To say that things can change within a blink of an eye in an understatement at times. I mean just a few weeks ago, she had it all. A career, a strong hold over the bombshell division and a man in her life that loved and supported her no matter what. Until click, it was gone. Without warning, just a swift change of direction, the wind picked up and tossed everything out of her life. Without forgiveness, without mercy, just everything was sent crashing down.
A fire that once burnt so bright, now was nothing more than ash.
And instead of people reaching out to see if she was okay? They mocked her, they belittled her, they continued to over shadow her. Instead of asking her to stick around, they sat back and watched as people claimed they had retired her. They clapped as they watched people say that her “reign” meant nothing. They just watched on as two people grinded her down to nothing by a mere silhouette of what she once was. And, yet they expected her to stay? They expected her to stand up for herself, when everyone else was too busy running her down? Sure, she was used to being against the world but sometimes, when you get a taste of happiness, you find yourself mistaking it for acceptance.
They didn’t accept her, they didn’t want her back for the long haul, they needed ratings for the Blast from the Past and she gave them that, even if she didn’t become the first ever two-time back to back winner. When it all boiled down to it, it wasn’t the title she was chasing, she was just disappointed that certain people could leave things to the last minute and walk away with the prize. What’s the point of even entering a mixed tag team tournament, if you can’t be fucked since day one to work together as a team? That fact alone, would never make sense to her, but regardless, she wouldn’t have to worry about it ever again… as this year would be her last.
During her “return stint” to Sin City Wrestling Evie reminded everyone just exactly what the fuck she could do, and who the fuck she was. Yet, people had to ruin that for her, they had to disrespect her but pissing on everything she had ever accomplished in her Sin City Wrestling career and for what? So, they could stroke their own egos? So, they could measure their dicks? Which is ironic as Evie didn’t have one… so why do-little boys keep trying? So, they could get rid of her? So, they could go on beating their chests claiming they were going to out do her. People seem to be always wanting to run, before they learn to walk.
She never claimed to be running a race, yet people tried to box her in for a sprint.
No one wants to work for the story anymore, they just want to lock their horns in and climb to the top, hard and fast… leaving out the marathon that is… what for it… their story. It’s always about what glitters in gold, to some, but what matters most to Evie wasn’t her beginning, it was her ending and just when she thought she had her happily ever after. That was taken away from her too. Just a heated mess, of selfishness was enough to have her back out, alone, defending for herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t survive by herself, she just didn’t see the blindside coming from him, her Mundo and now? Now she had nothing. Just a brat princess trying to ruffle her feathers and convince Evie Baang back into that six-sided ring.
Did she accept? Of course, she did, not without toying with Brittany first, which leads many to ask the question. Why? Why would Evie come back to Sin City Wrestling after a short break and after “walking off” after her “retirement” after she “took her ball and ran away” that only happened a few weeks ago. It’s not because she is bored, it’s not because she flip flops on what she wants to do with her career, it’s because of one thing and one thing only.
Anger.
She is hostile, flammable if you will and you have three fucking people to thank for that. However, now she has the chance to come back for the last time in her career, for what could be her last ever match to face Brittany Williams for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. Many are saying if she wins this, she puts herself in contention for the Hall of Fame but that’s not what this is about. This isn’t about the reign, this isn’t about walking in and proving to everyone that she could beat anyone at any time. This is purely so she can lay off some steam and poor little Brittany Williams gets to be the punching bag.
People really need to learn by now, not the fucking disrespect her.
Evie had been through enough in her life and she was for damn sure not going to let some self-entitled wannabe princess, piss on her name and get away with it. Because let’s be honest, she couldn’t do a single thing about or too the other two that had hurt her, they were males after all, but she was free to wrap her hands around Brittany’s throat, constrict them and choke the little bitch out. Leaving her breathless.
The sound of Brittany choking was memorizing to Evie, so much so it was her holy grail. She could picture it in her mind, over and over again because to her it was enviable, a fate already sealed. Yet before she could fully focus on her ultimate goal, of showing those who have caused her pain, how she was coping… she had one last pit stop and that was at Climax Control 210 against the Sunny one… Aviana Faith.
And with the way Evie was lately, faith wasn’t going to be Aviana’s saving grace.
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The prelude;
Romania, it wasn’t everyone’s first choice for countries to pack up and move to however, Evie wasn’t like most people. So, here she was getting set up her roots in her new house, that was trapped by the surrounding forestry. If there was one thing that was consistence with Evie’s houses of choice, they were always secluded, always tucked away where people couldn’t just stumble across her front door. She was private and most of her life was hidden from the views of the camera, after all Evie used to be a spy. It had been a few months since she was rescued, a few months since she had promised never to step back into this world, but things had changed and now she only had one thing left on her mind. Revenge.
He blood boiled every time she thought of her past and up until this moment she thought she was never going to have closure, well today was the day she was going to set the wheel in motion. Today was the day that Evie was going to mop up the mistakes from her past, one by one and there wasn’t this nagging sense of “promise” that was going to stop her. Her Mundo had made his choice and that was to live his life without her, refusing to give any explanation as to why the sudden change of heart. So, doing what Evie did best, she shut off from the world and worked on the only plan that could keep her mind slipping into sadness. Depression could haunt her mind at a later stage, because of right now she only had a short opportunity to right some wrongs.
“Evie?!”
The sweetest sounding Australian accent was heard as Calista, stepped into Evie’s home away from home in Romania. Calista couldn’t hold anything against Evie for choosing to live like this after all the house was beautiful. However, Calista had known Evie since they were little girls, she knew that there was something more than meets the eye when it came to her best friend’s sudden urge to move to Romania. Evie had no ties here, no history yet her she was smack bang in the middle of a country she knew nothing about, about to call it home.
“I’m over here.”
Evie’s harsh tone was heard coming from the belly of the house, leading Calista towards her voice. As the blonde walked through the kitchen she was gobsmacked by the view from out the glass windows into the dense forest that surrounded the modern home. Evie did have an eye for architecture, so it was no surprise that this was her house of choice.
“I can’t believe you’re really moving here, of all places.”
Calista marvelled at the beauty of the home, before she stepped down the three steps and lead into the living room. Her blue eyes scanning the room, until she found Evie who was laying on a grey sofa, looking towards the fireplace. It was hot this time of year in Romania, yet Evie still had the fire crackling away in the background. It was her escape, she had spent many of hours staring into an open flame, trying to clear her mind. It soothed her, as if the flames held some sort of hold over her. A Calista looked down towards Evie on the couch she couldn’t help but notice, a pair of legs poking out from behind the couch.
“Oh no, what the hell have you done?”
Calista was eating up the distance between herself and Evie, as she watched her best friend bring a bottle of straight whiskey up to her lips. She puckered the rim, before she took a swig of the now hot liquid before she pointed her right thumb back, pointing towards the man.
“Him? Oh… calm down, it’s not what it looks like.”
Evie was smiling from ear to ear she watched her best friend step towards her with concern all over her face. She knew Evie was stupid at times, but surely, she wouldn’t screw up any chance of getting back with her Mundo by sleeping with someone? Surely, that wasn’t the case. However, as the blonde stepped closer to her friend she noticed, he was fully clothed and lifeless. Evie sat up and dug her knees into the leather chair, so she could look over the back of it, with Calista now standing to the side of the couch looking down at the lifeless man. She turned to look at her raven-haired friend, with questions lingering in her gaze.
“He bit me, so I broke his neck.”
Evie just said sharply with a cold stare towards the body that was on her living room floor, as if to think nothing of it. She turned towards Calista and shrugged her shoulders, before she plonked herself back down on the sofa, looking up at her class ceiling, watching as rain clouds had started to roll in overhead. Evie couldn’t help but shiver as she thought about how this was pretty spot on representation of her life right now. Fire burning like her anger, while a storm barrelled in towards her basically like her feelings. As Evie tried to numb the pain with another swig of her drink, she placed her head up on the armrest of the chair, so she could look at Calista who was examining the body.
“Is that?”
She sounded shocked, as she looked towards Evie. Her big blue eyes beamed as they enlarged as it all sunk in. Never in a million years did she think she would see him of all people laid out, dead. Calista shook her head, and wiped at her eyes, making sure she was seeing what she was in fact seeing.
“Carter? Or Dylan, I can never remember the difference with those twins. Carter had the lazy eye, right?”
She was smiling, as if he was a trophy and she had just won him at a local charity auction. Carter was one of her “brothers” and if you were keeping count, he was number five on her lengthy list of challenges. He was beat boy, the one her father sent out to stalk the streets when he needed to have his ear to the ground and find out intel. His daughter moving to Romania was broadcasted enough on social media, she didn’t feel the need for Carter to come all this way, but she couldn’t have him running back to her “family” to rat out her secrets.
“That’s correct, but what is he doing on your living room floor.”
Calista confirmed that it was Carter and not Dylan, the sound of Dylan’s name was enough to bring shivers down Calista’s spine. He was one messed up creep and sure that could be said for a lot of them in this little family, but he was the type of guy that would get off on killing someone, good, bad, evil, man, women or child. Yes child. As much as people would say Evie was just like him, they needed to understand that she was the light fingered on in the group, the one they would send in when they needed something to be stolen or if you asked Evie she would say it was otherwise located. As Calista looked down at Evie for answers the cocky Aussie smirked as she answered.
“Well you see Calista, when you send out a certain tweet about buying a house is this fucking awful country, I knew there would be one person in particular paying attention. It didn’t take long for my daddy dearest to send along his first eagle and well… I guess someone felt a little cocky and had to learn the hard way, the importance of always staying on your guard.”
She looked over at Carter, not feeling a thing but that could have been because of the amount of liquid she had consumed. Evie just let out a sigh, before a little chuckle escaped her blood red lips. Calista could tell that Evie was up to something, she could tell from the look in her green eyes. The almost shimmered as she narrowed them starting down the flames that were filling the house with insufferable heat. Calista was trying to piece this all together, she wanted to know why of all times Evie was here and not back home fighting for the one she loved? It was unlike her to just give up. The blonde walked around to the front of the chair and took a seat beside Evie, she couldn’t help but notice the contrast in their personalities that spilled out and was on show by their clothes. As Calista was dressed in bright whites and yellows, Evie was head to toe in all black. black ripped jeans and a black tank top. Sure, to you it was just clothes, but Calista knew that something inside of Evie was starting to wake up, she just hoped she had made it in time to put it back to sleep.
“Why are we here?”
Calista was hopeful that the answer was going to be a simple one, something she could break down at work out but from the glare on Evie’s face something told her she was in for a rude awakening. Evie slipped up the couch and was now sitting beside her best friend, looking at her trying to focus as for a split second there was two of them. Shaking her head from side to side she handed Calista the bottle of Whisky to which the blonde was quick to snatch away from her, discarding it to the side and out of her reach.
“That answer is simple, Calista… I’m here for one reason and one reason only. To kill the lineage, one by one.”
Evie was now up to her feet and she was walking towards the fireplace, she could tell Calista wasn’t happy with this answer. I mean it was a bitter sweet moment really, for years the two girls have wanted nothing more than to cut all ties with the former “mob” they were attached to, but they never had the chance. Calista took to her feet as well as she walked up behind Evie demanding answers.
“I thought you said you were done with all this?”
Evie spun on the balls of her feet as she smiled wickedly towards her best friend. She had that look in her eye that Calista had seem time and time again, she was hungry, but she wasn’t looking for food. Evie was looking for revenge. These were the people that made her into the mess that she was today, these were the people that used her, that abused her power, abused her trust and just recently these were the people who had tortured her, without a single care in the world for what she had done for them and to ice the cake, it was all lead by her father. The man she had mourned because she had thought for years that he was dead, when in fact he was playing her like a puppet. The more she thought about it, the tighter her jaw clenched as she looked towards Calista with intent.
“I changed my mind.”
It sounded like venom as those words spat out of her mouth, it was cold dry and fact. She had changed her mind, not because she didn’t want this outcome to always be the outcome but because she had made a promise to the love of her life she would drop all of this for them. Yet, now with him pushing her out of his picture, Evie felt as if she was free to do what she needed to do.
“It’s because of him isn’t it?”
Calista wasn’t just beautiful she was smart, of course she was she was the tech girl after all. She was all over Evie’s intentions of finally wanting to put down the lineage. As Calista’s words hit Evie’s ears, it was like a bee string that caught her off guard. It was a pain hard to swallow and right now, as she tried it felt like razor blades were slicing at her throat. All Evie could do was turn away from Calista and hold her jaw closed, she wasn’t the type to let anyone see her physical pain and right now she was drowning in it. As a few silence moments passed, Evie turned back to face Calista and with a defeated sigh she begged her.
“I need your help.”
Her facial expressions had changed from hard to pained as she looked towards her blonde friend, looking for her answer to her plea. Calista was in two minds, one she wanted to fly herself and Evie back home to the states and forget that any of this was even happening. They were in danger and she had lived her whole life, since she was fourteen in this way because of Evie. Yet apart of her wanted to stay, she wanted to see this through as after all they had already taken down five from the mob, they only needed eight more, nine if they included Evie’s father. They were so close, so very close to having their freedom.
“I figured as much.”
Calista said with a smile as she looked at Evie, who was now smirking. Her white teeth on display as if she was cheering in delight. Evie made her way over towards Calista and wrapped her arms around the back of her neck, hugging her gently. She was the only one she had left in this life and she was going to make damn sure she kept her safe. Calista took in this rare sign of affection from Evie, before the two separated and started to work on a plan.
As the two got stuck into their plan, they wrote it all down before burning any copies that didn’t seem to click. It was a long drawn out process but after an hour of back and forth they both come to an agreement on the bones of the plan. That was until Evie had asked Calista to do the unthinkable.
“You want me to what? Are you KIDDING ME.”
Calista was up in arms as she looked across the table at Evie, who was sitting back into her wooden chair. Her eyes fixated on the table between them that was covered in maps, written plans, watches and a small black box. She needed Calista to do what she was asked for this plan to even have any inch of getting off the ground.
“Evie please, the last time, you were like that… we couldn’t pull you back into reality for months. You don’t have months, you have mere weeks before you’re going to be trapped on a boat with other people. That would be like releasing a lion, amongst the lambs.”
Calista was taken back to a time where Evie wasn’t exactly herself. You see Evie wasn’t brought into this world as the cold, stone face killer that she had turned into. She wasn’t brought into the family to kill, nor did she ever want to but that didn’t mean she didn’t have the skills to do so. Most of her interactions with the bad guys, was her leaving them unconscious, comatose, broken and battered but never lifeless. That was until her father insisted she changed her ways and when she wouldn’t comply with the leader’s wishes she was compelled to do otherwise.
Now, be it for me to tell you what to believe in but Evie’s father was a man of ancient ways and when he heard that there was a poison, so rare that could stop you feeling physically he was beside himself with joy. Not only that, once the poison was injected there was a 30-minute window in which someone could be hypnotised into leaving their mental feelings behind, basically birthing the near perfect killing machine.
That was Evie, that was who she had become and why her name in certain circles is treated like the grim reaper. She was unstoppable, without a care in the world or any regard for what or whom she was hurting. She was the trained dog, that barked, attacked and sat on command, but for only one persons who she didn’t know at the time was her father. He created the monster that every now and then pokes it head back out, just to catch a breath of fresh air, before she is buried back deep inside the shell that is Evie.
“It’s the only way Calista.”
Evie could tell this idea was all a bit too much for Calista, as she knows that the only reason why she wasn’t trapped in that way was because of her. Calista moved mountains to get her best friend back and it took months of her trying to do so, long hard months of Evie treating her like dirt but yet once those walls came crashing down she was happy enough to forgive and forget all that Evie had done. Why? Because she loved her.
“Why?”
She sounded like a lost lonely child begging for her mother as she looked over at Evie, her blue eyes welling up with tears she didn’t know why her best friend felt the need to go back to such a dark hate filled place. However, Evie felt that by doing it this way Calista would have the control over her and things would be different. She just needed to convince her of that.
“Because, without it… without all of what’s going on in here, there is no way I will be able to do this. You asked me before if this is because of him? Well… yes, he is a weakness and I can’t afford to have him and everything that was great in my life controlling me, for once in our lives Calista, we have a small window, a very small chance of ridding ourselves of our past and I’m going to take this opportunity up with two hands… with or without you… you will have the keys this time Calista, you know how to pull me back out you know how to fix this… please I’m begging you here… please… I need this… I need all of this to stop.”
The brunette hand one hand over her heart, while the other one was tapping at her temple. She was highlighting that she couldn’t beat the lineage while she was trapped inside this torture chamber of emotions. Evie was very much still in love and every moment of every day she was awake she thought of him, only to be reminded of him in her dreams. There was no escape, there was no freedom and right now that was eating her alive. She couldn’t have it all she couldn’t have the perfect life, the perfect man and the perfect world but now she was begging her friend to give her one last thing that could bring her some peace. Evie had to focus on one thing at a time and right now she couldn’t handle the heartbreak.
Calista could tell that Evie was being ripped apart internally, she had never seen her friend like this but, yet she still wasn’t overly convinced that this was the right way to go about things. However, the thought of being free from the lineage was like pure ecstasy. Freedom was on their doorstep and right now it was knocking and all she had to do was answer the call.
Just as Calista was about to answer, giving Evie everything that she wanted for this moment in time. Evie took matters into her own hands as she reached across the table, grabbing the black box and opening it. She tossed the box to the side, before uncapping the lid from the needle that contained a green like liquid. With one swift movement Evie had jabbed the needle into her right thigh, letting a pained roar escape her lips. The burning feeling was instant, as the more she drove the needle into her skin the more fire she felt.
“You’ve got about thirty minutes to make your mind up, because stage one… is already in effect.”
Calista looked at Evie with wide eyes as Evie’s head rolled back on her shoulders, as she closed her eyes before she wrapped her hands around wooden arm rest of the chair, letting the liquid seep into her system. The pain was unbearable, causing Evie to get up from her seat, trying to walk it off but she didn’t make it past three steps before she was sent crashing to the wooden floorboards below her. Now Calista only had 29 minutes to work her magic, but she made sure she left Evie with 3 certain triggers that would pull her back from this nightmare.
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The beginning;
After the heated discussion turned into a reality a few hours had managed to tick away. Leaving Calista basically alone in Evie’s house in Romania. To be truthful Evie didn’t want to live here, nor would she after her mission was over. It was just a red flag that she was waving at a bull and so far, the cattle had fallen for it. While Evie was peacefully sleeping, Calista had taken some time to remove a certain Carter issue, before she sat down in front of the fireplace as a storm whipped around the house. It was frightful to her, being in the middle of nowhere, not knowing the country, the layout of the land of the language but for some reason, she felt at peace knowing that Evie was just right next door. Even if she was out cold, letting the poison seep into her blood stream, killing the messages that were sent to her brain via her spinal column of pain.
Its base was frog venom, ancient tribes from the deep amazon jungle of Costa Rica used this for years as away to help turn little boys into men as they believed if they could withstand the side effects that they would be heighten with new superhuman like abilities. Although to many of us, this seemed preposterous, yet for centuries tribal councils have been using this to weed out the strong from the weak. Evie on the other hand, when she was younger was injected by a mixture of poison dart venom with the toxin from modern medicine not to heighten her abilities but to shut off those peaky nerve endings that helped out feel. You see, she needed to be completely numb, so she didn’t have to worry about what was going to happen to her mind and body. After all, she was heading into the lions’ den with only herself at the head of the charge.
Calista would play her part from back here at the house, over seeing Evie’s every move with the help of technology. She wasn’t good with weapons if anything she was a liability but if she knew one thing was for certain, she had the ability to cripple the entire worlds finances with just a click of her fingers. People must wonder how Calista got dragged into this life and too be honest she had thought the same over and over again. She was just fourteen when she witnessed Evie’s father’s friend stab and shoot Evie’s mother dead in their family home. She was just a kid when she witnessed Evie’s father storm out of her life like storm. She was just a little girl when she saw the destruction that followed, her friend’s house and world burning down to nothing.
That wasn’t the first time Evie was left on her own, as for months before she met Calista she had spent endless nights locked in her room. Left to herself, her father called it punishment, even if Evie had done nothing wrong. It was a sickness, one that continued to spread the more and more he got power. That day where everything came to light was the day that everything changed for the both of them, not by choice. You see while Evie’s father was able to move on like nothing had ever happened. Evie on the other hand was hell bent on find him, tracking him down just to ask him why? That day never came and despite all their efforts that lead them to Russia, their mission was lost. It wasn’t until they were tapped on the shoulder, by a couple of boys that soon became their “family” little did they know that their efforts had been documented and they were being scouted by the devil himself that they were trying to find.
For years they worked for him, stealing, breaking the law just so his empire could grow, while the both of them stayed hell bent on finding him. That’s when faked his own death, to hide his scent and fade into the background of Evie’s mind. Calista couldn’t understand why Evie mourned him, like a loving daughter that had lost the most important person in her world. He was cruel, malicious and dangerous and yet his death was enough to bring Evie to her knees, crippling her. Calista had only seen Evie in this state once in her life, she didn’t even react this way to her mother’s passing. It was explosive. Everything she had ever worked for in tracking him down, to seek answers was render worthless and the fact that she just wanted her father back in her life regardless of how awful, spoke loudly of how much she needed that man in her life.
Yet, he still was, pulling at her strings making her into the woman that she is today. He turned her into a killer. Frightful, fearless, dangerous and yet so, so broken. Like tempered glass, she had cracks, but she refused to shatter or let the shards fall from within her. It was all held together by a protective film, or in this case her petite body. No one could really tell how broken she really was inside, but Evie had managed to push it all to the side and well one thing lead to another and sure enough some normality was in her life.
That all started when she laid eyes on him, unknown to him until this very day. Evie spotted her Mundo from a far in one of her jobs, it was a simple lift of a very expensive jewel at a charity event. That he was attending, it was the day that a glimmer of hope begged to flicker inside her. He was cool, calm, cocky but driven, oh so driven but not in the sense that she was used to. He was hell bent on saving this world, regardless of the terrors that lurked because he could see the good in everyone. He was her enigma, the knight in shining armour that she never knew she needed but one look into those blue eyes was enough to have her hooked. Choking for air, as she begged for more. It was the first time in her life she had seen a man for anything more than just a toy, she could use at her will or for her pleasure.
It was on that day something flickered in Evie’s mind, and that’s when those impenetrable walls started to crumble down. Calista knew this all too well, because it was on that night she knew she had a chance of saving Evie. Three months later, two more incidental sightings of her Mundo and through pure persistence from Calista she was able to pull her best friend from the darkest depths of herself. What came next? Was remorse, years of anguish as Evie had to relive what she was forced to do every time she blinked, every time she slept, every time her heart beat. She was reminded of the bodies, reminded of the families she had ruined and with each passing second, the more and more apart of her died.
How could she be worthy of life? When she was the one to ruin so many? It’s a clincher that she still struggles with to this day, but as she moved forward in life, trying to right her wrongs she had two people to thank. Her Calista and her Mundo. Now, she was world-less and that was a thought that shook Calista to her core, how was she going to bring Evie back from the depths she had just entered without him? Only time would tell, she just prayed that the trigger words she implanted in her mind under the hypnoses was enough.
There was a small knock of a hand slapping wood, that stole Calista’s attention from the roaring fire in front of her. As she looked up she saw Evie staring at her, her long brown hair was straight but was covering the side of her face, so only her eyes could be barely seen. Her eyes were cold, dead and narrowed towards her friend. Evie licked her blood red lips, before she tilted her head to the side, cracking her bones as she did so.
“It’s time to get to work.”
Was all her harsh thick Australian accent could muster up, in its groggy state. Calista didn’t waste a second as she leapt up to her feet heading over to the round table that had their plans laid out on it. She looked at the timeline before she stole a glance at her watch.
“We have a few hours left before they’ll be in that bar Evie… let’s get you showered, dressed and fed first.”
Calista had a point, because she looked like shit. Evie didn’t argue she just rolled her green eyes before she was ushered out of the living room towards her bathroom to take one last moment of peace before their worlds would be rocked, hopefully for the last time.
This is where I leave you and for now, to be fucking continued.
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The focus;
The screen was black, dark like night before a loud harsh thick Australian accent cut through the airways.
“Guess who?”
The darkness slightly lifted showing the world exactly who it was. It was Ms Evie Luna Baang, with her unforgettable smirk painted on her face. she was dressed in all black, black boots, black short shorts, black top her new ring gear she debuted last week at Climax Control and recently just tweeted out on Twitter. It was enough to turn some heads, one in particular.
“Was there ever any doubt? A return so soon after a departure seems almost worthless but let me remind you, that Brittany begged for this… she pleaded and moaned all to show her power, all the show her might and now… in two weeks’ time she’ll be staring down the end of the barrel looking to make a kill and yet? She’ll miss… like mother like daughter. She’ll fall to her knees at my hands and there is nothing. Nothing she can do about it. She wants to be the greatest and far be it for me to deny her that, but if she thinks that I will be a push over, she has another thing coming. My only words of advice for the little lamb are simple, learn to chew before you commit to swallowing because choking… is bad for your fucking health.”
She smirked once more as she looked down the lens of the camera, before she picked up the pace and got this promotional well under way.
“Brittany will be dealt with accordingly and on that cesspool that Sin City Wrestling calls an attraction. The boat of lies, the boat of turmoil, the boat of deceit. Summer XXXTreme… can’t come soon enough because the appetite is strong, and the rewards are endless… silencing the lamb that bleats for her mother’s approval, the lamb that has stepped too far from the flock to ever return, the lamb that will show the world, exactly who I am. You want to know who I am?”
She ran her right hand through her hair, showing off some cuts that were trying desperately to heal. Her knuckles were busted, bruised and spilt open but she didn’t pay them any attention as she just continued.
“I’m Evie fucking Baang. The one who laughs at pain, the one that encourages danger the one who single handily gets the job done, you see I might have been in the losing team for the Blast from the Past, but Courtney never pinned me, these shoulders never kissed the canvas for the dreaded three count… and yet people act as if I took the loss and took my ball and ran home.”
She shook her head from side to side, disappointed with what people thought of her, but deep down we all knew she didn’t give a single fuck. Evie winked at the camera before she exhaled and continued her story.
“I said from the very beginning, I was back for the tournament only, I did what I had to do… and yet people still want to spit on everything that I have done. Everything that I did. I helped a short man, climb to a high place in a small amount of time and yet this is the thanks I deserve? This is what I’m stuck with?”
She lowered her head if only for a few moments to capture her aggression she didn’t want everyone knowing the anger that was bubbling away inside her over something so trivial.
“Shame on me for believing that I mattered, shame on me for thinking that things had changed.”
She tutted herself before she clicked her tongue off her white teeth and started to speak once more. Her green eyes were locked on the camera as she spoke directly down the lens making sure her point was being received on the other end.
“Because no sooner had I hung my boots out to dry, is when the voices of the uneducated started to stir. Saying I was retired, saying that I was out of my depth, saying that I was past my time. People stated that I was over the hill and yet, one of those very few people now has the bowels to call me out? Stupidity really is at its finest, when it shines itself with gold. For that Brittany, you will be punished… for that you will be made an example of.”
That wicked grin was back on her face as she muffled a laugh, Evie took her time in continuing she knew she was running out of time, but she wanted to make sure she didn’t leave anything out.
“Yet, one thing stands between you and I locking horns and that’s the one they call Aviana Faith. The rookie of Sin City Wrestling, that has been thrown before me and for what? To see if I still have it? To see if I can beat a nobody? To see if I have ring rust? She’s a chew toy, a simple hurdle in my marathon to get to the finish… an obstacle in my way to capture my prize. Brittany’s head on a platter, with her title around my waist. I feel bad for Aviana I really do, I mean what or whom did you piss on for this to be your fate this Sunday night?”
She had that glimmer in her eyes, something that Sin City Wrestling hadn’t seen for a long time. It was as if she was coming back into her old ways, something she had lost with her last return.
“Who did you fuck with, to be put in this position? But alas, you will not be in that ring alone, for you sister will be guarding you so protectively at ringside. Let me remind you, I have two hands and with these two hands, I could beat you both… same time… same place so if your sister is feeling a little froggy, a littler dangerous and if she so ever, even thinks about stepping foot on that apron… like most fragile things in my life, I’ll break her. Right before your eyes, just to send a message loud and clear.”
She parted her blood red lips to smile, showing off her white teeth, although she had dropped the wolf gimmick she was still at heart animalistic, she was still a force that was unlike all others in Sin City Wrestling. Evie was cold and calculated, not driven by her ego but driven by the fear and the discomfit she could make others feel.
“You’re not worth my time, or my attention, you are just in my way and I don’t have the patience to deal with little girls wanting to make a name for themselves at my expense, so I pray you have the common sense to see this for what it is. You’re my prelude, my lead up, my open curtain to show the world, to show Sin City Wrestling that I never lost it. That I don’t need a warm up and that I don’t need to have the ring rust knocked off my shoulders.”
She shrugged her shoulders before she continued, baffled as to why she was having this match.
“I’m ready at every moment, always prepared for what is coming my way. It’s just sad the same can’t be said for you. Sure, you have the luxury of studying my match tapes and reliving my history but mark my words Aviana, I change and adapt more than anyone will ever know. I know a lot more now, then I have ever. My time away from the ring was spent wisely, and not like the rest of the bombshells. My legs weren’t spread, hoping for a seed fertilisation.”
Shots fired at the expense of Melody Grace and Odette Stevens, she knew she would cop some heat over that but right now she didn’t care. Evie had her sights set on this Sunday night and she was just moments away from wrapping it all up, so she could be getting the job done.
“So, it all leads to this, you and I in the middle of the six-sided ring on the go home show before Summer XXXTreme, no doubt you’ll come out swinging wanting to make a name for yourself it’s just tragic to see that all your efforts will be worthless. All your time studying, and training will be wasted. For I am one they fear, and they fear me for very good reasons.”
Evie smirks once more to the camera before she continued, her eyes glowing with the dim lighting that surrounded her. She was ready for a fight, you could tell from the look in her face she wanted this match on Sunday. For she had people to shut up and critics to prove wrong. Every inch of doubt that people buried her with would be removed this coming Sunday and Evie couldn’t wait to push them in the hole that they dug for themselves, by writing her off.
“Reasons you will find out all too quickly come this Sunday night Aviana. Forgive me for what I’m about to do, because all alphas know when it’s time to send a clear message and right now… you’re my blank canvas… just begging for me to tell a story upon.”
That was a little risky to say but Evie pulled her bottom lip into her mouth to play it up. It wasn’t long until she was chuckling again before she decided to wrap this one up.
“How this story ends, is with you pinned to that canvas and Justin counting to three. You will be my next masterpiece Aviana. I’ll call you the fall from Faith.”
She rubbed her hands together as if she was ready to go to battle, her busted knuckles on display once more as she cameras zoomed in on them. Evie was back to her old ways and there was one person you could all thank for that, her ex. However, that meant she had no compassion left, no regard for people’s safety, she was load pistol without the lock. This meant she was back to her old ways of haunting and it was only a matter of time before someone in Sin City Wrestling suffered their fate by these hands. Evie was devilish as she smirked towards the camera before she kicked this one into the back of the net.
“You’ll go down forcefully, yet quietly and once more a little lamb will be led to the slaughter.”
With that said and done the camera faded in on her face before it shut off to darkness, leaving everyone to wonder how far gone was Evie Luna Baang. Would she destroy the rookie that is Aviana or was she well and truly out of her depth? Only time would tell, and time was ticking away every so quickly towards Sunday night.
A night where questions would be answered, and fates would be sealed. Evie had the fight of her life before her on Sunday night regardless of if she had let it show. She had to prove to the world that she still had what it takes to be in this business, she had to prove that she wasn’t over the hill or fucking retired. Evie had to prove that she could handle Aviana Faith if she stood any chance of trying to prove that she is worthy of facing Brittany Williams for the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Will the Aussie crack and fumble or would she be able to show the world that she still has it? One thing was for certain and that was she was the girl that first walked into Sin City Wrestling, focused and driven… cold and malicious… broken and bruised.
See you Sunday Aviana Faith and good luck.
