floor and the echo surrounded the building once more. Evie had done the unthinkable and right now everything was silent. The only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat, thumping in her chest. So, there you have it, there is the ending to the story that’s how Evie freed herself from her past and look at that, I didn’t break any rules by telling this story because you didn’t actually see anyone die. I mean did they die? Or did a number of people just happen to trip over? However, the moment to celebrate wasn’t exactly how she pictured it, Evie wasn’t overcome by the feeling of release in fact the darkness off agony overcame her body.

Dropping to her knees, she dropped her guns to her side before her head fell into her hands. All of those years of torture, pain, being misled, the hurt from mourning both of her parents now was harpooning her body in ways she never knew were possible. As Evie sat there on her knees, no tears left her eyes, no words escaped her lips she was impassive, uncertain but she was crippled. Not knowing what to do next, she remained there until a blur rushed towards her. It was Elijah and Calista who had heard the last fire and had come down to see who was the last one standing. As they rushed towards Evie, they scooped her up, dragging her away from what she had just done. There was no fear of being caught, as the clean up crew were already on route. However, Evie’s eyes stayed locked on the one thing she had left that was her blood family.

Still she shed no tears, although now her lips parted and out came her voice as she started uncontrollably screaming. Evie didn’t know what she was feeling, she didn’t know if she was happy, angry or sad but all she knew was that right now she was in pain a pain like no other and there was no tribal remedy or toxin or poison that could stop what was flowing through her veins. This was ripping her apart and right now, she couldn’t put her finger on the reason why. She just knew that freedom had a price and she had just paid for it immensely.

##

That scream carried on into real life as Evie woke up to the sound of her own voice echoing in the cell that was housed in the bottom of the ship. Her scream was enough to wake the two who were in her cell waiting for her to wake back up. As she had woken herself up in a freight she was manically trying to free herself from the zip ties, as she trashed around in her chair. Evie hadn’t made light of the situation, she hadn’t put two and two together that she was back in the land of the awake and living and wasn’t still stuck reliving the past forty-eight hours in her mind. Fearfully she looked up spotting Calista at first and her scream ended, before the sound of the steal chair slapping against the floor was the only noise that was heard.

“Calista.”

Was all she could say as her blonde friend made her way over towards her, she had a knife in hand and as she approached her Calista cut the zip ties from around her feet first, before she shifted to her hands. Evie was finally free and the first thing she did was move to her feet, Calista took a step back unsure of what Evie would be greeting her. It didn’t take long to find out which side of her was back as Evie just wrapped her arms around her friend and held her, she ducked her head into Calista’s neck before she started to sob.

“I’m, so, so… sorry.”

She was sobbing in between her words, Calista had never seen her like this. Quickly comforting her friend, she held onto her, rocking her back and forth in her arms as she was grateful to have her friend back to her old self.

“Don’t be silly, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Evie just pulled back from Calista to look her dead in the eyes, before she spoke softly.

“But they took you, they hurt you.”

Evie’s green eyes scanned Calista’s petite body up and down as she looked for any signs if injury, she could only see a few bruises, but those marks alone would haunt her. Evie never meant to put Calista in harms way but once again because of her, she was wearing the scars of their past. Calista just reassured her friend by pressing her lips gently on her forehead kissing her softly. Before she gave her arm a slight squeeze.

“I’m fine, you did good… it’s over and that’s all I could ever ask for… and well maybe a shower and some sleep.”

Calista nervously laughed as she looked at Evie, who had managed to come to her senses a little more before she looked at the massive black bags under her best friends eyes. Evie reached down and grabbed a hold of her hand.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Just as she said that her eyes shifted from Calista towards the man that was also standing in the cell. She hadn’t noticed him until now, because she was so focused on Calista. The blonde just gently squeezed her best friends hand before she smiled at her, pulling her in for a hug but also so she could whisper into her ear.

“Be nice, he’s been here for hours… I’m going to go get a shower and catch some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning Evie…”

Calista didn’t wait to hear from her friend, as she just spun on the balls of her feet and made her exit from the cell. Evie watched as Calista walked past the man, handing him the cylinder as she moved past him. As they both watched her walk away, he was quick to turn his attention back to Evie. However, as he turned back to talk to her. He felt her hands on his chest as she shoved him. The intent behind the shove wasn’t a really nice one, but since Evie was struggling to stay awake at this point of time and had lack of energy it didn’t really rock him. Once again, her teeth were gritted as she was furious to see him standing before her.

“You… You… You…”

Was all she could say, she wanted to say a million things, but nothing was coming to the tip of her tongue for her to lash out towards him. Evie just shook her head from side to side, before she went to take off. Side stepping him she headed for the exit, but he stepped in front of her cutting him off. Reaching out, his hands fell onto the top of her shoulders as he forcefully but gently turned her attention back to him.

“Let me explain.”

Evie wiggled her shoulders free, shoving him a little again it wasn’t hurting him but, in her mind, he was getting tossed around. The worst thing is when she looked up at him and into his eyes, she could see him smiling.

“This is funny, you hurting me is funny?”

Before she could finish her sentence / rampage or before he could fight back with words of his own, she has pushed him once more. His hands came up as he had to admit he probably deserved a little shove for his actions. But as Evie tried to shove past him, she tripped into his arms and without a second thought her lips were on his. In an interesting turn of events and in all her efforts to be mad at him, she couldn’t and right now her actions were polar opposite to what they just were. His hands wrapped around her back, pulling her into him, as his lips parted letting their kiss deepen. He let Evie control the tempo and the temperament of their embrace not wanting to take advantage of what she had just overcome, or what she was doing. He felt her right-hand wrap around the neck of his shirt as she pulled him into her, eager for more before Evie pushed his back up against the cell wall. Their lips parted for a moment, but just so Evie could speak to him in Spanish a sneaky nod of her hat back to her mothers heritage.

“Mi Mundo.”

She was breathless as she planted her lips back to his, as her right arm dragged at his shirt some more, forcefully pulling his head down to hers. After all he towered over her with their height difference. Evie’s left hand ran through his slightly naturally curly hair, as she needed him to be closer to her. It had been weeks since their last encounter, and the distance had been rough on her in more ways than one. He could tell what she was after and knew in the back of his mind, that they should probably talk about a lot of things first, but he couldn’t deny that this felt good. His hands snaked down her back, as he lifted her up off her feet, letting her legs wrap around his waist he shuffled in his spot before he broke the kiss to gasp for air.

He wasn’t allowed much freedom, as their lips locked on one another’s almost instantly, he knew what he needed to do and as he planted one foot in front of the other, he carefully, yet careless made his way out of the cell and back up to his room. It was a long, bumpy unforgiving journey of the two as they proceeded to knock into things, while navigating the odd people that were up at three am in the morning enjoying the cruise. Yet finally the two didn’t care that they were out in the open, for anyone and everyone to see. As he finally found his room, fumbling as he slid his hotel room key into the receiver before pushing open the door and spilling inside his cabin. Their lips parted enough for him to finally gasp out.

“Eves.”

He wasn’t asking her a question, he was just delighted to finally be able to say her name in such light and well we all know there was only ever one person who could get away with giving Evie Luna Baang a nickname. There was only ever one person who was able to call her Eves and well. The light finally shifted on the mans face, to show Ben Jordan’s side profile as he was breathlessly captivated in Evie, who was just as lost in their embrace. The door was pushed shut by Ben’s foot leaving the two to reconnect in only the way two lovers could.

Via conversation of course.

##

The scene opens up on the balcony of the boat, at the stern of the boat. Evie had watched people for days stand here and re-enact the titanic but let’s be honest that was never going to happen from her. The day was coming to an end and countless Sin City Wrestling fans had made their way out to the deck to watch the sunset, as the beautiful colours of the sun setting danced on the blue water leaving many of the speechless. However, a group of Sin City Wrestling fans had gathered up at the stern to witness, one of the many promotional that would be created on the cruise liner this week.

There stood Evie Baang, her long black hair was styled perfectly, while her body was held onto tightly by a frame hugging red dress. She was dressed up to the nines, in what would be a beautiful night to come. She turned her back to the fans to over look the water before her harsh thick Australian accent was heard.

“We are just days away from Summer XXXTreme and all has fallen silent when it comes to my main competition Brittany Williams. The one who promised the world that she would show everyone that she has what it takes to kill the legend that is Evie Baang and yet… since I signed my match contract all the hype on Twitter has stopped. All the bashing of my name has come to an end… did you get side-tracked my little princess? Did you forget that you asked for this match and yet, now you sit upon your throne holding on to the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship quivering?”

Evie turned around to look into the sea of people that had gathered, who were filming her, snapping up photos while listening to her every word. Her green eyes narrowed as she looked into the crowd before she continued.

“Has the pressure managed to crack the coal, that screamed she would become a diamond?”

Evie just smirked her trademark smirk, her white teeth on display before she rolled her lips together pouting them. Of course, they were painted blood red, it really helped make the green of her eyes pop. It was unusual for Evie to have fans around her, yet when she looked into the crowd she could se a number of them were wearing her shirt. It was strange to her, but she didn’t let that knock her focus as she continued to speak towards Brittany Williams.

“Word of advice, don’t come at me, don’t disrespect my name, my legacy or my career for you to just gain fifteen minutes of fame. It’s not good for you health, it’s not good for your championship reign and once again… it’s not good for your cause. You promised to put my legacy to rest? Didn’t you tell everyone that as Climax Control one hundred and nine? Yet the only thing you seemed to be resting is your voice.”

Evie let out a little chuckle, before she pushed a long strand of her black brown hair behind her ear. It was curled effortlessly, yet she still managed to look her best. Her natural make up wasn’t overly hiding the puffy black circles that were still around her eyes, but it was doing its job enough to hid some other slight imperfections. Evie took her time before she continued as the sun continued to slip down the sky and set behind her.

“The very instrument that got you in this fucking mess, you talked up a big game little princess, you even dragged me out of “retirement” or how did you put it? You mad me pick up my ball and bring myself back to Sin City Wrestling and for what? You’re worthless sorry arse?”

The fans slightly gasped as Evie kicked up her promotional a bit, ignoring the fact there was children around her. She wasn’t going to change who she was and what she said, it wasn’t like her to do so. Evie just took a few moments to let her words sink in before she rolled her tongue off her teeth and continued.

“You said I should feel honoured that you even mentioned my name and that you’re giving me an opportunity at your Roulette Championship? That same Roulette Championship that will be coming home with me this Sunday? Don’t look to me for forgiveness when your plans of world domination crumble, don’t look at me to take this easy on you because you bit off more than you could chew. You dug this grave Brittany and now we are only days away from me pushing you into it and covering it. Mercedes joked that this would be your funeral, it’s just a shame no one would mourn your loss. Not even your backward mother. You’re the least of her concerns and that’s why she didn’t have the decency to warn you, about what it would be like to face me inside that six-sided ring. The one woman who should care for you has left you, abandoned you and tossed you to the side like a stray all because she’s getting trigger fingered by her new bride to be and is blinded by the glow of the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship. How does that make you feel Brittany? Knowing that your own mother didn’t even care about you enough to offer you hand, to guide you with support?”

That evil glimmer was in her eyes as she looked into the crowd of people that seemed to be growing as her promotional continued. For so long she felt like an outcast in this business, but it turns out when you go away even if it’s just for a little while people tend to miss you. Evie looked at each and everyone before her and smirked before she spoke once more.

“I bet it’s left you speechless.”

That sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips, as she let her words do what they do best and that was cut issues down as to how she saw them. Evie was known for her bitter banter so why should she go into her return match any different. She had her reputation for a reason and she wasn’t going to let some self entitled princess think she could rock her. Evie was oozing confidence and the fans were soaking it all up live and in the moment as the sharp tongued Australian continued to deliver her promotional in the last bit of light.

“So, little princess, I ask you what your plan of defence is? Because you rattled this cage and now, the beast you shouldn’t have stirred is in your backyard… days out from Summer XXXTreme. Will you put your money were your mouth is? Or when I bet you this Sunday night coming will you take a page out of your mother’s whore mouth and claim that you weren’t focused? Will you claim that you weren’t ready for this?”

Another chuckle left her moist lips as Evie started to settle into her promotional, it had been a while since she had done one after all but hey she was still doing what she could to make a name for herself. Evie turned back to see that the sun was almost at its end of day, to her that meant it was time for her to head towards her next appointment, but she had a few more minutes up her sleeve to spare.

“Your mother spoke a big game when she came at me as well, so I shouldn’t be surprised that you so effortlessly fell into her shadow. It sickens me knowing that you promised to put on the best match of your career and now I’m staring down the very real realisation that I’m going to get a little girl, who still plays with crowns indecisive attention. Nothing pisses me off more, than when someone’s begs for something, pleads for it only to back away once it comes into the light.”

Her eyes narrowed as she spoke, the cameras picking up her intense stare. Evie looked passed the fans, towards the swimming pools to see that this was streaming live over the screens that were in the play / pool area. There was no way, Brittany couldn’t hear what Evie was saying as it was all going to catch up with her.

“I told you on Twitter not to waste my fucking time and now, look what you have done.”

Evie shook her head from side to side disappointed in her opponent from Summer XXXTreme however that didn’t stop the Aussie from continuing her promotional. She knew she had a few more things she wanted to say before she wrapped this one up to head off for her special evening.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you on Sunday night, when I expose you for what you really are, a waste. Your bloodline won’t help you, because once you piss me off that spells the end for you and your absurd fairy-tale. You wanted the happy ever after, where you carry that title off into the sunset and you hold on to it forever… but let me remind you on Sunday night who you called out. Who you tried to out muscle and outplay… Mercedes idolises me for a fucking reason, Mikah tip toes around my name for a fucking reason and people from the likes of the veteran Roxi to the newbie Courtney don’t take me lightly for a fucking reason. I’m fucking dangerous, I’m hazardous for your health and wellbeing and when it comes to peoples title reigns, I’m crippling… I’m controlling and I’m fucking demanding.”

That trademark smile was on her face as she looked hungry for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, to be honest when this all started it was a bit of an after though of hers to be a champion again but since Brittany felt the need to disrespect her Evie thought that taking her title would be the best revenge.

“You wanted my attention well consider it done, you have all eyes on you… but little princess, this Sunday won’t be your day in the sun, this won’t be the start of your legend killer tour, which by the fucking way… is a blatant rip off MANY that have come before you. You won’t be snatching a win out of nowhere, I will put you through your fucking paces… I will drag you across that canvas, I will make you put in the work I will leave you empty, defeated, battered and bruised and once it’s all said and done you can claim that I only beat you because your heart wasn’t in it or because you weren’t focused, but everyone will fucking know the truth.”

Evie stared into the lens of the camera demanding it attention, as the sea of people around her waited on her next words. They needed to know the truth and Evie was going to give it to them.

“The blinding truth is, that neither you or your whore of a mother can’t beat me… your bloodline is fucking joke to me and I will show the world that you’re exactly like Crystal... practically the same girl, just bigger tits, and a fatter fucking arse. I see no difference.”

Evie didn’t hold back as she smirked, before she turned to look over her shoulder seeing that the sun had completely slipped off the sky leaving them into the night. She was now running out of time, before she would be late for her next activity for the evening.

“As for your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship, it will look nice held above my head once the bell tolls, it will look even better around this waist and well once I get it fumigated, polished and sprayed… it will look good sprawled across my bed, next to the Roulette Championship.”

Evie looked into the crowd, seeing Ben Jordan at the back of it she winked. Looking him up and down in that suit. His longish brown hair was tousled to onside, while his bright blue eyes stayed locked on her. He was proud of her, regardless of what anyone had to say. Even if he was the token good guy, she was his bad girl but together they just clicked. Ben winked back at her as the fans spun around to look at the interaction that was happening between the two of them, half seeming shocked and confused while another chunk seemingly a little disappointed. Evie licked her lips before she rolled her bottom one into her mouth before she continued.

“And you’re fucking kidding yourself if you think I’m going to just hand you your rematch, it’s about time someone makes these bitches fucking work.”

There was a slight roar from the crowd that took Evie a little off guard, but it didn’t knock her for six as she was still able to back up her statement with the beginning of the end of her promotional video for week two of the Summer XXXTreme countdown.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I think you’ve wasted enough of my precious time and right now… my attention needs to be elsewhere and trust me when I say this Brittany, I won’t waste another second thinking about you… not even in our match… your fate was signed the moment your uttered my name out of your lips. It’s time for you to stand up and realise that the reign is coming to an end, and soon you’ll have nothing to rule.”

That wicked smile was on her face proudly as she clicked her tongue off her white teeth before she brought this one to a close.

“Time is just ticking away, until it’s made official.”

Just a look of confidence and a wicked smile is what Evie ended her promotional on, before she stepped away from the stern of the ship and made her way through the crowd. She didn’t stop for pictures or autographs which people seemed a little pissed off about, however she didn’t care she had date to attend to. Once she moved through the sea of fans, Evie found herself standing beside Ben Jordan, her hand was quickly placed into his and the two walked off hand in hand.

Leaving a lot of confused fans behind, however everything would be explained and soon people would have answers because trust me there would be a lot of questions flying their way. Evie didn’t care, as Ben lead her towards the dining hall, but not before he turned to press his lips onto hers. Finally, they were both out in the open, no more hiding, no more secrets. Just the two of them enjoying the cruise that had brought them so many memories. Two years ago, they were room hoping, last year he was saving her arse and now this year they were finally making a debut as the soon to be golden couple; Roulette Champion edition.

You could set sail on that.