“That is NOT what happened…” Evie states firmly. “THIS is what happened…”
The cameras return to pick up Evie’s less than amused, yet smiling face as she looks towards her husband. He had just spent the last 10 minutes retelling a story that had at least 35% of fiction. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, now would be a good time to quickly go watch Ben Jordan’s promotional. It’s okay, I’ll wait.
All caught up now? GREAT! Let’s move on to what really happened that night.
Evie watched as her husband walked across the ballroom, making a bee line for the target. She knew this was a bad idea, every bone in her body was screaming at her to pull the pin on this mission, but truth be told the look of school boy happiness on her husband’s face was enough to silence the pain. Since Ben had found out what his girlfriend at the time did for a living, he had been nagging at her for years to accompany her on a mission. It was as if, suiting up and playing James Bond for a moment in time was another fantasy he wanted to tick off his bucket list. The way Ben moved across the room with his long, yet confident strides it didn’t take him long at all to be standing in front of the target.
“Theo Walden” Ben’s voice could he heard through the microphone implant in Evie’s ear, causing a confused look to cross her face.
Ben chose to ignore her as he continued on with his task at hand, it wasn’t easy for him, this being his first time at all, but Evie couldn’t help but notice how easy it came to her husband to catch up other women. There wasn’t a deceitful bone in Ben’s body, but Evie was a possessive woman and right now she was watching what was hers from a far, pretend to fawn over a very attractive brunette. It didn’t sit well with her, but through gritted teeth and witty comments she was able to push her jealousy to the side. Ben could tell from across the room, this next part wasn’t going to sit well with his wife but to play his part, he had to link his arm with the woman’s as the two walked off to go somewhere more private.
Evie was hot on their heels as she ducked and weaved her way through the crowd, trying to eat up the distance between her and Ben. She knew this wasn’t his field, she knew he wasn’t cut out for the life of a spy but for some reason, he needed to do this. As Evie rounded a corner and went to pop her head into the room that Ben was led towards, that’s when her heart dropped from her chest, fell to the floor and shattered to a million pieces.
He was gone.
All she saw was the tail lights of a van, as she looked out the nearest window and Evie already knew what was happening. It didn’t take long for the killer inside the Australian to return in full force, as she moved with such purpose and with direct intent that anyone caught standing in her way was just collateral damage. As she moved towards the window, Evie didn’t even stop to think of the consequences as she ran towards the thick glass, launching herself towards it shattering the window with her body weight. Plunging down the three-story building, she hit the ground with a roll before she was back on her feet and running. It took a while for her watch to pick up the pin point of Ben’s position, but the feedback was stretchy at best as the thick steel walls of the truck interfered with the signal. So, all Evie had was a general idea of a direction, and right now if she was going to catch up, she was going to need a bike.
Lucky as these things go, one was nearby and after some swift negotiations she was able to commandeer two wheels, yet nothing in life comes without a price and well this is the night Evie acquired the 2-inch scar above her right hip, however that was a story for another time. As Evie took off like a bat out of hell, it didn’t take long for her watch to send a message to her glasses informing her of where they had taken her husband.
“Abandoned warehouse, it’s always an abandoned warehouse.” Evie mumbled to herself with a sigh that quickly followed.
As quickly as she could, Evie took off in Ben’s direction because lord knows her husband needed saving. Evie wasn’t reckless though, she knew if she rolled up on a road bike the noise from exhaust alone would be enough to set off the “bad guys” so the last 3 miles she had to undertake on foot. It’s the curse of a Ducati, their throaty little numbers that stand proud on the road, but they roar when other bikes purr and as much as it pained Evie to wheel the bike into some bushes, she knew her husband’s life depended on her making smart choices.
Once the warehouse was insight, Evie rushed towards the door she knew the landscape well because in all seriousness she had spend enough of her younger years hanging around dwellings much the same as this one. The Aussie was soft of her feet, making sure her heels didn’t crunch the broken stones underneath her feet, as she made her way towards the side door. Cracking it open just by the slightest amount, she could see in to see her love duct tapped to a chair, while the woman forcefully had a machete pinned into his chest.
“Who do you work for?” The woman asked, her voice was thick with a Romanian accent as she demanded Ben’s attention.
Evie listened as Ben replied, his voice was shaky, but he still managed to stay collected as he rambled on about how he used to work for a big company, something about him being in films and a mention of Eurovision. The extent that he went to, too cover up his wife’s involvement might have been comical, but Evie knew from the sweat on his brow that he was starting to quiver. Evie gritted her teeth as she watched the woman move the blade from Ben’s chest to his throat as she had enough of his games.
“Enough of the bullshit Mr Walden.” She scaled him, like eggs in a pan. “Who sent you here?” Her voice sizzled as she pressed the tip of the blade into Ben’s Adams apple.
As Ben deeply swallowed, he quickly snapped out a witty reply. Evie looked around the room, calculating the numbers before she swiftly yet smartly entered the scene just at the right time. A clink hit the floor and smoke filled the room, and the Aussie didn’t waste a second and she ran towards her husband. The sound of six people coughing up their lungs, echoed in the empty warehouse. Latching her hand around the back of the chair, Evie dragged Ben out of the cloud of smoke before she moved around to look at his face. Her first reaction was to grab his jaw and move his head from side to side looking for marks, she wanted to make sure he was alright.
“What took you so long?” Ben barked out as he fought back a cough.
Evie just rolled her eyes, as she listened to her husband ramble on about it always being an abandon warehouse. It was as if he was mad at her for taking her time, as if she had just crawled her way here instead of moving as quickly as she could to get here? The complaints kept coming as Ben was obviously uncomfortable with his involvement as he refused to stop rambling. As the two went back and forth with banter, Evie had enough as she shouted towards him, yet she didn’t actually raise her voice as her facial expressions were the ones doing the shouting, while her voice was just above a whisper.
“BE QUIET.” She quickly cut away at the duct tape, freeing her husband’s wrists and ankles. “You couldn’t even try and break this?” She motioned towards the duct tape.
Ben just sneered at his wife, before he bit back with “It’s surprisingly strong” his cockney accent returned to the forefront as he smiled toward his wife. “That’s why is fixes everything.”
Evie didn’t have time for this, as she rolled her eyes grabbing him by the collar of his tuxedo to pull him up from his seat. The smoke in the room was clearing, giving Evie enough time to scan over Ben’s body to see if they had injured him in anyway. Thankfully he was relatively unharmed apart from the bump on his head that was going to bruise up nicely tomorrow. Ben’s eyes did the same to Evie’s body, that’s when his beautiful blues stumbled across the puddle of deep red, as Evie’s dress stuck to her body above her right hip. His face went white, ghost like before he mumbled towards her.
“Eves…” He pointed down to her hip.
Before she could calm his nerves, the two were joined by the five men while the woman made her way towards the exit. Ben lifted his head and in true bond style he offered up a solution.
“You go deal with her, I’ll deal with these clowns.” His voice wasn’t at all shaky as he said that.
Evie weighed up her options, and as she turned to chase after the woman her attention shifted back towards her husband as she head another thud. Ben had tripped over the uneven flooring and now he was face down in the dirt.
A sigh escaped her lips as she scalded him “Really?”
Ben just stumbled back up to his feet, shaking his head from side to side as Evie got straight into work. The first guy launched himself towards Evie, but she was able to make light work out of him as she ducked his flying right hook. As she was behind him, she wrapped her hands around his neck and with an ear-piercing crack, his body dropped to the ground. The second came rushing towards her, but she drove the bottom of her palm up his face, driving his nose deeply into his skull, he too dropped to the floor, in his spot. The third and fourth came rushing towards her at the same time, but Evie hit the ground before she swept her leg around, tripping them both into one another. Once the stumbled backwards she grabbed the taller on and drove her knee into their spine, sending a chilly splintering sound to echo in the building. He collapsed to the floor with ease, the fourth man was seething as he made his was towards the Aussie, his hands prepped and ready for a fight but as he ducked and weaved towards her, Evie took a step back, before she sent her four-inch heel into his chest. As he doubled over, she drove her knee into his face sending him night-night.
The fifth guy was able to take Evie off guard as his right hand connected with her jaw, as Ben came back to his senses, he saw what had happened and well all hell broke loose.
“HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW” he screamed at the top of his lungs as be stormed towards the last man.
Ben was uncontrollable as he stepped up towards the fifth man, and as Evie took a backseat to watch her husband make light work out of his with a round of fury punches. It didn’t take long for Ben to knock the man out cold, but still that wasn’t enough for him as he proceeded to get down to his knee and continued to punch into the man that had laid one on his wife.
“Easy there, crouching tiger.” Evie said with a proud smile as she pulled at her husband’s shoulders.
Ben reluctantly let up, before he made his way back to his feet. His eyes looking at his wife’s chin, before she sunk the boot in to the last guy just for good measure.
“What about her?” Ben said as he looked up towards the woman who was still trying to escape.
Evie reached down and yanked the shoe off the fifth man, before she sent it pelting across the warehouse. The shoe spun in the air in slow mode before it smacked into the back of the woman’s head. She dropped to the ground like a bag of bones, while Ben looked at his wife impressed.
“That’s my girl.” He said with a smile, before he scooped her up and twirled her around in his arms. “My hero” she praised her before he pressed his lips to hers, needing to show her how much she appreciated her for saving his life.
COUGH! COUGH!
That’s when the sound of loud coughing filled the room as like a needle scratching the vinyl moment entered the flash back. They were now back in the now, as Evie chuckled to herself at how she retold the story.
“That NOT, even close.” Ben scoffed. “I did NOT trip over NOTHING.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at his wife.
Evie just shrugged her shoulders, she was content on how she had retold the story. “The only part of over exaggerated was the last line.” Evie said proudly. “The rest is one hundred percent true and correct.”
The two seemingly forgot about Sarah in the room for a second, who was staring at them before she blinked rapidly.
“So, you two are spies?” She said with a hint of concern.
Ben just chuckled, playing it off as if he was joking about the whole thing, while Evie just sat there with a stone-cold look on her face.
“Gotcha, didn’t we?” Ben smiled as he quickly mopped up his tracks.
It took a while for Sarah to catch up to the “joke” but when she did, she laughed. “You two are adorable.”
The look on Evie’s face said it all, she hated that term. “Oh, were just the cutest.” Her eyes rolled so hard they always most rolled out of her head.
The rest of the interview went on without a hitch, as Ben and Evie spoke about anything and everything. It would be something that would air on SCW at a later date as they discussed their future plans, how they got engaged, what it was like for Evie to try and fit into Ben’s normal life, while Ben talked about what it was like having a “wilder” girl in his life. They spoke about when they brought home Bear for the first time and how Evie was able to talk Ben into getting a pet snake, they even spoke about if future little Jordan’s would be joining the world soon. Soon enough the world of Sin City Wrestling, would know a lot more about the Jordan’s all they had to do was keep up.
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Mixed tag team match, never in a million years did I see myself being in this division. Firstly, because I’m pretty sure in Ben’s contract it says NO tag matches, but here we are… starting down a chance to face the Mixed Tag Team Champions at the next super card… and all we have to do is get three measly little points. So, who does Sin City Wrestling through at my husband and I first? Gamer Inc.
Fucking Gamer Inc. what kind of fucked up name is that for a tag team? A bunch of high-flying lunatics thinking that they can make “gaming” hardcore by putting Inc behind it… like they’re some sort of bad arse fuckers that live the gaming life, but still want to come across as mean badarses. Trust me, what you’re selling no one is fucking buying it.
I mean Jack and Jimmy, I’d like to say it was nice knowing you… but it wasn’t, and I don’t like to lie. Who ever steps foot inside the ring with my husband on Sunday night… it’s not going to end well for you. You see Ben might be the nice guy, who loves a good fair fight, but do you really think he is going to cloud his judgment when it comes to stepping into the ring beside me for the second time in our careers? I know for a fact he is going to be coming in a lot tougher this week, and why? Because happy wife equals happy fucking life and the last thing, he will want to do is disappoint me… so if you were going to suggest his nice guy attitude was going to be his downfall, think again.
This isn’t going to be the start of some blossoming friendship between you and the Cockney King. This is going to be my husband, showing you the fucking door without having to break a sweat.
As for Char or Beverly, welcome to the real competition of Sin City Wrestling. You see this Sunday night you’re not just stepping inside the ring with just any Sin City Wrestling bombshell, you’re stepping inside the ring with a former SCW World Bombshell Champion, a former Bombshell tag team champion, a blast from the past winner and just recently the Sin City Wrestling bombshell roulette champion… this isn’t going to be easy for you. This isn’t going to be your day in the sun, this isn’t going to be your defining moment. You will step inside the ring with me on Sunday night and you will learn the hard way, that you should have stayed at home behind your fucking Computer screens… you should have stayed at home bashing your fucking keyboards, on controllers because once you come face to face with me… you’ll learn the hard way... that you have no control over what will happen to you.
There will ne no cheat codes, no fucking short cuts… I will rip you apart and do it with a smile on my face. Because while you consume yourself with the make believe in this world, I’ve been living in the REAL world and trust me… the real world is a bitch… and on Sunday night… you’ll wish you tucked your tails between your legs and stayed home.
Regardless of who steps up the challenge to face me, Char or Bev… there will be no pausing the outcome. I will pin either of you to that canvas… and I will get that one, two, three… for my team… because unlike you, I don’t play make believe alpha… I am the fucking alpha, I’ve ripped apart this roster before and I can do it again, within a click of my fingers.
Don’t think for one second, that just because I’m married to the nicest guy on the planet that anything has changed for me. I’m still the one that everyone loves to hate, I’m still the disrespectful little bitch that people love to loathe and I’m not afraid to make an example out of you… regardless of my husband standing on the ring apron this week, nothing changes when I step inside the ropes… I do what I do best… and that’s tear down my opponents, leave them exposed and show everyone and anyone that this life isn’t a game to me… this is reality.
And the harshest realities will be meeting you face to face on Sunday at Climax Control. I’d say get ready, but truth is… there is nothing you could do to prepare for me. I’m way out of league.
So here’s the score card after Sunday night, I’ll even read it out to you because I know how much you love numbers, Team Jordan one… Team Gamer zero.
