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Let’s continue;
It was as if we hit the resume playback button on the remote and the scene kicks off basically where it left off last week for Evie Baang. It was a few days out from Climax Control 210 and she was still in Romania. Evie had taken a long hot shower, eaten her dinner and was now staring at her best friend Calista across from the round table that was covered in their plans. Their plans of how to rid themselves of their past. Evie had a sadistic look upon her face as she was dressed head to tail in all black. Ripped black jeans, a blank tank top, with a black leather jacket keeping her warm. Calista was dressed in her PJs, however on top of her head was a headset, with a microphone that came down to her lips.
“So, let me get this straight, you know for sure the boys are going to be here?”
Calista sounded hesitant as they went over the plan one last time. Evie had taken a few days to mastermind this plan and she didn’t see any which way of it failing. The raven hair bombshell just turned to her friend and spoke sarcastically to her. Her green eyes narrowing as she spoke, she was normally cold but right now because of all of her emotions being switched off it was as if she was heartless.
“Yes, Calista… for the hundredth time.”
She rolled her eyes before she scooped up the black backpack that was in the middle of the table. She slung it over her right-hand shoulder and looked to make her ex out of the living room. They were only thirty minutes out from this plan to start, and Evie was still a good ten-minute drive away from the club.
“But how do you know that?”
Evie looked at Calista across the room, she couldn’t handle all of these stupid questions, so her teeth instantly gritted together as she walked back across the room, eating the distance up between them. She dugs her right hand into her back-hip pocket of her jeans, pulled out a small hot pink flyer and slammed it on the round table in front of her best friend. Calista jumped in her chair, from the noise before her blue eyes looked down at what Evie had just placed in front of her.
“Let’s just say I did a little ground work.”
As Calista looked over the flyer that read “Come see, Poppy in action… LIVE tonight.” Under those words read “Formally known as Evie Baang” Evie’s picture was plastered on the flyer, as she was dressed as a French maid, she had thrown them up all around town but to limit the amount of tickets sold she had booked out the whole arena and made it a closed event. Evie might had been mental and mad at times but killing innocent civilians wasn’t on her to-do list right now. Even if her bloodlust was at an all time high because of her emotions being nothing more than the heart beat that was keeping her alive. As Calista took it all in she looked back up at Evie who was fuming, as her nostrils flared, she didn’t have time to waist and right now, Calista was being a hoop she didn’t think she would have to jump through.
“Are you ready to do this or not?”
Her voice was so cold, so unloving, so bitter that it hurt Calista as Evie spoke down to her. She knew this wasn’t herself and she knew why but it still pained to see her friend in this condition. It had only been a few hours, but she was already begging for Evie to return to her normal self. So, much so she had her trigger to bring Evie out of all of the misery on speed dial so within an instant she could return to normal. However, she knew they had a job to do and one that would pay them with their freedom and not with money. Calista just sighed before she smile dup at Evie, trying to send some positive vibes her way.
“I guess.”
As she sent up her laptop in front of her, she flicked between two screens to see that all of the security cameras of the local club were hooked up and now running live right before her eyes. She could see that people were in the building but on closer inspection they were all dancers dressed exactly like Evie. Evie looked down at her wrist, looking at her fancy apple I Watch before she made a mad dash for the exit. She was running two minutes behind time and you know what they say, I grand plan only stays grand if everything runs like clockwork. She would have to grill Calista later about her tardiness but right now she had one thing on her mind and that was removing the bidders her father had sent after her. Evie wasn’t sure how many he would send, but she knew for a fact he wouldn’t be there himself. Why would he be? He was a coward and right now that thought, that Evie had on her mind.
Sure, Calista had managed to make Evie forget about her ex-husband to be and all the love and joy he gave her, but she made damn sure that Evie remembered their long-lost family, all of their “brothers” and every single thing they did to those two girls growing up. It wasn’t pleasant and right now Calista’s only form of revenge was housed in the mind of Evie Luna Baang. She just had to pray that this all came through and by the end of the night phase two of their plans would be over with, so they could move towards phrase three before finally ending this on getting Evie back to being her beautiful loving best friend.
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Evie had managed to make up one minute in driving to make up for the two minutes that she was behind as she made her way into the deserted town. You see that’s the beauty about certain parts of Romania, no one wanted to live there so this made pulling plans off like this a walk in the park. There was only a handful of people who still lived here, and they for most part were in this club tonight. Dirty old men with nowhere to go and five-dollar hookers, just looking for a few pounds.
As Evie parked the car around the back of the busy club, she exited the vehicle in the dark of night before she was quick to make her way into the club via the back door. As she walked past the back entrance of the building she couldn’t help but notice the array of “missing” posters that littered the walls of the club. It seemed the perfect place for people to go to, only to disappear from and never be heard of again. Evie swung the door open before she touched the ear piece in her ear, disappearing into the club that had music thumping, smoke pouring out of the windows and the crack under the doors, while the lighting in the building was like a rave. The flickering of lights made it almost impossible to see, as it was that constant and that short lived.
“Remember, Calista… if this goes south, you blow it all to hell.”
Calista didn’t reply to Evie she just sighed before she murmured through her ear piece. Evie had a plan and it was all coming together as she set down her back pack, unzipped it and stuffed her pockets will small fish like containers. You know the ones I’m talking about, the ones you get when you order sushi and they give you Soy Sauce. Those are the ones. Evie had twenty of them stuffed into her back pocket, before she shoved her bag into a dark corner and she quickly left it heading off to do what she had to do.
As the lights continued to flash, there weren’t as bright out in the back but as Evie moved towards the main room of the club, where the dance floor and stripper poles were houses, she could feel the music pulsate through her body. It was terrible Romania punk rock, but it was what the locals liked. As she peered out from behind the door that separated her and from her mission, Evie could see that all the workers were doing what they were paid to do. Look exactly like her. From her viewing point Evie looked around the room and that’s where she could list them all off.
Her father had send the weaklings, in Dylan, Brax, Carlton, Simon, Klaus and Rohaan. Tonight, was going to be a piece of cake. As Evie smirked, she spoke into her head set. The six men were spaced out evenly around the room and she could tell that they were struggling to stay focused with all the distractions around them. The strobe lightening wasn’t helping them either.
“This will be a walk in the park.”
And it was, as Evie snuck into the room and did what she did best, when she was at work and that was blend into her surroundings. As she made her way through the crowd, one by one the grown men dropped to the floor as she popped the top off the small sealed fish containers, releasing a small needle at the top of each of them. She was gently prick each and every one of her brothers without any remorse with a strong and lethal toxin and not a single sound way heard. Not a single soul was bothered as all the crowd continued to rave on around them, unaware of what was happening blissfully in the background.
As Evie did a final swoop of the squared box shaped room, she knew she only a few more moments before someone would notice one of the six men that were draped over chairs, or flat on the floor gasping for air. That’s when she moved into the second part of this plan. Moving to the backstage area, Evie blended in with the waitresses and the dancers as she headed back to give the crowd what they asked for.
Poppy and Poppy didn’t disappoint as after a few moments she appeared on stage, dressed in a black leather number. Walking along the run way, she played her part well as she waved to the males in the room before she, reached the centre of them walk way. Hanging above her head was a circle hoop, that was lowered down to her, grapping a hold of the cold metal Evie slowly swung herself into the centre of the hoop. As the hoop raised back up towards the roof, so it could swing, Evie sat there like a child enjoying the swing set at the park, over looking the sea of her destruction below her and it was all done without a peep and without a witness.
That was until she covered her mouth with her right hand, while pointing to floor with her left and letting out a good awful scream. That’s when panic spread over the club and everyone was seen scrambling to the nearest exit and just like that Evie watched as everyone left. She took a moment to watch everyone react, shocked horrid and disgusted at their discoveries she needed that self-satisfaction, before she effortlessly through her self back and flipped down from the hanging hoop.
She was cat like as she landed, before she turned on her pin point heels and she walked away from the six men that she had called brothers. Leaving them where their laid. As Evie took her exit she made sure she swooped up her black bag, before she headed towards her car and as she calmly drove off in the direction of her house, she couldn’t help but smirk as she watched the flicker of red and blue police lights, flashed past her in full pursuit.
Now this wasn’t / isn’t the end of this story and I hope you picked up on some little clues.
To be continued…
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Brittany, Brittany, Brittany… stupidity truly is your name. Do you not see what you have done little girl? In your efforts to become the big bad wolf you have awoken something inside of me that you will wish you left sleeping. What do you truly believe you will gain by facing me? I can hear you when you say that you want to be Sin City Wrestling’s legend killer but how can you kill something that refuses to die? You thought you were smart, coming for me whilst I was “retired” yet what you didn’t take into account is, what if I accepted? And now here you are, about to enter the biggest match of your career to date against me and are you ready?
No.
Plain and simple, you’re not even close to being ready. Whilst you have had the pleasure of kicking the bottom half of the roster around like a beloved football you have struggled to maintain any traction when it comes to those whom matter. With Summer XXXTreme just a week away, one has to ask herself, what are you doing to get ready to face me? How do you believe you can possible train to beat me? I am what you would call one of the best in this game and yet, you’re still trying to navigate your way through the hoops with your training wheels intact.
Next Sunday night you will learn little princess, that you should have kept your mouth closed. You should have sealed those lips for your words have put you in danger, but sadly even though your head might be big, your eyes still can’t see the grander picture. The chances of you walking away from this match up with your Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship still in your clutches, is minimal… insignificant… and yet you still want to risk it all? Some may call you brave, but many would be more inclined to call you foolish.
Is that what you want to be known for Brittany, the foolish daughter of Crystal? The senseless daughter of Christina Rose? That’s fare from becoming a legend killer, my dear little princess… All this drive, all this passion and yet where is it leading you?
Ask Alexis, ask your mother, what it’s like to step foot inside the ring with me? Ask your dearly beloved mother what it’s like to have to face me when I am on my game? You set me a challenge Brittany an easy meal at that. But do you think for one moment that I won’t put in the work? That I won’t strive to beat you? I won’t take your challenge lightly little princess, don’t under estimate me there… for that would be a death wish. Everyone I face inside that six-sided ring gets the same amount of attention from me… it’s just most of my opponents don’t beg for their name to be set in my sights.
For being in the view of these green eyes, is hazardous to one’s health.
However, consider yourself locked and loaded, consider yourself well and truly in my sights and know for sure that after Summer XXXTreme I will be walking away from our match with your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. You’re pride and joy, your baby, your ticket to fame will no longer be within your grip, your possession, or under your control and there is only one person you can blame for this and that’s your fucking self.
Brittany Fucking Williams.
You brought this all upon yourself, when you decided to open your mouth and let my name spill from your lips. I applaud you for such confidence, but as they say… it’s better for your development to learn to walk before your set off on a run and right now little princess, you’re running a marathon, you’re running out of breath and you can’t and won’t be able to keep up. You set yourself your own limitation with your Bombshell Roulette Championship, you could have held that title for months, years maybe because unlike your mother, you’re not a yo-yo champion but yet, you decided to run your mouth and for what?
Were you looking for validation? Were you looking for recognition? Were you looking for purpose?
Because no one was patting your on your back for beating Sammi Marlowe?
Because no one was giving you the props you thought you deserved?
Because you found yourself holding a prestigious Sin City Wrestling Championship, but no one was admiring your hard work?
Foolish, little girl looking for fame and glory when you should have kept your nose to the ground and kept working hard. Foolish, fucking little girl who should have been making a name for herself instead of riding off her parents. Foolish immature little bitch, who should have been putting in the effort, with blood, sweat and tears but instead she decided to blow her own horn and for what?
For what? For her to bite off more than she can chew? Next week you will learn that reality is a hard pill to swallow and trust me little princess, just to teach you a lesson… I’ll make sure it gets wedged in your throat on the way down.
Brittany, welcome to misery little lamb for when you opened your mouth and demanded to face me in that ring, we all know you weren’t looking for my reply. You wanted me to sit back, so you could play the hero, you could play the dominate force that Sin City Wrestling is desperately crying out for. You called me out, so you could sit pretty as in your mind you thought there was no chance that I would ever come back to Sin City Wrestling. I mean why would I? I have nothing left to prove, I have nothing more to gain. My “legacy” is what it is, I wouldn’t change it and I wouldn’t have to add to it for people to know what I’m capable of. Yet, you still begged for me to come out of the darkness and step into the light? And your tools of choice, your weapons you played were mocking me? While expecting me to play the role you wanted me to play and that was the observant onlooker from the sideline.
Let’s be honest, Brittany you didn’t want me to lace up my boots for what could be very well the last time. You thought you could have this dick measuring moment for free, you thought you could sit there on your throne and tell everyone that you called out the big bad wolf and yet she refused to answer. All hail the princess, all hail the big brave sovereign.
At what point of time, did that little voice kick in, you know the one… the voice that’s in the back of your head, telling you, asking you the what if’s of every situation? That’s why I didn’t give you much rope yet believe me… yet within two weeks you have woven a long enough piece to hang yourself. So here you are, dangling in my presence and what will you do next? What will you do once I beat you at Summer XXXTreme? Will you claim that you weren’t ready? Will you demand you rematch and be just like your mother? Or will you sit up and admit it. Will you look me in the eye and admit that you were fucking wrong?
Wrong to call me out, wrong to try and belittle everything I have ever done inside that six-sided ring just, so you could get your fifteen minutes of fame. Will you finally admit, that just like your mother, you’re a joke to me… a cringeworthy punchline not worthy of a laugh? Will you look into the sea of Sin City Wrestling fans and admit that you were foolish to think that a child like you could beat a respectable woman like me? That’s a very bold difference between you and I, Brittany. You’re just a little girl, learning how to bark and not knowing how to bite…
Next Sunday is where it all comes down to it, you the reigning defending Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion, versus I… and what did you call me? the Pathetic bitch? You got one thing right, I am a fucking bitch and next Sunday you will learn what it’s like to truly be the ring with one. I won’t be easy pickings for you little princess, I’ll be a fight. A straight up, smash mouth, in your fucking face brawl and let’s look at you for a moment. Will you ever or could you ever get yourself ready for something like that? You could train all you want Brittany but the whole world knows you don’t have it fucking in you.
So, I’ll see you at Summer XXXTreme, I will meet you in that six-sided ring and I will take your Bombshell Roulette Championship away from you. Just to teach you a lesson, just to fuck with you… because once you learn that you’re not worth shit, maybe you and your cringeworthy mother will finally do what’s right… and that’s put one foot in front of the other and walk the fuck back into line. You two aren’t the be all and end all of the Sin City Wrestling bombshell division and it’s about time you woke the fuck up and realised that. You got that Salco-Syndrome and it’s making you both itchy.
Unbearable really.
You’ve got a little over a week Brittany to plan, research, train and try and come up with a way to beat me and trust me you shouldn’t waste a single fucking second because once we are both inside that ring together… you’ll need to do your absolute best to try and beat me. You’ll need everything you have to try and knock me off my feet but when it’s all said and done the results will still be the same. I walked into my Sin City Wrestling career on the Summer XXXTreme Princess cruise liner and this time I will be walking off the cruiser liner with the esteemed Bombshell Roulette championship and there isn’t any amount of training or cramming of study that you could do to change that.
I’m coming for your throat and once I compress your windpipe maybe you’ll second guess opening your mouth all the time. Consider this a life lesson Brittany, it’s best to think before you speak and it’s even better to leave people that are out of league, out of your mouth. Your punishment will be lengthily, and you have no one but yourself to thank.
You said you were doing this because greatness is in your bloodline, because this is business is in your DNA and you were born to be the legend killer that Sin City Wrestling demands? Well read my lips, I’m doing this because of three simple reasons… one I like to fight, two I don’t like being disrespected and three, because taking your title and putting you down a few notches is the disrespect that you deserve.
You’re not a queen in training, you’re not a princess and after next Sunday night you won’t even be a champion. You’re just a little girl who should have kept her mouth closed, a little bitch who should know what’s she’s worth and if were comparing numbers… you’ll stack up just like your mother… case, point and zero. Just know you tried to ruffle my feathers, you tried your best to play mind games, but it wasn’t good enough. It will never be good enough. You came knocking down my door now I hope you’re prepared now since I’ve answered it. Regardless of what Mercedes says, this isn’t just your funeral, this is a life lesson and you get to be the canvas in which the class will be taught.
Now, enjoy your last week with the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship because after Summer XXXTreme you’ll be going home alone. Now let that cold hard fact, sink in.
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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.
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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.
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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.