It had been a while since Evie Jordan had been in a match for Sin City Wrestling, although she wasn’t going to complain about it considering the last time she was inside a Sin City Wrestling ring, she faced Kate Steele in a grudge match. A match that left them both bloodied, bruised, exhausted. It was as if years of tension were finally released between the two bombshell’s who just for the life of them couldn’t get along, long enough to be in the same room without wanting to rip each other’s heads off. Evie’s feelings towards Kate didn’t come from a place of goodwill or even a place where she considered burying the hatchet, Evie hated her with every fibre of her being. It didn’t help that Kate had taken the liberty to use Evie’s one and only weakness against her, but still even with a loaded gun, aimed at her temple Kate still couldn’t bring herself to pull the trigger… oh how she tried and yet, her onslaught, her venomous words, her ploys to tear Evie down because she couldn’t mother any children, were made under false pretences that Evie would just cower away and not fight back... but that wasn’t in the young Aussie’s nature, fighting was in her blood and she proved that to the whole world at High Stakes, when she made the submission queen Kate Warren, Steele, Diamond whatever you want to call her… tap… tap... tap.
And now, with Evie’s first match back inside a Sin City Wrestling ring, she couldn’t wait to receive the push back towards the World Bombshell Championship that she deserved, she couldn’t wait to be rewarded from becoming to 2020 Woman of the Year… she couldn’t wait for the red carpet to be rolled before her feet. Her eyes scanned the email with this week’s card in delight as she knew deep down Mark, Christian and Brooke had something, no even better, someone great for her to chew up and devour before moving towards the next Super Card to face Salco in a Chamber of Extreme match. That’s until her emerald eyes scanned over the name Char Kwan.
CHAR FUCKING KWAN?!?!!!!
More on that later.
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Climax Control had gone to plan for Evie, she knew she wanted to deliver a message to Jessie Salco and by the end of the night the Aussie knew that message had been delivered loud and clear. To say Evie was feeling like the cat’s meow would have been an understatement as she put the rest of the Bombshell roster on notice, she wasn’t to be fucked with. It was a side of her attitude that hadn’t been on display as late, but the more Evie was pushed into the shadows the more she commanded the spotlight with her vicious and vile ways of making people take notice. It was a surprise to some, to see that she was still around in Sin City Wrestling, as usually Evie ghosted in and out between reigns, but there must have been something she was wanting to prove by sticking around as long as she had.
Evie was feeling pretty pleased with herself from taking Jessie Salco and rag dolling her through the back hallways, the night was looking to be in her favour that was until Keira decided to stake claim that the only reason this had happened to Jessie was because of how Sin invaded her body and attacked her last year. Salco’s bad luck had nothing to do with Sin or Keira, and yet, the blood that coursed through Evie’s veins was now set to piping fucking hot as it boiled up under her skin. Evie and Keira were only lucky that when it came to her anger there was only one man that could restrain it. Ben had witnessed the shift in his wife’s behaviour and with a matter of moments, leaped in to save the day.
The Jordan’s didn’t join the party at the Golden Ring Casino like the rest of the superstars and Bombshell’s in fact, Ben had made the wise decision to board their private jet and jet back to Bar Harbour Maine, the last thing he needed was trying to manage a violent Evie, who was hell bent on wrapping her hands around Keira’s throat and removing all purpose of her lungs. The plane ride wasn’t a peaceful one, as Evie tried to close her eyes and obtain the benefits of sleep and yet, even when sleep was found, peace didn’t feel like walking hand in hand.
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Evie was far, far away from the confinement of the jet plane, in fact she was bad home. Her mind playing tricks on her as she walked down her long hallway, venturing towards their master bedroom. Evie had one thing on her mind and that was to wash away the night. The sound of running water spilling from a large bronze spout, cascading into a pool of water filled the air around her. Ben had obviously taken it upon himself to draw her a bath, a little luxury that Evie loved to partake in after each and every show. As Evie made her way down the hallway, her black silk robe dropped from the tops of her shoulders down to the middle of her back as she entered their bedroom. It was strange as she couldn’t remember changing since returning home, but she must have. Ben was nowhere to be seen, nor could she hear Bear all she could hear was the running water, filling the deep free-standing bath that stood proudly on it four feet in the middle of their master bathroom.
Evie turned to her right, her emerald eyes gazed upon the bath that was almost lapping the top and she quickly made her way over to turn the water off. Steam had filled the room, the windows had all but frosted over from the outside chill and the mist from the inside. The lights were dimmed, causing Evie to turn on the balls of her feet, she expected to see Ben standing behind her with that adorable goofy smile on his face and yet, he was still nowhere to be found. Evie shook her head from side to side, maybe he was playing a little game with her, one she was eager to play so she continued with her process knowing that his arrival would only be a few more moments away. Slipping out of her robe, Evie stepped out of it before she slowly dipped her right foot into the water. It was boiling, just the way she liked it. If the water didn’t feel like burning lava against her skin, Evie didn’t call it a proper bath.
There was no reason to prolong the entrance into the water, as her skin was already accustomed to the fiery force of the boiling hot water, slipping into the tub delicately Evie made sure the water didn’t spill over the sides as she took a dip, a ring of water forming around her neck, her long black hair floated on the surface, until the water took over, dragging it down. The lights in the room cut to darkness, before two candles started to flicker away on the windowsill, with a delighted smile on her face Evie called out for Ben, before she closed her eyes, craning her neck back to arch over the rim on the bathtub, letting the scorching water engulf her body. Washing away the dramas of their day.
It felt like a microsecond of freedom, as the liquid around Evie felt as if it had started to thicken. The soft creature comforts of the bath had turned into a sinkhole, that had Evie struggling to keep her head above water. Her arms tried to reach up so she could grab onto the sides of the bath to stable herself but yet the more she tried, the more she struggled. Her eyelids felt as if they had been glued together, as she floundered around in the water. It wasn’t until a droplet splashed onto her lips, she was reminded of a smell that had plagued her. it was the rusted, tainted smell of blood that was now running down her plump top lip before it splashed onto her bottom one. Evie tried to spit it away, but as soon as she opened her mouth it was filled with the rusted salt of blood. She was choking and the more she spit up, coughed, or tried to wiggle herself out of the bath the worse the sensation got. The water in the bath was now thick, mud like as it sucked her under and without remorse it dragged her under. It was only when Evie felt as if she were drowning would her eyes allow the freedom of opening, that’s when the sight of horror greeted her, the bath was no longer filled with steaming hot water, it was overflowing with blood. Salty blood that was stinging her eyes intensely but now she couldn’t blink.
Rushing to make it to the surface, Evie felt the thick tar like liquid stream down her face, towards the bath her eyes followed the blood and before she knew it her lips had parted once more as the blood had turned into limp beating hearts. She wanted to scream but for some reason, all sound had escaped leaving her mute. Evie started to count the hearts as the frolicked before her eyes, getting lost somewhere between two hundred and two fifty, Evie’s eyes couldn’t keep up with the hearts that continued to spew into the bath from the tap. Splashing down on top of her, overcoming her, drowning her. Her right hand reached for the side of the tub once more as she begged to get out. She was denied her freedom, as now the red hearts started to turn black, before the colour of the blood changed around her, it was a sickly mixture of old blood and new. The smell was repugnant as it filled her airways. As if that wasn’t enough to have Evie questioning it all, the hearts rolled over one by one, each of them exposing to her a name. It was the each and every name of everyone she had either killed, punished, stolen from, or harmed. As Evie read the names out loud, she couldn’t keep up with them. That’s when it all became too much and that’s when she left out an almighty fear filled blood curdling scream.
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The dream might have been fake, but the scream was not as Evie was startled back to wake. Her eyes desperately snapping open to see that Ben was now standing beside her. His right hand on her shoulder as he shook her gently trying to wake her up from the torment that her nightmare was causing her.
“Eves,” Ben pleaded. “You’re okay… you’re okay… it was just a nightmare.” He spoke sternly.
Evie’s body was covered in a cold sweat, she wasn’t the one to be fearful she wasn’t the type of girl who let things mess with her but right now she was beside herself. Reaching up from her chair, her arms wrapped up behind Ben’s neck as she forced her way through the divide between them, eating it up with ease as she needed to feel safe. Ben didn’t waste any time wrapping his arms around her, bringing Evie the comfort that she was craving and as soon as Ben held her, Evie dared to close her eyes once more.
“I…I…” Evie stuttered. “I… I…. I’m a monster” She sighed, heartbroken.
Ben couldn’t bear to hear his wife speak so negatively about herself, so he squeezed her as tightly as he could.
“You are not.” Ben argued. “You are my wife.” He playfully joked.
Evie just went limp in his arms, as if she were deflated by his efforts to cheer her up.
“You don’t understand Ben… I’ve hurt hundreds, if not thousands.” Evie painfully admitted. “I’ve got so much blood on these hands.” She croaked.
Evie couldn’t look at him, but Ben didn’t have to see her face as he could tell by the tone in her voice, she was being serious. He knew this day would come, a lifetime of being a spy, a hired gun, a hitwoman would come back to bite her on the arse it was only lucky for Evie that she had someone like Ben in her life that was willing to stand by her as she moved through the ups and downs of emotional baggage that came with the job. Evie felt Ben’s grip around her loosen as he took a few steps back, he knew what he was going to say next could go down one or two ways, he was just praying it would work in his favour. Evie looked up into his cold blue eyes, before she could speak to question his thoughts Ben’s voice was already entertaining her ears.
“Maybe it’s time you washed them.” Ben suggested, firmly.
He wasn’t joking, even if his witty one liner did sound like a joke to others Evie knew what it meant. They had spoken about it previously, but Evie wasn’t up to it then, but maybe the tides had changed, and she was willing to look towards a cleaner future.
“I think… I think it’s time… I got some help.” Evie said painfully.
Ben didn’t say a word, he just smiled softly before he nodded. To make one thing clear he didn’t want Evie to change, not one thing about her but if speaking to someone was going to help her overcome the internal wars she was having with herself lately he was all for his wife seeking the assistance she required. Evie couldn’t believe that she had just admitted that out loud, but she couldn’t stop the words as they rolled off her tongue and out of her lips. She ducked her head down, letting her long black hair surround her face, shielding her from him. But Ben didn’t allow it, he wouldn’t allow his wife to hang her head in sorrow. He reached across, his right hand cupping the bottom of her chin as he guided her attention back up towards his. So, his blue eyes could look lovingly into her emeralds. Evie didn’t know what he was going to say or do, she was still too shocked to move.
“We’ll take this one day at a time, my love.” Ben said boastfully. “The first step I believe is the hardest, and you’ve already done that.” He quickly followed up.
Evie tried to smile, but the thought of sharing her life’s stories with a stranger was starting to make her feel nauseous. Yet, she knew deep down this was the ring thing to do and with her last mission being her absolute last mission now seemed like the absolute best time to dive into recovery headfirst. She didn’t say a word, she just stepped up towards Ben and hugged him. Partly because she didn’t have the right words to say right now and on the other hand Evie wanted Ben to know that she was grateful to have him in her life.
“I love you.” Evie whispered.
A smile arose on Ben’s face as he hugged her back tightly.
“I know.” Ben smiled.
Evie just shook her head, she couldn’t believe that he would Han Solo her in a time like this but as she pulled away to look at him, Evie didn’t have a moment to berate him as Ben quickly pressed his lips to hers. Choosing to show her that he loved her, instead of telling her with a soft delicate yet passionate kiss. The rest of their week was before them and with horrible sleep like this, they were going to need to catch up once the wheels kissed the tarmac in Bar Harbour, Maine.
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The cameras opened up in the middle of the long windy driveway of the Jordan’s house in Bar Harbour, Maine. The driveway lights were dimly lit, lighting up the picture-perfect gardens that lined the driveway from the entry gate to the house. Tall pine trees lined either side, casting shadows over the white, grey gravel driveway. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that this was an Evie Jordan production, as she often used her house to her advantage when it came to her match promotions. Truth was she knew the lay of the land, she knew the right spots for the perfect lighting at different times of year, and where the moon would glow down perfectly in certain seasons. The winter chill had filled the air, dampening the grass that rolled over the slight mounds in The Jordan's front yard, as the icy wind had made light work in causing small spiderwebs in the grass to frost over. The distance hooting of the local barn owls that called the woods on either side of their property called home, bellowed in the background adding to the eeriness that only Evie could manage to create outside her own home.
Evie made her way down the driveway heading towards the gate, and that’s where the cameras picked up on her movements. She was dressed head to toe in black, black heels, a long black dress, with a thick black headband in her hair, pinning her long curly black hair back behind her ears. Her skin was made up flawlessly as the cameras scanned into her face, showing off her glowing emerald eyes that had the lighting from the driveway light dancing in them. With a simple wicked smile on her blood red lips, Evie wasted very little time in kicking this one off.
“Char fucking Kwan… you could have lined up anyone before me and you choose Char Kwan?” Evie laughed, evilly. “I knew I had slipped from your pedestal Mr Underwood, Mr Ward, Ms Saxon but really? Char Kwan? Is that the best you could offer at such an important time in my career? You felt the need to satisfy me instead of challenge me before I head into a Chamber of Extreme match with Jessie Salco, you thought on the go home show, you would put me in a street fight, against Char Kwan? I suppose, you thought this would be one way to give Jessie a chance against me… but I can assure you… it was a mistake on your behalf. I’m not a piece of meat that needs to be tenderised… oh no, let it be clear that I will bring nothing but great pain and discomfort to Char Kwan, I’ll even marinate in her blood just to prove you all wrong.” She snarled.
Evie’s focus didn’t shift from the camera, her eyes refusing the blink as she spoke.
“How disrespectful does this feel to know that I was your twenty twenty woman of the year and this is how you reward me? A play fight with Char Kwan… I should be moving up the ranks, I should have been rewarded my rematch for the World Bombshell Championship… I mean everyone knows that if I was Alicia that it would have already been granted… but no, you have banished me to the darkness of facing people like Char Kwan. Now before you stand there and say to me that Char shouldn’t be overlooked, maybe you should take yourself out the front and give yourself a fucking uppercut.” Evie paused.
That awful sadistic smirk was beaming on her face with pride, if she was going to be pushed into the darkness she wasn’t going to go without a fight.
“Amusing as it must be for you all to see me weeks out from facing the doormat of the women’s division I didn’t think for a single second you would then proceed to award me with the fucking doggy door of the division as well. Such sadness… if this is how your treat your woman of the year, dare I ask what it’s like for everyone else? Oh wait… they are pushed to their limits, they are given chances after chances and yet, as lacklustre as they are… you entertain them, you give them hope… while with me? You only wish to keep me out of the light, but how many times must I remind you that I thrive in the dark and if sending me pissants like Char Kwan is your way of holding back from becoming the best that I can be in twenty twenty-one… you’re going to be greatly mistaken.” Evie howled.
Evie stepped up towards the camera, her heels crunching on the gravel beneath her feet. As she ate up the space between herself at the lens.
“If you thought last year was my year, you haven’t seen anything yet. You see I’m coming for it all in twenty twenty-one and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can fucking do about it. If you want to boycott me from titles so be it, just know I will run rivers of blood through the Bombshell division, I will hang them up one by one and I will force your hand… I will force you all to see just how great I am, I will make you regret the very day that you ever slept on me and what I am capable of. You see I want it all, I want it now… but trust me, I’m not afraid to tap a vein and patiently wait as it bleeds out. I’m not afraid to cause pain, endless destruction, I’m not afraid to make a mess and believe me… what I did to Kate at High Stakes was just the beginning, what I will do to Char Kwan this week, will just be a taste test for what I will do to Jessie Salco.” Evie smirked wildly.
Evie moved down the driveway towards the iron gates, the cameras following her as she continued to speak.
“Now Char, I haven’t forgotten about you, not even in the slightest. You see as much as you’re a stain that I need to remove, I know it won’t come lightly. Yet I can assure you, even with some resistance from you. I will admit this match this Sunday must be exciting for you. I have no doubt you’re telling everyone you’re finally going to make a name for yourself in Sin City Wrestling by taking on Evie Jordan in a street fight. I’ve bet you bragged to your family and friends about how you’re going to beat me and by doing so you’re going to put your name on the map… but I have only bad news for you Char.” Evie mocked.
Sarcasm dropped from her tone as she continued.
“You see this Sunday, you’re the message that I plan on sending to the rest of the Bombshell’s… you’re the message I plan on mailing directly to the higher ups. You will be the little fucking lamb, that I will lead to slaughter… no matter how much training you will pour into this week it will not be enough it will never be enough. You see a street match, is my playground and you my dear, sweet, little lamb are walking into unfamiliar territory. You have had battles with Johanna, but still that will leave you Ill prepared to come face to face with me. Let’s face it Char, I am your nightmare and come Sunday night, you’ll be trapped inside a never ending hell loop. In the match, I’ll have you begging for an ending and once the match is over you’ll forever doubt yourself, you’ll forever question yourself about where you went wrong when it came to our match and I can promise you, the moment you fucked up is the exact moment you stepped inside the ring and came face to face with me.” Evie snarled.
Evie moved towards the camera, sizing it up.
“I’m not your stepping stone towards greatness Char, I’ll be your dead end. I’ll always be the one bitch you can never beat and trust me, that will burn you, that will eat you alive but there is nothing you can do about it. Your best won’t be enough, it will just be a sour reminder that even at your max, when it comes to beating me in a street fight… you’re way off the mark. I look forward to seeing you Sunday night, but what I’m most looking forward to is ending you and putting my name back in lights where it fucking belongs.” Evie smirked.
The cameras panned in on Evie’s face before it faded to darkness. The Aussie Bombshell has said everything she wanted to stake her claim to victory this Sunday night, now all we needed was for Sunday night to hurry up and make its presence felt.
