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DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER!
First impressions are everything right? I mean that’s what we get drilled into our heads at a young age. “You will never get a second chance to make a good first impression” “Your first impression on someone is your most lasting impression” “Dress how you want to be addressed.” You know the same old nonsense that your mother or grandmother used to tell you, to try and get you to act your age or present yourself better and win over everyone so when they looked upon you all they see is a sweet and innocent person, who could do no wrong.
Boring, I’d rather die a fucking virgin than be sweet and innocent. – Think about that one for a moment it will click.
To me that’s always been worthless, those hints and tips are bullshit in their darkest form. You see I couldn’t care what people think of me and I sure as shit don’t care what people call me I’ve been like that since day one. I’m a firm believer in that people’s first impressions on someone are really a big mistake. Let’s be honest, no one really cares how you enter their life because nowadays everyone is just counting down the days until you leave it. Society has brainwashed us to the very core where friendships are rarely valued anymore or appreciated because we are all too busy micro analysing everyone. Paranoia just sinking in taking us over as we just wait for them to slip up so we can point the finger at them, rage at them and say we knew they were going to hurt us from the very beginning.
Anxiety has overcome us and put us all in a chokehold.
It’s appalling but it’s true, like our needs to feel accepted and wanted. I couldn’t care for it. If you don’t like me, that’s great because let’s be one hundred percent honest, I probably don’t like you. I probably never have and never will. So trying to appeal to you or trying to fumble my way into your lives so you can worship me, accept me or even love me wouldn’t even be on my radar. I really wish you could all see that, I mean open your eyes. Yet while I’m resting easy on that knowledge the rest of you are acting like the dry cleaning service, you’re either trying to air my dirty laundry or you’re trying to press it.
This is the part where most girls stand up and shout and say “please, please, please stop labelling me” or “please don’t put me in the pile with all the others” However I couldn’t care what you call me and you will never see me beg for you to stop. I mean I haven’t even made an in ring debut into Sin City Wrestling and I’ve already got girls riding my train calling me all sorts of things, a slut, a whore, a bitch, a snake, a stalker, frigid, obsessed, crazy, not good enough… blah, blah, blah. Round and round we go, on the circle of life of being a female, of being famous, of being feared. I’m not going to beg you to stop, I’m not even going to address it and you can think what you want to think about me as I can assure you. You will never know the real me, you will never get a chance to know the real me because I will never show you and I will never let you get that close to me. So label that however you want, call me guarded, call me frigid, call me late to dinner it will just be the same old drumstick, beating the same old drum.
Over and over again, repeat, repeat, repeat.
I don’t care for your clouded judgement of me already so take this with a grain of salt if you want, though I probably would think twice about coming at me with overplayed overused washed up bullshit. I mean it’s your funeral after all and trust me I won’t lose any sleep or gain a grey hair from putting you back into place, in fact I’ll fucking love it.
However let me clear the air and let me tell you a little bit about myself that I think are important. Well here goes nothing; my name is Evie Luna Baang, yes that is my REAL name. No gimmicks, no fucking walls up. My heritage is Australian so let’s be honest a mixture of British, Irish and Scottish convicts who got caught stealing who got shipped off to one of the greatest Countries in the world. I could think of worst punishments, like listening to Selena Gomez track without the fucking auto tune. On my Mother’s side that’s where the spice was added, she is a Latina from Colombia. I’m fluent in several languages, English, Australian – Trust me we have our own fucked up lingo down there, Spanish, Mandarin, Russian, Japanese, German and Portuguese. Trust me all of those are necessary from my previous line of work. What else can I tell you? I’m Twenty Six; I do have a man in my life regardless of what it looks like on Twitter. I call him Mi Mundo (My world) and he knows that and he knows who he is and that’s all that matters. My childhood wasn’t the greatest but you’ll never hear me cry about it. It is what it is and it was what it was and that’s why I’m the person I am today.
And who am I today? Well I can safely assume that you have already made your mind up about who you think I am, however whom I turn into in our final moments will be all that matters to me. So let’s get on with it shall we, let’s go make some bad fucking first impressions and see if they live up to your expectations?
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What the fuck is that noise? Unlocking the world of Evie Luna Baang in three, two, one... BAANG! The scene opens up inside a dark room about the size of a typical abandoned warehouse. The walls are lined with wooden cover ups hiding the windows but every now and then the moonlight from outside can be seen blaring in, trying to consume the darkness; however it’s got a long way to go. What can be seen is debris littered all over the floor it contains a mixture of saw dust, rubbish, empty bullet shells and blood splatters. Chains hang from the ceiling in this two story loft complex, while worn out machinery from the old saw mill that used to call this workshop home are uselessly standing in the way but coping full force of what is happening around them. The noises echoing through the warehouse sound like swooping birds as bullets fly left and right, the deafening sound of a 9mms blaring off and coming to life, the sound of a female screaming, the sounds of bullets ricocheting off steal, piercing wood, splintering it. It’s a mess a massive mess and standing in the middle of it, as if by a happy accident we can see a woman standing firmly in place. From the floor up she is covered in black, from her black timberlands, to her black skin tight neoprene pants, to her black torn tank top, to the black hoodie that is over her head. If she was looking to accomplish that stealthy cat woman look, she was nailing it. Although she wasn’t a hero, she wasn’t a villain she wasn’t a vigilante but this wasn’t her first rodeo. Standing poised in the middle of the room everything stops, everything crashes to a Holt and now everything is frozen in time. Focusing on the woman who is standing in the middle of the action, she is standing proud; her arms outstretched and in both hands are two customer made handguns that are rose-gold in colour. Her hands are pointed out and firmly focused on their targets; her left hand is pointed straight in front of her while her right hand is outstretched and pointed to her right. Her hands are wrapped around her guns with such grace, such ease like she has done this thousand times, as her trigger finger is dancing playfully over the trigger just waiting, just wanting to get that sudden itch.
“If you’re waiting for the director to yell cut, you’ll be waiting a while because this isn’t a fucking movie.”
Her accent is thick and it’s Australian, welcome to the life of Evie Baang you will NEVER know about and you will NEVER see come to light.
“Now let’s break this down shall we, so the slow ones can catch up. This is my real life, this is really fucking happening. I’m really standing here with my hands cocked at twelve and three while chaos unfolds around me. Why? Well if I told you why that would ruin the next few months of build up wouldn’t it? You see most stories start at the beginning, but I wanted to give you all a fucking sneak peak at what is happening RIGHT FUCKING NOW. Obviously it’s slowed down for the dramatic effect, I mean no one can actually bend time right? However I was told that flash forwards weren’t a thing and they could never fucking happen, so I wanted to defecate on that narrow mindedness so Merry Fucking Christmas!”
Everything stays the same around her as bullets are seen in the air around her, just waiting to make contact with something, anything would it be her? Who knows you’ll have to tune in.
“Oh I should probably warn you, if you don’t like swearing, or if you don’t like women who swear. I’d probably drag that mouse of yours up to the top right hand corner of your screen and hit the X box because I don’t sugar coat anything, I don’t play down anything and what I say sometimes can be rude and offensive... but let’s see how many fucks I give? Oh that’s a big fat bride’s sister who get’s forced to be MOH at her skinny fucking bitch of a sister’s wedding who has no fucking interest of being there or even cares of a Zero.”
Looking around the warehouse some more, other figures come to life Evie Baang isn’t alone, well duh. In fact she’s in the warehouse with five other people, well six, well five... I don’t know about one of them you’ll have to make your mind up if he should count or not?
“Let me introduce you to my friends, the skinny fucker standing in front of me with the cheeky grin on his face like he’s about to get laid, his name is Charles or in my world we call him Tooth Pick Charlie... because when I quit fucking around and drop him you’ll hear his bones spilt into teeny tiny pieces you can clean in-between your teeth with also because he looks like a fucking tooth pick, look at his fucking head, it’s like a freshly sharpen 2B pencil. Anyhow, this fuck shouldn’t be holding a gun nor should he be holding it in my direction, I mean really if you have to double hand a shitty old glock, you really shouldn’t be in this game.”
The man known as Tooth Pick Charlie comes to light as he is standing directly into the firing line of Evie’s gun that is pointed at twelve o’clock. He’s tall lanky and looks like a piece of pelican shit; he has both hands wrapped around his glock. GLOCK, I said glock calm down Zelda.
“Now the fuck stain that’s standing up on the loft level of this creepy fucking warehouse, his name is Gavin, Gav for short or in my world we call him The Sleeper. He’s not known for his gun skills but he is known for his techniques of putting people to sleep, he’s Russian trained in torture. He’s not a field agent, so you just know who is ever behind this little fucking children’s party was scraping at the bottom of the barrel. I asked for ACDC mum not the fucking wiggles. However I wouldn’t let that creepy fucker within seven feet of me, he reeks of old fucking lady and well there’s only one plausible reason for that. He’s a Granny fucker. Once again I’m just spelling it out for the slow ones”
The Sleeper Gavin comes to light as he seen poised and ready at the top of the loft level, in his hand is an assault rifle that he has blaring down focused on Evie Baang. He’s much bigger and stocker than Tooth Pick Charlie, like he would clearly be the muscle in this operation.
“Okay that’s two people down three to go, okay so the lady screams you could hear before weren’t mine, no seriously. They belong to that hot fucking mess behind me at my four o’clock. That’s my best friend Calista or in this world she’s my Rainbow Lorikeet with fucking hawk eye precision, she’s my eyes, my ears and my tech girl. Come on everyone knows there has to be a hot tech girl in this type of world. Calista is my ONLY friend, I mean look at her, if I wasn’t on team straight I’d be knuckles deep in that. If you want a quick entrance to hell all you need to do is look at her the wrong way and you’re dead. I’m not fucking around, I owe this bitch my life, so do you honestly think I’m going to let that pudgy mother fucker that is standing behind her with a gun to her temple get away with it? Words haven’t even been invented yet for the ways that I’m going to make him pay, his name is...well you know what? Fuck him and his name all you need to know is that he is fucking dead.”
Coming to life a beautiful woman is found standing in Evie’s four o’clock shadow with bright rainbow coloured hair, wrapped around her waist is the big jelly like left arm of “Mr Fucking Dead” while he has a gun pressed to Calista’s head. The look of Horror that’s on Calista’s face is enough to break Evie’s face however that’s a back-story for another time. Let’s focus on who is left. Scanning around the room a figure can be found with a plank of wood stabbed through their chest as they have fallen from a great height after being shot and now they were impaled on the timber.
“Oh look everyone its Stephen... Stevie on a stick. Stephen was eliminated earlier because he learnt a valuable life lesson of always making sure your safety is off before you come rushing into a gun fight. Oh look his phone was ringing in his pocket. I hope it’s his wife, guess what sweetie Stevie isn’t coming home for dinner tonight and no he can’t take the fucking bins down, do it yourself you lazy fucking slut. Sorry, that might have been a tad too much, but can you blame me? I’ll try and control myself, but then again I fucking doubt that.”
Stevie on a stick’s pocket is shown with a phone in mid incoming call screen, as Stephen just dangles lifelessly on his timber re-evaluating his life decisions in the afterlife.
“Okay Stephen doesn’t count in my books because well he’s dead now... however that leads us to the final person in the puzzle. The ring leader, who is standing directly behind me with his gun so gently pressed into the back of skull. Whoa if I wasn’t fighting for my survival right now and I had something that hard pressed up against me, I would be mighty fucking wet. Ladies you get me right? It’s a cock joke, every successful mission needs one. Now this man that is standing behind me is a seven foot giant, who I have no fucking idea what his real name is or his identity all I know him as is The Geist which means ghost in German. I’ve been chasing this guy for the last seven fucking years of my life and finally, finally I’m in the same fucking room as him. In spite of the fact that he has a gun pointed at the back of my fucking head, this makes me extremely happy because finally I’ll get to see who the fuck this prick is and every heated bit of hell I have been walking through for the last seven years of my life will be worth it. You have no idea guys, this moment right here might just trump every fucking orgasm I have ever had in my life and I’ve had some pretty fucking superb orgasms Mi Mundo does me proud. I feel like a kid a Christmas who just unwrapped her first pocket knife, Swiss of course. Now let’s find out who this fucker is together shall we?”
Just as the blurry blob that is fuzzy over the facial feature of the man that is standing behind Evie goes to come to life it stops stays blurred.
“Fuck off; if you think I was going to give you the fucking cake so you could eat it fucking too without knowing the whole fucking story, you have another fucking thing coming. Yes I understand that’s five f words in one sentence but I just can’t help myself, there is something about gun fights that just triggers a certain emotion in me that can’t be contained. Nevertheless I’ll give you a spoiler alert... get ready, I’m going to give you a mind blowing clue about who is behind me... ready? Spoiler Alert it’s not Stevie on a Stick”
We shift from the blurry mess behind Evie and back to Stevie on a Stick.
“Now since I’ve wet your appetite. I’ll see you next time back where this all began so you can follow the story and try and figure out who I really am and what I really do? While we try a piece together who this fucking prick is behind me with a gun to my head? Although there’s one fucking clear rule you need to know, you can’t tell a single sole about what you witness, or what you hear about me because well letting that information come to light is enough to get yourself killed. Ignorance is bliss, so be fucking blissful and enjoy the story”
FADE!
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Amy-Jayne the five feet ten inches Ravishing Romanian that barrelled into Sin City Wrestling with an aurora of freshness surrounding her. The girl that many people put money on, hoping she would become the next big thing. They wanted her to do well, they wanted her to succeed but so far the Ravishing Romanian has been nothing but an awful disappointment. Now before you come at me with “Come on now Evie, give her a chance.” I can’t and I won’t why? Because she’s like the majority of the new Bombshells that walk into the gates of the wrestling world, she’s a fad. I’m a trend, the difference is she’s over played, where I’m new and fresh I’m something that Sin City Wrestling has never seen before, just call me the missing link.
Cocky? More so I’m just confident. I mean sixty-nine percent of you guys thought the same that’s why this week for Tommy Knock’s poll question for Hotwire, the name Evie Baang was put up in lights. No scratch that, I’ve been causing controversy not to be confused for fucking drama, ever since I stepped foot into Sin City Wrestling. Why should anyone be surprised with the poll results? People can see what is evident I’m the fucking spice the Sin City Wrestling Women’s roster needed. You guys needed a fucking bad girl, who won’t pander or sugar coat anything. Oh and Tommy Fucking Knocks, get your hand off your dick for a second and realise that I won that poll because people want to see me, because people believe in me, because people know when I speak and when I act I mean every damn thing that I say and what I do. I can back this mouth up and I can assure you I can mix it with the best of them so your precious little fucking Mikah and Sammi innocent Marlowe better watch their backs, because trust me no stone will be left unturned until I’m where I should be and that’s the main fucking event. So quit the bullshit about me just winning that poll because people want to fuck me, of course people want to fuck me, you not so much you’re like a bucket full of busted arse holes that no one wants to stick their fingers in. I mean I like you but seriously, get your hand off it and stop fucking jerking it for five seconds and take your job more seriously; I mean why can’t you be more like Zelda?
Now back to Amy-Jayne my first ever opponent in Sin City Wrestling... I feel like the female Michael Phelps right now, I mean just hand me the fucking blue ribbon, however I’ll play along. Let’s play the trash talking game. I mean that’s what you all want to see right? Can the little potty mouthed Australian hang with the best of them? Can she handle the fierce competition in Sin City Wrestling? I can and I will and one day I’ll be the bench mark... I’ll be the measuring stick, one day people will say “you should be more like Evie” and I’ll say no one can be like me, I’m just that damn good. Nevertheless you want some trash, I’ll give you some trash talk just too wet your appetite and make your day, Amy-Jayne listen up I mean that’s if you're still here.
So tell us Amy-Jayne did you scrape your knees when you so easily dropped down to them and proceeded to wrap your mouth around J2H’s cock? I mean that’s the result what you were aiming for when you first signed up to Sin City Wrestling right? You joined, got yourself a Twitter account and like the rest of the flesh eating whores and you tried to sink your teeth into a man. I mean that’s the laws of wrestling right, sign up somewhere, activate Twitter, find a boyfriend even if they are taken or join the finger banging Team Twitter Lesbian... it’s like there is no other option left out there for us girls. Oh honeys there are you just have to get off your knees and find it.
Next up you followed the fad, you got booked for a match, showed up and lost. You got booked for another match showed up and lost; I’m sensing a pattern here. Oh and look you got booked for another match and you decide that you can’t be fucked to show up so you lost. So now in this point of time is where you lose all interest in what you actually signed up for and that was becoming a wrestler, all because you hit a few speed bumps. Let me deconstruct this for you Amy.
Speed bump number one, you followed the same fucking pattern that eighty four perfect of women in this business follow. You could have been great Amy-Jayne, you could have stolen the show instead you choose to suck up to a taken man on twitter and try and grovel on your knees towards him on, catch twenty two he’s the current Sin City Wrestling World Champion. It’s like a basic text book move from women in this sport now. I think deep down you knew nothing was going to happen there, but you wanted it I mean how else could you sky rocket your names into the bright lights of Sin City Wrestling? However you came up short and in that moment you grew disinterested in your main fucking goal... you want to know what your main fucking goal was Amy? Since you seem to have no fucking idea what it was... it was to focus on your matches, it was to focus on your opponents instead of blasting your eggs around on Twitter, hoping for fertilization.
Speed bump number two, you made no effort to get to know your competition your promos made no fucking sense. You just were like a blind girl out there taking shots at people with no fucking logic behind them. What did you say to Melody Grace? Oh that’s right that you're tougher than her and you backed that up saying she’s only taken chair shots but you have put through a table and pushed through a cell roof? What the fuck? I don’t know if I should laugh at that or feel sorry for you? I just can’t fathom how you thought that was going to upset her? Big fucking deal, you’ve gone through a table... let me clap for you girl. Oh fuck my bad guys I’m facing a real warrior here because she been put though a cell. That doesn’t make you look tough, that makes you out to be a stupid bitch that couldn’t get her way out of a fucking sticky situation. Did you think that would put the rest of us Sin City girls on notice? I’ve seen some fails in my time but this is just the icing on the cake.
Speed bump number three, you kept making reference to things you had done in other companies... I don’t fucking care. I will never care; I never want to hear about other companies, I don’t want a history lesson on you either. You’re not the fascinating I mean you look like fucking big foot and an alien came together and made a fucking ugly baby but that doesn’t give you the right to a spot on the history channel. No one cares about how many wins you have elsewhere, no one cares about the who, what, when, where and why about places that don’t matter. People only care about what you have done in the present company that you are in and in Sin City Wrestling, you might has well as joined a glorified rag doll.
Speed bump four, the final step is when you took your foot off the pedal and took your focus off what the main prize was... and that was wrestling, that was showing up. That’s when you put the final nail in your coffin and this Sunday night at Climax Control I look forward to being the driving force behind it being a permanent fixture in your Sin City Wrestling history.
This Sunday night is when I Evie Baang make my Sin City Wrestling in ring debut, this Sunday night is when I show the world what it’s like to be one of the other type of girls who walks into this business and doesn’t do the same wash rinse repeat... and now before any of you smart fucking arses go "but Evie you hit on the Cockney King Ben on Twitter all the time, how are you different?" The difference between what’s actually happening between Ben and I, is just fucking straight up banter, he can banter, I can banter it’s all just a bit of fun... I know that I’m never going to see Ben in the raw and I’m okay with that, but I also love feeding the trolls who love nothing more than to label me. I banter at Ben for fun he will never be Mi Mundo. Amy-Jayne straight up went for James because she thought she could project herself to the top of the fucking roster without having to do any work. I mean let’s be honest she looks like a Sally Starfish and well J2H strikes me as the type of guy who likes his women aka Melody to not just lay there and take it.
Now enough about that, I’ll see you all this Sunday night I’ll be the one getting her hand raised in impactful in ring debut and trust me ladies of Sin City Wrestling the message I send in that match isn’t going to be one you want to miss.
Gabriel, Odette and Johnny, this one is for you.