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Monday 28th – GO Gym, Las Vegas.

“Why are we here at fucking three in the morning?” Levana groaned.

Evie turned to look at Levana and rolled her eyes, they hadn’t even been at the gym for two seconds and the ungrateful twat was complaining. Evie just smirked at her friend before she bit back with a remark of her own.

“Because you refuse to let the world know, that I helped create you… so suck a dick.” Evie purred back, unamused.

Levana rolled her eyes, before she sighed. Evie was testing her patience. Something the Australian was known for doing because she wanted to see Levana snap.

“That makes it sound like you’re my mom.” Levana spat out, with a huff.

Evie unlocked the front door to the GO Gym, letting herself and Levana Cade inside the building. Walking across the small hallway she made her way towards the security panel and punched in her pin code to turn off the alarm system. It was one of the perks of being Odette’s and Gabriel’s first student, she had free range of the gym and could come and go as she pleased. But out of respect she had messaged them both hours ago to inform them, she would be coming in at this ungodly hour to help train with Levana. Levana reached over and hit the light switch, turning the flickering bulbs on. Levana rubbed the palms of her hands into her eyes, trying to force herself to wake up and adjust to the lights. Evie made her way towards the six-sided ring that was housed in the center of the building. It was the GO Gym’s pride and joy, if the canvas could speak it would sell an autobiography of all the bodies it had taken and made its bitch, as it squeezed blood, sweat and tears from the new recruits, turning them into Sin City Wrestling stars.

“If you were my daughter, trust me… I would have slapped the fucking attitude right out of you.” Evie bit back, playfully.

“Like you don’t try too already?” Levana snorted.

“I can try harder, if you would like?” Evie teased, her white teeth on display.

Levana just flipped her the bird, before she dropped her duffle bag down beside the ring. Evie was already rushing up the steps to enter her domain. Both ladies were dressed in all black tracksuit pants, and sweaters. Evie’s was ripped at the sleeves showing off her tattooed arms. Levana had her hoodie pulled up over her long black hair, her blue eyes refusing to move away from Evie. She knew what Evie was like in the ring, she knew she didn’t play by the rules, and she knew that the Australian got her rocks off by catching the new recruits by surprise.

“Hurry up princess, we don’t have all day.” Evie ordered.

Watching Levana step into the ring, Evie counted it took her seven seconds to get inside the ring and she knew her friend was still pissed off about what had happened last time she was inside the six-sided ring. The unfortunate event of Carter interrupting her tag match.

“You need to forget what happened two weeks ago. It’s going to blind you come this Sunday if you don’t and you really need to get focused… Myra even though she’s a piece of shit, isn’t to be sneezed at and your full attention needs to be on the match at hand, not in the past.” Evie chirped.

Evie couldn’t help but feel like an older sister to Levana, as she watched the raven-haired woman stalk across the ring like a caged animal. She knew what it was like to be angry in this world, Evie knew what it was like to be angry AT the world, so she understood why Levana was like a ticking timebomb about to exploded at any given moment. Evie had been there, she had done that, and it wasn’t something she wanted Levana to experience she had enough on her plate with her personal life.

“Why are you doing this?” Levana questioned.

Levana was quick to deflect from her issues and put it all back on Evie. Evie didn’t miss the action, but she played along.

“What do you mean?” Evie replied.

The two of them walked towards one another meeting in the middle of the ring, to stretch it out before they got started with their in-ring training.

“Why are you getting back into the ring, you just told me two weeks ago, you had everything in your life you have ever wanted and now you’ve signed yourself up for a tag team match?” Lev raised her eyebrow.

As Evie rocked her head from side to side, she ignored the questioning looks she was getting from Levana. Taking a few steps back she swung her arms around in circles to loosen them up before she started to jog on the spot with high knees. To be honest she didn’t know why she was stepping back into the ring, she had everything she wanted in her life, but she couldn’t help the sudden tick that was playing over and over in her head. As she felt the burn from Levana’s stare upon her skin, Evie turned her attention back to her to answer.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for pain?” Her harsh Australian accent bled into a chuckle.

Evie watched as Levana eyeballed her up and down, she wasn’t buying it. Truth be told these two were a lot alike at times, hence why Levana wanted to keep her connection with Australian under wraps.

“You can’t bullshit, a bullshitter… so fucking spill.” Levana retorted.

“I have some unfinished business in the ring, okay?” She paused. “Okay, that’s a lie I have some unfinished business with Seleana.” Evie sighed.

Evie cracked her knuckles in each hand before she motioned to Levana, she was ready to get this training underway. Levana just took a step back and looked at her mentor with her head slightly tilted.

“What did Sel do to you? You’ve beaten her at every turn?” Levana laughed.

Evie gritted her teeth and her jaw clicked from the pressure, she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to get back in the ring with Seleana there had never been a spot for caring in her body before and right now she felt like the biggest twit.

“She makes me so fucking mad Lev, you have no idea... the spineless bitch. I might have three wins over her, but it’s not dominance I’m seeking… I want to see her try and stand up to me. I want to see her at least look me in the fucking eye and bring on her best efforts to defeat me. Call it what you will. I made a career having people bow at my feet, but at least they had to guts to look at me in the face whilst doing so… Sel cowers behind her wife and in turn that weakens her… I don’t like weak opponents. I like diminishing them myself… with these hands…” She raised her scarred hands up, to prover her point. “Sel doesn’t even give me that opportunity, she just walks to the ring, like a shell of a human and she lets me have my way… I want to see some fucking fight in her eyes, I want to pull that out of her… because only then… will I be satisfied with beating her.” Evie snarled.

Levana couldn’t help herself as she slapped her right hand on Evie’s shoulder.

“You’re a sick bitch you know that right?” Levana smirked, wildly.

Evie matched her smirk, with playfulness dancing in her emerald eyes.

“You have no fucking idea.” The Aussie replied, wickedly.

The bad thing was, Evie knew Levana had a very clear idea of the blood that was on her hands. Levana wasn’t just Evie’s protégé she had fast become a staple in her life since them crossing paths five years ago. It was rare for the Aussie to attach herself to people, that’s why she was protective and gentler with Levana.

“How are you going to co-exist with Andrea?” Levana questioned.

Evie just shrugged Levana’s grip off her shoulder off her arm and took her by surprise, snapping her into a lock up before yanking her into a side headlock.

“The same way you’re going to get over your hatred for Carter… by ignoring it.” Evie said, proudly.

Levana slammed her elbow into the side of Evie’s rib and drug her pointy bone into her midsection grinding it down.

“I don’t ignore my problems… I make them disappear.” Levana boasted.

Evie grabbed hold of Levana’s long hair and snapped her back towards the canvas in a side sweep before she pushed her open right palm into her face.

“You’ll ignore it if you know what’s good for you… Now be a good sport and help knock the invisible ring rust off me.” Evie commanded.

Levana was all too eager to comply as she raced back up to her feet. Evie followed suit and the two of them rushed towards one another colliding in the middle of the ring, and it was on. The two refused to give up for the next two hours, wrestling, fighting, training each other until the doors opened to the other trainees at 5am. Time would only tell how rusty Evie would be on Sunday night, and time would also uncover if she was able to work alongside with Andrea to take down the Wife and Wife team of Crystal and Seleana.

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The scene opens up in the world-famous Valley of Fire National Park in the outskirts of Las Vegas. It’s nighttime so the beautiful orange mountains and sand formations can’t be overly seen, but the bright moonlight still shimmers across the light dew that has formed due to the cold desert weather. The night is silent, not even the sound of chirping crickets can be heard as the moon moves across the sky, rushing towards its apex as the clock ticks away to land on midnight. It wasn’t uncommon for Evie to conduct her promotional footage while the rest of the world was tucked away safely in bed. She was a night owl and definitely not a morning person because of it. As the cameras panned across the orange sands, they finally stop on the long legs of Evie Jordan. She is wearing tight black jeans, a Gucci belt strapped around her waist, and off the shoulder black leather shirt that looks like Sandy from Greece, her long brown hair is down and out cascading around her shoulders. Her clear green eyes pierce down the lens of the camera as she comes to a stop before it. With a simple lick of her lips, she collects her thoughts and soon enough the airways were graced with her harsh Australian

“Did you miss me?” She smirks.

Evie waves her right hand down her body before placing It firmly on her hip.

“Of course, you fucking did, let’s be honest your life in Sin City Wrestling has been a drag without me. Your only source of Australian Bombshell goodness has come in the form an imposture that calls herself… Krystal Wolfe… she even has the audacity to come from my home state… did you think you could swoop in and replace me, Krystal? Did you think you could lace up these Jimmy Choo’s and ride the wave that I created in Sin City Wrestling to get the fans to accept you… read my lips, you’ll never amount to me, you’ll never be me and you’ll never be the “Thunder from Down Under” which by the way, us an overused marketing ploy that other countries try and brand us with. Yet, as you stand before me as one of the longest reigning Roulette Champions let me make it very, very clear… crystal if you will… stay in your fucking lane, or I’ll put you back in a shipping container and fed ex your arse back down under, I’ll leave you behind the black stump and watch as try and wither and squirm your way back home.” She paused.

Evie looked towards the camera, her white teeth out beaming brightly as she smiled towards it. That look on her face telling a million stories all of which end in violence.

“Now… since that mole has been dealt with… let me turn my attention to one of the two people I will be facing this week on Climax Control… you’re welcome… might I add… that I saved you all from a clusterfuck of a match.  And people say I NEVER do anything for the fans.” She gasped.

Her right hand coming up to rest over her heart as she faked a shocked expression, the lighthearted facials of Evie quickly faded to nothing more than a focused glare.

“Without me putting myself into this match up, you all would have been forced to witness a one-on-one affair between Andrea and Crystal… because let’s be honest that’s all the focus was on. Seleana was just an afterthought, Seleana was just a lucky door prize as she was thrown into this match… but I can assure you, that won’t be the case on Sunday Night at Climax Control because I plan on bringing Sel, right into the center of the firing line… and why? Because she deserves to step the fuck out of her wife’s shadow, she deserves to make a name for herself in Sin City Wrestling… you would think she would have done that by now, you think she would have made more of an effort to be a household name… but how can you make a name for yourself when you’re too timid to step out from your wife’s shadow to create your own light?” Evie purred.

Her harsh Australian accent was ringing loudly and proudly as she stared down the lens of the camera.

“Yes Sel, you can thank your lucky stars that I entered this match to give you a chance to right a wrong. I mean don’t get your hopes up, there is no way on Ben’s little green earth that you’re ever going to beat me, but I wanted to give you a moment in the sun, I wanted to give you a moment you could grab with both hands… I wanted to give you something to work towards since you last had any relevance in Sin City Wrestling… You remember when you were the World Bombshell Champion right? You remember that feeling… I mean the rest of us fucking don’t because it was so fleeting, I mean I had to re look up the history of the World Bombshell Championship because it’s been under Amber’s lock and key for so long, I had to see if there was anyone still worthy on the roster left to take it from her. But this isn’t about her, it’s about you and it’s about the feeling that moment gave you… I’m sure it made your tits tighten and your chest puff out because you were on top… you were finally better than your wife… you finally meant something.  I’m giving you a chance to recapture that. I’m giving you a chance to step up and face me in the center of the ring, I’m giving you a chance to even the score… I’m giving you a chance to create a moment, to recreate yourself and get back on top of your career.” She paused.

Evie licked her lips, wetting them before she rubbed her blood red lips together to continue.

“Nevertheless, I said I was giving you a chance… I wasn’t giving you a victory, I wasn’t going to lay down for you and make this easy for you… I’m not gracing you with a handout, oh no Sel… I’m going to give you a taste of greatness, I’m going to make you long for something that has been long dead in your bones and when I see the light in your eyes, I’m going to snuff it out. I’m going to take it away from you, I’m going to rip it out of your hands… because then only then will I have built you up, just to break you down.” Evie chuckled.

She flicked a long lock of her brown hair over her shoulder before she spoke up again.

“It’s long overdue and I can’t wait to see what you do with your one chance, your one shot… because I’m sick to death of facing the shell of you. I’m sick of facing this watered-down little bitch. Every time you walk down that ramp to face me, I see it in your eyes, you know you can’t beat me, so you don’t even put up a fight… I need you to fight… not to breed hope, not to manifest a victory because that will never happen… but because I need it… the itch for a fight has been running through my veins for weeks now and you can thank your lucky fucking stars that my eyes landed on you, because once I break you… you won’t have the energy to hide behind your wife anymore, oh no… you’ll be forced to lay in your own mess and rethink your life’s decisions. Then your mind will tick over to all the times that you’ve been down and out and what did you wife do? She made it about herself. She put herself back in the spotlight… I want you to dwell on that, while you’re trying to recover, and I want you to fucking stew in it. I want it to fester like an infected gash because maybe just fucking maybe you’ll wake the fuck up and leave the toxic troll that controls you. The master of your misery Sel… is your Christina… your Crystal… your wife… I don’t give a fuck what you call her at home, because the truth is in my words and after Sunday night after Climax Control the truth will be in your hands.” Evie smirked, wildly.

She rolled her head on her shoulder savoring the feeling of being back in front of a Sin City Wrestling camera. 

“I just hope you’re smart enough to do something with it.” Evie paused.

Turning away from the camera, she looked over her right shoulder for a moment, gathering her thoughts in the dark before she turned back to face the camera. Next up, Crystal.

“Speaking of the ball and chain, Hi Christina… it’s been a minute, hasn’t it?” she smirked.

Evie’s smirk lit up the screen as she glared down the camera.

“What’s it been five years since we last stood across the ring from each other? It seems like a lifetime ago, but I know what’s going to be festering away at you the fact that last time you and I were in the ring together it took away your precious World Bombshell Championship away from you. I know how much the title means to you, I know how much you like to run your mouth and count the days you’ve been the champion, how many reigns you’ve had but let’s be real... can anyone remember them? Did you do ANYTHING for the division whilst you were in charge? I’ll answer those questions for you… simply, no.” she paused, letting her words sink in.

Evie couldn’t help but smile, her emerald eyes laser focused on the camera.

“So, what’s changed about you Christina? Apart from your name, you think reinventing yourself will reinvent the wheel and times will change and people will see you differently, the bitter facts are… nothing has changed, just the letters, just the sounds… but not your reasons, not your purpose. You’re just an empty vessel, bobbing away in the big ocean that is the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell division… looking for a cabinet to cling onto, so you don’t drown in the wake. You don’t want to be forgotten, but the truth is you’ve never been memorable for what you have done inside the ring, we only remember the clusterfuck that is your personal life. We only remember the changes of your personality and that’s why each and every week you get hung out to dry because of it… it’s sad because mental health shouldn’t be a joke, and yet you make sure it’s the butt of every fucking punchline.” She sighed.

Evie gritted her teeth, angry at the fact she has to entertain Christina.

“I’m a little disappointed in you Chrissy Claus that you made a hit list in Sin City Wrestling and yet, you left me off it… but when I looked at the names and I witnessed that there’s not a damn person on there that you could beat, I realise why you kept me off it. You wanted to save yourself the embarrassment of losing to me all over again. You wanted to distance yourself from me and the pain I caused you last time we fought, so I get it, I understand the method to your madness, but that doesn’t mean I’ll forgive your oversight… in fact I’ll make you pay for it, up close and personal when I drag one of your wives across the ring on Sunday night and castrate her before your very fucking eyes... yet while your wife bleeds in my arms, your selfishness won’t allow you to see past your own nose and you’ll make it about you… like you always do. Instead of rushing in to save her, you’ll freeze up and save yourself… because that’s what cowards do, that’s what YOU do. You’re pathetic… and now you have multiple wives, how very Utah of you. It just means you have another set of arms, legs, and eyes to let down... another heart to stomp on whilst you maintain your egotistical approach to life. I can’t wait for the day when you wake up and everyone leaves you with nothing… then maybe after some self-reflection you’ll realise that you’re the issue, you’re the problem and then MAYBE just MAYBE you’ll reach out and get the help you desperately fucking need.” Evie huffed.

Evie brought right hand up to her shoulder to toss a lock of her dark brown hair over her shoulder.

“Save us by saving your fucking self.” Evie smirked.

She beamed with a smile before she continued.

“I know your ammo Christina and I know you’ll try and come for me and Andrea saying we’ll combust as a team because we can’t get along but I’m here to remind you that even though we have history, it doesn’t matter… this makeshift team will run rings around the strong bond that is between you and Sel and why’s that? Because Andrea and I both know we would rather die then let either of you pin or submit one of us… knowledge is power and when it comes to be a well-functioning team, it doesn’t take more than one key ingredient… agreeance. I’m more than sure we both agree on beating you and derailing the mess that is Christina is what would bring us joy. So don’t stress yourself over what our team is going to do and take a moment to consider yourself lucky that these emerald eyes are locked on making your wife compensate my need for violence.”

Evie winked at the camera.

“I’ll leave your boney arse to Andrea…”

Evie ends her talk with her trademark smirk before the footage fades away to darkness. And may the Lord have mercy because Sunday night is going to be explosive.

It was normally a very spooky week, if you believed the hype that surrounds Halloween. However, since the annual Jordan’s Halloween couldn’t take place this year due to COVID-19, the Jordan’s were left with an unusually light social calendar, in effect causing the two to think out of the box of how they would celebrate this non-holiday tradition that the Brit and the Aussie were slowly warming up to.  How did the two decide to spend their Halloween together you ask? Well, they went camping of course.
 
And we all know how Ben feels about camping.
 
He usually didn’t care for it, however the moon was low, the winter chill was early for this time of year and the mist was rising over the lake earlier in the afternoons, it was a combination of all sorts of creepiness, what else could they ask for? It was the perfect setting to pitch a tent, roast marshmallows and end up on the five o’clock news in a double murder investigation. Ah and people say romance is dead, not in the Jordan household, the spark was very much alive. Ben had spent a good chunk of the morning setting up a canvas style glamping tent, while Evie had prepared some meals they could prepare over the open fire, in the beautiful isolated woodlands that neighboured their property. The tall oak trees that surrounded them added to their shelter. Ben had managed to light a fire, it flickered away over the course of the day as Bear had made his way over towards it, heating himself as he sat by the open flames. It was peaceful, and there were only 2 rules put in place over the weekend. 1 they couldn’t return to their house, only to use the bathroom and 2 no phones allowed.
 
The afternoon Evie had spent, nose deep inside her book, she was on the homeward stretch of wrapping up the Last Kingdom while Ben had been more active as rolled around with Bear trying to teach him to play dead. It was little family moments like these that Evie cherished the most, they didn’t have to be in each other’s pockets but they were still spending time together away from the glitz and glamour, away from the cameras and away from people’s expectations on them. After giving up on trying to convince Bear to roll over onto his back on cue, Ben made his way over towards Evie. He pushed his way behind her, so he could sit on the large log that was their chair for their camping adventure, gently pushing Evie forward before he brought her back in between his legs. Evie was sat on a folded up rug on the ground, her legs crossed over as she had a light blanket wrapped around her shoulders to shield her from the breeze, the fire was enough to keep her warm as the flames flickered and popped away in front of her. Evie felt her back press up against the log, as her shoulders were brought together by Ben’s legs as she gave her a slight squeeze. Leaning forward Ben rested his chin on the top of Evie’s head, looking down to read her book over her shoulder.
 
“Well look at that, they’re in a shield wall again.” Ben joked. “Vikings, so predictable.” He chuckled.
 
Evie rolled her eyes, but Ben didn’t miss her reaction as he brought his hands down onto her shoulders and started to roll his thumbs around in a circular motion. Massaging her, in the game of love and war, was a dirty tactic because Ben knew that Evie loved having her shoulders rubbed, hell she was a sucker for a back massage and obviously Ben was wanting her attention to be off Uhtred of Bebbanburg and on him. Evie collected her black feather bookmark and closed the book in place before she arched backward, so she could look up towards her husband.
 
“Feeling left out?” Evie smirked, wildly.
 
Ben bowed his neck down, to press his lips on to Evie’s forehead to kiss her before he pulled back smiling.
 
“Nah, old mate can’t complete with Ben of Bar Harbour.” He winked. “Master of the lake, champion of wrestling, drinker of fosters, thorough lover of Evies.” Ben followed with a smile.
 
Evie screwed her nose up, before she bit back towards her husband.
 
“Evies? And, how many of them do you know?” She questioned.
 
Ben quickly cleared his throat before he looked down into his wife’s eyes, he knew he would have to be crystal clear with his response. He knew Evie was toying with him, but she was a firecracker when it came to “sharing” him.
 
“Only the one, love… and she’s plenty enough for me.” His British charm was undeniable.
 
Evie twisted between his legs, so now she was up on her knees facing him, reaching up she placed her hands on each side of this face, guiding his face towards hers. The cool afternoon air made puffs of “smoke” seep between their lips as she closed the gap between them, resting her plump lips on his. In a swift movement Ben wrapped his arms around Evie as he stood up, he brought her up to her feet before he lifted her up, Evie’s legs instantly wrapped around his waist. One hand was on the small off her back, the other rested beneath her bottom as he moved away from the fire and towards the tanned canvas coloured tent. Ben smoothly made his way up the two steps, before he reached out with his left hand and pulled apart the mosquito netted door, the sound of the zipper riding down the slide had Evie’s heart racing. His goal was to gracefully enter the tent, close the netting up behind him whilst keeping Evie wrapped around him. Evie broke away from the kiss and felt Ben’s body rumble in her arms as he started to chuckle, the netting wouldn’t close correctly but he would be damned if that was going to ruin this moment.
 
“How’s big bad Ben of Bar Harbour going? Struggling with a bit of netting it seems?” Evie mocked him.
 
Ben’s left hand worked feverishly on the zipper as he brought it all the way back up closing it off before he looked up at his wife, he winked at her as if he wasn’t struggling, not even the slightest bit. This was the first time Evie was allowed inside the tent and once Ben had spun her around, Evie’s smart remark fell deaf as her bottom lip dropped, her mouth gaped open at the sight before her eyes. Ben put her down gently back on her feet, so Evie could take it all in. in the middle of the tent was a pallet bed, with a thick mattress that was covered in faux fur like blankets.
 
Fairy lights we draped from the ceiling, they were also wrapped around the posts that kept the tent standing up right. There was a metal bucket in the far right corner filled with ice, with bottles of wine, champagne and beers poking out of it beside it was a small esky that Evie could only assume was filled with the food that she had prepared for them to share earlier. To the left of the tent, there was a portable clothes rack, hanging from the coat hangers were their outfits for the next few days. Beneath it was a pile of books, board games, pens, paper activities that they could do to help them pass the time whilst camping, even if their house was only through the woods. By the time Evie had a chance to take it all in, she was spun back around to face Ben.
 
“I think Ben of Bar Harbour can take that gorgeous stunned look on your face as a win.” Ben smirked. “Now be a darling and put this on.” He ordered.
 
His right hand that was behind his back, was now back in front of him as he held out a small package towards Evie. Reaching over she took the small black box out of his hands, her right index and thumb made light work of the blood red ribbon that was holding the box closed. Evie dropped the ribbon on the floor, as she impatiently removed the top of the box. Evie’s emerald eyes grew wide at the sight that was in her hands, she pushed past the small scrunched up tissue paper in the box before she turned it upside down and shook it.
 
“There’s nothing in here.” Evie frowned. “Ohhhh” her frown turned to an embarrassed girly laugh.
 
Ben winked down towards her, proud of his gift giving efforts.
 
“Exactly… now… quickly…” Ben said impatiently. “We need to celebrate our latest acquisition.” He said with haste.
 
Evie put the box back together before she placed it back onto the floor and kicked it gently towards the side of the tent walls so they didn’t trip over it in the middle of the night. As she stood back up Evie looked back over her shoulder to see that Ben was already undressing and making a hastily b-line for the faux wolf fur covered bed.
 
“And what are we celebrating, a tent?” Evie questioned.
 
Ben sat down on the bed, tapping the vacant space beside him with an eager smile on his face.
 
“Nah love, well we can later if you would like?” Ben spoke with a cackle. “But, I figured you would rather celebrate the purchase of the Jersey house first.” The cheeky grin was alive on his face.
 
Evie’s jaw dropped as she rushed to stand up, she made her way over towards him in a hurry almost tripping over her own two feet to get there.
 
“You’re joking me?” Her Aussie slipped out. “You told me we couldn’t… I thought you said it would be a waste of money to own three houses?” Evie interrogated him.
 
Ben just fell onto his back, his hands coming up behind his head as he smiled smugly down at her. He was bare, the only thing he was wearing was a smile. Evie took a seat on the side of the bed, looking down at her husband who had a lotto winning grin on his face
 
“I said it would be foolish to purchase a house we had never seen before, but I have my ways… Jimmy back home took a look for us and well, he said he would snap it up if we didn’t. I put the offer in yesterday, it was accepted this morning… we’ll get the keys this time next month… hopefully by then we can take a trip across the pond, visit the family, hunt down some wedding venues and spend a week or so in the new house.” Ben beamed proudly. “Now, since you’ve got all the information… be a darling and do what you were told.” Ben replied.

Ben winked at her, and Evie was quick to do as she was instructed. A grateful smile was on her face as she tried to part her lips to say thankful but Ben reached up and pressed his right index finger over her lips to silence her.

“I’ve also taken the liberty of purchasing you some stocks in knee pads, so enjoy those” Ben smirked once again.

This was a side of Ben the Sin City Wrestling universe didn’t get to see, Ben was flirty and playful at home more so than at work. He also enjoyed talking filth to his wife as he knew it kept Evie on her toes. She never knew what to expect from him at times. Once Evie was undressed, Ben wrapped the large thick blanket around her shoulders he knew it was chilly and the last thing he wanted was for either of them to catch a cold before Sunday’s night Climax Control. Once she was surrounded by the fur, he pulled Evie down on top of him but only briefly before switching positions so he was now laying on top of his wife. The covers surrounding them. Looking into her eyes Ben smiled towards her, a rush coming over his body as he couldn’t help but beam at the shocked but appreciative look that was glowing from his wife’s features. Reaching up with his left hand he pushed some stray strand of hair out of her eyes and tucked them behind her ears, before lowering his head towards her to take his wife into a warm loving embrace. As the two started to tangle in the sheets, heated passion filled with kisses Evie could have sworn she heard her name being called out. Just as Ben was going to take control, she backed away from the kiss to listen out.

“Can you hear that?” Evie was concerned.

Ben just ignored it, shrugging his shoulders as he lowered his head back down towards her, he had grand plans for tonight and he didn’t want them interrupted. Evie shook it off and returned the favour as she pressed her lips back to Ben’s but a few more moments passed and Evie could hear her name being called once more, followed by a rattling sound. Evie pulled away from Ben once more, sending the Cockney king wild.

“You watch one episode of supernatural and you get all jumpy.” He mocked her.

The rattling turned into banging, that was followed up by a deep rumbling growl from Bear.

“Someone’s out there.” Evie questioned.

“You’re hearing things love.” Ben replied.

He was eager to get back to work, this time he parted her legs under the sheet and went to duck his head under the covers before a loud scream of Evie’s name stole both of their attention.

“Ohforfucksake.” Ben mumbled under his breath.

“Come again?” Evie questioned.

It was unlike Ben to swear, but he had obviously been looking forward to his special evening activities he had planned, especially after surprising Evie with a tent and a new house.

“I would, but I didn’t get to the first time.” Ben growled, painfully.

Ben rolled off Evie, he knew they both had to get up and investigate the commotion outside and plus he could feel the sting from Evie’s side eye almost as if she was grating his skin.
 
##

Evie and Ben had rushed to put some clothes back on before they made their way through the forest and back over towards their house. That’s where they both laid eyes on Ayla who was frantically slapping at their back door, trying to get their attention. The closer the two got to their house, the more they could see of Ayla. She was covered in bruises, blisters, scratches and dry blood stuck to her skin. Evie turned to Ben and with a look of horror she sped off leaving him a few steps behind as she rushed over towards her sister.

The pained look on Ben’s face said it all, his night of passion was now going to take a back seat to a night of Evie and Ayla drama.

“Evie... EVIE... I know you’re in there! Please, EVIE PLEASE OPEN UP... OPEN UP” Ayla screeched at the top of her lungs.

Ayla hadn’t noticed Ben and Evie were right behind her, she just continued to rattle on their back glass food, slapping her open palms against it while howling as tears streamed down her face, like waterfalls. Evie made her way up towards Ayla, when Ayla finally caught her sisters reflection in the glass.

“Ayla, what the fuck?” Evie started. “What the fuck happened to you?” She demanded answers.

Evie looked Ayla up and down, as Ben did the same. She looked as if she had been to hell and back, but Ayla just quickly tried to cover up her bruises, she didn’t want Evie to see them. Ayla took a few steps towards her sister, thankful to see her even if they weren’t close she needed her now more than ever.

“EVIE... I need you... I need you to help me... they have her, they have my daughter.” Ayla shouted, painfully.

Ayla was shaking as she spoke, Ben looked around the deck but couldn’t find anything so he slipped his jacket off his bare shoulders and held it out towards Ayla. She took the coat and wrapped it around her, trying to get some warmth back in her body. Ben moved behind Evie, and pulled her into his chest at least the body heat his wife was producing would be enough to keep him warm through this exchange. It also kept her in arms range, because deep down Ben couldn’t guarantee that Evie wouldn’t try and start something with their unwelcome guest.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Evie snarled. “Since when did you have a fucking daughter?” She followed.

Evie felt Ben’s arms wrap around her waist, as if to leash her from launching towards her sister. Ayla knew that Evie couldn’t have children and if she was using this for her next joke, she had another thing coming.

“You said you would help me, you said you would be here when I need you and I need you... she needs you... we need you.” Ayla bawled.

Ayla brought her hands up to her face wiping away her tears as she tried to hide her emotions but it was no use, she was a mess.

“You’re not making any sense.” Evie barked back. “What the hell happened to your face?” She questioned.

As Ayla’s hands moved from her eyes, Evie could see scratches that had been highlighted from the redness from Ayla’s tears. As much as she wanted to rip her to pieces, a part of her felt protective of her younger half-sister. Ben held onto Evie tightly, hoping she would calm down.

“Evie please.” Ayla sighed. “I need you to help me.” She whispered, almost breathlessly.

Ayla stepped towards Evie, her hands outstretched as if she wanted to touch her but Evie took a step back, she didn’t trust Ayla not for a moment, not after everything she had done recently.

“What’s going on?” Evie asked again.

Evie tried to wiggle free from Ben’s grip, but the Cockney King just applied a little more pressure. She tilted her head to look up towards her husband, but Ben was too focused on Ayla’s voice to notice the daggers that were being shot in his direction.

“My mother, my mother did this to me and now she has my daughter...” Ayla squeaked.

Ayla’s hands reached out to touch Evie’s and once Ben felt Evie’s body recoil under her touch, he wisely stepped around his wife putting his body slightly between both females.

“This doesn’t make any sense. Why would your mother have your daughter?” Evie shrugged.

Evie didn’t step up to her sister, in fact she spun on her heels and walked away from her. Heading over towards one of the sun lounges that we’re placed on her deck to over look the beautiful lake. Ben followed suit as he took a seat on the closest one, next to Evie before Ayla rushed over to look down at them.

“She’s the one that told me to come here and demand sixty million from you... she’s the one who set this all up, you have to believe me Evie. I wanted nothing to do with this, I never wanted to blackmail you, I never wanted to hurt you. I was enjoying my quiet life, but she found me again.” Ayla sighed heavily.

She dropped down, falling onto the sun chair across from Evie’s but never once did she shift eye contact. Ayla wanted her sister to see that she was serious about this. Evie was trying to read her sister, to see if she was showing any signs of this being another lie.

“My mother only cares about one thing and that’s money, our father’s money...” Ayla huffed.

Ayla had tears streaming down her face, tears that Evie ignored as she looked towards her with gritted teeth, she wasn’t amused by any of this.

“And what makes her think there is still cash out there?” Evie smiled wildly. “You can run back to her and tell your mum all of his accounts have already been cleared... when daddy dearest made some well over due contributions to charity.” She spoke freely.

Evie rocked forward on the chair to drive her point home, but Ayla didn’t let Evie’s intimidating state rock her. She had more important people to think about, well person that being her daughter.

“That’s the thing Evie, I tried to run back to her and look at me... she did this to me.” Ayla shouted.

Evie wasn’t amused as she scoffed at her sister, Evie knew Ayla’s mother she was the nurse that cared for her every time she came back from a mission. She was the sweet lady that held her for days after her father forced the choice to have children away from her, there was no way that Evie was buying this story.

“So, you’re trying to tell me that your sweet kind mother, who was nothing but gentle to me growing up... is a monster?” Evie rolled her eyes. “Try again.” She groaned, disappointed.

Evie had checked out of this sob story and Ben could tell from the way she was acting. Her attention had shifted from her sister down to her nails, as if to mock Ayla’s claims.

“Kind? Gentle?” Ayla snarled. “You sure have a delusional opinion of the woman who single handedly destroyed your life.” She growled.

Ayla lashed out, her words sounded more like venom then actual sounds. Evie turned her attention back towards her sister, as if something had peaked her interest.

“What the fuck are you talking about now?” Evie questioned.

Evie sighed as Ben wrapped his arm around her, acting like he was trying to keep her warm but really he was worried that Evie was going to launch herself towards Ayla and break her in half. She hated it when Ben saw this side of her, especially with all the growth she had made since leaving the spy world.

“You honestly still think that our father was the one that took away your chance of having a family? You still think he, did that to you?” Ayla shook her head.

Ben looked over towards Ayla, the stern look in his cool blue eyes were a warning towards her to tread carefully.

“I don’t need to think it Ayla, it’s reality.” Evie snarled.

Ayla couldn’t help herself as a chuckle escaped her lips, shocking Evie who was just about to get back up to her feet.

“Our father only agreed to the operation because my mother led him to believe that you were dying... she made him think that you were riddled with cysts and that if he didn’t give the green light to remove your ovaries you would get sepsis and die.” Ayla huffed.

Evie went to take a step but she was frozen, as Ayla continued to speak.

“Our father loved you more than anyone else in this world, including me. I was a mistake Evie... and when I couldn’t perform like you, he cast me away... the only reason why he kept me in his life was to support his grand daughter to support...” Ayla was cut off.

Evie was frozen in time, but before Ayla could say her daughter’s name Evie cut her off.

“I don’t want to hear her fucking name.” Evie howled.

It hurt, she was hurt by the fact that her sister was allowed to have a child but the option was never there for Evie burned at her skin. Evie felt the very lowest pit of her stomach ball up as she felt like she was going to be sick.

“But she’s your niece.” Ayla cried.

Ayla got up to her feet and walked over towards Evie trying to get her to see reason. As she reached out, Evie slapped her hand away.

“I don’t have a fucking niece.” Evie shot back.

Her emerald eyes burned towards Ayla's and her teeth snapped together. Evie couldn’t explain her anger, but right now she was directing it all towards Ayla. Ben had made his way to his feet and was now standing beside his wife, his right hand reaching for hers as he wanted to comfort her.

“But you do Evie... you do.” Ayla choked. “And she needs you.” She cried.

Ayla stepped up towards the Jordan’s she was trying to get them to see the truth behind the lies but as she stepped towards them, Evie pulled back away from her.

“You have three more minutes of my time... before I make you a permanent resident of my lake... so I would choice you next few words very fucking wisely.” Evie threatened.

She lifted her left hand, her index finger coming out to point towards her angrily. Evie didn’t have time for this, she didn't have time to be dragged back down memory lane to be hurt all over again.

“What do you want to know?” Ayla begged.

It was a stupid question but Ayla wasn’t thinking straight, however before Evie could bite her head off she quickly followed herself up.

“Okay, I’ll start with the beginning. My mother told our father you were sick, he green lighted the operation... she is the one that stole from you. You have hated dad for that for so long when really it was my mother... your dearest doctor. She did it because she knew our father was going to leave everything to his grandchildren... he couldn’t leave it to you, because you hated him... you hunted him. He couldn’t leave it to me because he never wanted me... my mother has used us as pawns our whole lives Evie... and now she has my daughter, she wants the last of dad’s money... the accounts that only you know about... the sixty million... because once she has that, she’ll have it all... the billion dollar nest egg dad left for our children... which is ironic considering he knew you would never be able to become a mother...” Ayla trailed off.

Ayla took another step towards Evie trying to reach out once more to get her on her side but Evie just ignored her, before she lashed out.

“This doesn’t sound like a me problem. I don’t give a fuck about dad’s money.” Evie snarled.

Evie locked eyes with her little sister and with the look of the devil in her eyes she wanted Ayla to get that message loud and fucking clear.

“I didn’t come here so you could start to care about money, I came here because you’re the only one who can save my sweet angel.” Ayla cried.

Tears welled up in Ayla’s eyes once more as she looked at her sister, Ben couldn’t help but notice this despair in tone but it was falling on deaf ears with Evie.

“Well it looks like you trick and treated at the wrong fucking house this year.” Evie threatened. “Get the fuck off our property.” She snarled.

Evie pointed towards the “exit” but Ayla didn’t move, she just screamed towards her sister in one last effort to get her see her and to believe her.

“Evie please.” Ayla begged. “I have proof. Please just hear me out!” She cried.

Evie just looked at her little sister, torn between wanting to hear her out and help her, while also wanting to rip her throat out. This was meant to be a romantic night for the Jordan's, a celebration of their lives together and now Ben was being dragged back into this petty bullshit that was Evie’s other life. Ayla didn’t move, she just held her tear filled glance with her sister as she reached out towards her, her phone in her right hand as she tried to show her something.... And, that is where we will leave it because if I share too much of what happened next, I’d have to call out a spoiler alert and that doesn’t sit well with me.

##
 
Rule 1 was broken pretty quickly as Ben and Evie spent the night inside their house, however they weren’t alone as Ayla had passed on their lounge chair in their main living room. Sure, Evie could have followed Ben’s advice and offered her sister a spare room, but she wasn’t overly convinced she could trust her. Last night’s bonding around the fire had Evie second guessing her whole existence and the last thing she wanted to do was let her guard down when she was trying to process everything that revealed to her last night. It wasn’t an easy night for Evie, she had spent most of it pacing the hallway between the main bedroom and the living room, checking on her sister to see if she had decided to do a runner though the night or early hours of the morning. Even when the young Aussie attempted to sleep, she felt as if she had to keep one eye open just in case Ayla decided to feel courageous and enter her room in the middle of the night to smother her.
 
Yet, with all those wild thoughts that had ran through Evie’s mind she still managed to shock herself, when she walked into the living room the following morning, her emerald eyes falling onto her sister who was still sound asleep on her couch. Ayla looked peaceful and that was oddly strange as the scars that marked her face, were quite the opposite of peace, Ayla had been to hell and back, she had been to war and that was a place, even Evie refused to head back to. The morning light that flooded through the wall length mirrors that looked over the lake, really emphasized the bruises that were on Ayla’s face. The closer Evie tip toed towards her sister, the more evidence she could see of her sister’s struggles. There was deep scratches on the surrounds of her wrists, deep cuts on the back of her neck, scraps across her face.
 
Evie couldn’t help but close her eyes, these marks were all too familiar to her, it might have happened to her a lifetime ago but there was something about reliving the pain of having your wrists bound together with rope and tightened over and over until the point where the skin has nowhere to go, it just bursts like a balloon, peeling back layer upon layer of your skin to expose your raw untouched flesh, that screams at you to cover it back over and protect the vital veins that belong there. That pain was all too familiar and no matter how many years between incidents, Evie couldn’t help but grab at her own wrists one after the other, it was as if she was fearful that the pain she was feeling, was coming true.
 
She forced her eyes open to look down over her little sister, she needed to search for the truth. Sure Ayla has spilled her soul out to Evie last night, but how could she be sure she wasn’t being set up again? How could she be sure that she could trust her? That’s when her eyes scanned the back of Ayla’s neck and there right in the middle of the back of her neck was the evidence she was looking for. Marked forever in the form of a blistered, pealing, weeping chemical burn was a cross surrounded by a circle, topped with an M was all Evie needed to witness to be stunned into realisation, Ayla was telling the truth. There was something about the smell of burning skin that brings your memories screaming back at you as if there were crows circling above you just waiting impatiently for you to die. The murder of crows had in fact circled above Ayla’s head and she was in desperate need of her sister’s help.
 
Just as Evie was about to reach out to touch Ayla’s shoulder to wake her up, her hand was brought back to her side. Ben was now standing behind her, his right hand wrapped gently around her elbow as he coached Evie back a few steps into his chest before he guided her off and into their kitchen so they could speak freely, without having Ayla wake up and hear them. Ben turned Evie around so he could look into her eyes when he spoke down towards her.
 
“You’ve got that look in your eyes, Eves.” Ben observed. “Are you sure you can trust her?” He quietly whispered.
 
Evie looked up at Ben, she could tell that even he had his doubts but if she was going to help her half-sister get back her child, their niece she needed Ben to be on board with it.  After all Ben had waited three years for Evie to get out of her previous lifestyle, he was patient and forgiving and Evie had promised him that she would never dip her toe in that world ever again.
 
“What do you think? Do you think she is lying?” Evie pleaded, unsure of herself.
 
Ben took two steps towards Evie his hands reached up as he placed them on the top of her shoulders, giving them a little squeeze before a hesitant sigh escaped his dry lips.
 
“I think Ayla needs her sister. I think the footage we saw last night was evidence enough that she was telling the truth and the pained look on her face.” Ben sighed. “As much as it pains me to say this, but there is only one person who can help her here… and that’s you.” Ben cringed.
 
He hated having to say those words because he knew what they meant, Evie was going to have to go back into a world that she had left over two years ago. However, as his right hand swept down Evie’s back, his fingertips traced the same scar that was now blistering on Ayla’s neck that lived on the small of his wife’s spine. Evie could see the worry in his eyes and without hesitation she moved towards him, making the distance between them dissolve as she pressed into his chest for a hug.
 
“I promised you, never again…” Evie sounded defeated.
 
Ben just pulled Evie back so he could look into her green eyes, before he rested his chin on the top of her head, holding onto her for dear life.
 
“Family Eves, it’s different.” Ben whispered.
 
“But you’re the only family I know.” Evie protested. “I don’t want you let you down, not again, never again.” She gasped.
 
Evie’s mind was racing a million miles an hour, she didn’t want to lose Ben after all she had promised him she was done with this lifestyle all she wanted to do was settle down be the wife he deserved and live out the rest of their time peacefully in their Lake houses. Ben just gave her a mighty squeeze before he set the record straight.
 
“Ayla’s our family now Eves, we Jordan’s don’t abandon our families it’s not in our nature.” Ben smiled as he spoke. “Just come back to me, in one piece” He raised his concern with his tone.
 
Evie just pulled back from Ben purely so he could see the look on her face as she spoke, her eyes not moving from his.
 
“You have my word.” Evie spoke softly.
 
Ben didn’t need to hear another word, he just wanted his wife back in his arms and he quickly brought her back there with a soft, but yet firm hug. Evie craned her neck, so she could press her lips onto his hoping a kiss would ease the tension that was in the room, well not just the room, but now their lives. The next week would be hell, but what else was new for them?
 
##
 
There were few things in this world that made Evie squirm and well, asking for a helping hand when she was in desperate need was one of them. Evie hated it, it seem wretched and ill prepared but with Calista her best friend being out, due to give birth any day now Evie was feeling a little short handed in the back up department. Though lucky for her, she knew just the place to turn to that offered up people with special type of specialties that were required for the next step in her plan, to help free her niece from the repulsive hands of evil. The same evil that had ruined her life, the same evil that had done to Ayla what they had done to Evie all because they wanted to get their hands on her father’s fortune. Evie couldn’t give two shits about the money, but what was eating her alive is out there, in New York City was her 3 year old niece, trapped inside a room, with nowhere to run, nowhere to hide and a 40 million dollar ransom standing between her and freedom. That didn’t sit well with Evie but, she couldn’t focus on her emotions right now, she had to keep them in check especially with what she needed to do now.
 
Beg for a helping hand. Make a deal with the devil. Potentially owe a favour to someone who quite possibly could be on par with her sins.
 
Daniel J Morgan.
 
Evie and Ben had spent their Friday on board their jet, leaving Bar Harbor to travel across country to get ready for Sunday’s Climax Control, however they were forced to arrive a few days earlier to address the issue that had rocked up on their doorstep. Ayla had tagged along with them, reluctantly as everything and every fibre in her body was screaming at her to rush off towards New York City to save her daughter but she wasn’t part of this world, she wasn’t like her older sister Evie and if she was being told to sit down and shut up until a plan was hatched, she was going to do her very best and do so, it was the least she could do to stop herself or her daughter from being killed.
 
Evie had left Ayla with Ben at one of the booths inside the Golden Ring Casino, no doubt they would be joined soon by a talkative Dani or an annoyingly confident Nicky George to pass the time as they ordered a meal and a drink. Trying to blend in, trying to get to know one another, while both of them hiding their fears about what could possibly happen next. Evie on the other hand was making her way up the staircase, towards the mirrored observation deck that sat proudly above the gaming floor. Every step she took felt like ten, as there was this heavy feeling on her shoulders. It was tall ask coming here, to beg for help from London Underground, but without Mackenzie and Charlotte, Evie wasn’t quite sure this would be a mission she could tackle by herself, not if she wanted any sort of chance of bringing her niece home, safe, sound and alive.
 
As Evie reached the top step, she moved towards the offices, she found the large black door with the gold nameplate that read Daniel J Morgan, and with a painful sigh she wrapped her right fingers together to form a fist before she tapped them on the wooden door. Evie didn’t have to wait for long, the sound of Daniel’s harsh thick British accent emitted from behind the closed door.
 
“It’s open.” Daniel called out.
 
Evie took one last inhale before a drastic exhale before she wrapped her hand around the door handle and pushed her way into Daniel’s office. The Aussie made her way into the room, before she shut the door behind her. Daniel looked up from his spot behind his desk, curious to see who had interrupted him, Evie didn’t miss the shocked smirk that crossed his face as he dropped the pen in his right hand down onto the stack of papers he was signing. 
 
“Well don’t you look like shit.” Daniel smiled proudly. “And not just because the phony gemstones made a mess of your mug last week.” He chuckled.
 
Evie cracked a smile, but she couldn’t help but look herself up and down. She was dressed in all black, ripped jeans, black heels and a tight fitting black tank top that she had covered up with a leather jacket. It was her standard go to attire when in Vegas it helped sell her character more when she ran into crazed Sin City Wrestling fans and since she was basically at home base for the company, she always felt it was easier to be dressed in black.
 
“What can I do for you? If you’re looking for a job, since you’re retiring and all… I’ll be telling you to piss off to where you came from.” Daniel chuckled at himself.
 
Evie just rolled her eyes, as she made her way across the room to take a seat in front of Daniel so they were now looking at each other across the large timber table that separated them. She was struggling to find the words to say, hell she didn’t even know what she wanted to say, she wasn’t the type of girl to ask for help. But, Evie knew one thing was for sure Daniel deserved the truth and he didn’t deserve to be given the short end of the story. Evie looked down at her watch, time was everything and she knew Ayla had been given a 6 day deadline and the longer Evie fumbled around now, that meant there was less time for planning.
 
“I…” Evie choked. “I need your help.” She croaked, painfully.
 
Pride was a horrible thing. You see Evie knew what Daniel would now think of her and her reputation that had proceeded until this moment would be nothing more than a memory. People in their other world didn’t ask for help, they asked for favours and that wasn’t something Evie was willing to give. She had promised Ben she was out of the game for good and she couldn’t owe London Underground a debt, so here she was on her hands and knees about to grovel like a dog. Daniel just licked his lips with an amused interest, before he looked back across the table at Evie that smug look on his face seemed like it was glowing, the way his white teeth radiated towards her.
 
“If you’re wanting a hole dug, do it yourself… you’ve got arms, I’ll be happy to lend the shovel.” Daniel chatted away.
 
The more Daniel rattled on, almost boastful that someone like Evie had come crawling to his den to ask for help the less Evie said, the more she sunk back into the large leather chair and the more Daniel could see the pained look on her face. He knew she wasn’t with him in this room right now, even if her body was present. This wasn’t the time to be joking around and after another round of small jibs in her direction, he brought his hands together and placed them down on the desk in front of him. Clearing his throat Daniel, snapped Evie’s attention back to the here and now before he addressed her once more.
 
“What do you need? And why do you need it? I’m all ears, Evie.” Daniel's voice softened. “But if you want my help, you can’t spare a single detail and then I’ll make my decision from there.”
 
Evie moved forward in her chair and with a long exhale, she started to spill the beans on her sticky family situation. There wasn’t a detail she left unturned, she knew Daniel of all people could handle it but she knew it was a tall ask for assistance in a family matter that didn’t concern London Underground at all. It was a long shot but Evie felt helpless and if she was going to head back into a world, where there were no rules and without Calista by her side she couldn’t do it alone. If there was any chance of her coming out alive, Evie needed a pack. This wasn’t something she could do on her own and she knew how much Charlotte and Mackenzie enjoyed the thrill of the hunt.
 
Evie told Daniel about Ayla, she didn’t skim over the blackmail, the money, the cry for help, Evie told him about her niece being locked away and being held for ransom by her own grandmother, she told Daniel about New York City and the 6 day deadline. Evie let Daniel in on the fact that there was a rough plan in place but the final plan hadn’t been set in stone as she wasn’t sure she could do this on her own and truth be told, Evie didn’t have friends in this field anymore, she had removed them all. Evie gave a rough idea why she needed help, although Daniel could see it in her emerald eyes, she felt trapped, useless and conflicted about even helping. While Evie spoke Daniel made notes, not physically but mentally as he tried to piece it all together, yet no judgement came from his direction, he of all people knew what family was like. He knew the greed that came with this business, he knew about the cutthroat attitude that some family units had with one another, he was just lucky his brother was with him and not against him.
 
Daniel waited for Evie to finish up before he took his time in responding. There was risk of him giving this the green light and the repercussion of Mackenzie’s and Charlotte’s wellbeing was at stake, Evie knew this from the stern look on Daniel’s face as he looked up at her, after weighing up his options.
 
“Do the girls know anything about this?” Daniel questioned.
 
Evie licked her lips, before she bit down on her bottom lip, her next line might come as a surprise to even Daniel.
 
“No, I haven’t asked them… thought I would ask the head of the table first.” Evie laughed, nervously.
 
Evie was an idiot at times, but she wasn’t a fool; she knew how London Underground operated, a smooth well-oiled family (unofficial) unit who worked well together and rarely got involved in other people’s drama. Yet, there was a head and the division that was run out of Vegas, the leader was Daniel Morgan and it wasn’t right to ask Mackenzie and Charlotte to go behind his back, for a matter that really didn’t concern them. Daniel couldn’t help but smile as he looked at Evie from his side of the table.
 
“Well you best go ask them, I can’t force their hands if they don’t want to help out…” Daniel kicked off. “But Evie I must warn you, if anything and I mean ANYTHING happens to them… that will be a weight on your shoulders and believe me, not even the almighty Evie Baang, can out run that fate.” He didn’t mince his words.
 
Daniel stood up in his spot and adjusted his jacket before Evie did the same, she reached across the table with an out stretched right hand as she went for a handshake. She wasn’t sure why it just felt like the right thing to do at the time. Daniel looked down at her open palm with a smirk on his face.
 
“If you require anything, anything at all… you let me know.” Daniel boasted.
 
Daniel reached across and took Evie’s hand shaking it, as if to seal the deal while Evie’s finally had a wild smirk on her face. And, that’s where you’ll be left in the cold wondering did Evie ever ask Mackenzie and Charlotte for help? Did they say yes? Or did they leave Evie high and dry, about to head into a world she won’t dominate on her own. You’ll have to tune in next time to find out…

##

The scene opened up in true Evie Jordan style in the middle of an abandoned back road. Trees hugged the sides and hung over the street as leaves littered the ground around them. The sound of Evie’s pinpoint heels crackled on the gravel as she made her way towards the camera, a blood red smile on her face as she stared down the lens. She didn’t have time to mess about tonight,

“Courtney... Courtney... Courtney.” Evie beamed.

It was as if she was calling on the spirit of Bloody Mary when she spoke, a glimmer of evil in her emerald eyes as she stared down the lens of the camera.

“I can’t believe it has been this long since we have been in the ring together, it feels like a lifetime ago... it feels like a long drawn out occasion... you see back in the day when you beat me in the finals of the Blast from the Past, Sin City Wrestling was high on you Courtney... you were going to be the next big thing and look what happened... you were gift wrapped a hold opportunity from Fenris and when you have your chance to use you motivation to head towards the top of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell roster, you tripped fumbled and fucking fell on your face... and then you left, like a 10 PM booty call.” Evie laughed.

She moved towards the camera, her long black gown dragged on the rocky road as she smiled evilly.

“And yet, here you are... again. The rising of Star of Sin City Wrestling had decided to rupture and grace her with her appearance once more and what for? Do you honestly think this time will be any different? Do you honestly think you’ll be taken seriously attaching yourself to Kate Steele? Do you honestly think the fans want you here? You failed them Courtney and you will always fucking fail them... because let’s be honest, you’re only good when you’re dragging on someone coats tails. You’re only good when you’re hiding in someone else’s shadow. Fenris carried you last time, I’m surprised you haven’t begged him to return to carry you once more... because since your return, you haven’t proved that you're here for a redemption, you’re just looking for that little spark of luck that you were hand given last time. You’re looking for that beginners charm that helped you win the Blast from the apart tournament... it’s too bad for you Courtney that things like this don’t happen twice, I mean that’s unless you’re me...” Evie smirked brightly.

Evie moved towards the camera, the moon light shining on her face as she looked towards the camera.

“You see you might have thrown a spanner in the words and derailed my chance at becoming a two time blast from the past winner when you were last in town, but you never stopped me… from accomplishing my goal. You never stopped the fate that was destined for me, you just delayed it and for that… you will pay. On Sunday night you will pay for all your hype, for all your lies and all your past actions… you see you didn’t beat me at Climax Control before the Blast from the Past finals, you didn’t even beat me in the finals for the Blast from the Past… you just stood on the side of the ring and watched on as Fenris did all the work.. you just stepped back and let your chance to shine stroll on past you and why? Because you’re fucking afraid, you’re afraid of me and I will expose you for all your weaknesses this Sunday night at Climax Control.” Evie smirked.

She could wipe the smile off her face, as she pushed the loose strands out of her eyesight and tucked them behind her ears.

“I’ve already beaten you once physically in a singles match, the blast from the past I devoured you mentally and this Sunday night will be a combination of the both. You see, while you’re trying to right a wrong with your return to Sin City Wrestling, I’m doing everything in my power to show the world that I’m not just Alicia Lukas’ chew toy and when I try something I make sure I fall fucking through and when I try i fucking succeed unlike you. I burned myself through Bea like it was easy… you, Court can expect the same tenacious bitch standing across the ring from you. You see I have been wronged in this Company, and it’s my turn to put the roster on notice, it’s my time to make Mark, Christian and Brooke see that they NEVER should have left me out… they never should have crossed my name off their list… they shouldn’t have overlooked me… they shouldn’t have handed the title shot to Keira, I am owed a rematch and until that day comes I will lay waste to the rest of the bombshell division… because I fucking can and you of all people fucking know that.” Evie snarled.

She turned towards the camera and flashed her bright white teeth, there was something more animal about Evie tonight maybe it was just the spooky feeling in the air.

“Last time we went toe to toe in a singles match I exposed you as the weakest link in your team… I showed the world that you were nothing compared to me and Sunday night will be no different… it doesn’t matter how many years have passed us by it doesn’t matter how much training you have done between now and then… your break away from the ring to focus on getting better in the ring will be wasted… because it doesn’t matter that you have come back with fancy new tricks, funky new moves they still won’t be good enough in the ring against me. And when you look at yourself Courtney, you can see that… you know that and that’s why on Sunday night you are going to walk out to that six sided ring surrounded by doubt and there is no amount of training there is no amount of pep talks that will lead you towards a victory… because like you fucked with my destiny in the blast from the past, I’m going to fuck with your glorious return to the ring… because I can and I will and trust me I’ll fucking enjoy it. Every single second of it because you deserve this, you deserve to be hung out and dried.” Evie snarled.

Evie’s teeth snapped together to clench. She was furious that she would have to be in the ring against Courtney this week instead of facing Alicia Lukas, but sometimes the wait is worth it.

“So I’ll see you in the ring on Sunday and Courtney you have to believe it when I say this I won’t be an easy beat, I won’t be your stepping stone that you use to relaunch your career here in Sin City Wrestling… you will be the canvas in which I will paint my glorious rise back towards the World Bombshell Championship and Mark my words, you’ll learn a thing or two getting in the ring with me… and that’s that your failures will stay failures while mine, I turn around and make them valuable comebacks… yours thus far has been meaningless and on Sunday night… I prove that to you, I’ll prove it to the higher ups and I will ruin your fucking grand parade…” Evie smiled.

The camera zoomed in on her smiling face, before it faded off into the darkness of the night leaving the world to wonder who would win on Sunday night regardless of the outcome the fans were sure to be treated to a rematch for the ages.

This is normally where you would find the witty opener for all of Evie Jordan’s promotional work, however, sometimes in life you don’t get an opener… you just get thrown into the deep end and well this week was one of those weeks for the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. Nevertheless, I can assure you Evie will be more than ready to face Kate Steele this coming Sunday at the go home show before Violent Conduct where she will put her title on the line against Alicia Lukas for the third time.
 
Yes, you heard right… It's Alicia Lukas’ turn again to square off for the World Bombshell Championship.
 
Shock, horror.
 
Anyways, here’s hoping Evie Jordan can do everything in her power to maintain her winning ways before heading into the supercard, and here’s hoping she has what it takes to silence the neediest, most self-entitled waste of fucking space that is known as Kate Steele/Warren/Diamond.
 
Now let’s kick this pig and get this week well and truly over with. 
 
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It felt as if the shoe was on the other foot for Evie this week as she boarded the Jordan’s private jet without her husband. Ben had decided to stay home in Maine to recover from his brutal match with O’Malley the week before at SCU Underground. It wasn’t an easy call for Ben to make to stay home as he loved his adoring SCW fans and enjoyed being on the telly each and every week, but under strict instructions to rest, he had to comply with the doctors and his wife’s orders. Evie on the other hand, had business to attend to and even if she was only on the screens for less than a five minutes at Climax Control, she was current reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion, she couldn’t just skip this one out or stream into the show live via satellite. That wasn’t her intentions, this time round she wanted to give the World Bombshell Championship the limelight it deserved and if that meant popping across the country to be on camera for five minutes to invite Alicia Lukas to the ring next week to pick a match type for their fight at Violent Conduct, then so be it at least she was putting her face on the show and not cowering away at home in some false sense of title security.
 
The next five hours would be brutal, it was the thick of night and the urge to sleep was at an all-time high but Evie knew better if she slept now that meant as soon as she landed in Bar Harbour, she would be fighting her tired eyes on the short ride home. As risk not worth taking, so to amuse herself she took a moment in time to respond to some rare fans on Twitter and look through her diary to see what type of social engagements Mark Ward, Christian Underwood or Brooke Saxon had slipped into her itinerary. Evie was pretty lucky considering, she wasn’t as popular or well-liked by the SCW fans so there wasn’t such a demand to have her face all over town for press, her day to day life since becoming the champ wasn’t like her Husband’s media whirlpool. However, that didn’t mean that he engagements hadn’t increased, Evie just wasn’t put on media panels to woo the fans over, because management knew the F word as like a comma to young Aussie and well it was better to avoid a media snow storm, then create one unwillingly.
 
The time away from Ben, was excruciating. Evie wasn’t one of those girls who couldn’t live without her partner but since meeting Ben, he was her safe place, he was her home and to separated even for the briefest moment in time made everything seem more drawn out, more dramatic and unbearable for Evie. Ben was her greatest strengths and yet, one of her humbling weaknesses.
 
As the flight was halfway over, Evie slipped her phone back into her black leather jacket and attempted to shut off from the rest of the world. She had a lot to think about, her match looming at the next supercard was nothing to take lightly. Even if her and Alicia were neck and neck in singles competition, there was an unspoken power struggle between both Bombshells. They both wanted to be the best, they both wanted to be the leader of the division and right now the title sat with Evie but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be stolen away from her, by the hands of arguably the greatest World Bombshell Champion to grace Sin City Wrestling. Not only did Evie have Alicia biting at her heels but she had just seen who Brooke Saxon had booked her against next week at Climax Control, Kate Steele. Tenacious Kate Steele, the same Kate Steele who since losing the Internet Championship had been banging on about being next in line for Evie’s World Bombshell Championship. There was way too much on the line for this match, there was way too much pride on the line for Evie. A loss before facing off against Alicia, was almost handing her the World Bombshell Championship and that was a pain that Evie couldn’t afford. Evie couldn’t be stuffed to feed the ego of Kate more than it already needed, it was obese as is…
 
As her mind started to tick over about the two matches headed in Evie’s way, she almost missed the subtle vibration in her pocket of her phone. Reaching in she retrieved it, a smile already beaming on her face as she had her hopes up the message would be from Ben but that smile was short lived as she swiped her right thumb across the screen, bringing the message to life and it was the kick back into reality she had desperately tried to forget.
 
You owe me… and time is running out.
 
Before Evie could reply, the three dreaded little dots appeared at the bottom of the Imessage inbox.
 
I know you have the money…
 
The dots appeared again once more, enraging Evie.
 
I know you left your prized possessions at home… alone.
 
Evie’s emerald eyes grew wide, the thought of Ben and Bear being alone caused her skin the crawl. There was no secret that Evie had anger issues at times, but the scariest thing of all is that in blind moments Evie couldn’t contain herself. She felt as if her blood was boiling under her skin, as if a fresh pot of hot water had just been brewed and Evie was a whistling kettle about to boil over.
 
Silly girl… how many times must you be told? I can reach you anywhere and at any time…
 
Evie couldn’t think of a reply right now, all she was thinking about was Ben and Bear and right on cue their private jet hit an air pocket, jolting Evie down in her seat. The turbulence had Evie think irrationally like her half-sister could control the wind for a second, her mind was clouded with thoughts but before she could blast her anger off with a reply the three dots passed across her screen once more.
 
The Terrace Grille… tomorrow at 11am sharp… don’t make me wait… as I’ve already waited long enough dearest Sister.
 
The three dots danced across her screen, as if Ayla was waving a red flag towards a raging bull.  Evie’s right hand wrapped around her phone in a death like grip, the blood rushing from her knuckles as they turned ghostly white. Her focus never shifted from her phone screen as she watched the next words pop on the screen taunting her.
 
Tick Tock, Tick Tock…
 
The minuscule hairs on the back Evie’s neck stood up, control was slipping through her fingers and there was nothing she could do about it. There was no way on God’s green earth she wanted to pay her half-sister the 60 million dollars in hush money. There was no way Ben wanted his wife to hand over their hard earned money also, this wasn’t negotiable. Just when Evie thought the threats were over, her phone buzzed in her right hand once more and an image flashed up before her eyes.
 
It was him.
 
Evie’s eyes locked with his, the whites of his eyes had turned to what looked like mashed potatoes, only they were rusted red. It was her worst nightmare, coming back to haunt her as Evie gazed upon her father’s face once more. She had looked death in the eyes many times over her thirty years of living, but nothing prepared her for the sour taste of saliva in her mouth, she felt as if she was going to be sick. The knots that instantly formed in her stomach, forced her back into a world of pain. Evie’s father’s waterlogged ballooned, decomposing face only recognizable by the half wilted, foamy bubbled eagle tattoo that used to sit proudly on the right side of his neck. His body was purple, bruised from battle but also battered from being dropped into the ocean, in hopes of reaching the sea floor and never reaching the surface again for air. That was the plan, that was Evie’s plan and it was one that had worked for her many times before but now she was looking at the evidence that could unravel her world completely. It turns out her half-sister did have the proof that the Russian and Romania governments were eager to get their hands on. Ayla did have the evidence to sink her and if Evie didn’t pay up all of the threats, would come to fruition.
 
There was a strange feeling of fear rippling through Evie’s body; it wasn’t an emotion that she was used to. Her body stiffened under the terror the end of the flight couldn’t come fast enough. Evie needed to get off this plane, out of the sky and back with her husband. If Ayla had the proof of what Evie did to their father, that meant she wasn’t bluffing about being able to take away the ones she loved most and right now, they were an hour apart. The heroic notion of wanting to save Ben and Bear is what was keeping Evie from ripping the plane apart in frustration and trepidation but the truth of the matter was, Evie needed Ben. Without him, she felt as if her windpipes were closing and she was struggling to breathe, she felt as if an arrowed had pierced her lungs and with each passing breathe her body ached as she waited for death. Reaching up Evie brought her hands around her throat clawing at her skin, trying to subconsciously open her airways. The next sixty minutes felt like a lifetime.
 
As soon as the wheels of the jet kissed the runway, Evie scooped up her carryon bag and bundled all of her belongings together and in a mad rush she didn’t stop to check she had everything. The signal for the door release alerted, and by instinct alone Evie cranked the handle back and opened the door. The steps unfolded below her and without a second thought she descended them carelessly as she was about the stumble on the bottom step, Ben’s arms were wrapped around her catching her before she fell.
 
“Whoa… easy there Eves…” He teased her. “It’s only been a day…” Ben smiled.
 
Evie couldn’t talk, all she could do was wrap her arms around her husband dropping her bag to the tarmac with a thud. And all of a sudden it felt as if the air had returned to her lungs, it was cool and it stung her lungs at first but it was the sweet fresh air of home in Bar Harbour. Evie ducked her head into Ben’s neck, her safe place and she refused to let him go. He could tell from the way her body hit him like a tonne of bricks that something had troubled her on the flight home, and their car ride home would be his best bet of getting that story out of her. Right now, Ben knew he had one job and one job only and regardless of how banged up and bruised his body felt, he had to hold her. He let Evie squeeze him as tightly as she could, it felt as if she needed to remind herself that he was alive and was standing before her in the flesh. Without another word spoken, he placed his chin on top of her head gently, his right hand came up to stroke the back of her head, his fingertips untangling her hair as he soothed her.
 
It wasn’t rare for him to see Evie like this, she was Koloa to him at times but the flash of fear in her eyes he noticed before she tumbled into his arms was enough to have his mind racing back to five years ago. Their hug right now felt all too familiar and if their history was anything to go by, there was storm brewing and now they had to hold on for dear life and try to weather it out. 
 
##
 
The night hadn’t been kind to Evie but she was up at the crack of dawn preparing herself for this morning’s meeting with her sister Ayla. She was dressed and ready in a pair of black ripped jeans and a tight black tank top that she had tucked into her jeans, a Gucci belt wrapped around her waist. It wasn’t your regular belt as Evie had just slipped behind the double G’s a small GPS tracker. Inside her right ear housed a small earpiece that she discreetly covered with her long black hair, thick strands of her hair overlapped her ears, before she pulled it back into a low ponytail. Walking across her living room, towards the coffee table in the middle of the open living space, she reached for her chunky black leather jacket, throwing it over her shoulders Evie couldn’t help but feel she had taken a trip down memory lane. There was an awful feeling of conflict that clouded her as Evie moved towards the wall length mirror checking her reflection to make sure her tracker, earpiece and small handgun couldn’t be seen from the outside. Evie didn’t have to turn around as she watched Ben approach her from the hallway, he was dressed in a pair of jeans, a navy t-shirt, his wallet and keys were in hand as he made his way over towards her.
 
“So where are we going again?” Ben asked, powerfully.
 
Evie just looked back at him through the mirror, a sigh escaping her blood red lips. She didn’t want this to cause an argument, but she couldn’t allow Ben to come with her. They had gone over this conversation about a hundred times last night, but Ben refused to let his wife go it alone.
 
“Ben.” Her voice trailed. “You can’t come with me. I don’t want you to.” Evie said painfully.
 
Ben just took a step towards his wife, he knew what she meant and he wasn’t taken back by her hurtful words. He knew Evie only wanted to keep him safe, but he wanted to do the same in return to her.
 
“If you think I’m going to let you go it alone… you’re kidding yourself.” Ben decreed.
 
Evie twirled on her heels so she could stare at him directly, her green eyes finding his clear blue eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip. He was suborn at times, not the witty go lucky man that the world got to witness week in and week out and when he had his mind set on something, it took heaven and hell shifting to stop him. Evie reached up and put her hands on top of Ben’s shoulders giving them a tight squeeze to reassure him.
 
“Oh you’ll be there with me.” Evie smiled.
 
Her right hand trailed down his chest and rested in between his pecs, resting on his heart.
 
“You’ll be all I’ll be thinking about… and keeping you and Bear out of harm’s way, is the only thing that matters to me right now. So please, I need you to stay home… Calista will be here any minute and she will tap you into our coms. You’ll be able to hear me, you’ll be able to see what I’m up to… it will be like you’re there… but you’ll be here safe.” Evie spoke firmly towards him.
 
Evie could tell that Ben didn’t like that plan as she saw his jaw tighten, his nostrils flared as he exhaled but instead of fighting with her Ben just reached out and hugged her. As he pressed Evie into his chest, Evie could feel his heart racing.
 
“I don’t like this Eves.” Ben spoke softly.
 
Evie wrapped her arms around his midsection, squeezing him tightly. She knew this was a lot to take in, Evie knew that this was also another downfall on her behalf. Evie told Ben that they would never have to live like this again after the ordeal with her Father, but here they were again being thrown right in the thick of things because of Evie’s past. It haunted Evie thoughts, how much more Ben could put up with this life and how much longer he would stay around knowing that at any given moment their lives would be picked up and smashed back down into the troubles of Evie’s past life coming to haunt them.
 
“I don’t like this either and I’m sorry you have to go through this all again.” Evie said softly.
 
Ben didn’t say a word, he just held onto his wife a little tighter he didn’t want to let her go but he knew she was headstrong and had already made up her mind about what was going to happen this morning. It almost killed Evie as she peeled away from Ben’s touch to look up at him, before she glanced down at her watch. It was 9:45am and if she planned to be at the Terrace Grille by 11am she needed to get going.
 
“I’ve got to go.” Evie breathed heavily, disappointedly.
 
Ben just nodded down towards her, his eyes falling to the floor before he walked Evie over towards their large double doors that their entryway boasted. Evie pulled her arms through the black leather jacket before she collected the large black Birkin bag that was by the doorway, and flung the straps over her right shoulder. Turning back to look at Ben as she stepped back out of her house, she moved towards him placing her left hand on the side of his face, trying to offer reassurance to help erase the pained look across his perfect face.
 
“Before I go, I want you to know that I love you and you are the only person that matters to me.” Evie choked. “But listen to me… If I’m not back in three hours, there is a bag packed for you in the study… you need to collect it, there is a duffle bag on top it contains a new passport. You need to go to the airport, take Bear with you… Calista will let you know the flight details… but once you get to the destination you’ll be met by a man called Pierre and he will take you to the safe house.” She paused, but only because she felt as if she was going to choke on her emotions. “I will meet you there… a few days tops, I promise.” Evie gasped.
 
It was a promise she made but Evie knew damn well she couldn’t guarantee to keep it. Ben went to speak but he didn’t get a chance as Evie pressed her lips against his stealing a kiss. It wasn’t just any ordinary kiss, it felt like their first kiss but strangely it also felt like a last kiss. A heated exchange filled with lust and anticipation but also an unsure embrace, because Evie couldn’t be honest about her gut feeling. This wasn’t a job, this was their lives and right now the glue keeping them together was being ripped apart by a greedy unwanted family arrival. Evie took a step back, breaking their kiss but Ben could tell by the look in her eyes it was the furthest thing she wanted to do right now. She didn’t let him speak, as they both didn’t have to say a word; they both knew how they felt and right now, there were no words to describe any outcome that required Ben to flee the country with the expectation that his wife would come find him a few days later. And with that Evie turned on her heels and walked away leaving Ben there, awaiting the arrival of Calista.
 
#
 
The fresh ocean air and stunning views of Frenchman Bay surrounded Evie as she made her way past the town pier making a beeline towards the iconic yellow umbrellas that laid across the lawn at the waterfront. The Terrace Grille was a well-known restaurant in Bar Harbour and must visit, for any traveller who happened to be in the area. Food service didn’t start until 11:30am but the staff still allowed you to take your seat under a yellow umbrella and look out towards Porcupine Islands as you peruse the menu.  Evie had taken a seat at the furthest table away from the main restaurant, the umbrella closest to the ocean as she could feel the cool sea breeze brush against her skin. The sound of seagulls calling above her head made her uneasy, she hated them at the best of times she didn’t need the chip thieves around whilst she was waiting on her sister. As Evie got comfortable she dropped the large Birkin bag down by her side before her attention was stolen away by the sound of Calista’s voice in her ear piece.
 
“Can you hear me?” Calista whispered.
 
Evie moved her right hand up to her mouth to cover her lips as she spoke back, faking a yawn at the start to explain why she had raised her hand to her mouth. As her eyes scanned the area she couldn’t see her sister but you never knew who could be watching at a high pressure time such as this.
 
“Yes.” Evie cautiously replied.
 
She kept her hand up to her face once more forcing another sham yawn as she heard a commotion on the other end of her earpiece after a set of loud scratches a loud booming voice hit her coms. The ruffling of the microphone came to a halt with a slight screech, causing Evie to close her eyes from being uncomfortable.
 
“Can you hear me?” Ben shouted.
 
Evie could sense the panic in Ben’s tone, and if she was being honest she couldn’t guarantee a safe journey home but she quickly replied back with a nervous rattle in her tone. 
 
“Yes, my love.” Evie carefully concealed her lips as she spoke.
 
She moved her hand away from her lips, bringing it down the table to pump a blob of hand sanitiser into the palm of her left hand, before bringing her hands together to lather them. Evie had to maintain COVID safe practices so her meeting today looked like an innocent family brunch. A catch up of two sisters who were struggling to stay connected during these unprecedented times. It wasn’t all a lie, I mean they were struggling to find a happy ground in their rocky relationship of blackmail and idle threats.
 
“Good, give her nothing and take her nowhere.” Ben encouraged.
 
Evie could hear Ben and Calista high five in the background, it brought a smile to her face knowing that her husband and best friend were still able to get along. Although she knew Ben would be all up in Calista’s space, encroaching on her personal bubble which would be driving the pregnant blonde insane. Calista liked to work alone in these types of set ups, but something told Evie that Calista was going to have to be more than accommodating for Ben’s needs, after all his wife just dropped an escape plan bombshell on him before turning on her heels and leaving the house this morning.  Evie looked up to the right and coming towards her, she could see her sister.
 
“She’s here.” Evie spoke with caution.
 
Ben and Calista knew that was code for silence and without another thought, Evie heard the coms in her ear go dead silent. Ayla moved across the pristine green lawn, making a beeline towards Evie. Evie had moved her sunglasses that sat on the top over her head down over her eyes as she adjusted her position in her chair. her hands came together as she rested them in the middle of the round table, an unimpressed look crossed her face as her little sister was late to the meeting she had set up for the two of them.
 
“You’re late.” Evie snarled. “So much for eleven am sharp.” Her Aussie accent cut deep. 
 
Ayla plonked herself down on the seat across from Evie, she was dressed in a beautiful tight fitting Fendi t-shirt style dress, it was lavender in colour. It was as if she was already celebrating her new lifestyle without even having the money in her hands yet. Evie couldn’t help but notice her long brown hair was curled, but she had it tied up in a bun, two thick loose curls flowed around her face framing it. Ayla slid her Dior sunglasses down her nose, before she perched them proudly on top of her head before she played with the right curl, twirling it around her finger like a playful child.
 
“What can I say, it’s hard to find parking in this dump of a town.” Ayla groaned. “I take it you have what I want?” She said with a smile.
 
Ayla’s green eyes darted straight to the black Birkin bag that was on the grassy floor, they lit up with excitement as she bent across and down her right hand reaching out for it. Her hand was kicked away by Evie, who snapped her sister’s attention back up towards her. Evie couldn’t help but notice how inpatient Ayla was behaving. Even though she had only sat down, she had reached for the bag and already checked her watch an excessive amount of times. Ayla snuck back into her chair, but her right leg started to bounce up and down a sign of being anxious. 
 
“No.” Evie spoke forcefully.
 
Evie glared across the round table at her sister, her arms folded across her chest as she couldn’t believe her sister would just expect a fast food handover. The Aussie slouched back into her chair, looking around to see if anyone was watching her from afar, her eyes were always on the lookout for potential threats as she still couldn’t be sure if Ayla was working alone or if she had some helpers just watching to strike Evie at any given time. Evie’s attention swept back to Ayla, who for the fifth time had looked at her watch.
 
“Well, you mustn’t love your precious airheaded husband that much after all… I knew it was too good to be true, Evie Baang, the heartless Evie Baang being madly in love with one man… enough to leave the assassin game, oh wait what did you used to call it? Procurement?” Ayla’s tone was provoking.
 
Ayla tried her hardest to get under Evie’s skin, but Evie wasn’t buying it. There was something about the way her little sister was behaving that had her second guessing her demands. Evie just let out an unamused sigh she didn’t want to be in a heated exchange of words with her sister, secretly deep down there was a part of her that wanted to get to know her but from the way Ayla entered her life, she knew that possibility was too far removed from reality.
 
“You think you know so much about me… and yet you keep bringing up the same three points time and time again. I must say Ayla… it’s getting a little old.” Evie snarled.
 
Evie moved forward in her chair, as she spoke towards her sister she couldn’t help but feel betrayed even though they didn’t know each other. Ayla just rolled her eyes, her right hand came up to her face to play with her stray curl once more.
 
“Look do you have my money or what? I want to get out of this place… I want what I’m owed.” Ayla rushed. “I want you to give me everything I’m entitled to, so I can go back home and be done with this country.” Ayla almost gagged at the thought of being in America a minute longer.
 
Evie watched as Ayla’ eyes started to dart around the outdoor restaurant, the more the swept around the place the more Evie felt uneasy. It felt as if they were being watched and she could have sworn her sister was trying to tell her something as she pushed the curled lock of hair behind her ear and tilted her head.
 
“What’s the rush Ayla?” Evie probed.
 
Ayla once again moved the strand of hair behind her right ear, before she looked across the table at Evie. For the first time their eyes caught each other’s and it felt awkward and unwanted at first but Evie couldn’t help but notice the despair that was written over Ayla’s features. Sure she was sitting in front of her demanding sixty million dollars, but the way she was acting made it feel like there was more to this story than what she was leading on. Evie couldn’t put her finger on it, but the more Ayla fidgeted in her chair the more Evie grew suspicious of their meeting.
 
“I WANT MY MONEY… NOW.” Ayla said between gritted teeth. “I know you brought it with you, so hand it over… I don’t have all day.” She exhaled deeply. 
 
Ayla had lost her patience with Evie as she raised her voice and shouted at her across the table. They both quickly looked around to make sure no other customers had heard them, before Evie let out a sarcastic laugh.
 
“Shut up.” Evie grimaced. “You clearly don’t know the weight of what sixty millions dollars looks like if you thought for a single second that I would be able to stuff it into a duffle bag and bring it to an open plan restaurant and make an exchange. So, why don’t you drop the act Ayla… why don’t you tell me how a florist from Russia, ended up all the way to Bar Harbour Maine to try and hustle some money out of her older sister? Hmmm… I can tell by the way your sweating this isn’t your world… so how about we have some one on one time and get to know each other a little better.” Evie smirked.
 
It was a ploy, Evie wanted to keep Ayla talking the more she looked like fish out of water the more Intel Evie could collect on her little sister the more she could use moving forward. Ayla grinded her teeth together and she moved forward in her chair, she reached across the table and like a cat she clawed at the table in frustration. Evie watched her sister take her long manicured black index finger and she tapped it on top of the table as if she wasn’t impressed by her older sister’s actions.
 
“Oh so, you did take some time out of your busy life to google me… I should feel honoured. You see I used my florist store as my front. You should know all about it, that’s how you and your father used to run those terrible nightclubs.” Ayla bit back.
 
Ayla kept tapping the table over and over again, her eyes darting down to her finger as if she was trying to lead Evie’s gaze there. Evie was trying to ignore the annoying sound of nail hitting wood; it was grinding on her last nerves but Ayla continued to tap away. Evie’s attention moved back to her sister’s face. She was trying desperately to hold back the sarcastic look on her face but she couldn’t help herself. She needed to correct her little sister.
 
“Once again… I’m not getting the serial killer vibe from you little sis… I mean woman to woman in this game, we don’t expose our aces and so far… you’re done nothing but.” Evie sighed. “I guess this is why younger sisters tend to be more irresponsible and sloppy.” She chuckled.
 
Evie winked towards Ayla and the Russian born couldn’t help but see red. Ayla didn’t have time to play games, she didn’t have time for small talk, she wanted her money and she wasn’t going to leave without it.
 
“If you don’t give me what I’ve asked for Evie… I will kill everything you have ever loved.” Ayla snarled.
 
Leaning across the table once more, she spoke through gritted teeth her thick accent, was harsh enough to make the hairs on the back of anyone’s neck stand up but Evie didn’t even flinch as she watched her sister scramble for threats. Evie leaned across the table, matching her sister's actions as she spoke back to her sharply.
 
“It’s everyone… it’s you’ll kill everyone… not everything...” Evie teased sarcastically.

Ayla just double blinked, shocked at how quickly Evie had replied. She nervously raised her right hand up to her ear once more tucking her hair behind it before she spoke once more.
 
“OMG stop, just stop it… please just give me what I’ve asked for… and I swear to god you will never see me again.” Ayla huffed. “Isn’t that what you want?” She sighed.

The sound in Ayla’s tone was desperation. Her left hand quivered as she reached across the table it was as if she wanted to reach out and touch Evie but she restrained herself. Ayla twitched her fingers, flexing them in and out as if she was stretching them. The movement wasn’t lost on Evie as she focused on her sister’s left hand. Evie had to buy some more time with her, something in the bottom of her gut was telling her. Call it sister intuition, even if that was a mythical stretch for a reason.
 
“I’d rather have a sister in my life… more so than a black mailing bitch if I’m honest but alas here we are.” Evie said dryly. “So why don’t we start this over again… are you in some sort of money troubles?” Evie’s tone was softer.

Evie looked up from Ayla’s hand and the table, her intense gaze had softened as she made an attempt to reach out.
 
“Maybe if we got to know each other a little more, I could help you?” Evie pleaded.

Ayla just sighed, she felt deflated she couldn’t handle it anymore. Bringing her hands together she balled them to make a fist slamming them together on to the table.
 
“Just give me the money.” Ayla said painfully. “I don’t want you in my life, never have never will… I just need the money.” She held back tears. “You mean nothing to me.” Ayla raised her voice.

Evie didn’t have time to be upset from her sister’s harsh words as Ayla’s face looked haunted as she quickly scanned the area. She swiftly moved her black YSL bag up onto the table as if she was going to leave but her left hand was at it again as soon as she knew the case was clear  she looked down towards it. Her fingers were stretching in and out. At first she extended five fingers followed by three, five fingers followed once more and when she finally knew Evie was paying attention she fired out the following five, five, two, five, five, five, one, five, five, three and lastly another five. Evie eyebrows came together as she tried to piece the message together but she couldn’t for the life of her work it out all she could see was the panicked look on her younger siblings face. Without another word, Evie leant down and picked up the black Birkin bag she brought with her, she held it out towards Alya who snatched it within an instant. It was as if she was starving and Evie had just offered Ayla her first meal in weeks. Ayla’s eyes grew wide as she looked inside but the small glimmer of hope faded just as quickly as it presented itself.

“What’s this?” Ayla questioned.

Evie looked at her sister, amused for a moment before she spoke.
 
“It’s twenty million worth of diamonds… one third of what you wanted… more than what I was willing to hand over. You can go back to Russia… a lovely man named Vadim will meet you at a bar called the Pickled Pig or a loose translation of that in three days time…  you’ll make an exchange and that’s how you’ll get your money.” Evie cringed.

She could tell Ben was swearing in rage at home even if she couldn’t hear him in her earpiece but that would be something she would deal with once she got home. Evie looked at her sister, she wasn’t sure why she had given in and gave away some of her prized diamonds from previous hauls but something told her Ayla needed the money more than her right now.
 
“I wanted sixty.” Ayla pouted.

That’s when Evie saw red, as she leant across the table her teeth gnashed together as she spoke towards her. The Terrace Grille has started to fill up with diners so Evie made sure her stern voice wasn’t more than just above a whisper.
 
“I’ve given your ungrateful arse twenty.” Evie fired back. “Now take it and run with it… because if I see you ever again, I will burn everything… and everyone you hold closely down to the ground. Your empire, will become my empire… and trust me Ayla… you know what our family is capable of… you know I’m not fucking joking.” Evie scowled, like only an older sister could.

The tone Evie used almost had a tinge of pain rumbling through it but she would never show a single soul how disappointed she was with her one on one meeting with her only living blood relative. Ayla didn’t know what to say, she just hooked her right arm through the handles of the bag and quickly made her way to her feet. She went to take her leave, but she couldn’t hide her own disappointment as she turned back and leant over Evie, getting up into her older sister’s face almost nose to nose with her as she spoke down towards her.
 
“Didn’t father ever tell you that story about the Devil having a monster under his bed… don’t make me the monster Evie… you won’t like it for a single second.” Ayla hissed towards her.
 
They sounded like a threat but her tone was shakey as she hissed towards Evie. Ayla went to take a step back but she was slightly pushed back as Evie stood up, towering over her sister in her large five inch heels. Evie was livid at the fact that Ayla would throw that story back in her face but she wasn’t going to let Ayla get the last word.

“And didn’t our father ever tell you about what happened to that monster?” Evie smirked wildly. “Cut to the end, the devil was the only one left standing.” She said casually.
 
Evie didn’t wait for a reply, she just looked her sister in the eye, side stepped and pushed past her before making her way towards the pier. She had wasted enough time and energy on Ayla for today, Evie needed to get back home to spend time with the only family that mattered to her. The family that wanted to be a part of her life. Still there was this awful feeling she couldn’t shake, perhaps Ayla was trying to tell Evie something with her finger moments or maybe just maybe Evie had played into a trap where Ayla had played her like a pawn in her game to squeeze money out of the Jordan’s. Either way Evie had to remove herself from the situation as her blood was boiling under her skin, it felt like lava was coursing through her veins. Ayla had some nerve to even walk into her life and try to take them to the cleaners. Yet, Evie couldn’t shift the feeling that she hadn’t seen the last of her sister but that would have to be a drama for another day. Right now she had to make it back to her car in one piece, pray nothing happens and hopefully she would make it home before the sand stopped pouring through the hourglass.

To be continued…

##

The scene opened up in the middle of a dimly lit backstreet in the middle of nowhere. Well that was a lie, it was one of the roads you got to travel when you made your way to The Jordan’s lake house but let’s be dramatic for the purpose of a promotional video. Evie’s figure could be seen in the middle of the road, she was wearing large black heels and a pair of tight black leather pants. The rest of her outfit was covered by a large black trench coat. Her World Bombshell  Championship shone from the moonlight sky as the cameras made their way towards her. The gravelled road was lined by leaf stripped oak trees as the smell of autumn was in the air. The camera's focus on Evie’s face showing off her perfect makeup, her blood red lips a staple in her on camera appearances. Her long black hair was curled and it tangled in the cool breeze as she walked towards the cameras. It didn’t take long and soon enough Evie’s voice was heard, her harsh accent grabbing everyone’s attention straight up.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Evie snarled. “Kate fucking Steele, Kate fucking Warren, Kate fucking sometimes known as Diamond… what a fucking joke, what a waste of my fucking time. You could have given this chance to anyone else, but no once again Kate gets what Kate wants, Kate gets what she demands and for what reason? So you can watch her fall on her fucking face again and again? So, you can blow smoke up her fucking arse?” Evie growled.

Evie took a step up towards the camera, the bottom of her heels crunching on the hard dirt beneath her feet.

“It’s a fucking joke… that this woman is being put in front of me before the likes of Keira, before Maki, before Johanna it’s a fucking joke that Kate could even remotely be considered for a run towards the World Bombshell Championship. This World Bombshell Championship.” Evie paused.

She tapped her prize possession that was draped over her right shoulder, perched proudly as it shone from the reflection of the bright moon.

“Most Bombshell’s when they lose a championship they take the high road, they readjust to their loss by knowing they need to start at the bottom and work their way back up but not you Kate, you have some fucked up delusion in your mind that the World Bombshell Championship needs you. You honestly think that losing your Internet Championship to Myra gives you the launch pad you needed to enter the World Bombshell Championship scene? Take it from the rest of us, no one wants to see you here… no one wants to see you desperately try and become a champion once more, because let’s be honest your whole career revolves about the titles, you refuse to use any sort of wit or measure to build yourself up as a competitor all you do is jump for championship to championship. Week in and week out you tell us your stats you tell us why you deserve to have the gold around your waist, but once it’s there… you tarnish it, because your nose is always stuck up the next person's arse… your eyes are too focused on what Championship to capture next.” Evie sighed.

She moved towards the camera some more, opening her large black trench coat to show off a glimpse of her new ring attire.

“Even when you were the Internet Champion, you spent more time talking about your desire to become the Bombshell Champion that you lost sight of what you actually owned and what was in your possession was the newly regenerated Internet Championship… instead of taking it to new highs you buried it into the ground, instead of making your reign memorable you tarred it with your selfish and pigheadedness… no one cares about the days you held it for Kate, because we all fucking know it was just you dragging lines through a calendar, so you could stuff your awards cabinet with one more fucking self proclaimed meaning of greatness.” Evie paused.

Evie swept a lock of her hair behind her ear, as the wind started to pick up around her.

“You know if you need to keep reminding people about how great you are with words… it means the complete opposite right. You never see a fucking commercial on the TV for a Ferrari, because everyone knows it worth, they know it’s power…  yet, every fucking second you get a chance to you open your mouth and you demand that we take notice of you, you demand that we see you as the next World Bombshell Champion… and why? Because it’s the next step up? You should be satisfied at the back of the fucking line, you should be trying to refocus and regroup… but no, you think you automatically deserve this.” Evie's voice dripped with venom.

She adjusted her title showing it off the camera ever so delicately.

“You deserve nothing.” Evie growled.

Her focus was lasered onto the lens of the camera, she wanted that message to be driven home to Kate.

“What have you done for this, apart from running your mouth? Nothing… what have you done to step up apart from starting a trashy fucking band? Nothing… You can’t expect to just flap your fucking gums and have things fall into line for you Kate… You need to work for them and the only thing you have been working is your tongue, your lips when you should have been using your teeth as a cage, to prevent the stupidity that leaks from your mouth and dribbles down your chin.” Evie snarled.

The Aussie rolled her eyes towards the camera, she had the weight of the world on her shoulder. She knew if she wasn’t able to beat Kate this week she would be walking into the Super card with a loss, before facing Alicia Lukas was never a good thing and worst of all a loss to Kate would probably propel Kate into the mix at Violent Conduct.

“You know what makes me sick? Kate, you honestly think that your standard around here, you honestly think that you’re the measuring stick and if someone can beat you that makes them the real deal… you’re delusional to think that you hold the same weight as the likes of Alicia Lukas, Delia, Vixen, Roxi, Mikah... you’re mistaken if you think people are lining up to face you to see if they are good enough. You’re not the gate keeper for greatness in Sin City Wrestling, you’re that annoying fucking bump in the road that we all get to, and we just pray that people have thick enough skin to get past all the bullshit you talk about yourself… about how you’re the greatest thing to grace Sin City Wrestling, you’re truly not… you never have been you never will be, your just a carbon copy of Crystal Hilton, with your sixteen names, twenty personalities and your band that’s a complete rip off a cartoon… if you had one original thought in that brain of yours, it would be fucking deadly, but no you clown yourself to an audience week in and week out thinking that you’re  being entertaining, assuming that you’re being different, you believe that you’re a stand out… but when this is all said and done, when the lights go out and your wrestling career is dead and gone, people won’t remember you for your self glorified tick list of greatness… you’ll be known as an imposter, a bipolar nutcase who can’t tell which way is up, because they already believe that they are at the top.” Evie stopped, bringing her teeth together.

Taking another step up towards the camera Evie bent down so the footage could focus on her face when she said her next line.

“You’re so far from the fucking top, that if you fell from your perch, you’d already be on the fucking floor.” Evie smirked.

Evie took a step back and continued along the path towards the forest, the camera continued to follow her as she spoke.

“So what happens next Kate, when all your desperation, all your entitlement comes crashing down around you this Sunday night?  When we finally get to step back inside the ring and lock horns one on one? What happens when I remind you that you’re always going to be one step away from obtaining the World Bombshell Championship? Will you deny this loss as well or will you run into the arms of your little bitch of a husband or your fake best friend?” Evie smirked. “You really think Melody gives two shits about you? She can’t fucking stand you… but you know the best way to shut you up, it’s to just feed you full of false hope, pat you on the head and tell you that you’re such a good friend, you know basically how you would treat a rescue dog… your just charity for Melody… it time you wake up and see that.” Evie said sarcastically.

Evie couldn’t help but laugh, but she didn’t get carried away as she quickly followed up.

“It must suck knowing that everyone around you can’t even stand you… take your Husband for instance, he took to dressing up in drag to get away from you. He cheated on you, just to catch a breath of fresh air… and let’s be honest the only reason why he is hanging on to you now is because he needs his monthly cheques to cash… without his connection to you, without your connection to Melody… his dream match of coming face to face with J2H would just be stale piss in a bottle… it wasn’t his star power or your worth that put him on the map for James… it was your annoying presence in his wife’s life that lit the fucking fuse.” Evil smiled.

Evi couldn’t help herself; she had to laugh, she enjoyed knowing that would seep  under Kate’s skin.

“How does it feel knowing you're not worth a grain of salt, not even a pinch when it comes to being the benchmark in Sin City Wrestling? How does it feel knowing that this week at Climax Control we will stand across the ring from each other once more and you’ll be the next stepping stone in my World Bombshell Championship legacy? You couldn’t stop me from winning the Blast from the Past, your team couldn’t hold the front, and this Sunday history will repeat… although just to cement my claim to my championship… I will pin you in the middle of the six-sided ring and I will beat you fair and fucking square and once the match is over, you won’t be able to hide behind Javi… you won’t be able to say he is the only reason why you lost. You’ll learn that the Blast from the Past was a team effort and even though I never pinned you… I still defeated you as much as that is a struggle to get through your thick skull. Because, weren’t you telling everyone that because I never pinned you, I never beat you? Yet when you and Ben took the win in the strange bedfellows match, you couldn’t and wouldn’t stop fanning your cooch about how you had beaten me? That doesn’t balance out Kate, you can’t just accept losses when you feel like it. That’s a fucking cop out… but on Sunday night we won’t have to worry about the red tape that comes with a mixed tag team match, we won’t have to worry about who is who in the zoo… all you’ll need to worry about is what excuse you’re going to use when you walk into Climax Control claiming victory but you’ll be wheeled out the building red faced, disgraced and back to the fucking bottom of the ladder… as you fucking should be.” Evie snapped her teeth shut.

She was animalistic at times when she spoke, especially when she was focused on something that grind her gears. Evie looked down the lens of the camera, adjusting her World Bombshell Championship that was draped proudly over her shoulder.

“The fact you have skipped over Keira is fucking appalling and the fact that you think you can get away with it? Is even fucking worse… it’s okay, that’s why I’m here and I’ll continue to do what I have been doing since my return, dishing out timely reality checks to those who need it most. Tally thought she was the next big thing, I put a stop to that… Andrea thought she was a worthy champion, I put a stop to that… Alicia thought she was unbeatable and guess what? I put the breaks on that as well… so, tell me again how you’re next in line, tell me again why the Bombshell title needs you? Tell the world why you deserve to be the top champion in this company… and I’ll just remind you Sunday night that you’re not worth shit. You’re not next in line, you’re not even in contention. I’ll open your fucking eyes to that at Climax Control… consider it a gift, consider it a warning, consider it your worth… I don’t give a fuck how you polish it, just know that this World Bombshell Championship isn’t going anywhere soon and it sure as hell isn’t going to be released into your hands.” Evie paused.

She had a repulsed look on her face, but Evie continued on.

“Your greedy, needy fucking hands all they do is grab, but I can assure you, you’re reaching for an unobtainable goal. So, when you lose this Sunday do us all a favour take a fucking long walk off a short pier when it comes to begging for a World Bombshell Championship shot… no one likes a beggar, no one likes a greedy slut who expects more than what she is worth. Kate you’ve become the resident two dollar title whore in Sin City Wrestling and it’s safe to fucking say it but no one is willing to pay for your clapped out entitled arse anymore.” Evie smirked.

Evie moves towards the camera, focused as ever.

“I’ll see you on Sunday night and I can promise you Kate this won’t be the outcome you’ll be looking for. I have the weight of the world on my shoulders and I refuse to buckle or crack at the thought of facing you or losing to you, especially being two weeks away from facing Alicia Lukas again… I’m not going to allow you to win yourself a chance to enter this match, nor will I allow you to hold any more bragging rights over my head…” Evie snarled.

Evie moved her World Bombshell Championship once more as she spoke.

“You once shut me out from becoming the Internet Champion, so please allow me to return the favour when I eliminate your claim to the World Bombshell Championship… this Sunday night at Climax Control. I’ll call it an eye for a fucking eye, and you’ll just have to fucking accept it.” Evie smirked wildly.

And with that said and done, the scene faded in on the wickedly evil smirk of the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion, Evie Jordan.

 Joy; a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. Joy is the emotion that was flowing through the veins of Sin City Wrestling’s resident Australian Bombshell Evie Jordan as she showed the world, she still has what it takes to be at top of the mountain. At Into the Void, Evie was able to dethrone the previous World Bombshell Champion, Andrea and in turn she was able to start the very next step in her career as the… NEW World Bombshell Champion.

Four words she longed for, four words she fought and four words that could now escape her lips proudly. Evie had worked her arse off leading up to Into the Void and when the dust settled and the match was over, her head was the one to wear the crown. It wasn’t an easy victory, Andrea took Evie to hell and back, but let the records show that Evie told Andrea she would take her to her absolute limits, and she would give her the final shove, over shadowing her reign as the World Bombshell Champion.

Happiness in this sport doesn’t come by often, but when it does Evie knows to take of hold of it with both hands and ride it out for as long as she could, because the reality is that reality would soon follow. The thrill of the chase towards the World Bombshell Championship was over and now Evie was entering the stressful stage of having to defend what was hers. Half of the roster was already chomping at the bit to get their hands on her, people already staking their claim to being next in line. There was no real time to celebrate there was no real time to let this all sink in, because there would always be work to do. There would never be a dull moment and from the moment the curtains closed at Into the Void, Evie’s back was painted red and white, a target for the rest of the Bombshell’s to aim for.

Now there was a line up, each Bombshell taking their stance as the nock of their arrows were being positioned on the string. Their fingers were starting to pull back on the taut thread as they positioned their bows, their eyesight on the prize, aligning the target, visualising the reward as they allow their fingertips to slip back and take their chance at the bullseye.

Evie wouldn’t make this easy on them, there was no way in hell she was going to be a sitting target and on Climax Control she would show the world what type of champion she would be… as she made her way towards her first show as a two-time Champion, she was salivating at thought of the competition that would be placed before her… her eyes at times bigger than her belly…

As Evie Jordan stared towards… the opener? In a tag match? Against her husband? Taking on Kate? Tagging with Teddy?

OH, FUCK OFF.

##

After the cameras cut off at Into the Void there was no more time for celebrating all the joy that was streaming through Evie’s body had frozen. Turning to look back from her position on the top rope her heart snuck into the bottom pit of her stomach. There he was, staggering on his feet trying to keep it all together just so he could share this moment with his wife. Evie’s cold harsh stare had melted to concern as she watched Ben sway on the back of his heels, reaching towards the ropes to help him with his balance.

She really was a monster.

Instead of letting him stay out the back, Evie had asked him to come to the ring if she won against Andrea and now the repercussions of her selfishness where glowing before her eyes. Like a lighthouse, beaming warnings to the boats off into the harbour, Evie was witnessing the reality of her selfishness. There were no words that could excuse her behaviour there were no words that would make this right. Ben was still nursing wounds from the skull shattering blow O’Malley had cowardly punished him with, all so he could take advantage of a cheap shot and walk away with the Sin City Underground Championship. There was no honour in his victory, no reason for O’Malley to feel victorious, like a king… and yet, right now there was no honour in Evie’s either.

Evie jumped down from the ropes as soon as the camera man let her know that the footage had stopped airing to the world and without hesitation she was by her husband’s side, helping him through the ropes. Practically dragging him up the ramp and into the backstage area, as Ben held onto to forehead, his eyes pinched closed. He was in pain and her little power stunt, might have been the icing on the cake that pushed Ben to his absolute limits. She made her way towards the medic’s room, desperate for medical attention.

The medical staff rushed up towards Evie, their focus on her bleeding nose but instead of getting herself checked out she rationally pushed Ben into their direction. It didn’t take them long to notice his injuries and like a fresh bloom, he was surrounded by the medical team like a swarm of bees. As Evie stood back and just watched on as they worked on her husband. It wasn’t until then she realised the extra weight in her right hand, looking down her piercingly green eyes settled upon the World Bombshell Championship.

Something she should have been proud to carry but Evie’s eyes couldn’t stand the sight of it. The Australian respected the history, she respected the hard work, the blood, sweat and tears that had gone into the World Bombshell Championship but right now she didn’t feel like a Champion, she didn’t feel like she deserved this. There was no passion to celebrate, there was no drive to feel anything other than disgust in herself.  

Her eyes moved back up to her Husband, seeing the medical team scan his eyes with a flashlight looking for signs of a concussion and without warning the leather strap of the World Bombshell Championship slipped from her fingertips and with a slap her grand prize had fallen to the floor. Before Evie even had the chance to bend down to pick it up, a nurse was by her side, her hands reaching up to pinch the side of her nose. Evie pushed her away, she didn’t care in fact she had forgotten that the bridge of her nose was busted wide open from Andrea. It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt, its just right now her focus was on her husband, her internal monologue was ripping her to pieces. This was her fault.

This was all her fault.

“Evie, I need to take a look at your nose, company orders.” The nurse bellowed.

Evie waved off her advances once more, as she waved her off but without a second warning the nurse reached up and pressed her thumb and index finger together looking at the split. Her fingers wiggled to access any breakages and once she was satisfied with a result she let go on Evie’s nose and smiled up towards her.  

“No breaks.” She smiled. “Just some glue and you’ll be out of here.” The nurse’s voice was irritatingly cheery.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Evie barked. “Not until Ben gets the-all-clear.” Her voice wobbled, like jelly.

The nurse turned back, following Evie’s eyesight as her green eyes failed to shift from the sea of people who were working around Ben. Turning back to look at the young Australian the nurse nodded, before she left to go gather some medical glue to seal the crack on the bridge of Evie’s nose. Evie didn’t wait for her to come back, she just pushed her way through the crowd of people to get to Ben. She could tell even he was getting tired of all the fuss, he wasn’t the type to cause a panic, but he knew Mark Ward and Christian Underwood had a strict policy on possible concussions. After a few more moments he was given the-all-clear, but they were both instructed on rest. Evie’s attention didn’t shift as the medical team barked out strike orders that they would need to follow over the new few hours, before reporting back first thing in the morning for a follow up consult.  

The room soon cleared leaving them both alone for the first time since Into the Void had ended. Ben sat stiff on the bench, looking up at Evie who was staring back at him all colour drained from her face as she was ghost like. Fear rippling her body, not sure what to say or do.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I never should have asked you to come out there.” Evie followed up.

Ben didn’t say a word, he just looked at her and for the first time in a long time Evie couldn’t get a clear read on his features. Reaching out Ben held onto her delicate right hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing them against the back of her hand. She could have melted right then and there, his touch was enough to have her feeling her stomach flutter as if a thousand butterflies called it their home. Ben’s eyes doubled blinked as he was no doubt still struggling with his blurred vision, but his attention shifted from his wife to see her World Bombshell Championship on the floor before a gruff sigh escaped his lips.

“It seems, I’ve got a lot to teach you about being a proper champion.” He tried to chuckle, but he coughed instead.

Evie looked back over her shoulder, as the butterflies ceased to beat their wings and in a drastic drop, they hit the pit of her stomach. Her green eyes were now looking at the one thing she had been fighting for, was now laid out on the floor in a heap. It was that exact moment she knew she didn’t deserve it, and it was in that exact moment she knew if she was going to be considered a champion, she was going to have to work harder to be the “owner” it deserved. Her attention was brought back to her Husband as he felt him slip off the bench towards her, catching himself with his feet.

“Let’s go home.” He muttered.

And home they went, well their home away from home the Saxon Hotel. The night that should have been filled with celebrations, was now crippled with injuries and doubt.

##

If you haven’t watched Ben Jordan’s promotional video, now would be a great time to catch up with what’s about to happen or otherwise you’re going to be all sorts of confused… its okay I’ll wait.

All caught up, okay ready let’s goooo.

While Ben was speaking with Max Burke, Evie was left to her own devices inside the shared hotel room with her Husband Ben Jordan. She didn’t feel like such a leech anymore, since winning the World Bombshell Championship Evie was entitled to her share in the lavish hotel room. It was early in the day and the absence of Ben hadn’t gone unnoticed but he did send her a message to let her know what he was up to, the last thing he needed was his wife burning down the tower in search of her husband’s kidnappers when in reality he was only swapping stories with an old friend. Evie had turned her attention to her phone looking at the card for this week’s Climax Control.

Evie already had it in the back of her mind that she would be defending her newly won World Bombshell Championship, she expected that the woman standing across the ring from her would be Crystal or heck, maybe even Sel but catching her completely off guard Evie read the following group message. “Ben Jordan and Kate Steele Vs Evie Jordan and Teddy Warren.” Evie dropped her phone onto the end of the bed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, anger boiling away under her flesh. How many times would she have Ben, pinned against her like this? How many times would she have to stand across the ring from her husband and people expect the Jordan’s to just be okay with it? A sigh left her blood red lips as she reached forward and picked up her phone, quickly taping her fingers across the touch screen as she fired off a text message to Ben.

Evie knew her husband had been struggling the past few weeks, from winning at Into the Void, to having his moment overshadowed by an Irish snake in O’Malley. The knock to the back of his head, wasn’t anything to be glossed over as Evie knew Ben had struggled to keep himself focused on her match at Into the Void. She knew he had done his best to make his way down to the ring and celebrate with her, in a moment she had requested of him. Selfishly she wanted to celebrate with him, because let’s face it, if it wasn’t for Ben singing her up for the Blast from the Past tournament Evie wouldn’t be standing here today as the current Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. The hours to follow Into the Void should have been filled with celebrations but the two had spent most of their time getting medically checked out before crawling their way back to the Saxon Hotel. To tired and banged up to rejoice the pair just showered, curled up into a ball and headed to bed. She knew that Ben would be struggling to come to terms with their match on Sunday night, purely because Evie was facing down the same demons.

They were both competitive people and now, they would be standing across the ring from each other teamed up with Kate and Teddy and forced to fight. Each team not wanting to lose because let’s be real if Teddy or Kate were to get one over Ben or Evie that would sure fire put them in line for a world championship match up. The Jordan’s weren’t blind they could see exactly what Crystal was playing at and well, the rest of the show card echoed that sentiment. A tag match was set with the winning team, being able to pick a title match at any time and any place didn’t sit well with Evie. It wasn’t that she was afraid to fight, in fact Evie cherished the thought of standing across the ring from Andrea once more, hell even Alicia or Crystal or Roxi. It just didn’t make sense that Evie was staring down two challengers in the future, while the men’s it was everyone for themselves.

Still Evie would do all she could to keep the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship in her grips, regardless of what team won on the night. It just felt a little sticky, considering the four names in the match up, weren’t new or different challengers. It appears that Crystal was plotting a swift victory but in fact, the reality is she probably just handed the opportunity straight to Andrea and Alicia.

However instead of dwelling on the odds being stacked so hard against her, Evie was going to make the most of her first Climax Control as a two-time champion even if that meant standing across the ring from her love. She wasn’t going to allow this match tear them apart, she was going to cause a little havoc and try and bring some fun.

Her Ben-less day wasn’t a day wasted as Evie had plotted little evil plans, to get under her husband’s skin for their up coming match this Sunday. Even though they weren’t going to lay hands on each other, Evie couldn’t resist the urge to play a few little mind games with her husband. Evie knew Ben was on his way back from the SCU show, she knew that he was in the building and she was prepped and ready for her next evil deed in the week of pranks before their match.

The door popped open and as Ben walked into his hotel room, what he witnessed as an array of Evie’s ring attire sprawled across their hotel room floor. Tiny sets of bra and panties littered the ground as he made his way towards the main living area. That’s where he found Evie sitting in the high-backed leather chair, a grin from ear to ear as in her hands were Ben’s go to super tight wrestling trucks, he had always kept up his sleeve for a rainy day. Evie saw them as a tool of distraction this Sunday night and she knew Ben wasn’t afraid to push the boundaries in certain matches, with his entrances and ring attire. Ben’s blue eyes looked at Evie’s right hand before they went wide at the sight of a pair of tortoise shell scissors.

“Hi Honey.” Evie smirked. “Did you miss me?” She chuckled.

Ben watched as his wife, toyed with him he knew exactly what she was playing at and after his night and his appearance in the battle royal he was looking for a reason to smile and right now his wife was giving it to him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” He smiled at her. “I know how much you like those on me.” He winked.

Evie nodded, she couldn’t disagree with his words but that wasn’t going to stop her from having some fun trying to make light on their match this Sunday night.

“I can’t afford any distractions on Sunday night.” She hummed. “It’s bad enough I’ll looking across the ring at you, wanting to touch but unable to do so.” She licked her lips, teasingly.

Walking up towards her, Ben looked down at all of the ring gear on the floor trying to work out what his wife had been doing all day.

“So, I see you’re going to try and catch the win by cheating…” Ben chuckled. “Distracting me so Teddy can roll me up and catch me off my guard?” He mused.

Evie looked up at him from her spot her mouth falling open in fake shock.

“Don’t pretend this wasn’t your exact same idea with these.” Evie tutted, faking disappointment.

She threw his tiny white and blue trucks towards him, Ben catching them opening up to see that Evie hadn’t cut them or done anything to them. Evie was wicked but she wasn’t that wicked towards him. Evie dropped the scissors, as she sighed in disappointment before she made her way up to her feet. Ben could now see she was just wearing a silky black robe.

“I would never allow Teddy to roll you up.” Evie’s voice was soft and tender. “I would never allow that.” Her eyes glared at his.


Ben knew she was being serious. As much as Evie wanted her first match as champion to be a successful showing, she knew she would never allow Teddy of all people to take a cheating victory over her husband at the sake of starting off her reign under winning ways. Evie would fall on her sword before she let that happen.

“Do your worst to me On Sunday night… but know, I have my own little tricks I can play.” Evie sounded defeated.

Ben watched as his wife turned around, the black robe slipping off her silky-smooth shoulders exposing them to be bare. His eyes widening as the robe continued to fall towards the floor, showing off her own distracting attire.

“You’re a devil.” He barked.

Evie looked back over her shoulder towards him with a wicked smirk.

“I’m your devil.” She reminded him.  

Ben and Evie just exchanged a smile before Ben made his way over towards her, his arms wrapped around her as he rested his chin on the top of her head. This week wasn’t going to be easy on the two, but they knew if they stuck together and made a joke of things that maybe just maybe the stress of winning and losing wouldn’t feel so constricting.

##

It was night-time and the Saxon Hotel was unusually quiet the cameras panned over showing the striking hotel tower in all it’s beauty as the lights twinkled down the sides of the building showing off its beauty. The cameras swirl around the building quickly panned into a stop on top of the Saxon Tower. There Evie Jordan was found, she was dressed ready for battle with her newly won Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship draped over her right shoulder. As soon as she knew the camera was filming her, she set off on her way.

“I figured there was no need for dramatics tonight, seeing as Sunday night will be dramatic enough.” She scowled. “My first night as Champion and instead of a title defence Crystal the queen of the nitwit’s books me in a strange bedfellow match up. So, across the ring from me on Sunday night I will see my husband the current World Heavyweight Ben Jordan and the Internet Champion Kate Steele… I’m surprised she didn’t book this as winner’s take all, so her friend Kate has a greater chance of walking away with the Bombshell Championship… just only now, if Ben is able to pin Teddy… Kate will get to claim that her team beat my team and therefore she’s next in line for the World Bombshell Championship.” Evie huffed.

She paced back and forth turning to look at the camera every now and then when she spoke.

“I mean that’s what you’re hoping for isn’t it Crystal? To stack the card so much against me so when the dust settles from the two tag matches, your hopes and dreams are resting on the fact that there will be three challengers lined up, waiting for their chance at the World Bombshell Championship… well, little lamb… I say to you, line them up… because the only thing you’ll witness is me, knocking them down one by one.” Evie smirked at the camera.

She adjusted the World Bombshell Championship over her shoulder, letting it shine for the cameras.

“Kate, Kate… Kate fucking Steele… the fucking forever thorn in my side in Sin City Wrestling, I can’t seem to shake you. You’re always there, always that annoying voice in the background… like a yapping little dog, how many times must we face each other? How many times, must we be in high stakes matches?” Evie sighed. “Do you remember the last time.” Evie stopped to let her Keira taunt sink in. “We went toe to toe in the centre of that ring. We teared each other apart, so one of us could be crowned the twenty-twenty blast from the past winner… and well…” Evie tapped her championship. “How did that go down for you? Sunday will be no different, when the time comes and you and I are the legal partners of our teams, nothing… and I mean NOTHING will stop me from ripping you apart. You see, you don’t deserve to claim that you’re next in line for the World Bombshell Championship… you deserve to be far, far away for this belt, purely because of your selfishness.”

Evie snarled, but she continued on her way.

“Like the little pig that wants more, your belly is never full… well on Sunday night I’ll remind you, that your eyes are bigger than you belly and a victory over me, is far between drinks for someone like you. I know I have what it takes to take you to your limits, and I know I have what it takes to beat you when it all boils down to it. So, don’t think for a single second that because you’re tagging with my husband makes you safe… it doesn’t give you security, in fact it only fuels me.” Evie smiled. “The fact I get to work with him, in this sense might seem crazy… but this isn’t a power struggle for Ben and I and unlike you and Teddy… we can handle sharing the spotlight, we can handle each other’s success while you two continuously try and one up each other, as if your relationship relies on the fact of having one alpha...” Evie sighed. “That will be your downfall on Sunday night and that will be the reason why either you will fall Kate, or Teddy will crumble on my team.”

Evie turned to look towards the camera ready to explain herself.

“Ben and I won’t be the weak links on our teams, it will be the both of you. You see this match might be your foreplay, might be your hard on… might be you keys in a bowl type moment… Ben and I don’t have time for it. We won’t succumb to it. We will be walking into Climax Control with one thing on our minds, getting the job done... and if that means Ben picks up the win by pinning Teddy then so be it. I’ll fucking cheerlead that moment because disgusting little weeds like Teddy don’t deserve to grow in this company, they don’t deserve their fifteen minutes of fame... they deserve be forgotten and the sooner the fucking better. Much like yourself Kate. You see we might have unfinished business in this ring, but a mixed tag team match isn’t going to gloss that over… it isn’t going to solve it.  It’s just prologuing the evitable… our one on one match that is so desperately overdue… when I can finally put you to rest and when I can finally shut you up for good.” Evie scowled.

Evie looked at the camera again, letting her harsh Australian accent sink in.

“So Kate, do what you always do… give us a long history lesson on why you’re going to beat me… and then make up this random connect the dots as your reasoning behind who you have beaten and that makes you better than me, because on Sunday night… you’re words won’t matter… they’ll hold no worth when I once again beat you… when I once again, ruin your rise to the top and when I once again remind you who is the better wrestler out of you and I.” Evie smiled. “I didn’t just beat Andrea in the fight of my life, so I could come the Climax Control and be made to be a push over… I didn’t just dethrone one of the best women in Sin City Wrestling history, so I could get played over in this tag match. You’re going to be a message to the rest of the bombshell’s that even though this isn’t how I wanted my reign to start… I will still send the message I want them all to know. I will be a fighting champion, I will be a dominate champion and I will work as hard and as long as I can to bring back prestige to the World Bombshell Championship. It’s been passed around for so long and it’s about time, it found it’s home with some one who is willing to give it the spotlight it deserves.”

Evie stepped up towards the camera a look of determination on her face.

“Sunday night is about me putting the World Bombshell Championship back on the map and to do so, I’ll make an example out of you, Kate… I won’t fucking hesitate. I’ll do it with fucking ease.” Evie sighed. “This isn’t a game to me and I’m sick of having people like Crystal and you trying to underhand me every time I come close to a championship. It stops now and I can promise you, neither of you will end my reign, you can mark my words on that.” Evie’s voice was heated.

Evie looked down at her right shoulder, the weight of the world resting there in the form of her newly won World Bombshell Championship.

“As for you Ben… I know the rules forbid it but if you get the urge to put your hands on me… I can think of a move or two that would work in your favour.” Her smiled was bright and wild. “Maybe a pump handle slam, a fireman carry throw… the old bend me of your knee?” She licked her lips. “But seriously… I look forward to seeing you across the ring on Sunday night… because I know whatever happens, I’ll be your biggest fan, when you pin Teddy and wrap this one up early.”

She winked at the camera, playing of course.

“Just like you’ll be my biggest fan… when I pin Kate Steele in the middle of that ring and call it a fucking night.” Evie smiled.

She was running out of time and knew she had to wrap this one up, So Evie stepped towards the camera once more continuing her promotional.

“Then we can move on from this nonsense and focus on what truly matters… our separate reigns as the current World Champions of Sin City Wrestling.” Evie said proudly.

Moving towards the camera the lights flickered off the water in the pool behind her, as Evie took a final moment to end her promotional on a high.

“I’ll see you Sunday night Kate, prepare for a repeat of the Blast from the Past tournament, where you come in guns a blazing but once again I’ll be here to remind you… you’re still miles away from being at the top.” A devilish smile was on her face. “For Mi Mundo.” Her attention shifted to her Husband. “You know exactly what we need to do.” She winked.

Evie stared down the lens of the camera and soon enough the footage faded to nothing. Leaving the world to wonder, what team would come out on top at Climax Control and had Evie’s claim for her World Bombshell be to heavy for her to handle?

 Happiness; often sought after regularly over looked. You see the secret of happiness is letting every situation be what it is, instead of what you think is should be. For years Evie had searched for her happiness and for years she was denied its touch as she spent way too long looking without a light, when she should have been living in the moment. It’s so easy to look back now and know the exact moments things could have gone pear-shaped or things could have ended very differently for her but in the heat of the moment. Evie truly believed that she would never have her happily ever after. It seems so hogwash like, considering Evie wasn’t one to believe in fairy tales, she didn’t believe in destiny, she didn’t believe in fate, she believed that everything happened in her life because she worked hard enough to reach her goals.
 
Nevertheless, the one thing that turned her life upside down, shook out her pockets and stole her lunch money, was the moment her eyes fell on her now husband Ben Jordan. That very moment Evie learnt that you didn’t have to work for your happiness, because from time to time it just stumbles into your life. Smack bang, in the middle of Paris in an over decorated, over gloried charity gala. It was on that chance filled ‪Saturday night‬ on the 21st of February 2015 where Evie’s piercingly green eyes laid upon his crystal clear blue ones for the first time and ever since then her life had changed.
 
She was happy.
 
Disgustingly, over the top, repulsively happy… it was as if by miracle every dark cloud that stormed over her head had lifted and once again her skin was blessed by the rays of the sun. It must seem ridiculous for a man to bring so much joy into a woman’s life, but let’s face the harsh reality. Evie lived in a tortured home, raised by two horrible parents. One only wanted to use her to build an empire, while the other refused to accept her as she wasn’t born a boy. Much of her early years were spent locked inside her room for punishment, the other part of her early years were spent learning the tools of the trade. At the tender age of nine Evie could carve up even the toughest of meat, and yet all those years of training to believe she was being taught how to survive a global doomsday turned out to be her father’s nifty, unorthodox way to prepare her for what happened next. A life a misery, hidden behind the smiley mask of a life of crime.
 
Did Evie truly enjoy stealing, did she truly enjoy being a gun for hire? No, the fact she had to take orders for most of her young adult life still burns her. It wasn’t until she broke free from the lineage that she started to act for herself, as yet even when she was burning down bridges, crumbling down organised crime rings and tearing the walls down that she had once helped built. Happiness was still so far away, so far out of touch, not even her finger tips could reach it. Maybe it was a sign the night that Evie met Ben. It was an indication of things to come as the first time she met him her life had started to turn and move towards the light.
 
The bounds of being controlled started to loosen, the pressure of being bossed around were removed and finally Evie was able to start moving on from the darkness of her past. She finally became herself, removing herself from a life a crime wasn’t easy, especially for a woman with her reputation. The crawl back into the light was long and stormy, but at least she had a reason to start. At least she had a reason to fight, there wasn’t a single chance her relationship to Ben would still be alive and kicking if she was still trapped inside that other world, so she made sure through hell and high water that she reached for the shore instead of drowning in the deep seas that were teeming with blood.
 
It seems trivial that Evie would give up all the fruits of her labour for a man, but the truth is diamonds might be forever but they can be replaced, they can be brought, whereas love… love is priceless… happiness is underrated and while so many choose to sit and sulk, Evie moved mountains so she could smile. So she could live a normal life and do as she pleased with the man that enchanted her, the one she adored. For once in her life she was captivated not captured and trust her, there’s a massive difference.
 
Over the years Evie had to go to hell and back for her freedom, she had to struggle, fight and never give up to be the woman who she was today and to her, she wouldn’t take those years away for anything. She wouldn’t give up the torture, she wouldn’t give up the pain, and she wouldn’t give the feeling of being lost and the aches of despair. Without those darkest times in her life she wouldn’t be able to appreciate the greatest feeling of love, the warm feeling of hope, the intoxicating feeling of happiness. Without the misery she wouldn’t be able to appreciate the pain a smile makes, when it refuses to move from your face. Finally, after years of striving for happiness, and after years of giving up Evie was exactly where she was meant to be, she was feeling things she never believed she would every come close to accomplishing.
 
Her horrible reputation of being the blood scarlet of Russia, the venomous witch of London and the soulless Shelia of down under, those nicknames didn’t even come close to comparing to the titles she now ruled under. Wife. Dog Mother. Snake Mother and soon to be crowned NEW Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.
 
Although let’s not get a head of ourselves and let’s focus on ‪this Sunday‬ and Mercedes Vargas.
 
##
 
It was now the early hours of the 6th of May, the Jordan birthday bash had wrapped up and most of the Sin City Wrestling, Sin City Underground and Grime superstars had returned to their hotel rooms to call it a night. Well day, well night… anyways you get the idea. Evie and Ben were the last to leave the roof top pool area as Evie had stayed back to help the Saxon Staff members clean up, she also had to give Brooke Saxon a thick wad of cash to pay for the extra staff, the catering, the cleaning and the rental of the pool deck but all of that didn’t matter, what mattered the most to Evie was the stupid looking goofy smile that was plastered on her Husband’s face. As Evie finished up with the hostess duties, she turned on her pin point heels and looked towards Ben, who was sitting on the edge of a sun chair, looking down at the watch on left wrist. Looking up at Evie with his big toothy grin on his face, he tapped the face of his watch as if to give her the hurry along, even when he was being impatient no disrespect was meant. Ben’s actions where matches with a bold smile but a sarcastic roll of Evie’s eyes as she made her way back over towards him.
 
“Have you got somewhere to be, Jordan?” Evie taunted him.
 
“Yes.” Ben said unapologetically. “In bed.” His bright white teeth smiled up at her.
 
Evie watched as her husband made his way back up to his feet, he was sloshed for sure as he staggered back but was able to catch his balance before he pushed himself into her wrapping his right arm around her shoulders before draping his hand down to dangle near the top of her cut out dress. His fingertips started to play with the large diamond pendant that had housed itself at the top of her cleavage.
 
“Alright let’s get you home.” Evie smirked, before she took one last look around.
 
The Aussie made sure that there was nothing left undone and once she was happy with the look of the roof top area, she made her way back over towards the elevators. Ben followed her, as he swayed a little from side to side but in a playful manner he raced her towards the elevator so he could press the button first before looking back at her with a childish grin on his face.
 
“I might be older, but I’m still faster.” His British accent was loud, proud and filled with liquor.
 
The lift didn’t take long at this time in the morning as everyone else seemed to be in bed, with a simple ding the doors pushed opened and before Evie could step into the lift by herself Ben had already pulled her into it. Evie slammed into his chest as Ben held on to her. His hands instantly reaching up as he caressed her shoulders, he ducked his head down so he could whisper into her ear.
 
“Thank you.” He beamed. “I didn’t think a birthday in lockdown would be much fun, but you knocked it out the park.” Ben gave her a little squeeze. “I’m a lucky guy… Ben’s a lucky guy.”
 
He moved away from Evie to point at himself but before he could continue the lift had stopped and the two were back on their level. Evie reached down and took Ben’s hand leading him back in the direction of their room. Ben followed he couldn’t help but notice how heavy his feet were as he was all partied out, Evie looked back at him seeing that his eyelids were growing heavy she put on the pace to get him back to the room in time. Evie also had one last surprise up her sleeve and she wanted to make sure the birthday boy, got it before he was locked away in the land of slumber. The two reached their hotel door, it didn’t take Evie long to swipe the access card across the card reader, she listened out for the beep and soon enough they were both back inside their hotel room. Evie rights across and swiped the wall, flicking the lights on and as Ben stumbled in behind her, his jaw dropped at his wife’s last surprise of the night.
 
Right in the doorway was two empty glasses which sat beside a large bottle of whiskey. Surrounding the bottle and glasses was an array of red, white and pink rose petals. It was a little girly for him, but she wanted to set the mood for what was about to happen next. Bending down she picked up the glasses with one hand and the bottle with the other. On her way back up she reached out, Ben took a tumbler in his right hand before Evie made her way back up to standing in front of it. Without wasting a lick of time, she cracked the seal on the bottle and before Ben could protest Evie splashed the brown liquid into his cup. It wasn’t a small pour, as her was usually heavy handed with her liquor. She didn’t say a word as she trailed off from the front door, kicking off her black heels as she lead Ben down the trail of rose petals before they came to an end at the base of their king sized bed. Ben knew where this was headed and he couldn’t help but look at his wife with a hunger in his eyes, but before Evie indulged him she took a seat on the side of the bed and gave the vacant space beside her a light tap. Ben obliged and took a seat beside her, before the both turned towards one another.
 
“Happy birthday my love.” She blushed as she spoke.
 
Evie hated to admit it out loud as she was the strong bold type but whenever she spoke to Ben he still gave her butterflies and whenever the two of them were together everyone else and all the world’s problems just melted away into nothing. She only had eyes for him and right now she couldn’t keep her crystal clear green eyes off on him. There wasn’t an inch of him she didn’t know, there wasn’t a freckle she hadn’t seen, a scar she didn’t know the backstory of, he was her story. A book if you will, that she loved reading over and over. Evie screwed the lid back on the bottle before she placed it by the end of the bed on the floor, before reaching across to clink her glass onto his for a cheers. They both downed the whiskey before they set their glasses onto the nearby, bed side table.
 
“Too many more years of us growing old together.” He smiled towards her. “Baby…” He started.
 
Although he wasn’t allowed to finish that sentence either, Evie had been very curt today cutting him down each time he tried to talk to her but with good reason. He could see why she was the way she was in the golf kart, she didn’t want to spoil his party. Although all he wanted to do was to thank her and tell her how much she meant to him but Evie wouldn’t allow him such freedom, not yet anyways. Reaching across she placed her right index and middle finger on his lips, before she dragged them down lingering there as she looked across at him.
 
“I don’t know how I got so damn lucky.” She started. “I still don’t know after all this time why me, you could’ve had anyone in the world and you chose me.” Evie agonized her words. “There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about that and I don’t thank my lucky stars for you coming into my life five years ago. There isn’t a day I don’t think about seeing those big beautiful blue eyes and that stupidly stupid goofy smile that’s plastered on your face.” Her voice cracked a little from nerves. “The first time I saw you, I knew you were special, I knew I wanted to get to know you and I just knew you would change my whole wide world and tip it upside down… because it’s the same day I started to feel again.”
 
Evie’s hands were now in Ben’s as he held onto her for support. Even though he was on the wrong side of tipsy, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she spoke. His goofy smile still splashed on his face as she spilled her heart to him.
 
“I pinch myself every morning I wake up beside you and god only knows why he put you in my life, but I’m thankful every day that it happened.” She paused to catch herself. “I love you Benjamin.”
 
His face lit up as she said his full name, normally that meant he was in trouble but he could tell by the look on her face he was far from it tonight. Ben moved closer to her, his hands moving from hers as her dragged her in towards him. His muscular right arm was around her waist, as his left hand reached up to caress the side of her face. It was so rare to see her so emotional, it was unique to see the pre happy tears glimmer in her eyes as she fought back to keep them there. Tonight wasn’t about her, it was about him the last thing he needed was Evie being all emotional and ruining the night with sappiness but she could tell by the way he was holding her and the way he was looking at her that he didn’t mind.
 
“I couldn’t find the right words at the time to make you a video, I’m sorry.” She blushed. “If I knew how to put into words how you make me feel and how lucky I am to have you in my life I would have. I just hope you know I wish nothing but the best for you and I hope today was a fantastic day for you, you deserve it.” Evie smiled.
 
Ben didn’t reply with words, he just met her lips with his and before either of them could stop it they were deep in a passionate embrace. It didn’t matter that their breathes were tainted with liquor it didn’t matter that they were both exhausted from their night all that mattered was this moment and right now Ben wanted to show Evie that he received the message that she was so desperately trying to send him.
 
Evie had a way with words but when it came to expressing herself and how she felt for her husband she normally turned into a bumbling mess. You see they weren’t your typical couple that met, got along, started dating, fell in lust, like then love. Their path to marriage was quiet quick, it steam rolled from a one off meeting and since then their story had been littered with ups and downs but one thing remained the same they always remained by each other’s side they always had each other’s backs and they always made each other their top priority.
 
Evie felt Ben’s weight shift as he pushed her back on to the bed, before he rolled on top of her. This is exactly where she knew tonight, well today would end but she still couldn’t let him get away with it. Evie might have wanted it just as much as he did but, it was his birthday it needed to be different it had to be different. Breaking the kiss, Evie quickly rolled out from underneath Ben and much to his surprise he watched her remove herself from the bed. The confusion was livid in his eyes as he watched Evie walk around the bed before disappearing from their bedroom.
 
“Eves.” Ben called out sounding a little confused. “You alright lo...?”
 
Before he could continue Evie had made her way back into the room, his eyes were locked on her as he looked her up and down. Ben had missed the black silk like material that was now in Evie’s hands, she clearly had something in mind. Like a school boy his feverish need to be with her, over took his sense as Ben stumbled across the bed, knocking over the bottle of whiskey he took a millisecond to look back but the voice inside his mind said it all “leave it” and leave it he did as he ate up the ground between himself and Evie with ease. Just as Ben reached out to touch her, Evie turned around before looking back at him over her shoulder.
 
“One last gift.” She smiled devilishly. “Best unwrap it.” Her voice was like honey as she teased him. “Remember, greedy hands make light work.” Evie said with haste.
 
Her blood red lips parted with anticipation and Ben obliged her demands, reaching up his right thumb and index finger found the zip of the black dress and as they enclosed it his eyes scanned down to see that the little clasp was in fact a tiny bow. Evie heard him grunt as a chuckle escaped his lips, before she heard the zipper start to drag down her spine freeing her. Today had gone to plan and everything was just how Evie wanted, and well that there meant everything to her and to see that endless smile on his face brought her nothing but pure happiness. And well that’s where we’ll leave our resident Sin City Wrestling good guy, bad girl couple as you no doubt know where this is going and if you don’t? Well good for you. It’s a wonderful thing to have a pure mind and soul.
 
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Tuesday marked the 12 of March, that day didn’t hold any real special occasion it was just another dim, boring day in lockdown for most. You know the ones, who refuse to leave their hotel rooms in fear they might trip and fall into some fun. Nevertheless, the sun was beaming the birds were chirping and our resident good cop bad cop couple of Ben and Evie Jordan were out and about already on this fine spring day. The two had spent the morning at breakfast catching up with Fenris and Aron before they moved away from the group and headed back to the scene of Evie’s latest crime.
 
Crimes against Putt-Putt.
 
Yet, she was determined to get this bogey off her back and finally master the mundane task that was putt-putt. Evie couldn’t put it into words and she couldn’t understand why golfing wasn’t like every other sport she tried her hand at. Normally she was naturally, annoyingly gifted when it came to the wide world of sports but since trying her luck at golf and putt-putt Evie’s confidence had taken more hits than the ridiculously daft little white ball that at times refused to leave its tinny tiny perch also known as the tee. Her inability to conquer this task was driving her up the wall but being the true champion she was, she refused to give and let herself be defeated by such an absurd social activity. 
 
Ben and Evie had already worked their way through fourteen of the eighteen holes of the putt-putt course. Ben was forced to keep score as he knew his wife was under counting her shots of the ball actually finding it home in the hole and to keep things fair he thought it would be the best to pull rank and play the umpire as well as couch for his wife. As Evie made her way up towards the tee, she placed her ball on the white pin before she moved back looking to take the shot.
 
“This time Eves, maybe look in the actual direction you want the ball to go.” Ben offered her some logic, but he couldn’t hide his brazen smirk.
 
Evie turned back to look at him, her eyes scanning his body up and down. She wanted the throttle him. He was dressed in a pair of bright white Nike shoes, his bright white socks were up midway on his calves, while he was sporting a pair of tan cargo shorts, with a ridiculous three button up polo shirt that was navy to top it all off he had a pair of golfing gloves on and an silly little flat brimmed cap on. He was dressed for the American PGA, as he brashly stood behind her maintaining a safe distance with his golf club drawn across the back of his shoulders. He rotated his muscles around as if he was warming up for his next round while smiling at his wife like a school boy who was just about to be made captain of the football team.
 
“You know… now I see where I’ve gone wrong on the last one hundred holes.” Evie bit back, her voice poured out like venom.
 
Evie turned back to look down at the ball, before she lined herself up to take the shot. You see the thing was Evie is that she wasn’t a rational thinker, she wasn’t the type of girl to go into something half-arse she was more a bull being taunted by a red sash. Without thinking the Aussie teed off, clipping the ball sending it up into the air slightly before it landed off to the side into the rocky garden. Evie didn’t bother to turn around she could already see Ben’s reaction behind her as he tried to hide his smile with the small clipboard that was in his hands. Walking off after her ball Evie didn’t care that she was in Ben’s way as he lined up and took his turn just gently guiding the ball off the tee and towards the hole. It was almost a hole in one but the ball curved on the rim and spat out at the last second but came to a stop just by the hole. Setting him up for a two shot victory on hole fifteen. Evie had ventured into the garden and collected her ball before she throw it back on to the green, she watched it bounce before it rolled to a stop. With a simple shrug of her shoulders near enough was good enough for her as she putted the ball towards the hole, but instead of going anywhere near it the ball rolled off towards the sand at the end of the green.
 
“This is stupid.” She groaned. “I don’t see how people even think this is remotely fun.” Evie whined.
 
Ben looked up at Evie as he took his final putt and watched as the ball rolled effortlessly into the hole with ease. Even with his eyes locked on his wife, he still managed to sink the ball in two putts causing her to throw her head back in a mock tantrum. His blue eyes couldn’t help but look her up and down, Evie hadn’t taken their golf date as seriously as him as she wore a pair of black slip on gladiator style lace up open toed flats. She was wearing a short spaghetti strap sun dress that was dark green while her long black hair was parted and braided with two power braids. Evie’s right hand was littered with gold rings on each finger, while her left hand was left to display her large engagement ring and gold wedding band with pride. As Ben made his way over towards his wife, he gently dragged her back onto the green and gave her ball a kick out of the sand pit. In true Saint Ben style he let her get away with that, without counting it but he moved himself behind her. As Evie wrapped her hands around the golf club, Ben moved in behind her placing his hands on hers as he helped her sink the ball in the next putt of the ball.
 
“See…” His voice sounded menacing even though it was just above a whisper. “It’s really not that hard.” He chuckled.
 
Evie just looked up at him screwing up her nose at him, it was eating her alive knowing that he was better at this than her and even though she had started today’s game in high spirits the thrill of the chase was starting to wear off and quickly. The two gathered their golf balls before they moved onto the sixteenth hole and lucky for Evie the end was in sight. The lined up at the start of the green looking down towards the hole, Evie could see a number of obstacles that would get in her way. There were rocks, curves, and humps in the ground, bridges and two statues of appeared to be a Greek god. Funny, Evie didn’t remember reading about Ares playing golf when she was forced to study Greek mythology at school but here she was standing on a Greek god putt-putt course being forced to play along in this lousy game.
 
“I’ll go first.” Ben announced. “I’ll show you how it’s done.” He teased her.
 
“How about we make this interesting, I mean… put something on the line that might make playing this game worth my while?” Evie bargained with him.
 
Ben looked back at Evie and with a devilish smirk on his face as he quickly thought of some conditions.
 
“Sure. I mean, I’m not going to lose at this rate anyways, might as well make this game worth my time.” He chipped back at her. “Name your price Mrs Jordan.”
 
Evie walked around him dropping her ball down onto the tee, before she pushes him out of her way looking down the green she looked at her options before she turned back to smile at him over her shoulder.
 
“If I get a hole in one… we pretend that we’re at home and you sir… owe me a picnic in the park.” She arched her right eyebrow with a sultry smile on her face.
 
Ben looked at his wife and shook his head from side to side. He knew exactly what she was talking about and there wasn’t any food involved. You see Ben and Evie had come accustomed to creating little code words for when their relationship was a secret and right now, even though a picnic in the park didn’t make any sense to anyone else Ben knew exactly what his wife was after.
 
“Not going to happen. Were in lockdown with people we work with. Now’s not the time or place for it.” Ben shot her down. “Try again.” He beckoned her.
 
Evie just looked at him, the devil in her eye as she sucked in her bottom lip before she turned away from him.
 
“That’s my price Benny-Boy.” She scoffed. “What’s the matter? It’s not like I’m going to even come close to it… but you know it might get me to start thinking about the game more.” She teased.
 
“Just take your shot.” Ben smiled.
 
Evie did just take and by some miracle the ball managed to glide down the green, take on the turf but it ended up falling short of coming close to the hole. Stepping away from the tee, Evie looked up at Ben and shrugged her shoulders but he could tell from the look in her eye that she was kicking herself inside. On the sixteenth hole Evie wasn’t successful nor was she any closer on the seventeenth but she was feeling lucky on the eighteenth hole. As the two stepped towards their final round, Evie looked back at her husband before she took a step back from the tee.
 
“Have you changed your mind yet?” Evie smirked. “I mean now’s a good time to lock in that bet.” She rolled her eyes.
 
She was defeated, there was no way on God’s green earth that she was going to sink a hole in one and Ben knew it. Ben stepped around Evie taking his spot in front of her in the line but before he swung his club he turned back and looked at her.
 
“You know what? You’re on… hell why, don’t we up the ante? If you get a hole in one, which you won’t on the hardest round of the course… I’ll play your little game but I’ll pay up times three. Anytime, anyplace, anywhere you want. You say the word, and I’ll oblige” Ben’s voice tore her down with sarcasm.
 
Evie watched as he husband clicked the ball with his club sending it down the runway towards the hole. It came up just short once again but Ben still had a pretty chuffed look on his face as he walked off after it to tap it into the hole for a grand total of two putts and victory of the game. However the score card didn’t matter right now, as Evie stepped up to the plate and without any prethinking or planning she chipped the ball off the tee, sending it slightly airborne before the ball landed on one of the three rocks that surrounded the hole. Ben and Evie watched on as the ball bounced from one rock, to another and then the third before it swiftly and graciously dropped into the hole. Ben’s eye grew wide in shock after his eyes managed to peel away from the hole in one he looked up at his wife in disbelief. Evie was standing there with a cheeky look in her face, but her poker face couldn’t hide the truth. Taking her time Evie walked down the green before she bent over in front of her husband to pick up the ball she had just sunk on the hardest hole of the course in one strike throwing it up into the air before catching it she slammed it into her husband’s chest. She wasn’t hurtful just forceful as she stole his full attention.
 
“You played me the whole time didn’t you?” Ben spoke in shock.
 
“What can I say? I’m a pro at everything.” Evie toyed with him.
 
Ben couldn’t believe it as he shook his head from side to side after witnessing his wife fake bad golf twice now since being in lockdown. Apart of him was fuming but the other part of him couldn’t stop smiling.
 
“And now… you have to pay up. What was it? Anytime, anyplace, anywhere?” She mocked him. “Can I add, it’s well overdue? I mean when we first got together you couldn’t keep those hands off me, anytime, anyplace and anywhere… so I’ve been really feeling neglected as of late. It’s almost like you don’t even want me anymore.” She bunged on the saddest tone she could muster. “You’ll just have to make it up to me I guess… three times over am I right?” She questioned him bashfully. “When will you learn that you really shouldn’t play with the devil my love, because the devil always… wins.”
 
Ben didn’t have any words, well nothing he could think of right now that would match his wife’s happiness as she walked off leaving him on the green putt-putt course thinking about what he had just signed himself up for in an awful bet that had now blown up in his face.
 
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The scene opened up in one of the lesser known areas of the Saxon Hotel, it was part of the under belly inside the laundry room. For the time being the room was abandoned, there wasn’t a single sound emanating from the room either. Yet there was a smell in the air of freshly washed linen and the crispness that only came to life after using a clothes dryer could bring on from overly bleached whites. Let’s be honest it was needed at the Saxon hotel at the moment, seeing as the amount of bed hopping had amplified since being in lockdown. This place was where bad deeds were laid to rest, to be washed out and reborn in the next round of housekeeping. However for the time being it was deserted, only one grim light hung from the ceiling that swung back and forth from the breeze that pushes through this part of the hotel from large fire vents keeping the safety standards up to code. As the light swung, the cameras panned into pick up on some movement in the dimly lit room. In the background there was a figure of a woman, standing in the shadows and with each swing of the light a new object was brought to light. She was dressed in a skin tight black dress, which flooded down to the floor while it completely covered her arms hemming at her wrists the fabric was tatted and torn.
 
“Mercedes… Mercedes… Mercedes…” Evie’s thick Australian accent was unmissable as she spoke. “The collector of all things facts and figures. The proverbial Bean Counter of Sin City Wrestling. The woman who knows and keeps the history of each and every Sin City Wrestling star written in her note book so when the time comes she can spill the facts, she can tell the stories… she can decimate and destroy her opponents with crippling statistics that drive everyone senseless.” Evie paused.
 
The light swung towards her once more, to see her tanned face was perfectly highlighted with makeup. Her pouty lips were of course blood red, highlighting the whiteness of her teeth.
 
“The woman who on paper is the most decorated bombshell in Sin City Wrestling history and yet, she is so often overlooked, downplayed and discarded as a write off.” Her tone oozed with conviction. “A woman I have never stepped inside the six-sided ring alone with, which completely baffles seeing as her and I have been in this company together for years. I might run hot and cold at times, but regardless of that… Mercedes and I have only crossed paths in a tag team title match… where of course, she suffered defeated and where of course I blossomed in victory.” Her face lit up with a cheeky smirk.
 
The light swung towards Evie once more, showing that her long black hair was down, flowing with soft curls like a waterfall around her shoulders as she spoke.
 
“‪Sunday night‬ at Climax Control marks a very special night for Mercedes as she stares down the possibility to add me to her list. I bet the thought of writing my name and dragging a line through it is enough to put Mercy into a state of ecstasy. I bet the thought drives her wild knowing that one of the few that have escaped her grasps are now within reach, I bet her skin pains with Goosebumps as she stares across the ring from me ‪on Sunday night‬ knowing that she has the chance to add another notch to her wrestling bedpost.” Evie’s tone was haunting as she teased. “I bet the thought of facing me, brings her nothing but thoughts of greatness, thoughts of elation as in her tiny mind she’ll believe that she stands a chance… and yet that sense of chance, the power of possibility, the greediness of greatness will blind her and her reality will be a meek reminder to her and to all of those who dare to stand before me this time round.” Evie licked her lips.
 
The light swung above the camera, showing everyone that Evie had inched closer towards it but still her full silhouette could be seen in the shot.
 
“On Sunday Mercedes you will trip and stumble in your desperate skirmish for greatness, you will fall at my feet and you will be reminded that although facts, figures, stats and numbers may look good on paper… not all those facts ring true. You might be the ultimate bombshell you might be the pinnacle when it comes to championship glory, when it comes to days reigning and when it comes to being everything that Sin City Wrestling has to offer but believe me… the more the numbers stack up, the more they start to look ill in your favour. You been a multiple time champion and yet, can anyone honestly say that any of your reigns were memorable… can anyone list off your greatest hits? Can anyone shine a light on the exact moment in your career you gave us something to give two shits about? The cold answer is no.” The Aussie chuckled.
 
The light swung again, showing off the dark light line of washing machines in the background and yet even though this was the hotel’s laundry it brought a feeling of emptiness it brought a feeling of cold shivering fear.
 
“You’ll forever be a hype girl in the business, you’ll forever be the one banging on a drum demanding that everyone looks at you, demanding that everyone pays you attention. You’ll be the post it note of the Sin City Wrestling a constant reminder of what you have done and when you done it and yet… no one but yourself will ever give a shit.” Evie paused for reflection.
 
The light swung again, showing the cold harsh stare that was on her face as she looked down the lens of the camera.

“Just a paper based champion, without any structure without any weight... just a woman who has held it all but did nothing with chances she was delivered on a silver fucking platter.” Evie sighed, disappointed in Mercedes.
 
The light swung again, this time Evie had moved away from the camera so it could see her full outline in the shadows.

“On Sunday night Mercedes, you the hunter will become the hunted and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. There isn’t a damn piece of paper strong enough to guard you. There isn’t a part of your history that will protect you... all those victories, all those titles, all those accolades will be worthless. For I will standing across the ring from you. I all be the one to bring the glorified Mercedes Vargas to her knees and prevent you from gaining any momentum in 2020” Evie snarled towards the camera.

The light swung once more towards Evie showing off a set of antlers now perched on top of her head.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown” Evie’s harsh accent was piercing. “And you’re just a stepping stone I need to skip over before I reclaim the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship”

This those words echoing through the abandoned laundry house of the Saxon Hotel, the swinging light came to a stop. It flickered and soon enough there was darkness.
 

 It’s the 5th of May, or May the 5th however you wish to say it depending on your global area code and well that means one of two things in Sin City Wrestling. You’re either celebrating Lucas Stevens’ birthday or you’re celebrating current Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion Ben Jordan’s birthday and well for this video package it’s the older more mature one I’ll be focusing on.

The scene opens up inside the parking lot of the Saxon Hotel, Evie and Ben Jordan can be found walking out of the lift well and heading across the dimly lit carpark. Ben is dressed in his all-time best of knee length navy cargo shorts and a white and red English Lions rugby jersey. Covering his eyes was a black blind fold, as Evie held onto his arm clutching it dearly as she walked him over towards a bright white golf kart. The golf kart had some modifications done to it, it was sealed by a wall of glass, making it look more like the pope-mobile than your regular golfer’s pride and joy. 2020 was a strange folk and well, Evie had moved heaven and earth to make sure she could ensure Ben’s birthday this year would be one he would never forget. Ben had no idea what was going on, all he knew it that it was his birthday and his wife was up to something and most of the time when Evie refused to comment on something that meant she was up to no good. Evie had taken the time to dress up as she wore a floor length dark green, off the shoulder dress her long brown almost black hair was cascading around her shoulders as her smiled beamed with pride that was highlighted by her wicked blood red lips.

“Can I take this thing off now?” Ben huffed. “I’ve got two left feet at the best of times and I’d like to see where I’m planting them.” He chuckled to himself.

Evie just rolled her eyes, she didn’t say anything as she lead him over making sure he was still following her guidance she lead him towards the passenger side door.

“Duck your head down.” Evie ordered, her voice was thick and harsh.

As Evie opened the car door, Ben did as he was told as Evie gently guided him into the golf buggy. He felt the door slam shut behind him, before he heard another car door open and shut as Evie jumped into the driver’s side.

“We can’t leave the hotel Eves, you know the rules.” Ben warned.

Evie just glared at him, she knew he couldn’t see her but that didn’t stop her from mocking him as she scrunched up her face and taunted him.

“I got permission, so just sit back relax and you can take that blind fold off in about 3 minutes.” Evie’s voice sounded like a cracking whip.

Ben sat back and let Evie help him with his seat belt, before he heard the rumbling of the golf karts engine and before he could say another word Evie had sped off and the two of them were leaving the Saxon Hotel for Ben’s big birthday surprise. It didn’t take long at all to get from the Saxon Hotel to their first stop which was only a few streets away, the world famous Las Vega Boulevard. A place where so many hopes and dreams were made and shattered but today the strip was basically all there’s as the lockdown was still in place, meaning the foot traffic was extremely light and car traffic was basically non-existent. The humming sound of the golf kart rolled to silence as Evie killed the motor right outside the start of the strip at the Four Season hotel.

“Okay, baby…” Evie spoke nervously. “Time to see the last second of today’s Sun.” she joked.

Ben reached up and with a little help from Evie he pulled his blindfold down and away from his eyes. It took a moment for his eyes to readjust to the lights but soon enough Ben had stopped blinking and he now released where he was. Looking out to the left he could see the Four Season hotel and without any warning Evie started the motor on the kart and quickly turned into the driveway, driving past the beautiful green palm trees before they pulled up around the round-about to stop just in front of the lavish entry way of the hotel. Under the “Four Season” sign there was a big screen protector style TV. Ben couldn’t help but look around as he wondered what on earth his wife had planned but he didn’t say a word, as he just wanted to take it all in.

“Since 2020 is killing everyone’s celebrations and we can’t make a big deal out of your birthday as we normally do… I thought I would bring the celebrations to you.” Evie smiled nervously. “So… look over there.”

Evie pointed to the massive screen before she reached into the glove box of the golf kart, pulling out a remote that she quickly pressed the green button on, bringing the big screen to life. The screen lit up with a picture of Ben’s Mother Debbie who had a big bright smile on her face as she waved to her birthday boy with a recorded message. The sound was playing through the speakers of the golf kart as Evie had made sure she kept Ben in pope-mobile bubble to keep the medical staff of Sin City Wrestling happy, also it stopped people making complaints about the couple breaking out and strangely this was the only mode of transport Mark Ward and Christian Underwood would sign off on.

“Benjamin.” Debbie spoke out to him. “Happy birthday baby boy.” She gushed. “I’m sorry that we can’t join you in Maine this year to celebrate but trust me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you at all today. It feels like it was only yesterday I was holding you in these arms adoring your big beautiful blue eyes and well, I can proudly say you still melt my heart. I love you so much and I hope you have the best day ever and I can’t wait to see you again.”

Debbie blew Ben a big kiss as he watched on, he couldn’t take his eyes off the screen as the footage of his mother faded away. Ben turned to say something to Evie, but she simple put her right index finger over her lips and shushed him politely before they took off in the kart and headed to their next destination. As Evie pulled out of the Four Season’s driveway, she hit a small bump as they slapped back down the road before she skidded a little before heading toward the strips prized Mandalay Bay.

The gold windows shimmed in the twilight, but as they got closer to the front of the building Ben could see that some of the widows had been replaced with large TVs that were now playing a mixture of videos from Ben’s life. There was a great combination of videos from him being a baby, to him growing up, to him being in his teens, going to school graduating, playing football, learning to wrestle, his business ventures each and every highlight of his career was being shown. His ACW championship win, his SCW championship wins. There wasn’t a highlight that was missed. It also splashed up some of his best promotional backstage and crazy backstage moments like his time teaming with Jamie and the two of them up to no good. As the TVs faded to nothing, Evie put her foot back on the accelerator and the two of them were off again heading in the Luxor’s direction.

It didn’t take long for Evie to reach the great pyramid of the Nevada desert. As Evie pulled into the main drive she zipped up the driveway, hoped off the main drive and up over the grass way to park the kart in front of the Luxor needle and Sphinx statue. There was a small TV set up and with a click of the green button on the remote Evie pointed Ben’s eyes in the direction of the next message.

“Hello Mate.” Gabriel’s voice beamed through the speakers. “Evie told us about her idea and well, you’re now on my turf so I figured I’d pop in and say Happy Birthday Champ.”

The footage showed Gabriel, Odette, Lucas and Hazel on the screen who were all smiling towards Ben.

“Plus, you’re birthday twin wanted to share something with you.” Odette beamed.

The camera panned into Lucas’ face who was grinning from ear to ear as she showed off a handmade birthday card.

“I mean, it’s a nice thought… but it’s not exactly the real thing is it?” Gabriel chuckled. “I’ll have to fix that.”

Just as Gabriel finished speaking a loud boom, sounded through the kart as fireworks spat out from the top of the Luxor sign and with a little glimmer and a lot of magic the Birthday card transferred from the TV and landed in the kart onto Ben’s lap as smoke started to surround the vehicle.

“Happy Birthday Ben” All the Steven’s said together.

The footage quickly faded away to nothing, leaving Ben to wonder how Gabriel managed to get the card into the kart but he could tell by the look on his wife’s face that she had something to do with it. Ben went to say something but Evie shook her head from side to side to silence him. She just tapped her long black manicured nail on his card, as if to tell him to open it. Ben opened his card from Lucas to see a wonderful stick figure drawing of himself and Lucas celebrating their birthdays together with a massive blue cake and the words HapPY BIRthDAY” written across the top. Ben couldn’t help but smile, but he didn’t have too long to suck it all in as Evie had already taken off and they were off to their next hotel.

The drive didn’t take long but it was bumpy as Evie left the grassed area and returned back to the street, she turned into the drive of the Excalibur hotel and zoomed up into the main arrivals area in front of the grand castle. Ben’s eyes fell on another TV screen that was set up and on cue Evie hit the green button and the screen came to life.

“Ben, my son.” Steve’s voice boomed over the speakers. “Happy Birthday!” He chuffed. “It’s been fantastic to watch you grow mate and I can’t wait to see you once this all over. Enjoy your day… have an even better night.” He winked “And we will see you on the other side of all this for a pint.”

Ben’s father left things short and sweet he was a man of very few words but it didn’t matter his message had gotten across as Ben’s face lit up once more with a smile from ear to ear. Evie let that message sink in a little before she took off again in the kart and headed towards New York, New York. Evie didn’t have to pull into the drive as the Statue of Liberty was lit up with a message from one of Ben’s best friends Drake Green. An image of his face was projected up on the building, it was all very Hollywood.

“Friends come and go in this business. Most people I met three years ago… I don’t think exist anymore.” Drake chuckled to himself before he continued. “You, Ben are as stand up as they come. In fact you’re the only guy I can say that’s better looking than me.” Another cheeky smile was on his face. “Cheers old mate, Happy Birthday.”

Ben couldn’t contain his chuckles, as he waved off the image of Drake before they took off from in front of New York, New York and inched up the road towards Monte Carlo. To greet them was a massive display of balloons and giant wrapped present was left in the middle of the main entrance way. It didn’t take long for the next message to be delivered as a loud BANG was heard before the box exploded open and out popped a giant cut out of Despy and Angel. The cardboard cut-out mouth moved as Despy started to “speak”

“I don’t know why I have to do this… I mean you’re not even a real person… but Angel says its good manners and will bring us good fortune, so Happy Birthday British Man Ben.” Despy chuckle to himself. “We hope it’s a good one.” He chuffed at himself, proud of his work.

As soon as his message was over the balloons, peeled away from the cardboard cut-out and they floated up off into the evening sky. Evie turned to look at Ben and even she had a look of confusion on her face but she didn’t say a word, she just put her foot down and away they went. Soon enough they were outside the boardwalk hotel and massive LED screen could be seen from the road and it didn’t take long before the bright beautiful face of Ben’s sister stole the show.

“Happy birthday you giant pain in my arse.” Carley chuckled. “I hope you have a fantastic day and we all can’t wait for you to come home so we can have a proper party.” She blew him a sarcastic sisterly love kiss. “Love you, you mongrel.”

With Carley’s message said and done Evie couldn’t help but chuckle. She had always gotten along with Ben’s sister and she couldn’t help herself she was just as savage as her if not a little worse when it came to Ben. Ben just shook his head from side to side, he couldn’t believe that his sister couldn’t drop the sister act even for his personalised birthday message. There was no time to complain as Evie took off in the kart once more and they were now headed towards the world famous Bellagio.

One of the biggest screens on the Las Vegas strip lights up as they arrive and the fountains start to bubble up. On the screen is now Ben Jordan’s close friend and former two-time World Tag Team Champion partner, none other than Jamie Dean aka the “Sausage King,” is seated front and centre at his and Ben’s joint venture in Los Angeles, the Oasis home for homeless gay and lesbian youth. He is dressed semi-casually in a cream coloured button-up Polo shirt, and matching tanned slacks and slip-on shoes while seated on one of the stools in the club area.

“My history with Ben is pretty much known if you know anything about SCW as a whole. Ben is one-of-a-kind. He’s one of the few men who accepted me as is when I first came to SCW. He showed no discomfort from the way I acted or when I flirted with him, something I might add I turned into an art form where he was (and is!) concerned. And even though we were just casual acquaintances at the time, when he needed a tag team partner to challenge for the gold, he picked me out of all the possible candidates. I was floored, let me tell you, but I wanted to know that it would be a pleasure working under him.”

Jamie looks up past his brow to give the camera a coy wink.

“Then during that time, Ben showed he had all the confidence in who he was, getting involved in my community to help out where it was needed. Celebrity bartending, personal appearances to raise money -- you name it. But there were times, where I suffered from clinical depression, and a lot of you might not have known that. But it is hard work being Jamie Dean and staying positive. But he was there for me when I needed it, along with the likes of Amy Marshall and Sam Marlowe. Ben was and is never more generous than when it came to kids in need, and that’s why he was right there with me to help with my dream, and now his as well, when he helped fund this place right here.”

Jamie holds his arms open to present his surroundings.

“If it wasn’t for Ben Jordan, Oasis wouldn’t exist. Ben might tell you different, but it’s true. And if anyone ever realized just how much time Ben spent here with these kids, away from the press, before this whole Coronavirus bullshit started, it would simply amaze you. Anybody can donate money. Ben donated something much more precious than that -- time. His time, and I don’t think even he understands just how much he means to these kids soo…”

Once Jamie’s message had stopped playing like a cliff hanger leaving him feel a little unfinished. Ben turned to look at Evie as the magical water fountains had stopped dancing to the beat of Jamie’s voice. Evie looked over to Ben with a massive smile on her face. She couldn’t help but see the happiness in her husband’s big clear beautiful blue eyes, but there was a hint of confusion that Evie was eager to put to bed so she turned her attention back to the steering wheel of the kart and away they went. There were a lot more surprises heading his way. Evie hit the gas and the two of them jumped the curb and were now back on the street heading towards their next venue Caesar’s Palace. The massive screen from the display board came to life and it wasn’t long until the next message started to play over the stereo.

The screen lights up and once again Jamie is seen on the screen. Jamie shrugs, and almost immediately nearly thirty gay teens between the ages of thirteen and seventeen, pop up from behind the bar counter with smiles on their faces! They blow air horns and throw confetti at the camera as they shout…

Oasis Kids: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN JORDAN!!

Jamie smiles.

“I thought I’d let them express it themselves. Happy Birthday Ben!”

Jamie salutes the camera.

“Much love sent your way in a TOTALLY not-gay way!”

Jamie winked at the camera, bringing a chuckle from the birthday boy’s lips. That one was a little emotional and Evie took her time before she pulled out of the drive and headed towards the Mirage for the next message to play over one of the many dazzling screens of Las Vegas.

It was a group of boys, well men who were once Ben’s team members in his local football team growing up. Evie had no idea what they were doing but they were all looking down the lens of their camera singing a song that she could only assume was their clubs song. After a few minute of god awful singing, but still it was somewhat delightful and charming she looked over to see that Ben was singing along reliving some old memories. She watched as his old team mates faded off the screen.

Up next was Treasure Island. They didn’t have to leave the main road as the massive screen outside of Treasure Island came to life with a picture of Ben’s niece Summer, smiling brightly on the screen.

“Happy Birthday Uncle Ben.” She giggled like a school girl. “Hope you had a GREAT day…” Summer giggled again. “Okay… LOVE YOU.”

Summer didn’t stay around for long as she rushed off from the screen giggling to herself but still her message was enough to hit Ben in the feels. He turned to look at Evie still with a smile on his face. Evie was just glad this was all going down well the last thing she wanted was Ben getting upset about not being able to see his family and friends and now Evie was kind of shoving them in his face. However, everything seemed to be coming up Millhouse and soon enough they were off and racing towards their next stop Circus Circus.  As they came to the front of the Circus Circus the giant screen out the front had a message for Ben, as the Arthur Morgan the main animated character from Red Dead lit up the screen.

“Happy Birthday, Cowboy.” He spoke with a southern drawl. “I came here to tell you, you’ve got the finest lady in all the land.” He barked. “Oh and have a nice day… YEEEEEE HAWWWW”

Evie couldn’t help herself as she burst out laughing, Ben was lost for words but he knew the rules he couldn’t say anything to her even if he wanted to. Evie quickly regained her composure before they took off again this time hitting the end of the strip as they came across the Stratosphere. Evie parked the kart just under the giant needle and well the follow message didn’t come in the form of a talking one, as on cue a massive fabric sign was released from the top of the building to display a giant picture of Mickey Carroll with a printed birthday message that read.

“NEXT ONES ON YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATE.”

The photo showed Mickey with a pint in his hand, with a massive cheesy grin on his face as he was dressed in all green but still had his chest on display, he even had a party hat that rested on the top of his head. It was defiantly an image the two of them wouldn’t be able to shake for a while but it was definitely worth the giggles. Evie didn’t waste any time as she could see the last seconds of today’s sun was starting to disappear behind the horizon and well this was only half of what she had planned for Ben tonight so she was going to have to pull out all the stops to get all the messages done in time. She turned to kart around at the light doing an illegal U-turn but it didn’t matter they street was strangely empty and it didn’t take long for Evie to pump the gas and floor the kart to eat up the distance between the Stratosphere and Sahara.

There was no message at the Sahara the building massive light up board just showed a live action shot of Ben and Evie’s pet snake Kitten at home. The camera panned in to show the top of the all black pythons head, which a tiny little birthday cap was sitting so delicately. Evie watched Ben very carefully as she knew Kitten wasn’t his favourite but like the champ he is, when he took on Evie he took on her “child” as well and he was doing everything in his power to get to know his slippery little daughter. As the footage stopped Evie rolled the kart forward and away they went on to their next stop, the Riveria.

The footage for the Riveria’s large titantron screen started to play as the rolled up on it as a chorus of people started to sing to the birthday boy. The people were very familiar to Ben as it was the local villagers from his old home town in Cuba. As his close friends from Cuba started to sing happy birthday to him, he reached across the kart and gave Evie’s leg a little squeeze he wanted to let her know that he appreciated all of this. As the song wrapped up, Evie clapped her hands together as she missed their Cuban family and friends but she couldn’t dwell on it for too long as her next surprise was about to start as this one was coming from the Wynn and it was going to be LIVE.

The kart rolled down in front of the giant video screen of the Wynn and just in time the very familiar voice of Sam Marlowe was now pouring into the kart via the speakers. Sam’s image appears with a smile as her hair is pulled back in a long curling ponytail and she has a Ben Jordan tee on. In one hand is a sparkler that is flashing and sparking and in the other, a glass of a bubbly golden drink. The sparkler fizzles out and Sam puts it to one side before addressing the camera filming her.

“I wanted to wish you something but for the life of me I don’t remember what it was. Let’s look at the calendar shall we?” offers Sam as she holds up a calendar that has May fifth with a big red circle on it.

“Looking at this, it must be something special to have a red circle don’t you think? Hmmm,” says Sam before taking a slow sip of her drink. Her eyes seem to light up as she smiles. “I got it!” Raising her glass she holds it out. “Happy Cinco de Mayo Ben!”

She winks at the camera then her smile turns more friendly as she tilts her head slightly. Raising the glass once more, she speaks to the camera. “In all seriousness Prat, happiest of birthdays old man,” she teases in a toast before pulling the glass back to sip at the liquid. "Hope you have a great one!"

Ben couldn’t help but chuckle at Sam’s message, he looked over at Evie giving her a proud smile as she had reached out to one of Ben’s closest friends even though the two of them didn’t see eye to eye they could both work together to make his day special for him. Ben went to speak but Evie cut him off as she looked away and head down the street to the next hotel. They were no parked outside the Venetian but Evie jumped the curb and so she could park up near the beautiful Venice style water feature out the front of the hotel and the next message came through a voice over message.

“My Ben” the older voice gave it away. “My adoring grandson Ben. Happy birthday.” Rose spoke softly. “I hope you’re looking after yourself… and your liver. I hope you have a great day and night… can’t wait to see you in London again soon… we have lots of Home and Away to catch up on and well… there’s tea to be brewed as well. Love you Sweet boy.”

The footage of Ben’s nan Rose flashed on the water, it was one of their first photos together as a younger nan was holding him as a tiny little baby before it turned into a more recent photo of the two. Evie would have to explain to Ben later that Rose and Evie had a hard enough time getting her to record a voice message and well, the video footage she did receive, poor Nan had her camera facing the wrong way. She was a lovely Nan, but technology wasn’t her strong suit.

It was time to move away from the Venetian and head towards Harrah’s and well they rolled up just in time as the next message came out of their home city of Bar Harbour and it was LIVE.

“Happy Birthday Ben” A chorus of people sung.

The screen came to life showing everyone in their street who were more than happy to wish their local hometown/ international hero a happy birthday. The footage quickly faded out as their neighbours waved them off as Evie hit the pavement and ventured onto their next hotel. The place formally known as Imperial Palace, the very fresh and new looking LINQ hotel. There wasn’t a screen to look at but through the speakers of the golf kart Ben could hear the voice of his other niece Kenzie.

“Happy Birthday Uncle Ben.” Kenzie sweet voice sounded out. “I hope you had a good day and well I hope you know your favourite niece misses you so much. Oh and that’s me, in case you forgot.” She laughed at her own comment.

As soon as her voice faded away from the stereo system, a loud pop was heard coming from the hotels direction as a number of glitter guns fired off and millions of glitter specks filled the air raining down on top of the pool before it started to sparkle down on top of the white golf kart. Ben took a moment to watch the glitter fall to the ground, before he was whipped away to the next hotel the world famous Flamingo.

Evie jumped the curb in her golf kart before she speed off towards the front doors of the hotel. As they made their approach the doors were opened by two hotel staff members who were suited up in bright pink suits, with face masks covering their noses and mouth. Evie nodded at them both before she drove the kart into the hotel, and speed along the carpet dashing past a hall of slot machines before she scouted around a corner. Ben was looking at Evie, but he was trying to keep up with where she was taking him. Soon enough they were parked outside the famous Flamingo enclosure. The Flamingos were out on display, but inside their beach theme enclosure there was arrange of birthday gifts and balloons set up however Ben didn’t have long to marvel at the beautiful creatures as the next birthday messages started to play through the speakers.

“Happy Birthday Jordo.” The familiar voice of Hot Stuff Mark Ward blared out. “We couldn’t deliver the Millwall football team at such short notice, but we hope the Flamingos are enough to cover it.”

The flamingos flapped around their birthday beach party bash set up, stealing Ben’s attention before the radio crackled once more and the next message was delivered.

“Happiest Birthdays Ben, I wish you nothing but happiness, good health and good fortune.” Christian Underwood’s voice was song like. “Sorry we couldn’t get a video up in time, but hey… let us give you the illusion of talking Flamingos instead.”

The Flamingos moved around in front of them again, some hunted around looking for food while others started to play around with each other causing a little ruckus.

“Sin City Wrestling wouldn’t be the same without you.” Mark Ward continued. “You deserve a little outing to take your mind off things, so hopefully this is enough to waste some time… so the rest of your wife’s ideas go to plan.” He chuckled.

“We would also like to thank you for your unrivalled generosity and the endless work you do for us as a company with charity. You help put Sin City Wrestling on the map in many worlds we could only dare to reach when we first opened our doors.” Christian’s tone beamed with pride. “Now get out of here and head to Bally’s for your next surprise.” He gushed.

Evie took Christian’s advice and before they knew it they were speeding off through the hotel once more. They bounced their way through the abandon gaming area before they reached the opened doors. Evie kept the kart on the sidewalk as she drove the kart towards the Bally’s hotel.

The sign up out the front flickered to life as they approached it and soon enough there was a live zoom conference on the screen of the entire Millwall football team. Evie quickly hit the green button on the remote, and the invisible powers of technology came into play as the Millwall Team were now singing their song to Ben. It was like he was back in the den, listing to the team celebrate a hard fought victory. Evie kept her lips sealed as she had done throughout this whole adventure so Ben could celebrate his birthday with all of his loved ones and the people and teams that meant the most to him, uninterrupted so he could cherish the each special individual unique moment. As the team song started to wrap up the football team wished him a happy birthday, offering him a life time membership with the greatest seats in their home venue before the screen fizzled out to darkness. Evie could tell by the look in Ben’s eyes he was impressed that she had managed to get all the lads together but he didn’t have time to thank her, as Evie put her foot on the floor and away they zoomed.

Te next stop was the Paris hotel and it didn’t take both of them to arrive up close to the Eiffel Tower. Evie parked the kart at the base of the monstrous metal structure and sure enough there was a big screen TV set up at the base of it. With a simple click of the green button the screen came to life with an image of Ben’s nephew Charlie on the screen.

“Happy Birthday Uncle Ben.” Charlie waved at him. “Can’t believe how old you are… I mean did you sit behind Jesus in the first grade or what?” he chuckled. “Anyways… mum said to be nice to you, so umm enjoy your birthday and I’ll see you on PlayStation live later yeah? To beat you again?”

Charlie had a cheeky smile on his face that showed no remorse with his less than kind birthday message but Ben just huffed to himself, taking a mental note of it before a big goofy smile grew on his face. Evie looked over at her husband amused at his smile before she looked down at her watch knowing she only had a few more minutes to get back to the hotel as the two hours she had clearance for this outing were ticking down and fading away. Evie put the kart in drive and without any morning she took off at full speed, crunching down off the curb of the sidewalk the kart’s wheels hit the street and soon enough they were headed towards their next destination, Planet Hollywood.

The big bright Planet Hollywood sign came to life the closer the kart pulled up towards it, it wasn’t until they were right in plain sight of it that the screen flicked and soon enough the next birthday message was playing. It was one of Ben’s newest friends but man did they get on like a house on fire. Fenris is looking away from the camera, towards something out of shot. Typically, he is wearing a frown on his face.

“… What!?”

Someone is heard mumbling off-camera.

“Yes, Ben Jordan is one of my closest friends -- so what!?”

Something else is said and the frown remains.

“Go figure! The man has been there for me -- I’ve been there for him! It’s what friends do! He picked me up when I was at my lowest and when he heard what’s been going on with … what’s been going on recently, he was right there! Wanting to help! That’s just who the hell the man is!”

Now Fenris looks right into the camera.

“So Happy (beep)ing Birthday Ben! Now get your (beep)ing ass up on this goddamn bar so we can celebrate proper!”

And just like that the footage and audio of Fenris disappeared leaving them in darkness. Evie didn’t have time to lose as she moved the kart forward looking towards their second last stop the MGM Grand hotel. As the kart putted towards the awe provoking green hotel, Evie couldn’t hide the massive smile that was blooming on her face she knew the next message would get a kick out of Ben. It didn’t take Ben long to realise what his wife was smirking at as an image was protected on to the side of the triangle, L shaped building.

It was “live” footage of their dog Bear who was running amuck in the hotel room, he had pieces of wrapping paper ripped and chewed up across the floor as all of Ben’s neatly wrapped presents were now all unwrapped and on display. Ben’s eyes ogled over a few of the following items, a pair of knee pads, a new Millwall shirt, tickets the opera, new socks and jocks, a new PlayStation controller and an assortment of English treats that Ben enjoyed when he was back home in London. Ben’s eyebrows came together as he looked at his gifts that were already unwrapped for him thanks to his furry friend but he couldn’t ask Evie the puzzling questions as he was still on his no talking ban. The footage zoomed in to see Bear come to a complete stop as he looked down the lens of the camera to left off a sneaky bark before he crashed into a heap on the floor, closing his eyes and falling asleep for nap number fifty-five for the day.

Evie looked over at Ben and smiled, and without exchanging any words the message was fairly clear “He’s your son.” Ben couldn’t disagree as the kart pulled away from the MGM Grand hotel and it high tailed towards the last hotel of the strip, Tropicana.

As they approached the last hotel there were a number of TV screens set up out the front and as the golf kart approached the building they audio started to play in the speakers. It was the sweet but god awful sound of a mash up of everyone who had sent Ben a birthday message today, singing happy birthday. Some people’s voices were clearly better than others but Evie had tried her hardest to put this all together and for it to be special for her husband on his birthday. As the Happy Birthday song died down, the screens faded to black. The Jordan’s took a moment in the kart, before Ben reached over and gave Evie’s hand a little squeeze as if to say thank you. She just smiled back at him, still not saying a word, it’s not that she didn’t want to talk to him it just she was terrible at keeping secrets from him and there was still one more she had up her sleeve and well that surprise would air in a separate video package but as of right now Evie had five minutes to report back to the hotel and about a six minute drive to get there. Evie didn’t give Ben any extra time to let all of this sink in as she hit the gas pedal and away they flew, all four wheels spun on the road as they desperately had to make deadline.

And that’s where we fade, for now…


OOC: Thank you to everyone that let me use their characters and thank you to everyone that sent in submissions and helped me create this beast of a role-play.  

 Last week at Climax Control 265 the Queen of the OG Gym was able to keep her crown from the lingering hands of their latest pet project Tally and truth be told Evie couldn’t have been happier. It felt good to be at the top and it felt even better knowing that she passed the test with flying colours. It was also a relief to have a certain monkey off her back at when it came to defending her crown. Needless to say, even while the world was starting to sour with the COVID-19 pandemic things were looking good for the Australian Bombshell as she inched just a little bit closer to becoming a two-time Blast from the Past winner. The first ever Two-time tournament winner might she add.

The tour had come to an abrupt close, as Mark Ward and Christian Underwood flew everyone home in these trying times putting up the current Sin City Wrestling roster in the Saxon hotel in Vegas. It was ideal considering the times and since the heartless affect COVID-19 was having on the world didn’t look to be easing it was smart for business all round. To say the least Sin City Wrestling was doing everything within its powers to keep everyone safe, happy and healthy.

Well, almost everyone.

Evie hated the thought that she was trapped here in this luxury hotel, it wasn’t because she was ungrateful it was purely because being in lockdown all over again felt like torture and surely, she had enough of that in her past. When she was younger her parents used to lock her in her room for days as punishment and now not knowing when the next time, she would be able to step foot inside her lake house back in Bar Harbour was enough to turn her stomach inside out. The thought of knowing that she could go months without seeing her pet snake Kitten, was enough to have Evie plotting ways to slip out of this confinement and smuggle her across the land. Still, Evie stayed put, for one reason and one reason only Ben Jordan’s health and wellbeing.

The week had so far flown by and Evie had successfully made it to Thursday before she decided to venture out of her hotel room. Ben had waved her off this morning to go spend some time with the boys, while Evie thought it would be a great idea to numb her mind to the fact that she was trapped here for months on end, by diving herself into her house drawings. It had been a while since she had put pencil to paper and she instantly felt more at ease with each led stroke. The Aussie had positioned herself in the restaurant section of the bar, the roaring laughter from the people sitting at the actual bar itself was a distant hum as her full attention was on the large extravagant house she was sketching to life. It was over the top, overgenerous, ridiculously gaudy and a little playboy mansion for her liking but hey she didn’t have to love what her clients were after she just had to make sure it all worked out to scale, budget and timing.

The table in front of her was taken up by her large sketch pad, a number of different rulers and photos, an assortment of pencils, a scrawled over note book with numbers scratched over it as she used it instead of a calculator to work out her numbers and of course a bottle of whiskey, with a little crystal glass half-filled beside it. She was dressed from head to toe in all black, from her Nike shoes, her ripped Levi jeans to her V neck channel shirt, her attire was very true to her nature. Expensive and soulless, just the way she liked it. Meanwhile her long dark brown hair sat on the top of her head in a messy bun, while a pencil was stabbed through the middle of it, trying it’s hardest to keep it all together. Evie’s face had next to no makeup on, but she always made sure her dark circles under her eyes were covered, her eyelashes were on point and her lips were blood red.

As Evie Jordan continued to live in own little world, she missed her Blast from the Past Mark Cross spot her from a distance and it wasn’t until it was almost too late before she felt her personal space being invaded. With a swift eye roll the Aussie groaned as she continued to draw away.

“What do you want?” Evie hissed, her words poured out like venom.

Mark looked down at her confused, before he looked towards his watch, tapping the glass on the top as if it was reading incorrectly.

“Umm, I’m pretty sure you said we should meet up at this time and discuss Sunday night?” Mark’s statement sounded more like a question.

He didn’t wait for permission he just took it upon himself to take a seat across from Evie at the round table.

“Oh cool, what are you drawing?” His voice was needy and demanding.

Reaching across the table Mark tried to turn the pages towards him so he could see what Evie was working on, but he was greeted with the slamming sound of the hard cover coming to a close over his fingertips. He slightly winced in discomfort as the sharp feeling vibrated at his fingertips.

“Or not.” He snapped back, still trying to play it cool. “So, last week huh?” He wasn’t getting the hint. “It must have felt good being back out there in the ring taking this tournament seriously again, am I right?” he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Evie just took a swig at her drink before she looked across the table at him, she couldn’t put her finger on it but there was something about his stupid face that she just wanted to punch.

“I wasn’t going to let, Tally… of all people from the OG gym, beat me.” Evie replied sarcastically.

“I don’t get why you’re so cruel about her, she seems like a cool girl.” Mark fired back in Tally’s defence.

A roll of the eyes is all Evie could offer. “Says the white knight, who was nursing a half chub over her the whole match.” She took another swig of her drink. “Lucky one of us had our eyes on the actual match and was looking for the win last Sunday night, not just Tally’s tits.” She chuckled.

Evie didn’t care, but she likes making Mark feel uncomfortable it was her best defence from letting people get to close to her. Well, she had other methods but that would involve a pencil going up his nose and piercing into the fleshy parts of his brain. Mark went to defend himself, but he was cut off by the sound of Evie’s voice.

“Are you going to have in you, to look past last week and focus on Teddy this Sunday?” She smirked. “Or should I follow up with Sierra and see if she was really keen about the partner swap?” Another smirk crossed her face.

“HAHA.” Mark spat out. “I know I can beat Teddy, I’ve done it like three times before.” He boasted. “It’s you who has to keep your eyes peeled on Sierra this week, she’s no joke… second chance or not… You’re going to have your work cut out for you this week.” He chuckled.

Evie watched as he helped himself to her bottle of whiskey, topping up his glass that he brought over to greet her with. In another life that would have been enough of a reason, to leave him lifeless but her anger levels had balanced out since meeting Ben.

“I have a one question.” He started, not waiting for her to interrupt. “What made you give up wrestling in the first place? How did you not miss it? Surely last week was enough to bring back the rush to be inside the ring?” Mark looked directly at Evie searching for answers.

Evie hadn’t really thought about it since leaving the ring she was more focused in her blueprints to even find the time to miss lacing up her boots. Sitting back in her chair, she sighed before thinking of her answer.

“I just didn’t want to do it anymore. I was done, mentally.” She sighed. “I had other things come up that I wanted to conquer in my life. Things I wanted to move forward with and start. I didn’t need the money. I never wanted fame. I liked wrestling because it helped me grow closer to my husband, but the more I wrestled the more I saw it was his thing, not overly mine.” Evie just shrugged her shoulders.

She swallowed hard, it was a lie, but she couldn’t tell him that she had stopped wrestling to try and find a cure for her long aching pain of not being able to be a mother. Evie didn’t know him, she didn’t like him that much and well it was none of his business. It was as if Mark had picked up on her icy vibe, so he was reaching for a way to kick the conversation back off in a more friendly direction.

“So, what’s your deal?” He questioned. “I can see you can draw, what did you want to aspire to be as a kid?” Mark took a swig of his drink listening for a response very intently.

There was a thousand things Evie could have told him, the major and obvious answer was “alive” as her childhood wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Yet, she didn’t know him enough to trust Mark with such details of her childhood.  Mark Cross wasn’t like her previous Blast from the Past partner Lord Raab she could tell him anything and he would never judge her or hold it against her. While Mark Cross, was a joker and everything to him was laced with humour, Evie didn’t take lightly of being laughed out. She didn’t take well to people who mocked her, she was too pigheaded to see the funny side of it all.

“Honestly…” She hesitated to start, but Evie knew she had to give him something. “I wanted to be an artist.” She sighed.

Evie looked right at him, waiting for Mark to make a witty comment or make a joke of her dreams but he just sat there and nodded his head.

“Cool, cool…” He agreed. “Can you only draw houses or like can you paint pretty ponies as well?” There was a hint of humour laced in his reply.

Evie couldn’t help but chuckle, she used to paint houses and well if you had seen the Irishman you would exactly what that meant. She didn’t reply with words, she just pushed her sketch pad over towards him, letting him flick through the pages.

“Tell anyone what you find in there and I’ll kill you.” A cold hard stare was all she could offer.

Mark just chuckled as he took a swig from his drink before he started to flick through the pages of Evie’s sketch book. It didn’t take long for the two to end up in conversation from array of topics, there match this Sunday, Evie’s weird drawings of her dog Bear, to Evie trying to learn the rules of gridiron. truth be told Mark wasn’t that bad of a person and Evie had been nothing but rude and unfair to him at the start of the Blast from the Past but she was doing everything in her power to at least try and show him she was going to attempt to be a better partner as the rounds ticked down. Two hours had ticked by before Mark made his leave from the table, but not before leaving parting words that would haunt her.

“Believe it or not Evie… no matter how hard work you’ve tried to be… I’ve had a lot of fun partnering up with you. Besides, seeing you compete in the final again? It just feels right somehow.” Mark paused to let that sink in before he raised his glass to her. “Thanks for the drink.”

Without waiting for her reply Mark took his leave from the table leaving Evie siting there lost in two frames of minds. One she had treated him like an idiot when really, he wasn’t that bad of person and two, did they just become acquaintances, maybe even friends? Evie couldn’t let those choices mellow in the back of her mind and she was quick to drown them as she brought the bottle of Whiskey to her lips downing a massive mouthful to remove the taste of being nice out of her mouth.

Colleting her things Evie shoved her pencils and rulers into her handbag before she shut her sketch pad. As she was gathering her belongings, she couldn’t help but miss the loud chuckle that was beaming from the bar. A smile instantly found it home on her face, as she recognised her husband’s voice going back and forth with the softer Icelandic tone that belong to Fenris. Quickly getting her things together Evie turned on her heels and made a beeline over towards them. As she approached them, she could see that Ben’s eyes were already on her as he reached out for her.

“BAAAAAAABY….” He screamed as he pulled her into him for a hug. “Where you been all my life?” he chuckled.

Evie looked at Ben he was buzzed, and she looked over her shoulder to see that Fenris was just as bad as Nicky, Daniel and Os were further down the bar enjoying themselves. She didn’t want to ruin their boy’s night, but she couldn’t just walk past Ben either. Evie gently placed her lips near his right ear giving him a gentle kiss before she whispered to him “behave” the two exchanged a wink before Evie went to leave the group to their own entertainment.

“Let me guess, you want me to take care of him again?” Fenris growled, rolling his eyes.

Evie just turned on her heels looking over at him with a blood red smile.

“Nah, he’ll be right.” Evie went to walk off. “Although thank you for last time.” She almost choked as those words came out, hating every second of it.

Ben’s eyes grew wide as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he didn’t have the time to make a big deal over it as Evie just walked back over towards him. She planted her lips on his for a quick kiss, nothing to showy or gross for the crowd of boys near them, just enough to say she missed him before she took her leave. Leaving the group behind as she heard Ben wolf whistle towards her. While Fenris narrowed his eyes in confusion over how nice Evie just was towards him. He would have to question that later, as for now another row of shots were lined up on the bar before them and well, everyone in that group had to be a winner. It was going to be a long afternoon for the group and an even longer night for the bar staff.

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It was a long drawn out day for Evie but instead of trying to make the most of quarantine life for the next few weeks or months she had decided to turn in for the night. Since, Ben was the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Evie was lucky enough to tag along with his success and bypass the run of the mill type rooms and was treated to the hot tub suite. If there was going to be one saving grace from all of this madness, it was going to be that hot tub. Evie had dimmed the lights in the room, had lit a few candles, turned on the bubbles to low and was just about to sink into body into the hot tub, when her phone started to chime from across the room.

A dramatic groan left her lips, normally she would have just let the phone dial out, but the ringtone belonged to her best friend Calista, the same best friend who she had asked to go to Bar Harbour and check on her pet snake. Evie wrapped herself up in a white robe, before she dashed across the room reaching out for her phone, swiping the bar across to answer the call before it abruptly went to voicemail. The phone just as quickly was brought up to the right side of her face, so she could talk.

“EVIEEEEEE.” Calista screamed with excitement. “EVIEEEEEEE!” She repeated

Calista couldn’t help herself she was so too excited to contain all of her emotions.

“Jesus Christ.” Evie barked. “Are you trying to make me deaf? What’s going on over there? Is Kitten okay?” There was uncertainty in her tone.

Evie had never heard Calista’s voice in this tone before, sure they had grown up together for most of their lives and they had been overjoyed and excited around each other before but there was something about Calista’s tone that was extra enthusiastic, it was as if all of her luck had balled together and was now being nursed in the palm of her hands.

“Evie, you’re never going to believe it.” She gushed. “You’re going to be an Aunty.” Her voice was beaming on the other side of the phone. “Elijah and I… were going to PARENTS.” She screamed down the phone again.

The ball in the pit of her Evie’s stomach felt as if it had been turned to concrete as she tried to find the right words for this beautiful moment in her friends’ life. She couldn’t help by feel overjoyed for Calista but at the same time, the blood in her body was boiling, her normally icy skin was scorching as little beads of sweat started sweltering from her pours. Evie stepped around the couch in the middle of the living room, before she took a seat it was as if her legs were betraying her and all of a sudden, she couldn’t hold herself up. Her mouth went dry as she forcefully had to swallow to get some saliva back in her mouth to be able to form the words to reply.

“Oh Cally, this is wonderful news.” She blinked back the sudden urge to cry. “Ben and I are so excited for you all.”

She was trying her hardest to sound sincere, this wasn’t about her. This was about her best friend just telling her about the best news a would be mother could tell someone. Evie searched for things to say but thank heavens Calista’s voice buzzed down the phone first.

“Oh my god, I can’t wait to see you again.” She squealed. “I hate to cut this short, but I wanted you to be the first to know… I’ve got to call my mum, she will be over the moon.” Calista gushed. “Oh... before I go, Kitten is fine… don’t stress we’ve got this. I love you Evie.”

“I love you too.” Her voice was just above a whisper.

The call dropped out as Calista had ended the call, but Evie couldn’t move the phone from side of her face. It was if she was frozen in time, as two lonely tears ran from each of her eyes. It wasn’t that Evie wasn’t over the moon for her best friend, she was deep down she knew she was. However, she couldn’t shake the feeling that was now thundering with every fibre of her core. The phone slide from the side of her face and crashed to the carpeted floor, she didn’t bother to pick it up. Evie just scooped her feet up into her chest and held onto them for dear life. Bear had sensed from across the room that something wasn’t right, and he quickly made his way over towards her. Doing all what all good dogs do, he jumped up on the couch and rested his head on her side, as if to offer her the comfort she desired.

Evie couldn’t focus on him, as of right now her memory had dragged her back down a deep dark well, she never thought she would have to visit again. She remembers the day it happened to her crystal clearly. It turned out to be her father’s idea, he told her it would keep her focus on the task at hand and that if she just did what he said, he could promise her the world. There would be no womanly distractions for her. Soon enough she was back at that makeshift hospital that the lineage ran from their headquarters. Her wrists and ankles were back in chains, a ripped dirty cloth was balled up in her mouth, her focus was blurry as the medications were starting to take hold, controlling her ability to stay awake.

The next thing she knew, Evie had woken up alone in a cold dark empty room, the sound of water dropping from the ceiling and pooling to the floor. Tears streamed down her face, but she couldn’t call for help as the gag stayed in place preventing her from making a sound. The pain that was coursing through her body was enough to have her passing in and out of slumber, it was as if something had been ripped from her body leaving her lifeless.

Evie dropped on to the couch, holding Bear for dear life, as tears welled in her eyes. She refused to let them fall, as she closed them letting the tears sit there. She deserved this pain, after everything appalling, she had done in her life she didn’t deserve to be a mother. This was her torture, this was her everlasting pain and right now it was crippling her to ashes. It didn’t take Evie long to pass out on the couch, her mind blistering from the deeply embedded pain.

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The scene opened up with the footage of Evie Jordan, clicking the record button on her laptop from the comfort of her hotel room. She was dressed head to toe in black as she moved away from the screen to take a seat in the large black leather recliner that was in her living room area of her room.

“Ugh, I feel like Jessie Fucking Salco having to cut this from inside the walls of my hotel room.” She turned her nose up at the thought of it. “But when the world’s going to shit, you make lemonade out of fucking lemons.” Evie shrugged her shoulders.

Evie tossed a long lock of her brown hair over her tanned shoulder, before she looked back down the lens of the camera.

“Let’s cut right to the chase, shall we?” She a cold smirk crossed her face. “Teddy Train Wreck Warren.” She cringed. “How the fuck are you still in this thing? No offence.” Evie smirked. “Nah, fuck that you all know me better than that, take all the fucking offence because it’s warranted. You’re the most pathetic thing I have ever seen in the history of Sin City Wrestling.”

It was a big call, but someone had to make it. Evie continued to look down the lens of the camera and carried on with her words.

“You want us to take you seriously, when you bark your words acting like the big bad tough guy of Sin City Wrestling but when it came to your bite… you a grown arse man pissed his pants, over a 5 foot nothing tall J2H? All James had to do was flinch and the tears welled almost as quickly as your pants filled and yet, you’re the next big thing in this company? You’re the next in line for greatness, yeah, nah fuck that.” She chucked. “Please… and you want to spray us all.” She stopped. “That’s a terrible term to say after referring to your little weak bladder syndrome… but hey! I was talking about the shit that constantly comes from your mouth week in and week out about how you’re going to be the next big thing in Sin City Wrestling. How you’re going to beat everyone that the bosses put before you. Let’s face it little man... the only thing you’re beating each and every night is yourself.”

Evie sighed, before rolling her head from side to side over her shoulders trying to release the tension form the back of her neck.

“The fact you’re even allowed to compete in Sin City Wrestling is a health code violation and that’s saying something considering the world we’re now living in.” She rolled her piercingly green eyes. “I bet COVID-19 even looks at you and says, yeah, nah fuck that I ain’t going there.” A little chuckle left her lips. “You’re worthless, trashy claim to fame is you rubbing your jellies against Kate hoping desperately that some of her success will rub off on you like glitter, but trust me all the body glitter in the world isn’t going to help you this Sunday night when you come face to face with Mark Cross for the fourth time, just to wind up facing the same reality time and time again.” She paused for dramatic flair. “You’re never going to be good enough to beat Cross, I really hope you can get that through your thick head, and this Sunday night will be no different. Your chances of winning the Blast from the Past tournament will fall short, but hey… you’re good with that right, you’re all over premature endings. This climb, this fairy-tale will be no different.”

Evie rolled her eyes, before she looked down at her right hand looking at her long-manicured nails as if she didn’t have a care in the world.  

“As if my team is going to allow you to get one step closer to facing Ben Jordan for the World Heavyweight Championship… as if Mark Cross is going to allow you to beat him and put yourself in contention for his Underground Championship?” Evie shook her head. “You’re going to do what you do every time you step inside that ring, you’re going to slip and mess up and when it really comes down to it, when it really comes for you to finally grab the brass ring and make a name for yourself in this company you’re to be reminded of your worth.. when Mark Cross puts you down for the fourth time. Leaving you out in cold, where there’s no bright lights, there’s no fame, there no fortune. There’s just you, a pretender holding onto nothing.”

Evie faked a yawn before she continued.

“Now on to Sierra, the woman who has bested me once before in Sin City Wrestling. To say the scar hasn’t healed would be an understatement.” She sighed. “However, I find myself in the predicament where I can finally right a wrong in my Sin City Wrestling career when I come face to face with Sierra this Sunday night. This week I’m calling it my redemption round, where I will do everything in my power to put Sierra back in her place.”

Evie’s eyes remained locked on the camera.

“Don’t think for a single second that I have forgotten you, Sierra and don’t think for a single second that I will allow you to walk over me again. You’re given me something to work for this week and that’s to make good on a wrong, that’s to move past this monkey that is on my back… that’s to silent the doubters who say I simply can’t beat you...” Evie paused. “Because I can, I will, and it will all boil over this Sunday night at Climax Control.”  

She clicked her tongue off her white teeth, piercing the camera with her green eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t like you, because truth be told you’re one to watch in the business, but Sunday night won’t be your night. This second coming in the tournament won’t be met with victories and your push towards the World Bombshell Championship… because your journey comes to an abrupt conclusion this weekend all because of me.” Evie smirked wildly. “You might have had the last laugh last time we stepped inside the ring together, but mark my words Sunday night you won’t be laughing… I’m going to strip away the one thing you’ve been looking forward to in this competition and that’s right to fight for the World Bombshell Championship at the end.” She paused, letting that sink in.

Evie moved forward in her chair, as if she really wanted to drive her next words home.

“For she who laughs last, laughs the loudest and on Sunday when I tear away your opportunity to make a mad dash for the finals in the tournament trust me, your mouth will be sealed shut, while mine? I’ll be fucking grinning ear to ear, because I’m going to be the sole reason, you’re not going to make it.” Evie chuckled.

“Revenge is sweet isn’t it? Especially when it’s taken sooo long to execute.” She licked her lips. “Your misery and downfall will be assassinated chaos implemented from these hands.”  

Evie smirked wildly.

“You’re going to wish that you were never given a second chance because I assure you… when I set myself a goal, nothing and I mean nothing will stop me or stand in my way for accomplishing it. This weekend isn’t just about beating you to advance into the finals it’s about me, reminding the world just who the fuck I am… and what the fuck I’m capable off and trust me, your head on a spike is the extra memento the world needs to remember how threatening I can be.”

Evie just smirked wildly before she made her way over to her laptop slamming the lid shut, leaving the scene in darkness.

 Climax Control should have been a great night for Evie Jordan. She had returned to the six-sided ring for the Blast from the Past, her partner Mark Cross was able to pick up the victory for their team. Ben and Evie were talking again. Well, they were…

Now Evie was stuck in Sin City Wrestling for round two of this year’s Blast from the Past, all because Mark Cross wouldn’t just lay down and eat the pin. No, he had to spring back up and take control of the match up once more, making sure Evie was booked for another match in two weeks’ time. Evie wasn’t impressed, she wanted out and thought that she had done everything in her power to do so. When it came time to leave the arena for the night, she stalked the back halls until she walked in on the last possible thing, she wanted to see that night. Her husband was face down, passed out, rotten drunk it was unknown to her if he had even bothered to try and keep himself awake for her match or if Ben had just written himself off incapacitating himself by the “drinking contest” he was forced into by Mickey and Brooke.

At that point she saw red. Not only had Evie heard her husband earlier in the night make a money joke about her, he also let Mickey disrespect her by bringing up the memory of Emma Rose. Now he was face down on a table, with z’s surrounding his head. It took everything in Evie’s strength to walk away from what she had witnessed; it took her teeth sinking into one another acting like a cage to stop from her lashing out. All she could do was point at Fenris who could see the fury in her eyes and let him know that Ben was under his care for the rest of the evening.

To some Evie was being childish or cruel but she was mentally exhausted. Evie had stood by Ben through sickness that contained countless sleepless nights, she offered twenty-four seven care for him in his darkest days. Not once did she miss an appointment, not once did she complain. She did it because she loved him, she did it because he needed her and because she wanted to be the support system he deserved. Evie pushed Ben and stood by him as he regained his health and climbed the ranks and become the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. There wasn’t a night she wasn’t standing in the gorilla position waiting for him to walk back through the black curtains, there wasn’t one training session she missed… and here he was face down, passed out, drunk.

The blood in her veins felt as if it had turned to ice, as her heart pounded deep in her chest. It didn’t take a genius to see that Evie was a ticking time bomb. She was just lucky enough that everyone was entertained by Ben and Mickey being passed out to witness the murderous look tearing away at the back of her eyes. Yet, that glare didn’t go undetected by Daniel Morgan who was smart enough to send Mackenzie, Charlotte and Danielle in hot pursuit of the unpredictable volatile Aussie.

Two out of the three women knew what Evie’s reputation was like and they knew that even York wasn’t big enough to keep the old Evie caged. There was enough evil on these streets, they didn’t need a combustible ex-assassin / super spy unleashing in some sick sort of stress release exercise. Truth be told the Australian Bombshell needed to be harnessed, her anger needed to be harbored and channeled into another direction, maybe a night out on the town was exactly what Evie needed.

Evie could tell that she was being tailed, it didn’t help that Mackenzie and Charlotte were hatching out a masterful plan to keep Evie under their supervision, while Dani was just bouncing behind them trying to figure out what was going on. Stopping dead in her tracks, Evie turned back to look at them who all screeched to a halt as she spoke to them.

“Can I help you?” Evie snarled, her pearly white teeth on display.

Danielle snapped at the sound of Evie’s voice, sheepishly pulling Mackenzie in front of her as if she needed her for protection. As Mackenzie and Charlotte rolled their eyes at Dani, they quickly returned their attention back to Evie.

“Actually…” Charlotte began. “I think we could help you.” A smirk rode across her face. “And you could help us.”

Mackenzie glared at Charlotte unsure what she was hinting at by having Evie help them. Pushing past her teammate Mackenzie stepped up towards Evie as if her reputation weighed nothing. It wasn’t long until Mackenzie and Evie were standing toe to toe backstage while the less than confident Dani and wild smirking Charlotte watched on.

“You’re pissed.” Mackenzie smirked. “We get it…” that powerful devilish smile gleamed brightly as if she had hatched a plan. “And I know just the place we can all go to, to have some fun.” Her tone said it all, there was an underlying agenda.

“Do I look like I’m in the mood for fun?” Evie bit back, her harsh accent making that come across as a threat.

Mackenzie just kept her cool, before she swiftly draped her right arm across Evie’s shoulders.

“To be honest, no.” There were no lies. “But a little birdie told me there a good chance that someone from your past is in town, a cashed up little old lady… with a ring on each finger… looking to clean up at the Vudu longue.”

Mackenzie’s tone was cool calm and collected and it was sounding like music to Evie’s ears. As Mackenzie took a step back, she unhooked her arm from Evie’s shoulders to step back to see if the Australian had taken the bait. Charlotte on the other hand, was trying her best to fill Danielle in on the massive part of Evie’s history she was missing, without letting her dirty little secrets slip. Evie just shook her head from side to side, putting her right foot before her left and looked to walk off on them all. She didn’t have time for this, all she wanted to do what cause pain. The last thing she wanted was the London Underground babysitters club, spying on her all night because Daniel Morgan and giving them the nod.

“Forgive me if I’m wrong.” Charlotte called out. “But isn’t that old bag, wearing one of your rings?” she followed it up with a smug look on her face.

Evie stopped dead in her tracks, like a wolf who had just heard its prey from over a mile away her ears pricked up at the sound of Charlotte’s sing song like taunt. Turning her head to the side, Evie swept her long dark brown hair before her ear so she could look at Charlotte’s smug face over her shoulder. She wasn’t wrong. There was a whole other backstory that had to be told but for now, Evie only had one thing left to say.

“If either of you are lying to me…. I’ll skin that one alive.” Evie snarled.

Her long-manicured index finger fired towards Dani. Mackenzie and Charlotte threw their hands up in unison to protest their truthfulness. As Evie took their word for gospel, she excused herself from the group to shower. The four arranged to meet back here 30 minutes before heading out on the town for the night. As Evie had walked off on them Charlotte was quick to fill in Danielle on what had happened, it was a little farfetched of a story but there was no way Charlotte or Mackenzie could tell her the full story without compromising the three of them.

“Why does an innocent old lady have Evie’s ring?” Danielle questioned.

Mackenzie laughed at the sound of innocent old lady coming out of Danielle’s mouth.

“Vivian, is anything but an innocent old lady, Dani.” Charlotte started. “She’s cold blooded and calculated as hell, back in the day, before Evie was a wrestler, she used to… well… let’s just say she gambled a lot…” she had to bite her tongue from saying too much. “Evie stumbled across Vivian’s path one day… and well long story short, Evie lost a lot… Vivian gained a lot and well, we personally think they’re long overdue for a little rematch.” She beamed with excitement.

“Oh. Well that seems fair.” It was all that innocent Dani could add.

Dani’s ability to just shrug off what she had been told and not ask any further questions was a god send for Mackenzie and Charlotte, it meant the less they had to cover up. Mackenzie and Charlotte knew exactly the kind of trouble they were about to head into.  Yet, having Evie gamble against an old woman who had York at her fingertips seemed like a healthy way for the Australian assassin to vent her frustration, instead of her becoming the new ripper of England didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all. Danielle went to walk off to gather her things and meet them back here, but before she could step away too far, she turned back to look at her closest friends.

“What did Evie mean by she was going to sink me alive? Is that like an Aussie thing or something?” her voice was a little nervous.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Mackenzie chuckled. “It’s a figure of speech back in Australia.” She waved Dani off as if it was nothing.

“Oh, okay… cool.” She blushingly replied, trying to hide her nervousness.

As Dani bounced off down the hallway, she didn’t get far before she ran into Mikah and without wasting any time she had invite her to join them for dinner and drinks. it took Mikah less than a few seconds to agree and the night was finally set in stone. London Underground’s Mackenzie and Charlotte were going to distract Evie Jordan, whilst protecting Danielle from finding out the truth of it all and all the while keeping the drinks following so that Mikah could finally take a night away from her kids and enjoy herself. They were going to have their hands full, but if anyone could handle such an array of people and conditions it was those two.  

Four hours later;

The five females had reconnected, and they were well and truly enjoying their night together. The Vudu longue was well and truly alive as it was busting at the seams with people. Evie, Mackenzie, Charlotte, Dani and Mikah were lucky enough to be ushered to one of the tables in the back of the room, that overlooked the dance floor, but it was still quiet enough for them to all sit back and talk. It didn’t take a genius, to figure out while Evie at positioned herself against the back wall, her eyes locked on the entrance way. She was waiting very impatiently for a ghost from her past to walk through the gates of hell, just so she could get a chance of winning back something that belonged to her. Dani and Mikah didn’t really know what was going on, but the two had made a pack to stick together for the night. Mikah even taking Dani under her wing a little bit to keep Dani true to their night of drinking.

As the night ticked on, it was almost eleven thirty before Dani had whisked Mikah and Charlotte away to the dance floor. They both hated her for it, but from where Mackenzie and Evie were sitting it looked like they were having the time of their lives. On the table in front of the remaining two told the story of the last four and half hours, as there was empty shot glasses, bottles and glasses across the table. Yet, as soon as a waiter saw one of them finish a drink, he was quick to rush over and refill their supply. There was money in this club, big money and right now Evie could see from the cliental they would be raking in seven figures by the time the door shut four am.

“Have you stopped being a pissy bitch?” Mackenzie’s voice was still strong, not a slur to be heard.

Evie turned to look at her, but only for a millisecond before her hawk like attention returned to the front doors.

“Please don’t tell me Mackenzie fucking Page is going to try and give me love advice.” She fired back.

Evie’s black nails tapped on the glass in her hand, before she took a long sip of her deep brown liquid. Mackenzie just looked at her over the rim of her beer glass with a devilish smirk.

“Fuck that.” She snarled. “But if you’re asking, you’re being a complete tit.” A laugh ripped through her lips. “Ben has done nothing but accept you and love you for who you are, and you’re acting like a prissy bitch who has chipped a fucking nail over one fucking incident.” A simple shrug of her shoulders is all she could offer.

Evie turned to look at Mackenzie, she didn’t want to get into this with her she was too heated from what she felt about her husband right now. A part of her knew Mackenzie was right but fuck it she was angry.

“What happened to…” she lifted her glass. “Fuck that?” She dumped the rest of her drink down her throat, not even letting it touch the sides so she could savor it.

Evie was basically telling Mackenzie to keep her mouth closed. Those two were as bad as each other. When it was just them, they would lock horns, always having to one up each other. It was in their nature. You see Mackenzie saw Evie as a glorified super spy who never really had to work hard for what she had handed to her. In her eyes, Evie had all the gadgets all the devices in the world when it came to her previous call of duty. Mackenzie didn’t see her past as dirty work, while on the other hand what London Underground participated in was built from the ground up. The two of them secretly had blood dripping from their fingertips, both as dangerous as each other but there was nothing wrong with some friendly or well not so friendly competition.

“Just saying, if you’re going to cold shoulder him over something so trivial… he might wake up one morning and finally see the monster that’s been beside him the whole time.” She was joking, but also, wasn’t.

“Get fucked.” Is all Evie could fire back, before the rest of the party returned to the table.

Charlotte rushed back first, eager to get her hands on another drink to forget the grinding on the dance floor she had just encountered. Mikah on the other hand was quick to check her phone in her clutch. She was a mother who had two kids being baby sat right now, it was expected that she would be a little distracted at times. Dani on the other hand was still making moves on the dance floor, completely ignoring the fact that a sleaze ball guy was trying to back himself up on her as she danced in a craze. It didn’t take long for Evie’s eyes to scan over the dance floor, yet at the same time Mackenzie and Evie made eye contact with the guy who was now grinding up on Dani’s behind. They could foretell exactly what was going to happen and like lightning Charlotte, Mackenzie and Evie were on the dance floor, to find out just exactly happened next, you’ll have to tune into Danielle’s Weston’s promotional video later in the week.

It wasn’t until after the Dani incident that Evie’s glazed over eyes fell on the front doors of the Vudu Longue as they swung open. It was edging on one am, it wasn’t uncommon for Vivian and her mob to arrive as the masses start to leave. Like clockwork Charlotte turned to Evie a smile from ear to ear as she mouthed “Told you so.” Evie didn’t waste any time and she didn’t look back as she made a beeline for the doorway. She had one thing on her mind tonight and that was revenge. Sweet revenge that would keep her thoughts about her troubles at bay. Evie moved through the bustling crowd as if there was no one standing in her way, pushing past the dancers, bulldozing her way to get to Vivian.

Vivian even though she appeared to be a simple old lady, there was nothing like an innocent grandma about her. She demanded respect, purely just by looking at her. She was dressed in a floor length dark green mink coat, her fingers dripped with diamonds, nothing under five carats on each digit.  Behind her was a flock of security, although London Underground knew them more personally. They were rivals in their hobby away from wrestling. Although there was no bad blood spilling between each group momentarily, Charlotte and Mackenzie knew they had to tread carefully. Truth be told Mackenzie had invited Vivian her tonight, as honestly, they had their own side mission to accomplish here tonight.

It took Evie only a matter of seconds to be up in front of Vivian, she ducked and weaved her way inside her inner circle so now she was standing face to face with a long-time rival. As much as Evie hated Vivian, they shared a love hate relationship, there was no need for any violence tonight all Evie wanted was a chance to win back what was hers. As Vivian’s eyes laid upon Evie’s a sour smirk crossed her face.

“Well fuck me, I thought you were dead?” Vivian coughed, smoke spilling from her lips.

Evie didn’t respond, her eyes were too focused on Vivian’s left hand, middle finger. The sight of the eight-carat ring was glittering in Evie’s eyes. It had been more than ten years since Evie had seen her precious diamond. It was one of the first piece of jewels she acquired in her previous line of work. It was god ugly, but it was hers and right now she wanted nothing more than to swipe it back and have it back in her possession.

“Oh, Evie darling, please tell me you’re still not cut up about this?” Vivian flipped Evie the bird, with a wickedly evil smile.

Evie just returned the favor a wicked smile on her face as she eyed Vivian up and down.

“Don’t you think it’s about time we had a rematch?” Her Aussie accent was sarcastic as ever. “Although, I’m in the mood to risk it all.” A roguish smirk inched the left side of her mouth upwards. “Your coat, all your rings, the cash in your Fendi purse… for whatever you want.”

Vivian took a step towards Evie. “Whatever I want?” she chirped. “That could be dangerous.”

“I’m counting on it.” She licked her lips in anticipation.

Vivian just side-stepped Evie, before ushering her to follow her. At no point did she make her stipulation vocal of there rematch, but Evie didn’t care. There was no way she was going to lose. She couldn’t lose, she couldn’t handle another thing going tits up in her life right now… but she was to stubborn to just let an old dog lie and she was willing to risk it all. She was willing to put anything and everything in the palms of an old moody woman, who had more power and cash than the Queen of England herself.  

Many, many hours later;

It was ten forty-two in the morning, the sun was blistering down on York. The birds were chirping daylight was in full effect. It was grand old day in the city as people had left their houses and gathered together to enjoy brunch in the rare event of sunshine there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. It wasn’t an average day for York and sure as hell wasn’t an average day for Evie Jordan. The sound of heels clicking against the pavement brought a smile to her face, but also sounded like a bongo drum was pounding in her cranium. It was rare for Evie to feel the effects of alcohol. Her body was basically immune, but here she was nursing a killer headache that was no doubt going to add to her viciously unpredictable mood.

Evie walked with purpose as she headed towards her hotel, her long brown hair was dancing in the wind as it whipped behind her. Her long black manicured nails nursed a takeaway cup of coffee as she entered the lobby of her hotel, she bypassed the security and made a dash towards the elevator. Evie didn’t know if she had beaten Ben home, after all she hadn’t heard from him all night all she knew is that she was desperate for a shower. The sound of the elevator dinging to alert her that she had reached her floor made her cringed at how loud it sounded. It was like the bells of Big Ben were preforming just for her.

She walked towards her door, trying to balance her coffee and her clutch as she fumbled around for the room key. The sound of rattling was enough to wake the dead as she shushed and scolded herself to work faster and smarter. Turns out Evie didn’t need her room key as the door opened before her, standing in the doorway was her world, Ben Jordan. There was a mixture of emotions on his face. There was a hint of concern, a splash of anger, half a cup of frustration all mixed in with black circles surrounding his eyes. Evie didn’t know what to say, so she just side stepped her way into their apartment. She could tell his eyes were looking her up and down, I mean why wouldn’t they?

Evie reeked of cigarettes and booze, she was dressed in all black, black tight ripped jeans, black sky-high heels, a super tight black v necked t-shirt. Over her shoulders a large floor length dark green mink coat sat proudly, while dazzling on each finger was a new large diamond. She had won her ring back and then some. In that sense she was on cloud nine, the smile that was plastered on her face should have been enough to tell the world how happy she was with herself, but Evie could feel the burn of Ben’s cold blue glare on her skin. That’s when she remembered there was a slight cut under her right eye, that sat on top of her cheekbone like a beacon, she had received that from helping Dani but there was no way Ben would have been able to know that.

They weren’t speaking.

Walking into their apartment Evie removed the coat from her shoulders and tossed it over the back of the nearest chair. She had never felt like this before, they had ever been like this before. It was just a dance they were in and it appeared that each of them was on the back foot unsure who should make the first step. She heard the door click shut behind her as she started to remove all the rings from her fingers, tossing them on to the hallway bench. Keeping just her wedding band on, Evie played with it nervously before she whipped around on her heels to look up at her husband.

And if looks could kill, Evie just felt the throb flatline from her pulse.

All she wanted to do was rush towards him and hold him. Ben looked as if he had danced with the devil with worry, but she couldn’t get over that underlying anger towards him it was still bolting her feet to the ground.

Now it was all just a matter of time before one of them cracked.







OOC: Still trying to get the hang of Evie again... eeeep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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