The scene opened up to pure darkness. Not a ray of lighting to be seen, it wasn’t uncommon for Evie to start her promotional videos in darkness but this week was different, this week felt empty. Truth be told Evie was still licking her wounds from her street fight with Char Kwan, but she was also still harbouring the side effects from payback Jessie Salco had hand delivered. The scene stayed in darkness but the airways started to crackle, as soon enough the harsh thick Australian accent was ringing through the speakers.

“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie…” Evie spoke calmly. “It’s all boiled down to this, it’s all come to a head and finally in two days time we will be standing across from each other in your playground, the chamber of extreme…” She laughed.

Evie could help but laugh, knowing that Jessie had selected the match type to suit herself but Evie knew deep down that wasn’t going to save her.

“You foolishly might think that you have the upper hand Sunday night, but I can promise you… at the Golden Ring Casino… the chamber will be washed red with your blood. Once the dust settles, there won’t be a glorious victory awaiting for you Jessie… your name won’t be praised, your arm won’t be raised… you’ll be nothing, you’ll be defeated, your streak in the Chamber of Extreme will have ended and at the end of the night you’ll have yourself to blame.” Evie paused.

Still Evie’s face was absent from the screen but her words were still ringing through the speakers.

“You see you brought this on yourself Jessie and as much as you play the victim and pretend that my attack came out of nowhere the more you mislead yourself in a false sense of security. You brought this upon yourself, when you marched down the ring to verbally cry your heart out of your mouth about how twenty twenty wasn’t your year, then you promised the world that twenty twenty-one would be better for you… you really think the greatest moment of your career boil down to the year that they take place in? Your delusional… I can promise you, you haven’t had a year, you haven’t had a moment, you haven’t even had a single second in Sin City Wrestling where people have seen you for anything more than just the curtain jerker. No one believes you when you cry for war, no one believes you when you say you’re going to make a change and demolish the roster that is thrown before you… you’ll forever be a puppet in Sin City Wrestling… your opponents will always pull the strings. And come inception… I won’t just pull your strings, I’ll wrap them around your neck and tug them.” Evie chuckled.

Her laughter was willed with evil, pure evil. Evie still refused to show her face but she continued with her words.

“So, you have decided to play the Chamber of Extreme as your ace in your attempt to sway your outcome… even Stevie can see that you’ve done that to extend tryout chances in this match, in our match… but the Chamber of Extreme sounds like a dollhouse and unlucky for you, I feel like fucking playing.” Evie scowled.

The black screen was still all that was shown as Evie continued to speak.

“I don’t think you understand whom you are going to come face to face with at Inception, I do not fear pain, I embrace it… I do not cry, I do not fold, I do not crack… I’m the bitch that brought Alexis to her fucking knees in a barbed wire match, I’m the bitch that drained her of most of her blood and for what? All because she spoke out of turn… how do you think you will stack up? I’m the bitch that brought Kate to a standstill who turned Sin City Wrestling inside out in our grudge match at the end of last year… I’m the bitch that brought the house down two weeks ago with Char and even with your efforts to steal the match away from me… I still overcame your attack, I still held it together and I still pinned Char Kwan… painted in my own fucking blood.” Evie growled.

Her face was still shielded from the camera as she spoke

“This Sunday night you’ll have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide… everything you have worked for in Sin City Wrestling will be stripped from you all within a single blink of your eyes and there is nothing you can do about it. Forever the pan Jessie, you’ll never be the queen… so do me a favour and bend the knee on Sunday night and save yourself from the mistakes you have made… attempting to get under my skin. You have moved out of turn for the last time and it’s about damn time you get out back in your place…” Evie paused.

A deep sigh escaped her lips, before a small dimmed light started to brighten up the screen showing small glimpses of the scars that were across her face thanks to Jessie and Char Kwan.

“You might have marked me, but trust me… this pales in comparison to what I will do to you at Inception.” Evie said calmly.

Evie smirked, proudly her white teeth on display between her blood red lips.

“I’ll see you on Sunday and believe me little lamb, there will be blood, your blood, as I sacrifice you before everyone… everyone will witness the final nail lodge into your coffin and once you’re removed from Sin City Wrestling… the whole world will be forced to grovel at my feet.” She paused.

Evie spoke through gritted teeth, as the dim light flashes across her face before fading back to nothing. Just darkness, just cold unforgiving darkness. There was nothing left to say, and soon enough the footage stopped rolling and the screen shut off leaving everyone to wonder, what on earth has happened to Evie Luna Jordan?

A win over Courtney Peirce wasn’t to be sneezed at, truth be told Courtney is very much the future of Sin City Wrestling. Yet, Evie didn’t have the time to celebrate, she didn’t have a spare moment to appreciate the magnitude of her victory. As soon as the bell tolled, her arm was raised in victory, her mind was already thousands of miles away in New York City to be exact. Evie moved out of the ring with haste, not waiting around to watch the end of the show from backstage, she left with Ben and headed off towards the Golden Ring Casino.
 
This is where I’ll test your memory because if you have been paying attention, you would have known that Evie had gone to Daniel Morgan and asked for a helping hand with a very sticky family matter and well with a hand shake of approval, Mackenzie and Charlotte were more than happy to assist the Aussie in her latest mission. The mission wasn’t simple, but there wasn’t a choice Evie had to do something to save her Niece. There was no way Evie was going to allow a child to suffer, at the hands of her half-sister’s mother, especially not after learning the truth of why Evie was the way that she is now.
 
While Evie was away wrestling, Charlotte and Mackenzie had moved forward with their plans while Os, Daniel and Nicky kept a close eye on Ayla. She was a flight risk as her eyes stayed glued to her watch, the time ticking down to save her daughter but even if she did want to bull rush her way to New York, she knew she didn’t have the skills or the know how to stop her mother. Evie didn’t waste time once she hit the casino floor she had moved through the motions, she showered, got changed into black jeans and tight black tank top, black ADIDAS shoes and gathered her duffle bag she had stashed there hours before Climax Control.
 
Once prepared the group convened inside Daniel’s office, standing around the room was Daniel, Os, Nicky, Ben, Ayla, Charlotte, Mackenzie and Evie. Awkward silence filled the room, as this was foreign grounds for some, yet, it was all too familiar for others. Daniel had filled in Os and Nicky the plan, even though they weren’t going with the girls they worked as a unit and if they could offer any advice, it would be taken on with much weight behind it. However, there wasn’t a stone left unturned by Evie in her plans and with the expertise of Charlotte and Mackenzie, the chances of those three leaving something out was next to non-existent. Ben was doing his best to save face, he was nervous he hated this part about Evie’s life and yet, you can’t help the girl you fall for he was defiantly finding it hard to take his girl out of the spy game, and yet finding it even harder to keep the spy out of the girl. Ayla was doing her best to offer a helping hand to Charlotte and Mackenzie who were loading their shoulders up with duffle bags, as Evie just cracked her knuckles over and over. It was to the point the sound drove Mackenzie towards the edge of breaking.
 
“Are you always this annoying before a job?” Mackenzie shouted.
 
Evie just looked up at her from her spot on the arm rest of the large black chair in Daniel’s office and flipped Mackenzie the bird. Mackenzie just rolled her eyes, as Charlotte bit down on her bottom lip trying to stifle a laugh. All the males had lifted their heads and turned their attention towards Evie and Mackenzie who even though were friends, still they were both headstrong standoffish females. Two alpha’s who refused to let up even for a good cause.
 
“Am I’m going to have to knock your heads together?” Charlotte scowled. “Because I don’t handle babysitting duties well.” She smirked, wildly.
 
Evie and Mackenzie both turned to Charlotte the same screwed up nose expression on their faces as they mocked her. All the while Ayla was looking around the room, she wasn’t sure why everyone was acting like this wasn’t a high stress situation. To her she could barely hold it together as she shouted.
 
“Shouldn’t we get moving?” Ayla questioned.
 
Everyone’s attention shifted towards her, as she nervously tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her left ear. Ayla had made a very valid point, instead of standing around taking the piss out of each other, the girls should have been moving towards the airport to hop on the Jordan’s jet and make a dash towards New York City, yet there was something stopping Evie from rushing back into a life she once lived. Turning away from Ayla, Evie looked back at the reason why she was hesitant as she looked towards her husband. It was never a good feeling knowing you would have to break a promise, but she couldn’t help but feel like he was okay with this one. Moving away from Daniel’s chair, Evie made her way towards Ben and the two stepped to the side to share a quick conversation.
 
“One piece you hear me” Ben ordered. “I’ll love you in pieces as well, but I’d prefer you to be in one.” He nervously chuckled.
 
Evie just reached up, rocking forward onto her tippy toes to press her lips to his. This part was never easy. She never knew what to say that would put Ben’s mind at rest, because the truth was simple she couldn’t guarantee she would make it back. Breaking the kiss reluctantly Evie just whispered into his right ear.
 
“I’ll do everything in my power.” Evie whispered.
 
That was as good as of promise she could make right now and Ben was happy with that. He knew Evie would do everything she could to come back home safely. It was in her nature but he knew that Evie wanted to return to him, as badly as he wanted her as well. As they shared another kiss, they were interrupted by the cocky sounding voice of Nicky George.
 
“What no farewell kisses for Nicky Boy?” Nicky George smirked.
 
Nicky was talking to Charlotte and Mackenzie who were standing in front of him, his arms outstretched as he looked for a hug. Nicky was known to be a funny man, he knew the mood needed lifting and he was trying his best to add in his two cents worth of charm. Charlotte and Mackenzie just shoved past him, shaking their heads in amusement, before they made their way towards the doorway. Ayla followed behind them, while Evie was the last one to leave the room, leaving London Underground and Ben Jordan to stay behind in Vegas and wait it all out. Daniel made his way over towards Ben, as Evie quickly did a look back to check to see if he was alright. But, to be honest she needed to rest her emerald eyes on him one more time, to calm the anger that was brewing inside her.
 
“It’s like the modern day Charlie’s Angels.” Daniel smiled proudly.
 
“Yeah but for some reason, it’s less of a let’s save the world, more let’s watch it burn vibe.” Ben chuckled, nervously.
 
Nicky George just slapped Ben on the chest with his left palm, his right arm outstretched with a glass of the whisky and without being rude Ben took it and swigged the liquid down in one swift mouthful.
 
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The four hour flight to New York, felt like a blink of the eye, no sooner had they taken off from Vegas, the wheels of the Jordan’s jet kissed the private runway outside the main part of New York City. The flight time wasn’t wasted however, as Charlotte, Mackenzie and Evie went over the plan again and again, troubleshooting ideas. The plan was simple, storm the building where Evie’s niece was being held hostage and deal with whatever comes their way as it does. They already had eyes in the sky as Calista could remotely hack into the cameras around New York City and lucky for Evie there were plenty. They knew there was about eight bodies in total in the building, but beyond the top two levels, they would have to navigate before they hit the basement the man / woman power was unaccounted for. It was the uncertainty of the basement level that had Evie breaking a sweat, it wasn’t something she was used to. She had been on countless missions and never once felt as conflicted as she did right now. I guess it was to be expected as she didn’t just have her life in her hands right now, there were five others she was responsible for. Even if Mackenzie and Charlotte were old enough and ugly enough to look after themselves, Evie had made a promise to Daniel to bring them back unharmed. 
 
Ayla was a fish out of water in this environment, but she managed to talk herself into tagging along because she swore black and blue that her daughter wouldn’t come willingly with Evie as she didn’t know who she was. That sounded ridiculous to Evie, her niece was all of two years old for crying out loud, but there was a softness in her heart when it came to Ayla and for some reason in a weird wacky way this mission could have been some valuable family bonding time between the two of them. Mackenzie made her feelings vocal from the get go, Ayla wasn’t allowed into the building until all three of them gave her the all clear over the coms. Ayla reluctantly agreed, while Evie could see the sense in what Mackenzie was saying.
 
The four girls piled out of the plane and into a car and with the morning light beaming over the horizon they knew they had to move quickly to get to their accommodation. They couldn’t risk being noticed, they couldn’t put Ayla’s daughter in danger like that and lucky for the girls, the Jordan’s still owned real estate in New York. The day ticked away painfully, as they waited for the day to turn into night once more. The timeline ticking down, leaving five days left for Ayla to come up with 40 million dollars or kiss her daughter goodbye forever, but Evie had other ideas. As the hours boiled over the moment 7pm hit their watches, Evie, Mackenzie and Charlotte started to get ready. They showered, changed into all black, each with their own little personal touches. Mackenzie had more of a pantsuit get up, while Charlotte opted for a tank top and long black jeans, a large coat draped over her shoulders to help conceal her weaponry from the nosey on lookers they would pass on their way to their cars. Evie was in all black tight leather pants, a black vest, that she delicately lined with knives, hiding the black handles perfectly as they slipped into the vest seamlessly. Over her shoulders was black leather jacket that she hiding away two loaded guns in the inside pockets. As Ayla watched the girls assemble in the main living room of the penthouse apartment that overlooks central park, she couldn’t help but swallow hard as they checked over their weapons of choice. Evie checked her knives, and double checked her hand guns while Mackenzie, just rolled her wrists loosening them up, she too had a small knife but she was more of hands on type of girl. Mackenzie was wrapping a piece of twine up into a small pocket sized loop.
 
“You don’t think you’ll have to use any of that right?” Ayla questioned.
 
Mackenzie couldn’t hide her smirk, but she bit her tongue and didn’t fire back with any witty remarks. All three of them looked at one another, before looking back down at Ayla who was seated in front of the TV nervously bouncing her right leg up and down trying to make time fly by. Evie broke away from Mackenzie and Charlotte and made her way over towards her sister, she dropped down to her knees so she could be at her level as she spoke.
 
“I get it, you’re nervous… but we won’t do anything to put your daughter at risk.” Evie tried to sound reassuring. “But you need to understand, we aren’t going to go in unprepared.” She sighed. “Just think like this… in about two hours’ time, you’ll have your daughter back… focus on that and that alone.” Evie said sternly.
 
Evie went to stand up, but Ayla placed her right hand on top of Evie’s shoulder holding her there for a moment. The two of them exchange a weird glance. Evie wasn’t used to this, she wasn’t fit to be a big sister to anyone, especially to a half blood like Ayla but she felt sympathy towards her. She knew what it was like to grow up in this world first hand, she knew what it was like to be locked in a room for months on end and she knew what it was like to be held for ransom. Ayla looked Evie directly in the eye before she parted her dry lips to speak.
 
“Her name is Quinn.” Ayla whispered.
 
Evie wanted to say that was a beautiful name, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, it was too raw for her to comprehend. She did her best to fire off a convincing smile before she made her way back up to her feet, standing up she dusted herself off and turned her attention back towards Mackenzie and Charlotte. Charlotte was quick to clear the awkward silence that had surrounded them.
 
“Alright… chop, chop you lot.” Charlotte huffed. “I don’t have all night.” She followed with a sigh.
 
Evie moved across the room and smiled towards Charlotte, who was looking down at her watch.
 
“What’s the rush? You got a hot date or something?” Evie teased.
 
Charlotte moved towards the door, looking to get this show on the road before she turned back to look at Mackenzie who was smirking wildly.
 
“I just prefer Vegas to this shit heap.” Charlotte lashed out.
 
Before Charlotte could walk out of the apartment Mackenzie fired towards her in the driest sarcastic tone of all time.
 
“Ah come on, you’re not in a rush to get back in time to catch Cassian are you?” Mackenzie fired off with a smile.
 
Charlotte didn’t reply, not a single word escaped her lips as she swung the door open and let it slam shut behind her. Mackenzie turned to Evie with a wild smile on her face, as she was pleased with her efforts in annoying Charlotte. Turning back around, Evie looked at her sister and with the simple nod of her head she let Ayla know that it was show time. Evie turned back towards Mackenzie but she too had already left the apartment and with a last minute watch check 8pm flashed up before Evie’s emerald eyes. Evie watched as Ayla gathered her things as she knew they weren’t coming back here, before she headed towards the door Evie took up the tail end of the modern day Charlie’s angels as three of them headed into an unknown battle.
 
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It took less than forty minutes to drive across town to the location they were looking for in New York, they were making great time considering the hustle and bustle of New York City at night. The shift in scenery had changed dramatically as they left the beautiful Chelsea area and moved into the abandoned, lesson flamboyant streets of Harlem. Evie had rolled her car to a stop and without a single word exchanged, Mackenzie, Charlotte and Evie all got out of the car and moved forward with the plan. Ayla knew what she had to do as she moved to the driver’s seat of the car and moved it to a few blocks over. Ayla had to stay out of sight and out of mind, the last thing any of the three woman wanted was for her to get into harm’s way or get involved and make a mess of things.
 
Evie turned to look at Mackenzie who was chomping at the bit to get inside the brown apartment block building that was right in front of her eyes. Charlotte was adjusting her ear piece, whilst Evie moved her hands up and hooked her thumbs into the back of her vest. They knew what needed to be done. They knew the first floor they needed to hit was the top floor and lucky for them, the fire escape stairs were already drawn down and ready to be climbed. It was the advantage of this area, the buildings were ill maintained and that meant easier to break into. Yet, Evie couldn’t help but shake the feeling that this was trap, it all seemed to easy but then again she was dealing with a doctor, not a crazed assassin, not an evil mob boss and even know the she had at least eight foot soldiers they couldn’t have been anyone of worth or anyone that Evie had known because she made damn sure she destroyed anyone worth a pinch of salt when she went on her mission to watch her father’s empire crumble.
 
With a simple nod of the head the three girls moved towards the building like hungry cats in the night, on the hunt. Not a sound was made between the trio, as they scaled the stairwell, not a single echo or thud was caused as they stepped lightly on the metal making their way towards the top floor of this three story building. Once they hit the top, they shadowed the building, snaking along the brick work before they reached a curtained off window. Evie moved towards it, trying to sneak a peek inside but the blacked out curtains made it impossible to judge what was going on inside. She placed a small black box on the window and within seconds she received a message through her ear piece from Calista who was working from home heavily pregnant to give the all clear.
 
“The heat sensors are picking up four bodies.” Calista whispered.
 
Evie turned to look at Mackenzie who was ready for war, whilst Charlotte couldn’t wipe the smile from her face either. They had missed being out in the field it seemed as the both tried to bull rush the window, but Evie beat them too it as she drove her right foot in the centre of the glass, shattering it into pieces. If the people inside didn’t know they were in town they sure did now. Evie smashed out the rest of the glass before she made her way through the window, pushing the curtain to the side and she was met with a shift fist to the side of her face for her efforts. Followed by a swift attempt to stab her with a pig stick. The young man that delivered the first attack didn’t stay on his feet for long as Charlotte knocked him on his arse with a swift right hook of her own. Mackenzie crunched the base of her heel down on the guys face for good measure, making sure he stayed out cold before she moved towards the next two that started to rush their way. Evie ducked the swing from the second guy, but was quick to wrap her hands around his neck as she brushed past her and with a single jerk, his body crumpled up into a heap as he fell on the ground where he stood.
 
Mackenzie drove her foot in the third guy’s midsection and Charlotte wasted very little time in introducing his face into the coffee table, his nose breaking on impact as he proceeded to go night on the kitchen floor. Evie instructed the girls to zip tie them up, Mackenzie was already working on the first attacker, as Charlotte made quick work on the third. The girls kept their heads on a swivel as Calista was convinced there was a fourth one with them on this level. Evie snaked through the kitchen and moved past a row of bedrooms and when she hit the end of the top floor, could hear a voice sound out from behind a door, a bathroom door as she could tell from the muffled echo that came behind it.
 
“She’s here.” The guy mumbled. 
 
Before he could finish alerting whomever he was on the phone to, Evie used her full body weight to plough the door inwards knocking him off his feet and sending him crashing to the floor. The guy started to swing back, but Evie viciously, without any remorse drove her foot into the bottom of his nose and drove upwards with an almighty kick. The bruising was instant as Evie watched his face turn from white, to blue. Dropping to her knees, she gathered his hands and zipped them together before she wedged another zip tie into the one around his wrists and tied him to a leg of the free standing hand basin.
 
“Who said you got to have all the fun without us?” Mackenzie said with a smirk.
 
She was now standing behind Evie, a smile from ear to ear as she watched the man that Evie had just craved the face in on, squirm in pain. He wasn’t dead, he can’t be dead… as murder isn’t allowed on the rules page. So, consider him sleeping. Charlotte had moved towards them but she didn’t get the chance to make it to them as the sound of footsteps rushed the internal stairwell. The girls moved towards the stairs and saw three people rushing up them, guns drawn ready to shoot but Mackenzie wouldn’t allow it, as she sprung to action leaping over the rails of the stairs she dropped down on top of them. The third was greeted with the pointy end of Evie’s knife as he took a swing at Charlotte. Evie slammed her left hand into the base of her knife, to drive it into his spine and before he could gasp for his next gulp of air, Charlotte and introduced his face to her right knee. Knocking him out cold. Mackenzie was now wrestling with the two others as they tried to overpower her, but Charlotte leaped towards the taller of the two knocking him on his arse before she crunched her foot into the side of his knee breaking it on impact. As he fell down to one knee, Charlotte swiftly kicked his head in.
 
Evie looked over at Charlotte impressed with her work, as she smirked towards her. Evie moved to help Mackenzie, but Mackenzie had already made light work out of him as she put him in a choke hold and within seconds he was out to it. 
 
“I thought you said this might be dangerous?” Charlotte smirked.
 
She was right it had been pretty light work as of right now, or maybe the three of them were just that damn good that all of the excitement of it all had lost a little of its shine of how predictable the “bad guys” were. As Mackenzie finished zip tying the last guy up, she motioned to Charlotte to head back up stairs and check it all out. Mackenzie moved to the middle floor as Evie made her way down to the bottom floor. The basement. The level she had no idea what she was walking into as they weren’t able to study a floor plan, or ready any heat signatures or receive any footage from even with all of Calista’s cyber digging. She waited for both Charlotte and Mackenzie to come back to her and as they quickly put together a plan, Evie took a step forward she reached down to grab hold of the door handle to open it. Praying for a miracle that it wasn’t hooked up to some sort of explosive. Yet, before she could even attempt to twist the door handle, the door opened inwards and standing before her was the face of a lady that she hadn’t seen for years.
 
There she was, the blond hair, the green eyes, the short slender build of a woman who had cared for Evie in times when others had just told her to suck it up. There was the woman who had operated on Evie who removed her ovaries, to had stolen her chance to have children, but it was also the woman who treated her burns, stitched up her cuts, iced her bruises she was like a second mother to her at times the little scared teenage girl in Evie wanted to reach out and hug her, but the evil sadistic pissed off hurt grown woman wanted to reach out and wrap both hands around her neck and wring the life out of her.
 
Evie had to stop herself and her mind from racing. She couldn’t believe it. It’s not to say that she didn’t believe Ayla’s story but for her whole life growing up the woman who was standing in front of her had been a hero, had been a saint and now she was the lady who single handedly took everything away from her?
 
“Evie darling.” Her voice was sickly sweet.
 
Veronica had always had a soft tone, it helped with her caring persona. Evie just double blinked letting it all sink in before she shook her head from side to side as if to sweep the cobwebs out from her memories and move on with the task at hand. Charlotte and Mackenzie stayed close by, but still managed to give Evie the space she deserved.
 
“I see you made light work of the boys.” Veronica smiled. “I knew you would.” She sighed.
 
Veronica took a step back into the room, leading Evie to follow. The light flickered and in the far right corner she could see her niece Quinn.  She didn’t seem frightened she didn’t seem at all concerned as she played with her dolls.
 
“I’m here for her.” Evie scowled. “So take your warm smiles and compliments elsewhere, preferably your arse and fuck off.” She huffed.
 
Charlotte and Mackenzie followed Evie into the room, Mackenzie snaked around the back of Veronica, trapping her in a triangle but Veronica didn’t seem fazed. In fact she completely ignored Charlotte and Mackenzie as her green eyes stayed stuck on Evie. Her emotions were filled with joy but Evie wasn’t buying it.
 
“Oh I can’t let you take Quinn away from me Evie… she means so much to me.” Veronica smiled.

Veronica looked back at her granddaughter for a moment, her face lighting up with joy as she watched her play with her toys.
 
“I think you mean she means a lot of money to you.” Evie barked back.
 
Veronica just smiled again as she turned back to look at Evie. She pushed a strand of her blonde hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her right ear. Evie’s emerald eyes didn’t shift from her. If Veronica moved or even flinched she was on her.
 
“Oh so I take it you know about your father’s inheritance.” Veronica chuffed. “Who knew he would leave everything he was worth to a granddaughter he never got to meet… thanks to you.” Her tone changed.
 
The friendly tone in Veronica's voice shifted to cold and vindictive. Evie had never heard it before, but once again she had been blinded by the good doctor act.
 
“I Guess Quinn has you to thank for that. Doesn’t she?” Veronica sighed.
 
She moved towards Evie, but Evie didn’t rock back as she stayed in place. Her feet planted firmly on the floor. Charlotte watched as Evie’s fists started to clench and with a simple tilt of her head she let Mackenzie aware of the state of mind Evie was swirling towards.
 
“I guess sacrifices have to be made… like the one you’re making now.” Veronica beamed.
 
Evie’s right eyebrow arched as she looked towards Veronica confused by her statement. Veronica knew this was the reaction she would get from Evie so she lapped it up.
 
“Wait… let me guess… Ayla didn’t tell you?” Veronica beamed. “So, typical of my daughter to only think of herself… forgive me Evie, she gets that trait from her father I swear.” She smiled.

Evie didn’t have time for a trip down memory lane, she didn’t have time for Veronica to read the family traits out. She wanted answers, stepping up so she was basically nose to nose with her, Evie’s blood red lips parted as she spoke through gritted teeth.

“What are you talking about?” Evie snarled.

Her emerald eyes locked on her, Evie wanted to know the truth. Charlotte and Mackenzie moved in as well as they saw Veronica go for a knife that was poking out of her pocket. They weren’t sure if Evie had missed it or not as she was blindly being fed a family story.
 
“You see I gave Ayla a choice… Quinn’s safety… for sixty million dollars… I figured that would compensate me for all the heartache I have been feeling since your father’s untimely death.” Veronica howled. “Yet, I told the little bitch that she couldn’t go running to you for help… because I told her if I ever saw your face again, I would ruin you.” She laughed, softly.

Veronica took a step back, she wasn’t afraid of Evie in fact she matched her hot headed attitude. Veronica turned on her heels and made her way over towards a large white fridge that was standing in the opposite corner to Quinn.
 
“More than you already have? I find that very unlikely.” Evie scoffed. “Now just shut the fuck up and hand her over… we’ll be taking Quinn and be on our merry way. Yeah?” She threatened.

Evie moved towards the little girl, but her direct line of eye sight was pulled away from her niece as she watched Veronica open the large standing fridge door. Freezing cold air spilled from the opening exposing that it was actually a freezer. Veronica very confidently turned her back towards Evie as she spoke, trying to find something she was looking for in the freezer.
 
“Oh… little Evie… trust me… what your sister failed to tell you… what your sister knew damn well of what I had… is going to cripple you, for the rest of your miserable days.” Veronica said proudly.

Veronica had found what she was looking for, reaching in she grabbed two tubes that were frozen she held them in her right hand as she spun around on her heels. The smile on her face was cold, her intentions were filled with pain as she parted her lips to explain herself.
 
“You see I kept these… when I took away your chance to have children after finding out that your father was going to leave his fortune to an uncreated child.” Veronica smiled. “Oh what, you don’t recognize them? Forgive me… these are your children, or well could have been… you see if you just would have handed Ayla the money you owe me. I would have sent them over to you, all tucked away in a freezer so you and your pathetic husband could have attempted to create a family… your own family, a real family with your own eggs… but no, Ayla knew the risk of bringing you here, bringing you into this and well… that chance to be the mother you have always wanted to be has once again slipped through your fingers.” She smirked wildly.

Evie was frozen stiff she couldn’t move as her eyes darted down to Veronica’s right hand. It couldn’t be true and if it was the chance of those eggs that had been frozen for well over sixteen years couldn’t be worth anything, could they? Evie took a step forward, before taking half a step back her left hand raised as she reached out towards Veronica. She wanted them, she wanted her chance to have a child and she was going to do everything she could to bring those two tubes home. As Evie ripped herself apart internally she watched on as the two tubes slipped from Veronica’s hands and plummeted towards the floor.
 
“Oh and now it appears that it has slipped through my mine.” Veronica's words dripped with poison.
 
Evie made a mad dash across the room trying to catch them before they hit the cold floor but she didn’t make it in time. The two glass tubes shattered into a million pieces. Skidding to her knees, Evie went to reach towards them. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to scoop up what was left of them, she couldn’t help herself. Her last chance of becoming a mother was now dying on the floor.

Looking up from the floor Evie’s eyes welled up she didn’t know if this was some sick joke, she didn’t know if Veronica was telling the truth. Hell Evie didn’t know what was fact or fiction anymore. All she knew is that she was angry and with one foul swoop, she launched herself back up to her feet. And ploughed herself towards Veronica, she whipped one of her knives out from the vest and had the blade jammed up against Veronica’s throat.

“YOU’RE LYING” Evie shouted. “TELL ME YOU’RE LYING!” She shrieked in pain.

As Evie pressed Veronica up against the wall she drove the side of her blade into her throat, a small streak of blood started to pool. Veronica didn’t fear Evie, she just looked directly into her eyes and smiled. She knew if she couldn’t get the money she wanted, she wanted death but before she left Veronica made damn sure she ruined everyone else’s lives the way they had ruined hers.

“Ask her.” Veronica gurgled as she spoke.

Evie watched as Veronica’s eyes shifted from Evie to across the room towards the doorway. Evie pulled her eyes away from Veronica to look back over her shoulder to see a pale Ayla staring at her shaking.

“Evie…” Ayla panted. “I can explain.” She pleaded.

Mackenzie moved towards Evie but she wasn’t fast enough. She watched as Evie’s eyes flashed with betrayal, hurt and coldness. She was seething, Veronica’s smile disappeared as Evie drove the knife up to her throat once more, applying more pressure before a cracking sound filled the room. Charlotte and Mackenzie already knew what had happened they had heard that sound time and time again. Charlotte made her way towards Ayla as she shouted.

“EVIE!!! NOOOO!!!” Ayla cried.

It was too late, it was far too late for Ayla to try and save her mother because even with her timely appearance all Evie could do was picture her face as she looked towards Veronica. It was over in an instant and Veronica just simply dropped to the floor, piling up on top of herself. Mackenzie reached Evie grabbing her and pulling her away from Veronica who was gasping for air still holding on to life. Meanwhile Charlotte had dragged Ayla into the room and pushed her over towards her daughter. Once Ayla’s eyes laid on Quinn she made light work of the distance between herself and her daughter. Scooping her up in her arms Ayla cradled her bursting into tears as they reunited. Evie just turned around, she saw the happiness in Ayla’s eyes but she couldn’t return the joy. She couldn’t return the love, ducking her head down Evie just made her way towards the exit. She needed fresh air, she needed the cold New York air on her face so she could feel something other than the pure rage that was flowing through her veins coursing like hot lava.

Evie needed to get the fuck out of this city, she needed to head to Vegas to be with the only person who could calm her. She needed her Husband. She needed Ben Jordan.

#
 
There was no real rush to get back to the plane, no one was chasing them, yet Evie couldn’t stop herself from speeding. The way she took corners, it flung Mackenzie, Ayla and Quinn into each other as if they were playing an unofficial game of backseat corners. Evie’s bloodied hands gripped the wheel as she tried to force down the words that Ayla’s mother had just said to her, it was taking every ounce of strength in her body to lash out towards her sister, but she didn’t have the words right now she didn’t have the time. Evie just wanted to get back to the plane, get back to Vegas and get away from New York City a city she once loved, a city that held so many precious memories of her and Ben’s early days. Yet, not all she could taste was deceit, all she could feel was lies, it crippled her as the words played over and over in her mind. As he clouded mind was elsewhere, Evie almost missed a turn, but she quickly shifted down and hit the corner at top speed, sending the passengers in the backseat to tussle around before Charlotte shouted towards Evie. 
 
“Are you trying to get us all killed?” Charlotte snarled. “Because I don’t fancy dying with you lot.” She huffed.
 
Evie just looked over towards Charlotte, before making the final turn into the private airport proceeding alongside the tarmac before pulling up in a swift stop before the parking garage where the rich and famous housed their vehicles before jetting off on super holidays in their private jets. Without a care, she rolled up towards the parking space that she and Ben rented, she waited for the door to roll up before she pulled the car into park. As soon as the tyres came to a halt, Evie powered down the vehicle and she was out of the car. She didn’t muck around as she moved towards the boot lifting it up before she started to pile out their belongings. Mackenzie knew Evie was furious, she could sense it but not just that it was written all over her face as Evie’s emerald eyed never left Ayla. It was as if she was sizing her up, it was as if she was the next meal set in Evie’s sights.
 
Charlotte looked towards Mackenzie, who picked up the silent message she was sending. Both girls of London Underground scooped up their belongings and before Mackenzie pushed Ayla who had Quinn in her arms towards the direction of the Jordan’s plane. Turning back to look towards Evie, Charlotte was trying to see what the holdup was, but she didn’t need to wait for answers as she could already tell what was wrong with Evie. Evie had slammed the trunk of the car down, her right hand coming up to her side as she clutched it, before she raised her hand up towards her, blood was dotted over Evie’s open palm. She has been sliced in the siege to take back little Quinn and hadn’t bothered to check the pain that was radiating through her body until now.
 
Once Evie realised that she was bleeding, that’s when her eyes saw red. Wiping the blood off her hand using her shirt, Evie swung her duffle bag over her shoulder before she made a mad rush towards Ayla. She was livid. Her heart was pounding as she caught up to Ayla and Mackenzie, there was not time for rational thinking, Evie couldn’t see out of the forest through the trees. She didn’t care that Ayla was cradling her niece in her hands, all she wanted was answers, and she needed answers so she demanded them.
 
“HOW COULD YOU?” Evie screamed.
 
Ayla spun around carefully, holding onto Quinn who was fast asleep in her mother’s arms. She saw the look of fury in Evie’s eyes and she knew her sister was unpredictable, she knew damn well what Evie was capable of. She killed their father for crying out loud. Ayla took a step back, but she didn’t have to add distance between herself and her sister, as Mackenzie was now standing between them both.
 
“Evie… please…I didn’t have a choice.” Ayla’s voice buckled.
 
Ayla stood behind Mackenzie, using her as a shield. Mackenzie kept taking steps back but not to get away from Evie but to continue them on their path towards the Jordan’s jet. Evie didn’t care as she ate up the space between them and through gritted teeth she shouted towards her sister over Mackenzie’s shoulder.
 
“You HAD a choice, you’ve ALWAYS had a choice.” Evie howled
 
Evie launched towards Ayla, perhaps she had forgotten all about Quinn in her blinded rage about having her chance to have children, her own children with Ben ripped out from underneath her again. That didn’t stop Evie from firing straight towards Ayla, with her right hand Evie looked as if she wanted to wrap her fingers around Ayla’s throat but Mackenzie quickly caught her arm mid swing, yanking on it and forcefully throwing it back towards Evie.
 
“EVIE NO!” Mackenzie spoke sternly. “You don’t want to do this.” She quickly followed up.
 
Mackenzie and Evie were now nose to nose, as Ayla ran towards the plane. Evie forced her hand from Mackenzie’s grip her eyes lifting from her to watch Ayla board her plane a sick and demented smirk on her face.
 
“Oh I think I do.” Evie trailed off.
 
Evie went to side step Mackenzie, the mission was simple hurt Ayla. However as Evie went to take a step forward the world went pitch black around her.
 
WHACK!
 
The Aussie hit the deck as Charlotte stood over a satisfied smile beaming on her face.
 
“That should shut her up.” Charlotte smirked.
 
Mackenzie looked up at Charlotte with a smile, but a hint of concern in her eyes.
 
“Took you look enough.” Mackenzie chuckled.
 
Charlotte just shrugged her shoulders and the two girls got to work as they scooped the lifeless Evie up and dragged her towards the plane. Now, they just had to get them both to Vegas without any more fights erupting.
 
##

It was the wee hours of the morning in Vegas and Jordan's jet was back on the tarmac across from the hustle and bustle of the Vegas strip. Ben had watched the flight tracker on his phone carefully so he knew exactly where his wife was and when she was going to land. He had made his way to the airport, received clearance and made his way over towards the hanger he rented whilst in town. Only Daniel from London Underground had travelled with Ben as the two males watched as the plane parked up, the final checks were done before the door popped open and out the girls walked. Ayla was first with Quinn in her hands, Charlotte followed closely keeping herself between Ayla and Evie at all times. Mackenzie was third to walk down the steps her feet hitting the Vegas ground bringing a half smile to her face. The four girls made their way towards Daniel and Ben thankful to be alive and back with people they knew. Ben couldn’t help but notice the absence of his wife, he looked towards the plane with a painful look in his usual calm blue eyes.

“Where’s Evie?” Ben question.

The hint of fear was evident in his tone. Mackenzie just sighed and did her best to reassure him. Charlotte moved Ayla and Quinn to the side so she couldn’t hear what  Mackenzie was about to say.

“She’ll be okay physically, Charlotte stitched her up wonderfully… a small knife wound, nothing she hasn’t already had a hundred times before.” Mackenzie smiled, but quickly continued. “Although mentally… your wife is going to be fucked.” She grimaced.

Ben looked down at Mackenzie, his eyebrows coming together as if to question her words.

“Turns out old half blood isn’t as sweet and innocent as she appears.” Mackenzie spat out. “Anyways, it’s none of my fucking business but you’ll probably have to go up and collect Evie… we had to knock her out to get her on the plane, or other wise she was going to neck this one.” She sighed.

Mackenzie just tapped Ben on the shoulder as if to say “you’re in for a rough one” but Ben just shrugged it off before making his way towards his jet. As he made it to the bottom step, he looked up to see Evie making her way out of the doorway. She stumbled down the first step before Ben reached her in the middle, catching her in his arms. Evie just wrapped her arms around him, holding on as tightly as she could muster.  She felt like shit, her side was stinging while the back of her head was pounding. Looking over Ben’s shoulder she saw Charlotte and Mackenzie standing with Daniel telling him all the details while Ayla stood to the side checking over Quinn in the daylight  to make sure she was okay. Ben tried to pull away from the hug to look down at his wife, but Evie refused to let him go.

“You okay, Eves?” Ben whispered.

Evie didn’t have words right now, she just shook her head to say no. She wasn’t okay. Even though she had saved her niece she had lost their chance of having a baby. Evie hated harping on about it, but she was gutted over and over again. Ben wrapped his arms around her tightly too scared to let her go, as he felt his wife melt into his arms. Ben was her safe place and he knew all too well being wrapped up in his arms was all she wanted to do right now. He would have to wait a little longer for answers but Ben knew his wife wouldn’t hold them in for long. As Ben lifted Evie off her feet he walked her down the last two steps before putting her back on solid ground. She moved away from him to look him in the eyes, he could see the pain behind them. However before she could say anything Ayla had made her way up behind them.

“Evie, please.” Ayla spoke. “I need to explain.” She rushed her words.

As Ayla made bold steps towards her sister, Evie took a step back running into Ben who rested his hands on her shoulders.

“You... you got it all, you have it all.” Evie’s voice started to break. “Your family took away my choices, you took away my voice just to use me... over and over again.” An aching creak escaped her lips.

Ayla took a step back but before she could speak Evie cut her off.

“Stay the fuck away from me. You hear me? We are done, we are so fucking done.” Evie whispered.

Ben knew Evie had hit the next level mad because she was being quiet, defensive, and pushing people away. That’s how he knew Ayla had done her dash with Evie. If she wanted you around, she would be vocal. Evie was a passionate fighter but when she spoke to Ayla she was nothing but defeated. Ben watched as Ayla went to speak, but he raised his right index finger to stop her. She took the hint and spun on her heels before, collecting her belongings, picking up her daughter and making her way across the tarmac towards the exit. Evie watched on even though she hated every single fibre in Ayla’s being right now, she still looked on as she walked out of her life… hopefully for good. If she knew what was good for her.

“Time for a drink.” Daniel spoke out loud. “Lucky I know a place that’s local.” He chuckled.

Ben gave Daniel a look that said they would catch up, it was an unwritten language males could understand in the form of eyebrow talk. Charlotte, Mackenzie and Daniel headed off towards the building so they could make their way back to the two cars that were waiting. Evie just stayed behind, she knew she had to thank the girls for their help but right now she was speechless. Ben just reached down and held her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it to soothe her. They were in for a rough few weeks, he knew this from the broken look in her eyes.

##

The scene opened up on the back deck of the Jordan’s beautiful lakeside home. The sun was setting, tucking itself in for the night while the stars were just starting to wake up and glitter the night sky with their greatness. The moon was half, but still it was glowing fighting for its time in the sky as the sun still held on for as long as it could. Evie could be seen making her way towards the camera, she was dressed in a long floor length blood red dress, her long black hair was down and curled flowing in the breeze on top of her head she wore a crown of thorns that had been pushed into her skull hard enough to cause some streaks of blood to drool down her forehead. Evie didn’t waste any time once she knew the camera was on her and recording she parted her blood red lips and she started to speak as she moved towards the camera.

“Kate… Kate… Kate…” Evie sighed. “How many fucking times? You run your mouth over and over and you always end up in the same situations in the same messes and this Sunday night at High Stakes will be no different. You might think that you have gotten your way with this match, you might think this is your perfect way to redeem yourself when it comes to your win loss track record when it comes to standing across the ring from me… but I can assure you, this Sunday night won’t be your return to glory, it won’t be your moment to shine… it will be your downfall it will be your reminder… it will be your FINAL wake up call.” She snarled.

Evie moved towards the camera, letting her hair get caught up in the cool evening breeze.

“How many times do we have to repeat the same process? You tell the world that you hate me, but then on the other hand you tell the world that you respect me… you don’t respect me and you sure as fuck don’t hate me. You envy me, you want to be me and no matter how hard you try to kick your career off in the right direction, you always make it to the final hurdle that stops you reaching your potential and lately that hurdle has been me… Sunday night won’t be no fucking different you think that this big win for you is just around the corner but I can promise you, you’re sadly fucking mistaken. For all your effort and all you might will be ripped to shreds once again and you’ll be left lying flat on your back wondering where it all went wrong for you.” Evie smiled.

Evie approached the camera, a wild smile on her face.

“I’ll tell you exactly where you went wrong. Every time you opened your mouth about me, every time you tried to extend an olive branch in my direction.  You think anyone is buying this crap about you hating me? You think people are buying your stories about how you want to best me? It’s bullshit you want to be me, you want to be friends with me… you want me to see you as an equal that’s why you constantly kiss my arse that’s why you’re constantly in my fucking business… it’s why you’re always inserting yourself in my line of sight, because you're begging to be accepted. You might preach greatness but I know… the cockiness that you speak is formulated off a weak foundation. Although you don’t lack drive, you’re driven off false confidence. You know damn well no matter how many times you stand across the ring from me, you’ll always be second, you’ll always be beaten.” Evie smirked.

She swept a lock of her long black brown hair behind her right ear, her focus didn’t shift from the camera's lens.

“I said this last time we came face to face… you might have beaten me and stopped me from winning the Internet championship, but since then… you’ve been in my rear view mirror. Your victory over me didn’t hinder me, it didn’t cripple me it didn’t stop me and while you’ve been stuck in the midcard… I’ve been dominating the main events. I’ve been headlining shows, I’ve been winning tournaments, I’ve become a two time World Bombshell Champion… my last reign put the bombshell roster back on the fucking map. What have you done? Nothing… you haven’t stepped up, you’ve stepped back… you’re stuck in fucking limbo and come Sunday night, you’ll reach out for greatness once again… only to have your hand slapped away.” Evie smirked, wildly.

Evie moved towards the camera, the night starting to settle in as the moon moved across the sky.

“There is no chance in hell you're going to advance past me at High Stakes, there is no chance in hell you're going to be granted a chance to be seen as equal to me. You will be beaten once more the only difference is this time you’ll be beaten within an inch of your life. You’ll be left hanging in a balance because there are no rules, no holds banished, no disqualifications. I can and I fucking will do everything in my power to destroy you. I will take everything you pride yourself on and destroy it. There won’t be time for Showtime Kate to make an appearance there won’t be time for a Diamond display because I will and trust me I fucking guarantee this I will crush your fucking throat. I will rip out your vocal cords I will use them to sing you a fucking song of respect. I will use them to teach you a fucking lesson of knowing your worth and what are you worth to Sin City Wrestling? Nothing and what are you worth to me Kate, even fucking less. You're just an annoying little pissant who refuses to give up, when time and time again the world has shown you… we don’t want you here! We don’t need you here and your dreams of becoming the next big thing in Sin City Wrestling have already expired, you’re old news and no matter how many times you try and reinvent yourself, you’ll still be a washed up wanna be mermaid who believes she is worth a pinch of shit. News flash… no one gives a shit, they never have and they never win.” Evie snarled, evilly.

Evie moved along the deck, turning to the lake was now the backdrop of her promotional video. It was her happy place, it’s where she felt most at ease. With a quick break to ponder on what to say next, Evie didn’t waste the viewers time as she quickly moved on.

“Once I end you at High Stakes and once James polishes off Teddy in a wrestling classic and takes his Internet Championship away from him… you should do us all a favour. Pack your bags and fuck off. Take time away from the spotlight and come back when you have your heads fucking checked. You need the break, you need to clear your minds and come back when you know what path you want to walk along because this choppy, good girl bad girl routine is doing everyone’s fucking head in. Trust me. This wishy washy attempt to stay in the spotlight is only extinguishing your own fucking flames. You're just too caught up in being the best to see what’s in front of you. You’re too caught up with a reality that isn’t going to happen for you to notice what you have and what you have is limited talent… what you have is low level at best, you should stick to that… you should own that, you shouldn’t try and puff out your chest and claim to world that you’re the best bombshell on this roster for twenty fucking twenty because what have you done? What did you do that was so ground shaking this year? Nothing absolutely nothing and that trend won’t change on Sunday… your luck won’t shift, your chances of beating me will be sour and there is nothing you can do about it. It’s destiny Kate.” Evie paused.

She smirked towards the camera, the look of the devil in her emerald eyes.

“Everytime we step inside the ring it doesn’t matter. I will always walk out far better off than you. You might have pinned me once, but since then… losing hasn’t really been in my deck of cards you on the other hand? You get on a roll of wins and when it matters the most you trip, stumble and fucking fall. High Stakes reads the same for you. Sunday won’t be your time to shine, it won’t be your chance to steal the show… it will be a lesson that all dreams are replaced with nightmares and Kate… I am your forever nightmare I am the one bombshell that has your fucking number. I am the bombshell that drives you insane because you know you can’t and you will never be as great as me… you won’t ever step close to being anything like me, you will always been in the shadows you will always be the understudy you’ll always be second best and that fucking eats you alive. My fucking exsistance eats you alive and you can’t fucking stand it.” Evil snarled.

She looked towards the camera with a smirk so wild it just screamed of evil.

“That’s why this Sunday night when you have the chance to silence me… you’ll fail because I cripple you with fear. No matter what you throw at me, no matter what you do to me at High Stakes, I will laugh in your face as you attempt to make me feel anything other than sympathy for you. All those moves you have planned on your head, all those weapons you think you’re going to use to hurt me… will be nothing more than a flesh wound… for what I do to you will cut deeper when I expose you for the fraud that you are. When I cut you open and gut you like a fucking fish in front of a live audience, in front of the world… your weaknesses will be exposed… your lack of talent will be highlighted and once again you’ll be my little bitch.” Evie smirked.

Evie tilted her head to the side adjusting her crown so that more blood started to trickle down her face.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown of violence and believe me Kate… you wouldn’t be able to stand up if you had this weight upon your shoulders. So, I’ll be a darling and carry it for you… I’ll be a darling and end your suffering this Sunday night at High Stakes. Then once again I’ll leave you in the shadows as I move on to reclaim my position at the head of the table.” Evie smiled, wildly. “And I don’t even need the World Bombshell Championship to fucking prove it.” She smirked

With those last words spoken the camera panned in on Evie’s smiling face, as blood streamed down her cheeks before sliding off her face dropping to the ground. She was focused for her match at High Stakes and she was going to take it all, via bloodshed and victory.

To be continued, you say. Well… let’s hit resume play and get this show on the road…

Evie knew her decision to hand over a bag full of diamonds wasn’t going to be a popular one. She knew that the moment she opened her front door, there was going to be two sets of eyes looming over towards her, glaring at her with judgement. That’s why Evie took the last five minutes before her three-hour time window was up, to enjoy the intoxicating joys of nicotine in the form of two cigarettes she chain smoked on her front patio. As she crushed the last butt into the flowerpot by the front door, she moved some of the soil over it to hide the evidence. However, even Evie knew that wasn’t going to protect her from the smell of smoke that had seeped into her hair and clothes. With a painful sigh, she turned towards her front door and reached for the handle but before she could twisted it to let herself in, the door swung inwards as Ben greeted her with a cheerful grin.

Ben couldn’t hide his concern, even with his big goofy smile on his face the look in his crystal-clear blue eyes said it all he was worried about Evie. He was worried about her decision to pay her sister off, he was troubled by the words he had heard his wife speak earlier. Did Evie really want to get to know her long lost half-sister? Was Ayla someone that Evie really wanted in her life? Then to hear her shut Evie down like a flock of ducks in open season, Ben knew Evie didn’t handle rejection well. It wasn’t a reaction Evie was used to, Evie was the type of girl who nine times out of ten got what she wanted and if she was every denied the tenth object, she moved and heaven and hell to get it by any means necessary. However, Evie’s outstretched hand, that she offered toward Ayla early was slapped away with ease.

The Jordan’s just oddly stood there one on either side of the door frame, unsure what to do next as Ben was busy studying his wife. While Evie was trying to figure out what was going on in that big adorable head of his. She couldn’t tell if he were mad at her, she couldn’t tell if this were the calm before the storm, but all Evie could be certain of, is that she was glad she was home in one piece. There was no gun fire, there was no fist fights, no war, no new scars, and that was rare for her.

Evie made the first move as she walked right into Ben’s opens arms and instantly his strong muscular arms closed around her. Pulling her in towards him, Ben made sure Evie was out of the way before the door collected them on the way past. She could feel his hands checking her over, even if he tried to hide it as a hug. Ben pulled his face away from hers, his hands reaching up to hold her arms as he looked directly into her eyes.

“Are you hurt?” Ben whispered.

There was a tone of concern in his voice that had Evie wanting to reassure him as quickly as possible.

“No. I’m good.” Evie replied.

Evie looked herself up and down, she wasn’t sure why she knew no harm had been done to her, but it was a strange feeling to come back from a “mission” without an odd bump or bruise. It was new to her, but then again it wasn’t like she was fighting the unknown she was dealing with her half-sister who she might not have known in person but from the information Calista and herself were able to dig up there was no cause for alarm for Evie’s safety. It was just the uncertain feeling of that Ayla wasn’t working alone but who knows, Evie couldn’t know for sure she just had to hope that today’s offerings were enough to keep Ayla satisfied and not leak any of Evie’s past discretions.

“Are you okay?” Ben questioned.

Ben watched his wife take a step back, her mind running over time. Was she okay? Evie had just reached out to her half-sister looking to extend an olive branch and it was all thrown in her face over a stupid request for money. Deep down Evie wanted some form of family in her life. It wasn’t that Ben wasn’t enough for her, he was, and he was more than enough it was just since the death of her father Evie thought she was the last living Baang. Since finding out that there was a sibling, even if Ayla was only halfblooded, there was still that family tie that subconsciously she didn’t want to let go of. Evie looked back up towards Ben, he could see the grimace on her face, so he knew she was about to sugar-coat her feelings for the moment.

“It is what it is.” Evie complained.

The disappointment in her tone was evident, it wasn’t the elephant in the room anymore. It was well and truly known. Ayla’s behaviour had crushed Evie, even if she was unwilling to say those exact words out loud. Evie just walked back into Ben’s opened arms and rested her forehead against his chest, thankful that things had at least gone smooth enough today that she was able to walk back into her house unharmed, alive, and back into Ben’s arms. Regardless of what had happened earlier Evie was back in her happy place, and even though her trademark smile was on her face for now, she was grateful for the blessing that was before her eyes, and in her arms. Their hug didn’t last for long, as the sound of their voices had travelled down the hallway into their bedroom and like the speed of lightening Bear was hurdling towards them both, unremorseful of any causalities as he skidded towards their knees at full speed. All the Jordan’s could do was brace for impact as sixty-five kilograms of fluffy excitement spear headed towards them, tongue out, drool spooling and fur flying.

#

Evie moved further into her house and she was greeted with smiling face of her best friend Calista.  Calista had already taken over Ben’s large TV in the living room. His remotes had been pushed to one side, as now two laptops sat upon their round coffee table, a cord ran from one laptop towards the TV. Evie didn’t waste any more time as she reached up to the top button on her black leather jacket, ripping it off with ease she tossed it up in the air towards Calista who caught it. Ben watched on as the two girls go to work at lightening fast speed, as Calista broke down the button that was in fact a small camera. She slipped out a micro SD card and within seconds the card was slotted into the smaller silver laptop. The TV flickered to life and now on the screen was a replay of today earlier events.

Evie didn’t bother to walk around her expensive leather chairs, she leapt over the back of it, before taking a seat. Bear had made his way round, he was used to family movie days and night and he thought today was no different. Ben on the other hand chose to stand in the corner and watch Calista and Evie work. He wasn’t sure why they were replaying Ayla’s words from this morning, but he could tell by the way Evie was counting the knocking sound of Ayla’s fingertips tapping the table that there must have been a message in there somewhere. 

Evie rocked forward in her chair, her elbows came to rest on the top of her knees as she looked up at the TV screen, trying to analyse her little sister’s body language. There was no way on god’s green earth that Ayla belonged in this game, she was too shaky, to nervous and to scripted, to be a big bad crime lord. Just as Evie went to reach across the coffee table and grab hold of a pen and paper, she was distracted by the sound of Calista coughing, before her head tilted backwards as if to shift Evie’s attention towards Ben. Turning back to look at Ben, Evie could tell there was trouble brewing and without a moment missed, the words fired out of Ben’s lips.

“I can’t believe you gave her diamonds.” Ben scoffed.

The TV was now showing the moment that Evie handed over her prized black Birkin bag that contained 20 million dollars-worth of diamonds. Evie saw the heated look in Ben’s eyes she knew this could have been an issue. This was never an outcome the pair had spoken about and from all their previous conversations Evie wasn’t the type of girl to pay anyone off even if it meant keeping her identity safe. Evie had other ways to keeping people quiet and reaching into the pockets of the Jordan’s was one of them. Evie looked towards Calista, even her best friend was giving her that look that screamed “I can’t believe you did this.”

“They weren’t our Diamonds, so please the both of you calm down.” Evie huffed.

Evie tried to return her focus to the audio, trying to piece together what her sister was trying to tell her with the tapping of her fingernail onto the hard table top but she couldn’t stay focused for long as she felt two sets of eyes glaring right at her. three if you wanted to count Bears.

“So, you stole some to pay her off?” Ben’s eyebrows came together, confused.

Ben made his way across the room, he was patient man with Evie and never just went off at her without letting her give an explanation first. Evie watched as he made his way over towards her, so she held his gaze when she replied.

“No recently, if that’s what you’re asking?” Evie snapped back. “I’ve had them for ages.” She smirked.

Evie was trying to keep this light, but she knew Calista and Ben weren’t just going to let this go. She watched as Ben took a seat on the armrest of the brown leather couch, his eyes darting between Evie and the TV. Calista couldn’t help herself as she let out a giggle, she knew exactly what diamonds Evie was talking about now and things were starting to make sense for her part.

“The Tower of London job from 2014?” Calista chuckled to herself.

Reaching across Calista squeezed Evie’s right leg. The Tower of London job was one of their greatest heists and yet, they rarely ever spoke of it. However, Evie couldn’t wipe the smile off her face once Calista had mentioned it.

“Yes.” Evie laughed back.

Ben watched as his wife and her best friend exchanged a glance that only two best friends could, it was as if they were retelling the story without exchanging any words. It took a while for it to sink in, but once it had, Ben pushed himself back off the arm rest with a powerful stride.

“HEY…” Ben shouted. “I took you to the Tower of London and you said you had never been there before?” he questioned.

Ben made his way behind Evie, he reached out and place his hands on her shoulders giving them a tight squeeze. He wasn’t hurting her, but he wanted her to know he was right behind her. Evie looked up at the Tv and she could see the outline of his reflection. There was a cool goofy smile on his face, Evie could tell that by the tone in Ben’s voice.  Evie tilted her head back, so she could look up at her husband with a beautiful smile on her face.

“Well...” Evie paused. “It’s not a lie… technically you took me for the first time, the other time I didn’t have a great deal of time to look around and take in the history.” She smiled.

Evie winked at him, but Ben let go of her shoulders and the features on his face changed as he acted hurt by her words. She watched as Ben made his way around the front of the chair, to look her in the eye when he spoke.

“This is explains why when we went into see the Queen’s Jewels you were like” Ben paused. “Oh my god wow they look so real.” His tone had changed to a mocking Australian accent.

Calista and Evie couldn’t help themselves as they laughed at Ben’s Australian accent. Ben threw his hands up in the air defeated. He wasn’t really mad at Evie, he knew she had a life before him and at times he would learn things about her that would rattle him a little. Evie was surprised she wasn’t thrown out of the house right then and there for hijacking some of his beloved Queen’s jewels, but Ben seemed to be keeping a lid on that conversation, to made a little bit later when Calista wasn’t around.

“Well on that note, I’m going to go work out how many white lies I’ve been given over the years.” Ben joked.

Evie smiled at Ben, as Ben looked towards Calista who was googling coordinates as she thought that might have been what Ayla was trying to lead them to. He knew it was going to be a long day for the two females and if he knew anything, that was not be in the way when they were trying to figure something out. Ben took his leave from the room, and Evie called out just as Ben was walking down the hallway towards their bedroom.

“I love you.” Evie called out.

She didn’t even turn to look at him, she didn’t have to Evie knew he was still smiling but Ben quickly called back towards her. 

“No… I’m still processing that one as well.” Ben called back.

Calista looked up at Evie catching a frown, but the frown didn’t last long as the two girls got straight back into work. Evie knew she had some making up to do with Ben later, but right now they had to figure out what Ayla was trying to tell her, or had she been fooled once more by her little sister?

#

Evie and Calista spent the next two hours trying to figure out the message and from their years of working together and in this game it didn’t take them long to discover it wasn’t a phone number, it wasn’t a location, it wasn’t a combination it was a code. Ayla was reaching out with the old alphabet code that alone help confirm that Ayla wasn’t from this world. The two words that Ayla was spelling out are what shocked Evie the most… HELP ME. Evie hadn’t been a sister for long but even she knew that wasn’t something that would be easy for a sister to ask another especially when they knew nothing about each other. Evie wasn’t sure what she meant or how she was meant to help, or what to even help her from but she was going to do everything in her power to find out the who, what, when, where and why of this situation. Deep down Evie wanted Ayla in her life, she didn’t know why, nor she could even try and explain it. Family was family after all.

Moving away from her position on the couch, Evie went to make he way down the hallway to let Ben know the good news, however the sound of his bare feet slapping against the wooden floorboards brought Evie to a dead stop, before she even reached the hallway.

“OH, THAT’S IT… THIS… THIS I CAN’T STAND FOR.” Ben called from across the room. “WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS?” Ben shouted.

Ben was making his way down the hallway in his left hand was a bunched-up piece of material. His hands were balled up as fists as he shook his empty on towards Evie as he made his way back into the living room. Calista was looking up at them both from her seat across the room, a weird look on her face as she had no idea what was going on, but Evie on the other hand was smiling as if she had just won the lotto.

“That’s a West Ham shirt, my love.” Evie smirked.

Evie watched Ben’s eyes grow wide, so much so the whites that surrounded his crystal blues were highlighted. Ben made the last few steps towards Evie, he ducked down to speak directly into her face.

“Do I look like a West Ham supporter to you?” Ben fought back.

Evie was almost choking on her laughter while Ben was livid towards her. Before Evie could explain the shirt situation to Ben, Calista’ soft spoken voice stole their attention.

“I’m not sure... what this all means.” Calista frowned, confused.

Evie looked towards her best friend who had made her way from the couch over towards the pair of them. She wasn’t sure if this was a real right or one of those ones Ben and Evie did mucking around to keep each other on their toes. Ben however, looked as if Evie had murdered a puppy. Evie turned to look towards Calista with a wild smirk on her face.

“It’s from Ben’s emergency escape plan bag…” Evie chuckled. “It so you couldn’t be identified. I couldn’t send you into the world with a Millwall jersey on, now could I? That would give you away.” Evie sighed.

She looked back towards Ben, who had dramatically thrown the shirt onto the floor in rage. Calista watched on as Evie reached out towards Ben who just weaved his way out of her hands.

“I’d rather be dead than be seen in this.” Ben scowled.

Ben stepped over the jersey before he moved towards the kitchen bench where Evie had left his get away passport. He was peaking in frustration and Evie could tell he was a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off. It was the Millwall blood that was flowing through his veins, that couldn’t let him see the genius behind his disguise. Ben reached across the bench and snapped up his passport and he turned around, to glare at Evie. 

“And let me guess you gave me a terrible alias?” Ben huffed. “Let me see here… my new name is Maxwell Samson Dean.” His voice trailed off.

As Ben spoke his loud voice trailed off into a much softer calmer tone as he read the name Evie had arrange for him on his passport. It was a mixture of three of his best friend’s names all mashed together. Maxwell for Max Burke, Samson for Sam Marlowe, and Dean as in Jamie Dean. A cheeky nod to Jamie Dean as well, if one day he ever discovered that Evie had given Ben his last name, she was sure he would faint from excitement.

“Horrible innit?” Evie mocked him, the British accent dripped in her tone.

Evie smiled, she knew he felt like an idiot from the way his head dropped, and he made his way over towards her. Ben didn’t waste a second as he wrapped his arms around Evie bringing her into a hug, before he bent down and place his lips on her cheek giving her a soft delicate kiss.

“I love you.” He said softly.

Evie continued to smile as refused to hug him back before she wittily bit back at him.

“I thought you weren’t so sure of that?” Evie grinned wildly.

Before Evie could wiggle free from his arms, he held onto her and bear hugged her. Evie turned towards him and gave him the smile he was chasing and the two quickly and briefly exchanged a small kiss on the lips. Calista just shook her head from side to side, she couldn’t keep up with the Jordan’s the way they were hot and cold with each other and yet, at the end of the day there they were in each other’s arms adoring each other. Their relationship to a lot of people didn’t make sense at times, but it was days and moments like these that reminded the outsiders looking in that they would always have each other’s backs and they would forever keep each other entertained and on their toes as they never fully expected what the other would or could do next.  Today had been a successful day and now, looking forward all Evie had to worry about is what on earth her sister Ayla wanted her help with?

##

The scene opened up just outside the Jordan’s Bar Harbour Lake house. Evie could be seen standing on the edge of the pier that hung over the water and she looked towards the calmness of her surroundings. She was dressed in all black, from her thick wrestling boots, to her black ripped jeans, to a black tank top that was tucked into them. Around her waist was a large Gucci belt buckle, while draped proudly over her right shoulder was the prestigious Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship. As the camera made its way towards Evie, she head the first wooden slat on the pier creak under the camera man’s foot and that’s when she knew she was in ear shot of the microphones.

“Alicia... Alicia… Alicia… You’re like the dog with a bone that refuses to give up. I beat you at Summer XXXTreme and then again at Climax Control to retain my prestigious World Bombshell Championship… and that result didn’t sit well with you, it rattled you so much so, you had to take a moment in time and weigh up your options and you chose to remove yourself from the title picture… and yet, that turned out to be a lie as soon as the first chance stumbled across your hands, you reached out and took that battle royal by both hands and you shocked the life out of it. You made sure, that your name was the one in lights because just like Kate… you love the glitz, not so much the glamour but you love having your name surrounded by lights, you love having your name attached to the World Bombshell Championship, that you couldn’t even allow someone else the chance to reach their full potential and why would you? You’re a World Championship title whore… You’re always fucking hungry whenever there is a belt to be won, a title to secure, a trophy to be awarded.” Evie sighed.

Evie turned to look down at her World Bombshell Championship proudly. She was sick of seeing it being passed around like some best dressed award, since winning it she had taken a lot of pride in knowing she wasn’t just another transitional champion in this company. However, she didn’t have time to dive into that she had other things to focus on. Lifting her hand up she looked towards the camera once more and continued with her promotional video.

“Look who’s always at the front of the line when it comes to World Bombshell Championship opportunities? Look who can’t help themselves and always has to be the cat amongst the pigeons. You know for a woman who tells the world that she is a standout, that she is so different from everyone else... Alicia, you sure as hell like to wear the same fucking shoes as the rest of them.” Evie smirked.

Evie’s smirk couldn’t be hidden it was highlighted by her blood red lips, her bright white teeth on displace. He had a smile of a wolf, always proud of the hunt, always boasting of the kill. Evie swept a lock of her long black hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear before she continued.

“On one hand you’re no different from them all, like a moth to a flame… if it glitters in this company, the Bombshells flutter their eyelids and get title drunk, always reaching out with greedy fucking hands, waiting for a hand out… and yet, unlike the rest Alicia you have worked had for your chance to secure another one on one match with me, however… I can’t say this is all just because of the World Bombshell Championship. As much as you say, this isn’t personal it’s business… this is a neutral respect, I can’t help but notice the fact we are neck and neck in singles matches, has you breaking out into hives. It’s almost as if your allergic to match someone. It’s almost as if you’re ashamed to be bested… and yet when it did. You couldn’t help but sing my praises, but we all know deep down… it’s eating you alive, we all know deep down the reason you chose an Iron Woman match, was so you could try and swing the result your way. I’m not an idiot. I’m not Stevie Wonder… the whole world can see why you chose this… because win or lose you will still count the falls that happen in the match and WHEN I beat you, you will still have the golden opportunity to flap your gums about how you “pinned me” during the match this many times and that by some fucked up logic in your head, still means that we will forever be equal.” Evie sighed.

Evie couldn’t help but tilt her head to the side before she smiled once more. It didn’t take long for her red lips to part once more as she spoke.

“Let this run through your head… we will never be equal.” Evie smiled.

Her emerald eyes locked with the lens of the camera, she wanted that point to be driven home when Alicia heard it. Truth be told Alicia and Evie weren’t enemies but, in this company, at times you had to cement your dominance in a title defence was one of them. Evie titled her head back to the centre before she carried on.

“Pathetic isn’t it? The fact that you so desperate to be the best, that you’re so hungry for the title that you’re willing to put the cart before the horse… just ask Kate how that worked out for her? just ask Kate how well her grand plans went last week at Climax Control? She thought she could sneak into our match at Violent Conduct by securing a victory over me, and yet… I never allowed that to happen. So, if you think for a single second, I’m going to stroke your ego or I’m going to play into your conceptions about how you’re going to be the rightful winner between you and I… you have another thing coming. You see doubt used to plague me… it used to follow me… it used to hunt me… but now, I use the doubt to fuel me. No one believed I had what it took to come back and win the Blast from the Past for the second time, no one thought I had it in me to beat Andrea and no one, thought I had a chance at beating you in a one on one match up and yet, here we are all tied up and only one way out of it… a match at Violent Conduct… not just any match, the match type you chose, in the main event.”

Evie held her gaze with the camera as she spoke, her eyes piercing the lens. That was one thing she could never been frowned upon, Evie was always focused on her target and she had always given them her full attention in her promotional videos. As the win picked up across the lake, Evie moved her hair to one side, showing off a line of scars that tattooed her skin down her right arm. She didn’t move the title to cover them, she worn them like a badge of honour and continued. 

“Some might say I have bitten off more than I can chew, giving Alicia Lukas the power to choose our match type at Violent Conduct. Some might say, I have just given her the keys to the kingdom that I current sit high above watching over week in and week out as the reigning World Bombshell Champion. So may even say that I was foolish to allow one of the best mat based wrestlers in the history of this sport, to choose a match best suited to her liking… yet, to me… Violent Conduct will mark the moment in history where I finally get the beat Alicia Lukas at her own game, I finally get the shut the fucking critics up and I finally get the say good fucking riddance to Alicia Lukas in the World Bombshell Championship picture.” Evie smirked, wildly.

Evie couldn’t help but laugh, she knew that was never going to happen, but a girl could dream. At least she knew Alicia and herself would give the SCW fans the match they deserved even if she despised them.

“To many of you, you have already over looked me… you have already started to raising your flags towards a Alicia Lukas and Roxi Johnson showdown at High Stakes, but here I am once again in the right place at the right time to remind you… just who the fuck I am and what I’m capable of. You think of a moment that I don’t have what it takes to beat Alicia Lukas next Sunday? You’re fucking kidding yourself. You see why you all paint this picture, you always seem to keep the same two bombshells on the top… Mikah and Alicia… Alicia and Mikah and yet, some of your out there seem to overlook the ones that are standing right before your very eyes… it’s okay… it’s fine… because believe me, the doubt my championship reign has generated has done nothing but fuel me and come Violent Conduct, I won’t allow the thoughts, the small insufficient thoughts of others get in my way of being the last woman standing, of being the woman with the most pinfalls racked up… I will have the last fucking laugh and there is nothing that you can do about it Alicia Lukas.” Evie paused.

Evie smirked towards the camera, there was still a lot left unsaid, so she continued on her way as the sun started to slip from the sky behind her as it flirted with the horizon.

“Alicia, you might think you have played the match type into your strengths, but I can promise you, all those who believe they have the advantage, rarely prosper.” Evie smiled, confidently.

Evie adjusted her World Bombshell Championship just at the right time, as if to rub it in Alicia’s nose that the title wouldn’t be leaving Evie’s side after Violent Conduct. It was the little things that she knew Alicia would pick up on, she normally went through peoples videos with a fine-tooth comb so if she could add to the fun, why not?

“It’s time that someone put you on fucking notice, it’s time that someone knocked you down a few pegs so you can realise that you’re not the measuring stick for Sin City Wrestling, you might be one if not the  greatest World Bombshell Champion in our history, however, that doesn’t give you an automatic victory every time you step up to the plate. Times have changed around here, and the past you once dominated… is now being over shadowed by the future and well let me remind you Alicia, the future of this company is looking mighty fucking bright and guess what, it doesn’t require you to save it or destroy it… because since I have become the World Bombshell Champion, the main event scene has been reigning Jordan and no I’m not talking about my husband…I have taken this beautiful title and I have captured the minds, the attention and the respect that is deserves… so believe me, the World Bombshell Championship is doing just fine without you… it doesn’t need you, it doesn’t need your greedy fucking hands, it doesn’t need your toxic need for self-gratification…” Evie paused.

That million-dollar smile was on her face once more as Evie boasted with her words. However, the way she was standing backed up her confidence. She had to be confident heading into her match with Alicia, or everyone would try and eat her alive for it. Perhaps it was time for the rest of the world to see that Evie Jordan had what it took to be a long-time champion and not just the next hot potato for Alicia Lukas.

“At Violent Conduct I’ll  remind you,  what it’s like to get into the ring with me, you see you might think you’re the highlight of this company… but every bulb has it day and trust me, the coil in yours is just about to snap and burst. I’ve shown you that twice before and Violent Conduct will be thirds times a charm for me. You see, a third time proving to you that I am in fact the better women’s wrestler in this business, would do nothing by cement my name into World Bombshell Champion history and if you think I’m going to let that chance rush past me? You have another thing coming…” Evie’s accent dripped with venom.

Evie looked towards the camera and gave a cheeky little wink before she started to wrap this one up. After all, she still had another week under her belt to come towards Alicia she didn’t need to use it all up now.

“So, Alicia as you jingle those keys to the kingdom in your hands, under your false predictions of walking away from our match at Violent Conduct as the new World Bombshell Champion… I’ll be here to remind you… that I changed the fucking locks… over a hundred days ago.” Evie smiled brightly.

Her focus never shifted from the camera as she spoke, Evie needed this to drive home. She was sick of being counted out when it came to the big matches. Evie adjusted her World Bombshell Championship once more, letting the light capture it as it shone towards the cameras.

“I’ll see you at Violent Conduct Alicia and believe me… the outcome of our match, wont be the one you’re currently banking on.”  Evie smirked.

Evie looked down at the World Bombshell Championship and she proudly ran her hand over the nameplate highlighting that it said “Evie Jordan” along the gold. She gave the title a soft pat, as if to say it wasn’t going anywhere before she looked back towards the camera with a smile. It didn’t take the cameras long to zoom in on her World Bombshell Championship the sole prize in the main event at Violent Conduct before the footage faded away and the screen ended up in darkness.

Opportunity: to say the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell division has been given the not so gentle kick it deserves would be an understatement and nine of them have been awarded a potential golden opportunity to face Evie Jordan at Violent Conduct for the World Bombshell Championship. The only thing that stands in front of that prospect for the nine bombshells is an over the top rope battle royal.

Oh and of course Violet Amelia Holt…
Or VAH for short because let’s be real that name is a mouthful.

This weekend at Climax Control not only do Candy, Maki, Jessie, Keira, Kate, Alicia, Andrea, Mercedes and Bea have the chance to show the world what they’re made of, but VAH has a golden moment to rock the division to its very core by dethroning Evie Jordan from her spot at the top of the roster. Now, before you laugh Violet isn’t to be sneezed at as she has been on a wee bit of a roll lately taking out the likes of Danielle Weston and Sam Marlowe so, she shouldn’t be overlooked… however someone better warn Violet that Evie doesn’t place nice with others and when it comes to defending what is hers, she can be quiet poisonous. Even more so, when she has a goal in mind, she can be impossible to shake down and beaten off track.

The goal is to make it to Violent Conduct to take on the winner of the prized battle royal, the goal is to beat the winner of that said battle royal and stare down the next hurdle for her dominate reign over the Bombshell division. Two hundred days as the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.  Two hundred days is the magic number she has in mind to right her wrong on her short but sweetly horrible first reign as the World Bombshell Champion. Last time round she lived too much in the moment, never looking towards the future, where this time… Evie was making a list and so far, she was doing everything in her power to tick off the benchmarks as fast as they approached her. Only at the two hundred day benchmark would Evie be satisfied with herself, and be able to feel at home in her reign, right now she was still treading those dreadful transitional waters and to be honest the last thing she would like to be known for is just another hot potato participant within in the World Bombshell Champion ranks.

So, Violet, you need to ask yourself… do you have what it takes to rattle the cage of Evie Luna Jordan? And will you be good enough to pry the World Bombshell Championship from Evie’s cold dead hands? Because trust me, over confidence can be a killer, like a noose it can let you hang, fluttering around in the breeze, so if you think that Sunday night is going to be your time to shine, it’s going to be your moment… you have another thing coming. The cold harsh reality, that wears the crown will be charging towards you and once it’s all said and done with, you’ll just be the next steppingstone, on Evie’s merry way to Violent Conduct.

##

Climax Control and Underground had been and gone and the Jordan’s had jetted their way across the country, landing back in their home away from London in Bar Harbour, Maine. Even if it was only for a few days, it felt good to be back in the one place that they were the most comfortable in. There was no need to ham it up for the cameras, there was no need to cautious or careful about what they said or did. They could be themselves, without the added stress of the cameras, the fans, and the rest of the roster as hotel life has seemed to dwindle back into nothing.

It was Wednesday morning and Evie was standing in her kitchen that had a large glass window that overlooked the large clam lake that their house boasted views of. Her long black hair was tied up in a messy bun that rested proudly on the top of her head, while her body was covered in a short black silk robe that she had tied loosely around her hips. The silk slipped down her right shoulder, exposing her bare skin, as she clenched onto a coffee cup in both of her hands, watching the steam rise from the white ceramic mug. Evie didn’t have to turn around to see Ben make his way up behind her, reaching out he grabbed onto his coffee cup that was already full, as he stood behind his wife. His eyes following hers as they both looked across the lake into the beautiful and peaceful forestry that surrounded them. Evie’s attention shifted from the view, to the reflection of her husband. Evie could see that he was still bare from the hips up, as a pair of Scooby-do boxers clung to his hips. She could also see that his chest was still blushed, and the outline of his shoulders, bared evidence of a night and morning well spent as blood teased the surface in five scratch lines. The possessive smirk on Evie’s face told a million stories, but the one that it was displaying right now was she was satisfied with her efforts. Ben’s eyes trailed from the lake down to his wife, who was now biting down on her bottom lip, looking him up and down as if she were famished.

“You’re like the cat with the kill.” Ben joked. “Always satisfied but never full.” He chuckled.

Evie took a sip of coffee, before she glanced back up at Ben’s reflection.

“Excuse me…” She kicked off. “Don’t act as if I’m the only needy one in this relationship. You might get to play it cool at work, on TV, on Twitter and with the fans… but believe me, you’re just as bad, if not worse than what I am.” Evie sarcastically smiled.

“Too bad, no one will ever believe you.” Ben chuckled. “Saint Ben and all.” He winked.

Evie couldn’t help but roll her eyes, she knew Ben was just as bad as her when it came to being affectionate and needy of one another. It’s just he got away with it more, as he wasn’t the one banging on about it on social media or in interviews. Evie didn’t care, she didn’t have to be the good girl in the eyes of the public and that’s why her lead was longer than Ben’s when it came to saying what she wanted to say. Saint Ben on the other hand, couldn’t be seen as the bragging type, while Evie would brag every minute of the day if she wanted to, and she often did. Ben downed a mouthful of his coffee before he set his mug back down on the marble benchtop that was in front of Evie. Reaching up, he placed his hands on her shoulders and instantly his thumbs started to work at the tight knots under her skin.

“So, I was thinking.” Ben kicked off.

Evie rolled her head back soaking in the attention she was receiving this morning.

“This ought to be good.” Evie chuckled as she spoke.

“Don’t be rude.” Ben fires back. “I’ve got good ideas all the time, I can’t help the ones that appeal to you are few and far between.” Ben smirked.

Evie places her cup down on the bench before taking a step back, she was now cradled in Ben’s arms as he wrapped his large forearms around her shoulders tucking his wife into his chest. Evie watched through the reflection as Ben’s hands travelled down her body, resting on the silk strips of her robe, as he gently tugged at them.

“So, as I was saying… I think we could fly back out to Vegas tomorrow night, to fit in some more down time here at home. I mean look how happy our bear is.” Ben smiled.

Bear was of course outside sitting by the lake in the distance looking into the water, searching for turtles. It was his favourite thing to do when the Jordan’s were back home. He would sit there for days on end if he was allowed to, but Evie refused to let their Akita out of her sight for too long. She knew the nature of the breed all too well and even if he was a friendly go lucky dog, there were times his instincts got the better of him. It didn’t help that they were surrounded by a forest that housed little critters that liked to tease the four-legged hunter. Rabbits were his worst enemy and unlucky for Bear, he was surrounded by them. Evie’s attention from Bear was torn away as Ben slid his right hand in between the opening of her black robe, his hand trailing down towards the floor.

“Plus, I don’t think I’m done celebrating our second engagement.” He said with a devilish grin.

Evie didn’t have time to respond as Ben lowered his head into the right side of her neck, his lips pressing onto her skin before he trailed his kisses up towards her lips. Turning in his arms, Evie felt Ben grab at her picking her up, placing her back down on top of the benchtop in front of him. He had an innocent look in his eyes as he looked at her up and down, as if he were proud to have her. Bringing himself between her legs, Ben went in for a kiss once more but something out of the corner of his eye distracted him and before he could go any further Evie had seen the red laser pointer, beam through their window and land dead centre in the middle of Ben’s forehead. Without a moment to think, Evie shoved Ben away from her, signalling for him to get down. He didn't. Ben refused to leave Evie there like a sitting duck, so he wrapped his arms around her and quickly made his way with her in his arms towards their living room. Turns out years of being married to a super spy had come in handy for Ben’s quick thinking and superman reactions

“Ben… go into the bedroom. I’ve got this.” Evie shouted.

It’s not that Evie didn’t think Ben could hold, his own, she knew he could it was just this was her mess and she didn’t want Ben to call victim to it. Ben didn’t leave, he couldn’t he put Evie back down on her feet and the two spun around towards the windows once more looking for the small red light. Evie brought her thumb and index finger to her lips, pressing air between them whistling for Bear to come back into the house. He didn’t delay, as he bolted inside following Ben’s instructions to get on his bed that was tucked away in their bedroom. Ben moved away from Evie, his eyes fixated on the windows looking for the red laser again, but it had disappeared.

“Maybe it was just a kid across the lake playing games?” Ben suggested.

Evie couldn’t be sure, and she wasn’t going to risk it as she pulled Ben back towards her, keeping him away from the wall length glass windows. The worst thing about their lake house was they were surrounded by glass. As Ben and Evie looked at one another, Evie jumped out of her skin as the sound of her iPhone starting to ring, the vibration startled her. Her tense reaction was enough to have Ben’s standing on the back of his heels, as normally Evie wasn’t easy to spook. Evie walked across the living room seeing her phone on top of the dining room table, she reached out and swiped the answer call tab across the screen before she hit the speaker phone option. The number on the screen was unknown to Evie normally she wouldn’t answer them but after this morning's incident she couldn’t help it. She needed to know who the caller was, and she wasn’t wasting any time.

“Who the fuck is this?” Evie growled down the speaker.

Evie held onto the phone in her hand, it was extended towards Ben. His blue eyes were focused on the phone screen, there was no noise coming from it at first just a deathly silence. Then a wicked female laugh hit the speakers.

“Evie… Evie… Evie.” The thick Russian accent was heard. “I told you… I told you, you had one month to get me what I’m owed, and you have yet to deliver. How many times must I ask you? How many times must I remind you that I can get to you no matter where you are or whom you’re with.” Ayla snarled.

Evie’s face was red, from anger she couldn’t believe what she was hearing and without skipping a beat her harsh Australian accent was heard screaming down the phoneline.

“Listen here you money hungry whore, I don’t know who the fuck you are…. Nor do I believe a single word that comes out of your mouth. I’m NOT giving you anything. Why the fuck would I?” Evie snarled.

“There’s where you’re wrong Eves.” Ayla mocked her. “You are going to pay me, the amount I’m sending through to you and you’re going to do it before the end of the fortnight. I’ve been more than accommodating for you and your fly in fly out lifestyle… but I’m tried of waiting any longer. You owe me, and unless you want to spend the rest of your days rotting in a Russian prison for your crimes, for your murders… I suggest you hand over what belongs to me.” Ayla paused. “Don’t think that I’m joking. Let this morning be a warning that I can get to you, anywhere, anytime… and if you refuse this request one more time… I won’t ask a third time… I’ll just take your money from the source.” She chuckled.

As she said those last lines, the red laser pointer that must have been perched on top of a gun, beamed through their windows, and landed right smack bang in the middle of Ben’s head. His blue eyes came together as he tried to looked up at it. While Evie’s teeth snapped together in rage. Her body shaking, as she moved to position herself in front of her husband.

“I will find you…” Evie kicked off. “And you’ll end up the same way as our father… I can fucking promise you that. No one… NO ONE threatens MY family.” Evie snarled.

Before she could say anything else the phone line went dead as Ayla had ended the call and within seconds Evie’s phone vibrated in her hand, the screen glowing back to life as a text message came through. The amount her half sister was asking for was sixty million dollars. Evie’s eyes grew wide at the number, before she could say anything Ben looked over her shoulder to see the message. He to couldn’t believe the figure. The laser pointer left from the middle of Ben’s head, before Evie’s attention was stolen as there was a commotion on the lake. A flock of ducks flew off as the water rippled as shells of bullets started the pepper the lake. It was a sign from her half-sister, that she wasn’t in fact playing around and that she could in fact reach Evie anywhere at any time. Evie hurdler herself towards the glass windows, but Ben reached out and grabbed her yanking his wife back towards him. He knew she was rifled up, he knew her body was riddled with rage and nothing good could come out of a reaction when all she could see was red.

##

The scene opened up just outside the GO Gym, a place that many SCW, SCU talent called home. A place that Sin City Wrestling, owed thanks for training up their next lot of superstars and Bombshells. This Gym was normally jammed pack to the rafters with future stars, but tonight it was different. The carpark was empty, there wasn’t even a light on inside the gym. There was just Evie Jordan, standing in the middle of the entrance way her World Bombshell Championship draped over her right shoulder as she was dressed ready for battle.

“Violet Amelia Holt… Where the fuck did you come from?” Evie kicked off.

Evie didn’t hold back, as she just started her weekly promotional work. Turning to face the camera, Evie’s emerald eyes locked with the lens before she continued.

“Talk about a lucky break for you Violet, the rest of the Bombshell roster would kill to be in your shoes this week, knowing that the World Bombshell Championship is back in the spotlight where it belongs. All the other Bombshell’s would kill to be in your position this Sunday night… as you have the chance to dethrone me and take the World Bombshell Championship to Violent Conduct and defend it against the winner of the Battle Royal this week… but you see, as much as they want to be in your shoes Violet… You’re going to be a glimpse into their future.” She smiled, wickedly. “You see regardless of your victories over Dani Weston and Sam Marlowe… you’re not even going to come close to beating me. You’re not going to come close to walking away from Climax Control and the NEW World Bombshell Champion… because I promise you Violet, you’re luck runs out on Sunday night. You fifteen minutes of glory, will turn from a burning hot flame into dust within a blink of you eyes… because let’s be honest… no one believes that you have what I takes to be the champion and I sure as hell know you don’t have what it takes to beat me inside that six sided ring.” Evie paused.

Evie adjusted the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship title that was draped over her right shoulder as she looked down at it proudly.

“You see Violet, it’s nothing personal… it’s not even because I think you’re a waste of time, space and oxygen. It’s because of this.” Evie paused again.

She ran her manicured nails over the nameplate on the title before she continued.

“It’s because of the World Bombshell Championship that I currently hold… that is mine. That’s why you won’t win this Sunday night, you see… I have grand plans for this championship. I have grand plans to take it to the absolute top and give this title the respect it deserves and losing it to you?” Evie held back a laugh. “Losing the World Bombshell Championship to you, would be an insult to every former World Bombshell Champion that has ever graced the ring in Sin City Wrestling. Losing to you, would set this title back years, it would cripple this division and I refuse to let a deluded little one trick pony like you think for a single second that you even have a chance at becoming the New World Bombshell Champion… and on Sunday night I will show you, just how fucking lucky you are to even be standing inside the same fucking ring as me. You might have struck luck twice before inside this ring, but I can assure you Sunday night won’t be your third time lucky, it won’t be the night you make a name for yourself it will be the night that your reminded about who you are.. and what you are… and what you are? Is the reminder to the rest of the bombshell’s of just who exactly I am and what I’m capable of.” Evie smiled.

Evie took a step up towards the camera, the GO Gym sign stated to flicker to life behind her as she spoke.

“You see, Violet… I started my wrestling dream right here in this very gym and since the very first day I stepped foot inside those doors I have been making a name for myself… I have been paving the path for others to follow and do you think I’m really going to give that all up? Do you think I’m going to let someone like you get the better of me and try and take away everything I have worked for? You might have been plucked out of thin air and put into this match up for, god knows what reason, but I can promise you, but the end of Sunday night you’ll be wishing you never had to face me. You’ll be wishing that your name were never spoken about when it came to being the next in line to face me… Your World Bombshell Champion… because I don’t hand out to charity, I don’t encourage people to take leaps of faith if I know for sure that they are going to trip, stumble and fall and mark my words on Sunday night… you’ll hop, skip and jump right back to the back of the fucking cue, so fast… it will make your head spin.”

Evie looked up at the sign that was flicking above her, taking it all in. To her this was a message, of where it all started and why she is who she is inside the SCW ring.

“So, Violet this might be to you, a gift-wrapped opportunity to show the world that a fun sized bombshell can come out of nowhere and change the whole scene of Sin City Wrestling but believe me… it won’t be. You won’t be my Polly playtime two point oh. You won’t be the underdog that steals the title away from me, you won’t be the little girl that could… by the end of the night you’ll be dragged so hard across that ring, the aftermath will leave you battered, that bruised that you won’t even be able to recognise yourself in the mirror for days to come.” Evie paused. “You see facing you, isn’t what I call a grand gesture I call it a slap in the fucking face for what I’m trying to accomplish with the World Bombshell Championship… but hey, I’ll love every fucking minute of our match together… I’ll love every fucking minute of exposing you to the rest of the world and leaving your limp body on the canvas, once I through with you.” Evie smiled.

She turned to look down at her World Bombshell Championship once more, smiling proudly.

“You might think I’m your golden ticket to greatness, but Violet… You’re just my next obstacle that I have to mow down before I continue on my journey to become the most violent, the most talented and the best World Bombshell Champion this company has ever witnessed.” Evie paused.

She smiled at the camera, confidence oozing from her.

“At the end of the night I won’t be standing across the ring from you Violet… I’ll be standing over a shade of crimson… because once you enter my ring, once you start playing my game and when you’re not even remotely ready for this opportunity… you’ll be lead to the slaughter and trust me little lamb, you’re very far away from the rest of the flock… no one will even notice that you’re gone” Evie smirked wildly.

She held her hands up to motion at the flashing sign before she started to wrap this one up.

“There is only one fitting way to finish this… Violet, may the lord have mercy on your soul…” She paused for dramatics. “Because I sure a hell won’t”

The devil’s smile was on Evie’s face as she stared down the camera, the footage fading away on the vision of Evie looking down at her World Bombshell Championship, greedy beaming all over her features as she paid homage to her trainer Gabriel Stevens.