[Evie Baang]

 <FONT COLOR=#E56717>“It’s that time of year again, where we all go out and buy stupid fucking Easter eggs and give gifts of joy and love to our families. To me, I find it kinda sick that at this time of year we drown each other in fucking chocolate as we celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Fucking Christ. I mean that’s if you believe in that sort of jibber.  Do I believe in Jesus? No, no fucking way. Do I believe in God? No, get fucked.”

The right side of the face of the young Australian, Evie Baang lights up the screen from the surrounding darkness. Nothing apart from her shoulders upwards is visible as she tilts her head towards the camera. This wasn’t how she normally started her weekly promotions, but hey it was a special time of year after all. Her face was pale, yet her makeup was still on point, while her long brown almost black hair cascaded around her face. Her eye that was seen, was almost blazing as she looked down the lens of the camera, as if it were burning with rage.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I believe that there are two sides to this world, good and evil and the moment we are born, our destiny is already decided for us. I’m not saying you can’t tip toe across the invisible line from time to time. All I’m saying is once you do an immoral dead, there is no turning back, there is no redemption you are set on a course and that’s the path you lead. There is no restoration for your soul… there is no reverse, you are sentenced on that action alone and there is no exchanging it. No matter how much you cry for forgiveness, no matter how much you beg for a pardon and no matter how much you pray for mercy.”

Her hazel eye closed as the shadow in the footage still blackened out the other side of her face, as if she was hiding something. Of course, she was hiding something, she was always hiding something. As she lifted her eyelid to open her eye once more she ran her tongue across her deep red lips, that looked as sinful as blood before she parted them once more to speak.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“There is a hell, a hell that I know I’m going to be spending the rest of eternity in once I pass away. I know that and I have accepted it. It’s a trip I’m most looking forward to as I already know it’s dimly lit halls all too well, I already know what’s on the other side and while you pray for puppies and endless good times. I can assure you the nothingness you will be greeted with will leave you nothing more than disappointed.”

A simple shrug of her bare shoulder that was on display was all she needed to back up her last point. She didn’t understand why people believed in a God, as if he was going to determine their faith. Her eye pierced the lens once more as she continued to stare down it.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“Now, how do I know there is no salvation for a soul like mine? It’s easy to see there is too much blood on these hands, to wash clean with purified thoughts or kind deeds.”

On cue, she lifted her hands up into the light showing the fact that her hands were crimson with blood, that dripped from her finger tips failing to the floor below them. The stagnate glimmer in her eye, showed that the blood wasn’t hers as she felt no pain or discomfort from the amount of fluid that was resting in the very palm of her hands. As she looked down at her hands marvelling at them, she slowly removed them from the sight of the camera. Sure, all the mothers and father in the arena and around the world would tell their children it was just an act I mean this whole enigma that surrounds Evie Baang was just a character, right? Once her hands were removed from the sight of the camera she turned her attention back to audience who would be watching this and continued.

 <FONT COLOR=#E56717>“There is a thick cloud of darkness that surrounds me emphasising my sins, too dark to ever allow the brightness of the light of good to shine through. I have branded myself, some may even say I’m cursed, but I’m willing to live in acceptance of this rather than spending my days wasting my time praying for salvation. The Son of God might have died for your sins, however, I can sure as shit know he didn’t die for mine.”

Evie tilts her head to the side once more showing off the darkened side of her face, exposing a busted and bruised eye while her lip is swollen and enflamed. Of course, she had been in a fight, why wouldn’t she have been if you had been following her story you would know she had her best friend stolen from her but shh don’t say a word out loud, it’s our little secret we can’t ever tell. The Aussie rolled her head on her neck while her eyes stayed fixed on the camera before her, as she finally decided to tie this all into her weekly promotional.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“To you at this time of year you are reminded that, Jesus is light, well I am the dark and guess who Orchid has to come face to face with first?”

Her white teeth her on display, as she smiled. It was freakish how white her teeth were in comparison to her blood red lips and her dark smoky eyes. Her tongue ran across the tops of her teeth as if to display their sharpness, an animalistic display of power and confidence before the Australian continued on her way tying this all together.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“This is the time of year we are retold that Jesus is the Lord and the Lord is our Shepard. However, this Sunday… I’ll be the one dressed in the skin of a wolf, that will stroll into the pasture with the sheep and soon you will all see a little lamb, follow me willingly and swiftly be lead away for the slaughter.”

She swept her bloody right hand through her long dark hair, before she fixated her gaze back onto the lens in front of her. She knew that time was of the essence right now and she couldn’t afford to lose any more. Evie looked at the floor before she rocked her head back to gaze up towards the sky, as she elongated her neck the faded signs of her past stretched out to show scars of torment and distress. Leaving first time viewers to wonder what on earth had happened to this Bombshell, while highlighting the unknown history to the loyalist. Evie gritted her teeth together before she readjusted her eyes to the lens before she started to wrap this one up.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“That poor little lamb, will learn the hard way that gracious returns to battle always end up in defeat. Jesus maybe the lord, however I am the conqueror a ruthless soul who doesn’t need another to die for her sins, because where’s the fun and justice in having a reset button?”

That smirk was back and it was lighting up the screen before the harsh hazel eyes of Evie pierced into the crowd once more. She had one last thing to say about the Easter show and she wasn’t going to depart without making her intentions crystal clear.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I’ll see you on Sunday, Orchid and what a sweet little lamb you’ll be.”

The camera panned into her hazel eyes, that were glimmering with a hint of green under tone that almost shone bright like diamonds in the dim lighting. The focus was purely on her eyes and even though her left eye was busted and bruised underneath it, the story that was on display in both of her glistening orbs was evident. Like a wolf, she was focused, hungry and fixated on the prize that was being offered to her, an Orchid if you will. It was a stare that could penetrate even the toughest of opponents, aggravating them but to a certain extent alluring them also. It was then the scene shifted into complete darkness and everything faded to black.

##

April 13th Philadelphia the Good Dog Bar.

The Good Dog Bar, one of the famous hang out spots in Philadelphia, known for its three levels of Pooch themed greatness that tourist flock to but the locals can’t seem to keep out of this gaff as well. It’s conveniently located on 15th street between Locust and Walnut street if you wish to sample a taste of the unique hospitality this bar has to offer. It was 7pm so it wasn’t too early or late for dinner, however as the bottom and middle floors were jammed packed with people the top floor was somewhat more open with less noise and bodies to interrupt those wishing to have a peaceful dinner. And, whom would be trying to have a peaceful dinner in Philadelphia might you ask? Well I’ll tell you, you little butter cream jam drops. Sitting at a small square table in the far back corner of the restaurant the resident misfits of Sin City Wrestling could be found, the unlikely tag team of Evie Baang and Lord Raab. Lord Raab hadn’t come alone, as to his left sat Samuel his husband, while on his right Henry sat while directly across from Raab was Ms Evie Baang.

The foursome (now, that will give you nightmares, or tickle you ball sacks either or?) were already digging into some of the unusual food that The Good Dog Bar had to offer. The resident head chef Jessica O’Donnell herself had made sure she was in charge of their food, as she was a distant friend to Evie. By, distant friend, I mean Evie slipped her a couple of hundreds to make sure their food was delivered hot and fast so if this dinner date started to turn weird, they could finish up quickly and leave. However, the vibe at the table seemed to be okay even if it was Henry doing all the talking.

<FONT COLOR=#0cd048> “Evie, we must thank you again for inviting us here to dinner. I will admit we were surprised to receive your invitation, we didn’t realise that it would just be the four of us here.”

Evie looked up at Henry from her bowl of White Chicken Chili soup and just flashed him a sly smile.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I know you probably expected Ben Jordan to be around, to help with… well this situation but seeing that he is our competition in the Blast from the Past, I didn’t think it was appropriate to bring him to team building night.”

Raab and Samuel were just intently staring towards Evie as they were stuck into their juicy burgers. Samuel was digging into the traditional house special burger, while Raab would wrapping his lips around the affectionally named “Good Dog” burger. Around the table, three of the four were drinking, Samuel was taking it easy with a whisky and coke, while Henry was enjoying his gin and tonic, while Raab who had his heart condition was abiding by his doctor’s orders and was swigging down a coke. Evie on the other hand, had a bottle of red wine at her disposal and every moment she felt an awkward silence she would knock back a mouthful from her long-stemmed wine glass.

<FONT COLOR=#0cd048> “I must admit, you and Raab are making a fine tag team for two people who seem to well, not like to… how can I say this, play well with others?”

Evie toyed with the glass steam of her wine glass before she looked up and over towards Raab. She had to admit, she had wanted to be partnered up with him from the beginning because she knew what he was capable. When she looked across the table, she didn’t just see a man, with some complications, she saw a weapon, a ticking time bomb that she was patiently waiting to see explode. However, she was mystified by the fact Raab wanted to be helped by Henry and Ben, so he could become a better person. It didn’t sit well with her, but she never understood why people wanted to be different or why people wanted to change after all it was engrained in her that people don’t change and you can’t transform who you truly are. Well that’s what she thought anyways.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I don’t see why people didn’t think Raab and I wouldn’t get along? I mean, even though we have completely different backgrounds and lives, we are still a little similar.”

Raab was a little taken back by the comment, so much so he spoke up for the first time tonight.

<FONT COLOR=#d00c1a> “How are we the same?”

“Oh, you know, we’re monsters” was what she wanted to blurt out, but she knew that would just open a can of worms that she wasn’t ready to spill. Nor would she ever spill the secrets of her past to Raab, it just wasn’t his concern. The longer Evie took to reply the more she felt him recoil back into his shell feeling like he had said the wrong thing, so the Aussie was quick to reply.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“We’re reserved creatures, that people just don’t understand and never will.”

She tipped her wine glass towards him as if to proudly toast the fact they were different. Raab just looked down at his glass of coke and slowly lifted it and tipped it towards Evie. Shock was sprawled all over Henry’s face as Raab socially interacted with Evie correctly. Samuel on the other hand was entertained by the buffalo wings in front of him, to see what had just happened. Evie winked at Raab to encourage him, to which he just placed his glass back onto the table and Henry nodded in approval. As Evie watched Raab’s eyes shift from his food, to henry and then over towards her, she felt like he wanted to say something but wasn’t really sure on how to word it.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“What’s on your mind Lord?”

Raab looked up at Evie, before he forcefully but quietly started to talk back to her.

<FONT COLOR=#d00c1a> “I would like to thank you, for trying to teach me that not all females are bad… and that you can be trusted.”

Evie looked at Raab for a second, letting what he had just said to her sink in before she turned to look at her bottle of wine. Surely, she had just dreamt what he had just said to her, or she was tipsy? Once she saw that she was only half way through the bottle she knew it either Raab had just thanked her. It takes a lot to floor Evie, or render her speechless but the Aussie was trying her hardest not to scare the shy Raab back into the darkness.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I’m the last person, you should be learning how to trust women from.”

Was what she blurted out, but thankfully Samuel had blurted out a “YAAAAAARPPP” just in the nick of time to save Raab from hearing what Evie had just said. Henry however, had heard it clearly and he was shaking his head from side to side. A reaction that Evie didn’t miss as she quickly corrected herself.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“What I said, was I’m the best person to learn trust from… for all womankind, I’ve got you.”

Henry quickly nodded, thankful for the save but now Evie felt a little bad for lying to Raab. It’s not that she would ever double cross Raab or Henry or Samuel it’s just she didn’t have the best track record for being a stand-up role model for women. However, if she had to play the part to help Lord Raab and Samuel become fathers one day she was going to try her hardest to fudge it a little. Also, if Ben knew that she was unravelling his hard work, she would be in a world of trouble. As the dinner conversation panned out into nothing the foursome, sat in silence for a moment as they returned back to their meals. Although while Evie was busy lifting the wine glass to her lips, the long sleeve of her shirt slipped down towards her bent elbow showing off the scars of her past. She could feel a set of eyes burning her skin, as she slowly placed the glass back down on to the table and that’s when the giant that sat across from her spoke.

<FONT COLOR=#d00c1a> “Have you been hurt before?”

It was the most god honest question Evie had ever been served for a while and the question had poured out of the lips of her Blast from the Past tag team partner. And, now Evie sat there unsure of if she was to lie to him or if she was to tell him the truth. This is where the world was a mixture of two evils, one evil would save herself where the other evil would save him. If she told Raab the truth behind each scar, the hard work he had done for trusting women would be out the window but if he found out Evie had lied, would it do the same? Evie looked down at her arm before she looked across to Henry who had a deer in headlight stare towards her, he wasn’t going to help her. The Aussie shifted her attention up to Raab and she gently cleared her throat.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Along time ago, Raab… a very long time ago.”

Her eyes shifted back to her scars on her arm, not only were there scratches there were imprints from burns that had never been treated or healed correctly. Years had passed and most of them had faded but Evie could still remember the origin of each and every incision, slice, puncture, laceration and burn that was sown into her skin. And, now the memories were trying to flood back into her mind all at once. The easiest way to help them pass was to bring her wine glass to her lips, and she proceeded to polish off the rest of cup. Once she placed the glass back to the table she poured herself another round, hoping that Raab wouldn’t ask a follow up question. Raab turned his attention towards Henry who just politely shook his head as if to say, don’t prompt her anymore and Raab understood. To break the silence Evie just made up an excuse to speak.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “So, I forgot to mention that after this if you’re interested… there’s a little sports bar down town… it’s called The Seven Hundred it’s a mad Soccer Club… or football whatever the fuck you want to call it. It’s also a nightclub, if you’re into that kind of thing. Ben, Jamie and a few others will be there, you’re more than welcome to join us? I think there is a big game on, who knows? But I know Ben and Jamie would be delighted to see you.”

She flashed all three men a smile, leaving them to think about her offer while the rest of the night was filled with fine dining, awesome desserts and small chit chat. Nevertheless, this dinner date, was an important part in the team building story of Lord Raab and Lady Baang.

##

Later that night at The Seven Hundred Bar.

This infamous Philly Bar once started out as an old market shed, but has since been done up to be a bar dedicated to the sport that is known as Soccer (Sorry Jordo, just deal with it) it’s now a rowdy place that had walls lined with televisions that played live games of soccer from around the world playing. While others replayed classic games over and over so fans from every corner of the global could come here and celebrate the sport that is simply known as the world game. However, this bar had the best of both worlds as it also had a dance floor over to one side so those who weren’t interested in sports had somewhere to hangout. You know encase their other halves dragged them here. There was no doubt, in finding out who had dragged everyone to this bar. It was the tall English lion that was standing with a fosters bottle glued in his right hand while his eyes were gazing up the wall of televisions, trying to focus on all of them at once as the sport he loved with all his heart played out on multiple screens.

Jamie Dean, Amy Marshall, Joey and Sammi Marlowe were on the dance floor making some moves. Jamie wasn’t alone as he had found two male friends to bump and grind with making a spectacle for the Philly locals who embraced him and cheered him on. Odette and Gabriel had even made their way down to the bar, the two of them were hand in hand while Gabriel stood beside Ben looking up at the screens as if they were in a trance. Odette looked a little bored as she rested her head-on Gabriel’s shoulder, but he didn’t move from his spot however he did wrap his arm over Odette’s shoulder giving her a squeeze. Somehow, someway Melody had managed to wrangle James into coming out, however, he didn’t look that mad as his eyes were glued to the screens as well. Melody knew that James used to play this sport while he was at school, so she knew that he would have a good time even if he was surrounded by people he didn’t really like. She gently pressed her lips onto his check before running off to join the dancers on the dance floor.

Just as her feet were about to hit the wooden floor boards she turned around and pranced back towards the Football watching group, she twirled effortlessly in front of them all before she dragged Odette away from Gabriel by her arm. Odette was protesting at first, but she eventually gave into Melody’s ways. While Melody was dragging Odette off Gabriel raised his glass towards the young blonde thanking her, while James just watched on concerned on how this would pan out. He knew Melody liked to party, he also liked to watch Melody party she was harmless I mean what real trouble could she get into by doing the sprinkler here?

As the three guys turned to look at the dance floor they all shook their heads at the random sights they we’re seeing before they shifted their attention back up to the TV screens in the quiet back corner of the bar.

<FONT COLOR=#f1ef3b> “Thank god, this place separates the loonies from the norms.”

They all shared a laugh at James’ joke, before they were joined by another member of the Sin City Wrestling roster. Evie Baang had made her way to the bar after her dinner with Raab and his friends. Upon her arrival, she didn’t make a bee line towards the people she knew she made a bee line towards the bar. She was served instantly that made a certain number of males groan as she had pushed in, however she just looked at them all and playfully smiled and it was like magic she was soon forgiven. After a couple of moments Evie left the bar area with a tray of shots and headed towards the boys in the back of the bar. The Aussie didn’t waste any time as she placed the tray down on the high round table in front of the three men and she rapidly brought a shot glass to her red painted lips and downed a shot. That shot was followed, by two more before she even offered a shot to any of the boys. Ben looked at Evie, he could tell that she was internally eating herself alive over something. While James looked at her like she a stray dog, meanwhile Gabriel looked at her amazed that she had managed to make her way from up town to down town without busting her knuckles.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4> “You okay Evie?”

Gabriel just looked down at his student, who just held up her index finger towards him before polishing off another drink this time it was in the form of a black liquid of well a whiskey in coke. She looked up at all three of them, her eyes a little glassy but she was still able to stand and speak as if nothing had happened.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I’m fucking fantastic.”

She was being sarcastic and the venom like tone was dripping from her fangs. It wasn’t that her night with Raab was bad, in fact it was a good night. It was the fact that her mind was flooded with memories, pains from her past and she was trying to block them out. After all, she was also dealing with her private life falling to bits around her. Her house fire, no one knew about, her best friend being kidnapped and held hostage that no one knew about and now the looming fact that her heart was going to be the next item on her rivals shopping list. A normally clear-level headed Evie was finding it hard to keep her head above water but she was going to give it a red-hot crack. After all a break, down would be a sign of weakness and if there was one thing her father taught her, that was, never show signs of weakness.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “How was your dinner with Raab? Is he coming to the pub?”

Ben shifted his attention away from the TV long enough to look at Evie who had taken a seat and look at both areas filled with TV’s and the dance floor. A place she would never end up on. That’s why she picked the chair the furthest away from the fucking thing as possible. Her gaze shifted to Ben who she just attempted to smile at before she spoke.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“Dinner actually went well, I’m not going to lie, I think Doctor Evie is making more progress with Raab than Saint Ben could ever.”

She teased him with a sly smile, followed by her tongue running across her white teeth.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“As for them coming to the bar, they said they would think about it, however, they wanted to see some of the sites that this shit hole has to offer.”

She was referring to Philly in general not the pub, but Ben just shook his head before he turned to the side ignoring her comment. Before anyone could speak the sound of J2H’s laughter caught them all by surprise as they had forgotten he was with them as it was a rare event to see him out and about.

<FONT COLOR=#f1ef3b> “I’m glad, someone else agrees with me, that this is a fucking pile of shit city.”

Evie raised her class towards James as the too clinked their glasses together in agreeance, but while she was looking towards James she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. Placing her glass back down on the table she watched the dance floor intensely.

<FONT COLOR=#B6B6B4>  â€œWhat’s the matter Evie, scared that Odette and Melody are going to pull you onto that thing? You know you’re doomed if they see you, here right?”

Gabriel couldn’t help himself he liked egging his student on, Evie just rolled her eyes trying to ignore him however Ben piped up and made his opinions heard.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Nah, mate, our Eves here loves to dance, she can rumba or salsa with the best of them.”

Evie rolled her eyes once again before she sighed towards them both.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“What can I say, I’m the modern-day Shakira.”

Her accent made her sound brutal, but she didn’t care to listen to the boys try and run her down anymore as her eyes returned back to the dancefloor. It was dimly lit but she was pretty sure, she could see something unfolding that no one else seemed to notice. As Melody and Odette were shaking their bodies to the beat of the music, together like sisters. Amy and Sammi were doing the same enjoying their nights. Jamie Dean was loving the attention he was giving and receiving to and from his two male fans, while Joey was overlooking it all. Joey was clearly the sober one and he was doing his best to keep a watchful eye on what was happening. She wasn’t sure on what she had seen at first but when she noticed Jamie shimmy his way across the dance floor towards the bar, she had seen it all unfold before her cold eyes.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Ben, you know how I promised you, I wouldn’t punch anyone in public?”

Ben was fixated on watching the sports but he leant to his side and looked down at the petite Aussie with a smirk on his face.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Hmmm?”

He was questioning her, hoping this wasn’t going to lead anywhere he didn’t want it to. Evie on the other hand had taken a stand and was now two steps away from Ben heading towards the bar. On her way towards it she looked over her shoulder and spoke towards her roommate.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Yeah, well… I’m going to have to break that promise.”

Ben tried to reach out to grab onto her shoulder to stop her, but she was to swift and she managed to side step his attempts. He quickly put his bottle of beer on the table in front of him before he spoke out towards Evie, disappointment dripping from his tone.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “What? Why? Ah damn it Eves, everyone just started to have a good time.”

She could hear him but she wasn’t exactly listening as she made a bee line towards the dance floor, Ben Jordan hot on her trail. She ducked and weaved between the people before she made her way over towards Jamie Dean. Jamie was ordering a round of drinks, for well everyone he could. However, one of his male friends was standing to the right of him. Evie didn’t waste her time in pushing his male friend to the side before she spoke out through gritted teeth directly in his face.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“Hand, it, the fuck over and before you plead innocence, you don’t wanna fucking play games with me.”

Jamie’s friend looked at Evie with confusion in his eyes, while Jamie Dean looked at Evie in horror.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “Evie, what’s going on?”

Evie gave the guy to the count of eight inside her mind, before she reached up and grabbed his left hand. She jerked it towards herself, before she chicken winged it and pinned his own arm against his own back before she slammed him down onto the counter. The “friend” of Jamie Dean was screaming in pain, while Ben and Jamie were trying to talk some sense into the Aussie. While all eyes from the dance floor were now on the commotion at the bar.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“I’m going to ask you again, hand it the fuck over… or I’ll put my hands down your fucking pants myself… and remove it.”

She wasn’t talking about the object she was after, she was talking about his cock and balls. Jamie looked horrified as did Ben as all they could tell was Evie was attacking this man for no reason. The guy tried to wiggle free from being face planted on the bar but the Aussie wasn’t letting him go as she increased her grip. She was in the mood for a fight, Ben had sensed that from the moment she walked into this place but he didn’t think she would be so foolish to start it with an innocent fan who was having a good time with Jamie on the dance floor. The fan quickly reached into his pocket with his free right hand and slowly pulled out a black wallet before he held it out towards Jamie Dean.

<FONT COLOR=#df4ff4> “Is she really mugging this guy in front of everyone? … oh…”

As Jamie had said that his eyes fell onto the wallet that was being held out towards him from the fan and realised that it was his wallet. He had been pick pocketed and Evie had spotted it across the room and swooped in, not so gracefully to fix the problem. Jamie took his wallet back, before he looked over towards Evie who still hadn’t let go of the guy. In fact, she had applied more pressure and was now squeezing his face on to the hard-wooden bar, with force.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717>“Don’t fucking stop there, if I didn’t miss the first feat did you really fucking think I’d miss the second act?”

Evie’s curly Black hair was flowing around her shoulders as she took a step up towards the guy arching his arm up once more and she increased her viper like grip on his arm. The guy screamed out in pain, while Ben Jordan tried his best to talk Evie out of seriously hurting the guy. The guy rapidly slipped his hands into his pockets once more this time he pulled out a white key card like piece of plastic and held it out towards Jamie. Jamie’s face went ghostly white as he grabbed hold of his hotel room key. Only once that was handed over Evie released the guy before slamming his head down onto the bar top. The thought of kicking him to ground was over coming her, the thought of drilling her foot into his ribs fracturing them, making the splinted bone pierce his lungs was starting to flow. The thought of wrapping her hand around his throat and ripping his windpipe out was just dancing at the forefront of her mind. The contemplation of grabbing his arm and snapping it into two was egging her on to do so, but she could feel a number of eyes on her in the room. She could feel the hatred, the uncertainty and the judgment of others burning away at her skin.

Even if she had done right, it was engrained in her that she had done something wrong, terribly wrong.

She looked down at the guy once more and every fibre of her body was telling her to make him pay, but everything was screaming at her to just walk away. Walk away Evie walk away. She could hear Jamie Dean talking, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. She could feel Ben Jordan standing right behind her, but she didn’t want to hear his voice. The only voice she was hearing, was a voice she hadn’t heard in a long, long, looooong time. Her fathers “Kill him Poppy, kill him.” Looking down at her arm, seeing the scars of her past and the fact that Raab had asked her about it earlier was puncturing into her mind. She had to leave, she had to leave now or she was going to lose it. Without another word said, without a single look towards anyone Evie just exhaled deeply and looked to the right of her seeing an exit. She needed fresh air and right now, she was suffocating herself in a hot sweaty bar filled with judgement.

She wanted to apologise to Jamie, she wanted to see if he was okay but everything inside her now was screaming at her to walk away.

Gabriel, James, Melody, Odette, Sammi, Amy and Joey had all made their way over towards Jamie and Ben and with one swift ghost like movement Evie ducked out of the bar and fleetingly made her exit. She didn’t care if anyone followed her, in fact she hoped they didn’t because as of right now she needed to be alone, she needed to disappear and well like a shadow in the night she was gone. Jamie was quick to turn to look up towards Ben before he asked him a question.

<FONT COLOR=#df4ff4> “How did she see this happening, from all the way over there?”

It’s not that he doubted her, it was just he didn’t understand how she had eagle like vision in the dark. Ben just rested his hand on Jamie’s shoulder and responded the only way he knew how, with a little comedy to lighten the mood.

<FONT COLOR=#368BC1> “I think she’s part barn owl, mate!”

Jamie and Ben both looked towards the door that Evie had made a swift exit from, before they debated about going out to find her.

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The scene opens back on a black screen with Evie’s battered and bruised face on show once more. That’s all that can be seen, the same face from the start of the promotional video highlighting that once she left the bar her night didn’t go as swimmingly as she had hoped. The Aussie didn’t waste any time as she just stared down the lens of the camera and got this one underway.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “We are just a few days away from the Easter edition of Sin City Wrestling’s Climax Control. A show that promises to be like no other, with the promise of Sammi Marlowe hopping around backstage handing out Easter eggs. The promise of once in a lifetime style matches, with titles on the line and well the excitement of round two for the blast from the past tournament. That’s where I come into play, when I once again get the team up with Lord Raab and we have the privilege of ridding this competition of the likes of Dmitri and Orchid. A vampire and a ninja, what a combination and yet Raab and I are frowned upon like we are the odd team?”

She had a blank look on her face before she continued.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “It’s a fucking joke, what Sin City Wrestling has to offer backstage these days. I mean two vampires? Really like wasn’t Twilight enough? Now we have actual living breathing blood sucking creatures to worry about. I have only one question for Dmitri, how the fuck does one function without a daylight ring? Hmmm I’m calling bullshit on your little Lord of the underworld little play you’re trying to slice up and serve as hot pie but hey, you do you big guy and maybe one day, just one day it will mean something to someone… anyone… who cares for you. My prediction is that no one will care, but hey… you might claim to be a soulless creature… but I think it’s evident… that even though I’m the “living” one out of us both… I still pose more of a threat and I’m more of a monster than you could every fucking dream of. You might like to drink blood, but honey I fucking live just to spill it. You have a purpose for your wicked ways, whereas for me? I’m just a wicked heartless bitch that would love to watch the world burn.”

That evil tell-tale smirk was now on her face as her malicious Aussie accent rang in the ears of all those who were watching and well listening.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “However, lucky for you you’re not my concern this Sunday night, you’re just a chew toy for Raab to chomp on and the best thing is, once it’s all said and done he will be walking away as the new Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion and his new reign will bring a terror to the division never felt or seen before. Why? Why am I so confident? Because my pasty friend, Raab has a purpose in this tournament that means more to him than the actual glory of winning a championship opportunity… He’s a man driven by his own desire and that right there makes him unstoppable… you thought he was force before but I can assure you his actions this Sunday night will leave you gasping for air. They’ll leave you shell shocked and they will render you helpless. Your goals of becoming the Internet Champion will be dead and buried like your dreams of winning the Blast from the past tournament.”

A sarcastic wink was all she could muster up from her bruised eye before she sinfully continued on her path to Orchid.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Now Orchid don’t think for a single second that I have forgotten about you, I mean, how could I? You’re one of the glorious returning stars to this shindig. One of the ones wishing to make it just one more time within the six-sided ring that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. However, when you were making plans about your glorious return to the SCW ring… did you stop to think that maybe your path would cross mine? I bet you didn’t you probably thought you could walk back in and take the win on a silver platter and walk out being victorious. I will show you on Sunday, that this is nothing more than a dream and it will never be accomplished. Last round, you and your partner got lucky but this round I promise you, you won’t be walking out with the same pride you had on your face the first-time round.”

Shaking her head from side to side Evie wanted to highlight that if Orchid thought she was going to walk out as a winner this week she had another thing coming.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “All week I have been asking myself, how can I beat the one they call Orchid and all these ideas came to mine, however I figured a slow painful defeat would work for you. I would love to do nothing more but bring you down to your knees and show the world you weakness. I will expose you and let the universe witness what it’s like to watch a superhero die. You see while people may worship you and you might have done a lot for this sport, none of that will matter this Sunday night when I defeat you. Consider me the weed killer in your garden of fresh blooms. I will rip you apart, expose your roots and I will leave you out to dry… and the Philly crowd, won’t be able to help you. Your Elders clan won’t be able to save you. You will be out matched this Sunday night; your speed will be worthless because I promise you… I will not give you the space or time you need to take flight. I will be all over you because it’s what I do.”

Her white teeth her on display as she smirked proudly thinking about her actions she could commit on Sunday night.

<FONT COLOR=#E56717> “Don’t think for a single second that I’m kidding or just talking this up. Your fate this Sunday night will be nothing short of what Belinda’s was last round and she was twice your size. So, think about it if I can defeat the biggest bombshell this division has, what makes you think a little lamb like yourself will leave undefeated? I’ll see you on Sunday night dear little lamb, and on that night Philadelphia will witness me lead you down to slaughter. Ninja or not, you will fall and you will fall hard at my feet and at that very moment you’ll learn why I’m the wolf while you and the rest of the Bombshells are my sheep.”

That criminal growl was on her face once more, before the footage faded away to nothing by darkness.