She was finally home, it had been a good few years since she could even consider something to be worthy of that title. For years Evie had shifted through different locations, never letting her feet hit solid ground. The thrill of the chase was all too real in her life, however as the tides changed she was finally trying to live a normal life. After all she had promised her world that she would. I mean the words didn’t exactly spill from her lips, but yet her weakness and complacent practically signed the deal. Evie’s eyes scanned the well-lit city of New York from her position that was perched way up above. It was a picture-perfect view of most of the city, as it shimmered with all its bright lights and glory. The Australian bombshell was pressed up against the glass windows over looking her new hometown, somewhat tormented by the scene before her eyes.
Sure New York was beautiful but it wasn’t where she would like to call home, it was too busy, too aggressive and way to out in the open for her liking. Evie’s green eyes scanned the surrounding buildings that were stories below hers, as her apartment was perched up high. It was the penthouse, it was what her Mundo could afford after all. However, as her eyes scanned the city, her mind couldn’t switch off. She was a sitting duck up here, regardless of how well protected her life partner had promised her. In her thoughts alone Evie could pin point thirty-five prime positions where a clean shot from a sniper could erase her whole existence. It was mind numbing, how she could feel so frail in such a place that that posed as power.
It wasn’t long until Evie knew she wasn’t alone as she heard the front door of her apartment click shut, that sound was followed by the soft thuds of a well-dressed business shoe gliding across the titled floors. He was home, he was late but he was home. Evie looked down at her watch, looking at the time before sighing. It wasn’t that she was possessive over him, she knew he was a busy man it was just that she worried about him. Since exposing himself into the world she was desperate to keep from him, every minute that he was away from her or unreachable felt like a life time. It was ripping her apart, this is why Evie was so against love and yet here she was, so desperate and needy for him. That alone was enough to send her crazy.
Never in her life had she ever needed someone so much, and yet her he was. Dressed to the nines in a Tom Ford custom suit, that hugged his body so tightly if he was to flex a single glute muscle it tethered on the chance of ripping. His dark scruffy like hair was still styled immaculately as, his stubble was just the right amount between caveman and teenage boy trying his hardest to grow into a man. Evie watched as her man stripped from his jacket, before he slung it over the back of the colonel chair that was in their living room. She watched as he loosened the tie from around his neck and discarded it on to the coffee table. Before he ate up the distance between them with strong confidence strides.
He had missed her as much as she had missed him and he wasn’t afraid to show her. As soon as Evie was within reach she was in his long-toned arms, pressed into his chest and held. He lifted his right hand up to the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair as he pressed her gently into him. It didn’t feel at all needy or disgusting, which is what words Evie would have used when seeing a couple in this embrace. It felt natural and real, it was as if everything bad she had ever done in her life was forgiven when she was with him. For some reason, he gave her strength, comfort and the ability to believe that she could be a better person regardless of the body count that she had left behind.
Evie’s arms wrapped about her lovers back as she pulled him in her before she gazed up into his eyes. For someone so pure, honest and wholesome he really didn’t need to have her in his life. He was a hard-working man, who had built himself up to what he was today, while Evie had manipulated her way through life, lying, cheating and stealing all so she could stay in front of the game. Yet, she was being rewarded, with something she never thought was possible, love.
He could tell that she was worried about him and without words he eased that pain, by lightly pressing his lips to hers. Although nothing ever stayed tame for long as his lips begged for hers to part so they could deepen their embrace. Without words Evie knew he was apologising for his tardiness and reassuring her that he was okay. As their lip lock drew to and end, Evie felt his right-hand slip down to her left and his fingers toyed around with her ring finger.
That’s when she closed her eyes and pressed her head against his chest, she knew what was coming and right now she couldn’t even dream to think about it. She had been alone for so long and now he was begging for her to be his. His left hand came up to cup the bottom of her chin as he raised her face gently so she could meet his gaze. As he rolled his thumb over her cheek, she opened her eyes and looked at him shocked. She was a deer in the head lights and she had no idea if she should fight or flight. Most girls dreamt of this moment and yet here Evie was, dreaming it wasn’t happening.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Have you thought of an answer yet, my love?”
His voice was eager, as if his whole life was hanging by this moment.
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That’s when her mind took her back, it was a week after her Mundo had paid her ransom and brought her home. They had enjoyed a little downtime on his remote isolated island, to help the healing process along. However, Evie was still battered bruised and broken. The thought of food was repulsive to her let alone the thought of moving home. Truth be told, she didn’t want to leave the Island but she knew he had work that needed to be handled. Evie offered to find her own place, but he wasn’t going to stand for that as he needed her to be close. After all he had promised to keep her safe.
So, there she was standing at the front door of his mammoth open planned living in New York, to afraid to step in. there she stood empty handed with nothing to bring into this relationship, in awe of what Mundo was able to call home. It wasn’t like fancy places were new to her, it was just it was truly a sight for sore eyes after what she had just been through. He knew she was frozen stiff at the idea of moving in, especially with him. It was enough to have her running for the hills, so, he gently pushed her inside. It was so he could at least shut the door behind them.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Fuck me.”
Was all she could utter under her breathe as her eyes swirled around the apartment. Everything was pristine, everything had a place it was OCD heaven inside this apartment. Everything was in mint condition, not a scratch of a dent to be seen. And yet here she was, a battered young woman, with no real reason of even being in this world standing at the edge of a cliff wondering if she should jump. Evie watched as her Mundo dropped his bags beside the door, before he rushed to be by her side, taking her on a tour.
There weren’t many rooms, as everything was open as the entry rolled into the living, lounge and kitchen. While to the right of her was a spiral staircase that lead to an open plan bedroom and bathroom. The apartment was big enough to sleep a small village, however he had it tailored for just himself. The décor was masculine, all tones of black and white with a random pop of colour throw in, however it was a bold maroon. There was nothing sweet of soft about the appearance in this place, it was just his get away from work. However, he didn’t really need any statement pieces as three out of the four walls of his apartment were class windows. From the floor to the ceiling, it just opened up to a view of New York City.
Evie made her way over towards the glass window that had a view of the empire state building, her eyes almost for sure bugging out of her head. This normally wasn’t her cup of tea, as she hated New York but for some reason from this point of view her new home away from home didn’t look that bad. There was a light drizzle of rain, outside that had raindrops slowly sliding down her window that’s where she was lost in thought. However, as she was staring off into the distance she was lost to what was happening right here in the now.
Mundo had made his way up behind her, pressing his forehead on the back of her head. Like a lion, greeting his lioness. It was animalistic dominance like that, that had driven Evie to him in the first place. She didn’t love him for his money, she didn’t love him for his power in the business world. She loved him because he was the only man to ever make her feel weak at the knees. His voice, was like a beacon to her as every word he ever spoke to her, pulled her in for more. Evie was wild at heart but man, when he looked at her or spoke to her she wanted to be controlled.
She was his, and he was hers.
As he lingered behind her, his hands came up to her shoulders, as he ran his strong hands down her arms. The feeling of his firm skin on hers, was enough to bring her back from the land of day dreaming. He gently placed his chin on her left-hand shoulder and with all the confidence in the world his English accent drilled into her ears.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Marry me?”
His left hand had reached up and pulled a strand of her loose hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. He knew that she had heard him from her reflection in the window in front of him. He too was watching her like a hawk. Evie’s body tightened up under his grip as she was lost for words.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Marry me?”
He pressed her again, his time his chest moulded into her back, making sure his presence was felt. He was being dominate, but the grin on his face was enough to let Evie know that he wasn’t being forceful.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“I haven’t seen beauty, like this ever… Ms Evie Luna Baang. You, against that back drop, you standing here in the one of the most private places of my life. Marry Me?”
He pushed her again for an answer but as of right now she couldn’t find the words. Don’t get me wrong Evie loved him, but she couldn’t commit to anything. She was a risk to him and his life. So, Evie just stood there stone cold frozen looking at him in the reflection of the glass in front of her. Her dry lips pushed together as she thought of her answer but when she went to speak, only one thing could come out.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e> “I…”
She didn’t say another word, Evie just dropped her head and for the first time in a long time she began to cry.
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Switching back into real time, the focus was back on his and her face as Evie just wanted to take a step back. However, her Mundo held onto her tightly as if he was afraid to let go.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“I am a patient man, Evie, my love… I can wait for as long as you need.”
He let go of the grip on her finger before his hand was now holding hers. Their fingers intertwining. Evie wanted to say yes, she did in fact the word was sitting right on the very tip of her tongue but there was one thing and one thing alone holding her back. She had one more shock from her past too bring up and she knew this was going to be a deal breaker. Looking up into his eyes, she finally found the words to speak.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I can’t give you what you want.”
He looked stunned at her outburst, but he narrowed his eyes and looked down upon her with a puzzled look on his face.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“What can’t you give me?”
Evie licked her lips a let out a loud sigh, this was going to hurt. She had held this information back from everyone in her life, but right now she felt like it needed to be aired.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“You want a future, I can’t give you an… heir, to all of this.”
Evie couldn’t bring herself to say “child” or “children” it was too hard for her. For years she had put on this front of being repulsed by babies, when yet there was little shadow of herself that ached for them. She motioned to their surroundings, after saying heir she felt pretty fucking dumb. As she stumbled with her words. Evie dropped her head to look at the floor, all confidence weeping from her body as she held back the urge to scream. This drove her mad, not only because she couldn’t give him a life of happiness that involved them potentially having children. It made her mad that she was never given the option, of becoming a mother. The company she had worked for, made damn sure she had no possible or future distractions in her life. So, they took the one thing, they knew all females who in their right minds, would drop everything for. Her chance at motherhood. Evie felt her little frame being lifted from her feet as she was brought into his chest tightly. He was holding her as close as he possibly could in her time of need instead of running for the hills.
The weird connection they shared, was enough for him not to question why she couldn’t deliver him children. Mundo was a very intelligent man who could string two and two together, making four of the situation.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Evie, Evie, Evie.”
His English accent was burning into her ears, as he consoled her. Even though there were no tears, he could feel her heart breaking as her memories came flooding back from the past. The sea of recollections of the pain she had been through, the lack of recovery and the forcefulness of her work was painted across her frail face and he couldn’t stand it. She was drowning and lately he wasn’t sure if he was enough to keep her afloat. He knew that she loved him, he knew that he was her world but ever since he had walked back into her life, paying for her freedom, Evie had been paying the price. He had asked her to be open and honest with him and every time she peeled back a layer, he could see a petal from her existence wither.
Evie just looked up at him, not a word to be spoken as she tucked her head into the curve of his neck. She had shut down; her jaw was tightly clenched while his hands had bawled up and made fists. It was in her nature to go into fight mode. Even thought she wasn’t being provoked in the art of war, she was being pushed into a new place called feelings and emotions. Something she had never had to concern herself with. It was as if her humanity switch had been switched off for so long, that now since wanting to feel again was going to be the cause of her down fall.
He knew not to push her in times like this as he was kicking himself inside for being so persistent, but he loved her and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. However, the realisation that he may never be a father was a hard-dry pill to swallow and right now he was begging to a glass of water. Regardless of that fact, right now he had his whole world in his hands and he was going to keep a tight grip onto her for as long as he could / as long as she let him. Mundo had already watched her walk out of his life once, he wasn’t going to let her or himself make the same mistake twice.
Evie couldn’t tell what he was thinking, well she could but right now wasn’t the time to be reading his body tells. As she just wanted to fade away into the background. The thought of letting him down was over bearing and she had to get away. In one swift bold move, Evie forced her way free before she made a mad dash for the door. Just as she was about to swing it open and make her exit, she felt her left arm, firmly caught by his. The young Aussie turned around, her eyes locking onto his and without hesitation he left his fears out.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Don’t go. Not again.”
Four words, four little words had Evie’s mind running overtime and now it was real. It was either fight through this… or flight and hightail it out of this sticky situation.
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It was cold and dark, and how do I know it’s cold because there was steam rising from the heat on the black road. Steam from roads is often highlighted via the cold air that surrounds it, I don’t know I’m not a wizard. I just know that’s what it’s like when it’s cold okay? But yet what the heck were we doing in the middle of God only knows, to shoot a promotional video? Oh, that’s right, Evie Baang was on the scene. She was dress head to toe in black, her famous in ring gear to be exact. Evie had taken on the persona as a wolf, something had had become quiet the trend as of late but still she wore her wolf like head dress with pride. Her back was to the camera, but she finally kicked this off.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Last week, I heard in someone’s promotional that they didn’t like boring black background type promotionals. SO, I thought I would take this opportunity to say a big, kind and friendly, fuck you.”
Evie smirked as she looked back at the cameras over her shoulder as she carried on.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“So, here I am… in a black background still… but with an added feature of a road, some dead as fuck trees beside it. Steam rising from the heat of the road, as we head in to the brisk of the night… while my breath is given emotion as steam pours from my mouth, like a chimney who refuses to stop smoking. I hope the moon, can over compensate the boredom, your dim witted little mind, can’t comprehend”
Evie raised her arms up beside her before she shrugged her shoulders as if she couldn’t give two fucks about the situation. She was a troll, and not the type that lived under bridges.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Forgive me for starting this one on a dark note, but hey… while the water is still hot you might as well dive right in.”
She twirled around to face the camera and now she made her way towards it, one foot in front of the other, her footsteps seemed to be gliding across the road.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Now with that out of the way, lets start this shall we? First of all, to all of those who have congratulated me for not punting Devin across the ring last Sunday night… go fuck yourselves. Really? You send one midget flying and all of the sudden you become the slayer of the fucking dwarfs? Very original. You see unlike Miss Minnie Devi actually brings something to the table and he showed that last week when he dominated that wet fish of a man O’Malley. I’m really glad, I got to witness Dick Punch City up close and personal because boy, was that a treat. Now the pouty, lost little pathetic puppy dog of a boy that is O’Malley can finally realise that he has balls again and maybe just maybe he can move on from his… dead… wife.”
Evie knew that was going to light a fire in some peoples bellies but she was in a fuck you type of mood so she didn’t care as she just paced herself and continued.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“It’s not fucking surprise to me that Devin and I advanced last week, I mean did you really think a washed-up superhero, still begging for relevance was going to over shadow me? Fucking pathetic. Oh, and Roxi… you want to know what the fuck I’ve done that’s memorable in Sin City Wrestling? You wanna play that game? You know what that tells me? It tells me you’re too fucking lazy to come up with something solid in your promotional, so you put yourself on a fucking pedestal and try and come at me with bullshit. People call you a legend in Sin City Wrestling, I call you fucking sloppy.”
Evie green eyes were locked and loaded on the lens of the camera, she wasn’t given any room to move today. She was in a feral state of mind.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“You don’t know what I fuck I’ve done, but let me tell you what the fuck I'm going to do… I’m going to become the first ever… back to back crowned winner of the Blast from the Past… and when I do, I’m going to give the world a big fuck you. It’s doubters like you that keep my blood boiling and like you put it last week, keep me pressed and angry. I am fucking angry Roxi, because I’m tired of being disrespected by lazy, part-fucking-timers. Take your nympho wife, who is always on fucking heat and walk right out of this world… because when Devin and I win the Blast from the Past… you won’t want to cross my path. Ever. Again.”
The Aussie was mad, she felt disrespected by one of the best and nicest people in the game. It takes a lot to have Roxi come for you on a bitter level and Evie was able to get that from her but she wasn’t going to let her get away with it. Evie took her time to recapture the vibe before she carried on.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I’d say, I’m sorry for getting that off my chest but, you know… I’m never fucking sorry for anything I do. That includes what I did to Pussy last week at Climax Control. You think I’m going to stand there Pussy and give you all the answers, you want? I will come clean in my own time. I’ll let the world in on all that breaking news, when I want to and trust me… I won’t be sitting down with you so we can have a good ol’ heart to heart. For that to happen, mine would still need to be beating.”
Evie smirked, it was a perfect last time to lead up to her next.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Ah yes, the play on death that people seem to think I bang on about.”
She winked at the subtle pun with her last name before she continued.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Death, the very same thing that my opponent this week in no stranger to. She is the phoenix after all, she rises from the flames and comes back from the dead because she is the chosen fucking one. She is Kira, hear her fucking roar.”
Evie started a slow clap, that lasted three claps because she wasn’t in the right frame of mind to care.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Kira, last week you got lucky… trust me you got very lucky when your team was able to beat Mercedes and Kain. I mean beating Mercedes is huge… not many of us get the escape the shopping list style of names she checks people off of… but you, my fair lady, you got to walk away from her with your head held high. However, do not mistake last weeks victory as a walk in the park for this week? Oh, no… my little riser from the ashes. This week you get to come face to face, with me and trust me escaping death is easy… compared to walking a mile in the ring with me. You see the devil himself, won’t even dine with me… for he knows that I know more about hell then he can ever imagine and that’s saying something since he fucking invented the place.”
She was back in that place, being cold miserable but that’s what people wanted from an Evie Baang promotional. None of this emotional shit she was doing last week.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Kira, I don’t know much about you… but I must ask what comes first… the phoenix or the ashes?”
Evie had that trademark smirk on her face as her white teeth glowed between her blood red lips.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Second thought, scratch that… I don’t fucking care because what comes next for you and the magic that runs through your veins is simple… you come face to face with me at Climax Control… and I’ll make death look like a fucking vacation. There will be no rising this week Kira, there will be no chance for you to show the world how bright you burn because I will not allow it. You are a lamb, a brave little lamb but still a lamb that will be lead to slaughter. There will be no honour in your loss this week, there will be no saving grace smiling down upon you for when you fail.”
There was just a smile and a small pause to drive what she was saying home.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“There will only be you and me… and time… time that I will use wisely to pick you apart from limb too limb. I’ll pluck each and every feather from your wings and I will disable you. I will paralyse you… I will be inside your mind and every move you make, you’ll second guess it… because why? Because you can’t beat me. You can’t out mind games me, hell there are grown men around the world grabbing Vaseline and tissues to watch this match. We are the odd balls, we are the mysterious bombshells on the roaster… it’s just that you’re a made up mythical creature with no substance and I’m the fucking one that they know can get the job done.”
Evie looked at the camera before she turned to her side looking out into the trees.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“There will be no second comings for your Kira, this week it’s do or die when it comes to you living and breathing in this tournament… just sadly for you, its time for the air to leave your lungs and for your team to make its timely removal from the competition. Don’t count on John Doe to save you, because aftercall he is no one.”
Evie turned back to the camera and started to wind this one up.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Good luck out there John, because you’re going to need it. O’Malley didn’t take Devin seriously and look how he ended up, flat on his back embarrassed by his actions… don’t let the same mistakes happen to you. But, then again… I really don’t give a fuck about your team. This week it’s about MY team advancing and trust me… it’s just a hop skip and a jump away. Devin and I can work well together, he stays out of my way, I stay out of his… I mean it’s hard not to for him, he’s so little… but he is my little chicken nugget and I will protect what is mine furiously… some may even say until death.”
She ran her tongue across her teeth, lion like showing dominance.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“We’ll see you both on Sunday. I just hope both of you know what you’re getting yourself into… because once that bell sounds there is no turning back, there is no way out… John would have to make his way past Devin and even if he could there is no way in hell that Kira could over throw me. I don’t care how many lives she has exhausted. Facing me… will be like its her last one of offer and I don’t think she really wants to risk it all.”
Evie just smiles again before she wraps this one up.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“May the lord have mercy on your souls because we sure as hell won’t.”
Evie just smirked as the camera faded to black leaving her to roam the streets alone. Why was she out in the middle of nowhere? Well that will connect you to next promotional my darlings. Now if you’ll excuse me, bye bye for now.
