[Evie Baang]

 It had been a while since Sin City Wrestling was graced with the shadows of a black screen but fear not as the screen was pitch black, no lights, no sounds just darkness. It was fitting as it matched her cold dead heart and her withering soul that people were hell bent on saving. Although how could one be truly saved when there was nothing they needed rescuing from. The screen stayed black for a few moments to capture the attention of the viewers watching in the audience or well the puppets behind the screens. After a few more seconds of darkness the screen started to crackle to life, stirring, showing signs of existence. It was finally brought into the light as the right side of Evie Baang’s face just appeared on the screen. Her facials were cold, stone like, morbid. The fans just knew she was going to be in a mood, a mood they all knew too well. She seemed distant but somewhat fully focused as her hazel eyes stared down the lens in front of her. The green glistened in her eyes, that were haunting the viewers through the screen. Her plum lips were painted red, that beamed off her dead straight black hair as she just looked into the lens, knowing that this footage would be seen by a sea of people she took her time in starting her speech this week.

“No disqualifications and no count outs. No rules and no restrictions, no time limits and no restraints. Welcome to my wonderland. Welcome to utopia.”

The harsh think Australian accent was bold and confident, as the woman behind the voice rolled her tongue across her blood red lips. As if the thought of her match up this Sunday night was enough to wet her appetite. No rules, was right up her alley and it was poor Polly Playtime and Kate Steele that would learn this the hard way Sunday night.

“A Ménage a trois of violence if you will and it all comes to life before your very eyes this Sunday night at Climax Control. What lucky, little, lambs you all are. You get to sit back relax and watch the weak be ripped to shreds and the strong walk away without a single scratch. Without a bother. Let’s look at the line-up, shall we? The weak? Polly Playtime and Kate Steele and well the strong?”

Evie didn’t have to say her name as the evil and demeaning smirk that had strolled across her lips was now evident. The confidence poured from her posture as she kept her eyes focus on the lens before her. She let her words sink in before she continued.

“Three former champions all fighting to cement their place in Sin City Wrestling once more, or should I say two former champions, still looking to find which way is up and which way is down? It’s okay that they are lost because I’m more than happy to be their guide at Climax Control when I remined them, that the top is reserved for those of us who win tournaments, while the bottom, is the depts. that I will drag them both too for thinking they could ever match up to me in my world.”

That smile was chilling as Evie just kept her focus on the camera in front of her, really looking to drive home her point this week.

“A match with no rules, no count outs and no disqualifications… is a walk in a park to me while to Polly and Kate it will be like attempting to climb Mt Everest. A new height that either one of these girls won’t be able to reach. Not because they aren’t competent but because they aren’t going to be the ones that step in my way and hold me back from becoming the next Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. I’ve come too far and done way too much to let the likes of a fake mean girl and a flip flopping yoyo girl step in my way and take away from the demanding work that I put in for the Blast from the Past tournament. I’m not going to let them take away the momentum that I have had leading up until this point in my career. I can’t and I won’t.”

Evie just stares down the lens, her emotions were still stone cold, unemotional but driven so they viewers knew that she meant business. They were also faced with the reality that maybe one day close in the future, she could be the new leader of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell division.

“I did no sacrifice my World Bombshell Tag Team Championship reign to waste the opportunity I have granted myself so I will not waste the time that I have within that six-sided side to show the world how dominate I can be. I will not waste a single second is showing Crystal what fate lies before her. I will no waste a single inch when it comes to showing the rest of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell’s that I’m the mile they need to be reaching. Polly and Kate, will learn this Sunday night that not all dreams can come true and this week their dreams of stepping up towards the World Bombshell Championship will be interrupted by a vicious nightmare.”

Evie licks her deep red lips once more, before her eyes lock on the lens of the camera once more.

“However, I must warn you if you can’t wake yourself up from a nightmare, maybe you’re not asleep.”

Evie let out a slight chuckle, that was bewitching but dripping with evil intentions. Her criminal eyes were glowing as the green was highlighted shining the depts. of her past. She was focused and was ready to show the rest of the Sin City Wrestling bombshells that she wasn’t playing around when it came to her mission of becoming their next Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion. As soon as her laughter died down the footage faded to black leaving the audience to think just how far would Ms Baang go this week knowing that she had no rules to follow, no restrictions and no end to the pain and suffering she could inflict on Polly and Kate.

##

The scene opens inside the cute but tropical home of Ben Jordan and every now and then Evie Baang in Cuba. She had flown back there to feed her Kitten after being away and in the states for the last Sin City Wrestling show. Oh and when I say her Kitten I mean her black snake, came down that wasn’t a secret linking to her and Jordan being a lowkey non-existent relationship. Evie was standing in the kitchen looking out to the beautiful ocean that was just a few metres away from her halfway home. The beauty of this location almost made her feel at ease, but the thing with Evie is that she was always on high alert even when she was “chilling” after all her best friend was still missing and her life was being turned upside down but a mob of people she used to call her family. Evie turned to the right to see the SCW Camera set up ready to shoot her promotional this week and without any wasted time, she clicked her bare heels against the titled kitchen floor and made her way towards the camera. She could see the red light was on so she knew it was ready to go so she gave it all she could.

“Fuck me it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I mean when was the last time you got to see me like this? Normally I would have the ball and chain around my ankle, also known as Odette fucking Stevens. Who was vetting the shit out of my statements, because well she might be fucking evil… she’s no on my level and well let’s be honest sometimes I need to be told to pull my fucking head in. However, today is no that fucking day my friends, because I’m all on my own, no Odette, no Gabriel, no Ben Jordan and no Raab. Also, congratulations Lord Raab, what a fine Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion you will make once you squash that fucking piss ant James and take his title away from him. Oh, don’t be mad or voice your mindless opinions about me J2H, remember that if I didn’t hand over my half of the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Tag Team Championships, your little muffin, wouldn’t be holding them today. You’re fucking welcome might I add. I bet the victory sex Melody gave you was worth it and will make up for the fact that I hope Raab pins your shoulders to the canvas and takes away your little toy.”

Evie chuckled towards the camera before a sinister smile crossed her face. She had no reason to be going after J2H but she knew he was cool and he would probably take it with a grain of salt. She just loved the mess with people it was what she did best.

“What can I say, I’m passionate about the monster who helped me along my journey to becoming the Blast from the Past winner. Without Raab, I’m sure I could have done it on my fucking own but for some strange reason that big giant fucking monster made my days in Sin City Wrestling, seem less fucking dull. I mean if I had to witness the same shit being replayed week in and week out alone, I probably would have killed someone. I’m joking, I would never.”

She winked at the camera, because well on camera she wasn’t a murder, she wasn’t a tainted woman with blood on her hands. She was cruel but she wasn’t the monster that she was in real life. On camera, she was dark and mysterious but in real life she was stone cold killer with no remorse and no regrets.

“Needless to say, I’m grateful for all of the wins that I was able to accomplish to get Raab and I into the circle that we needed to be and no I’m not talking about the pink pussy’s circle that all of the lesbian slash bi bombshells seem to be in. I’m talking about the championship circle. Now Mercedes you bitch cry, moan, bleed your fucking eggs out all you want about how you feel it’s unfair that people are just gifted title chances because they demand them… but could you please shut the fuck up when it comes to me? I don’t need you harping on about how I’m going to end Crystal’s reign. I truly don’t because I’s very fucking obvious that Crystal will try and stand toe to toe to me, but she will always and I mean always come up short. Trust me Mercedes, if I was looking for a number one fan, to suck on my lady bits, I wouldn’t even give you a second look but hey girl thanks for believing in hating the same fucking classless pigs that I do. For that I’ll give you credit for.”

Another confident wink came from the right eye of Evie as she took another step up towards the camera. Truth be told she didn’t have an issue with Mercedes she just didn’t need the Mean Girl trying to fight her battles for her. Evie knew she had Crystal’s number and it was just matter of time before she could call it.

“Now, let’s step away from the shambles that is the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell roster shall we, and let’s get back to one of the main reasons I caused a buzz when I entered this federation. I’ll give you all a minute to pack and overnight bag so you can take a trip with me, down memory lane while I take a little trip of my own.”  

Without another word spoken the Australian Bombshell headed off the scene leaving the camera to focus on the lavish house of Ben Jordan. Before the scene faded to black leaving everyone to wonder what on earth was Evie up to and where was she going? Only time will tell and trust me you won’t be disappointed.

##

She was fourteen, and most fourteen-year old were out on the weekends playing sports, on picnics with their families. Enjoying time away from school, learning the lessons of love and the values of having a good family home. However, Evie had a different up bringing to most, by six she was playing with knifes, seven she was playing with loaded guns by eight she was learning four languages, nine she was training each night in mixed martial arts. All for the sake of her father. To him, she was his Poppy and everything that he made her do, was for her own protection. You see he was a gigantic fish, in the unknown underbelly of the Australian crime ring. If they had a Mafia he would have been the Godfather, if this was a drug ring he would have been Pablo. She was a daughter for a crooked man, with no intentions of every changing. Who had his fingers in all the pies If he wasn’t moving drugs, he was robbing banks, homes or casinos if he wasn’t lining his walls with stolen property he was lining his pockets with the finest designer threads from all the money he hand just sitting around going to waste.

Evie, was made to lead a normal life on the outside. To her friend, Calista, she was a girl who came from a rough family but for some reason she was still able to put a smile on her face and come to school every day. She hated school, she didn’t see the point of it, but since her life had connected with Calista’s it wasn’t just a big deal to send her off each morning. Calista would often ask why she was never allowed to come over to Evie’s house, but to risk her seeing something she shouldn’t Evie kept her best friend out of harm’s way.  Not only that Evie really liked Calista (no, not like that) she was her best friend and well just like when you introduce someone new to your family she was worried that Calista would no longer be around her. Calista was the sweetest, girl in the school the one that everyone loved and no one could say a single bad word about while Evie was well... everything Calista wasn’t. They were an odd pairing but when it came to their friendship they were as thick as thieves.

Evie thought the world of Calista and the thought of losing her as a friend, would be enough to cripple her so she kept her away from her double life that she was leading. To save her, to protect her and well to keep her around. That was until that one weekend when everything slipped on its arse and the cracks started to show.

It was a warm sunny day and like most kids, Evie and Calista had decided to hang out down at the park that was at the very end of their street. They both lived within a block of each other so meeting up outside of school wasn’t that hard and in those times children could walk the streets of Vicky Harbor without the looming threat of being abducted staring down your face. The two girls were just doing as two girls would do, swinging on the swings, braiding each-other’s hair talking about boys it was a typical weekend for the two. That was until the sounds of tyres squealing against the bitumen cried out in anger. While the smell of burning rubber was lingering in the air, thick enough to choke you. The signals of smoke, poured from the house that the car had slammed into. That house belonged to Evie and her family. The house was visible from the park.  

Evie had tried to guard Calista from seeing what she saw next, but it all happened to fast. Three men jumped out of the burning Ford Ranger, that had been slammed into the living quarters of Evie’s family home. The three men were wearing all black in the middle of the day, carrying guns. Evie’s eyes grew wide as she knew a day like this would come and she knew she would have to move but she didn’t want to go anywhere she had finally found peace. However, it looked as if she didn’t have an option as her and Calista watched as the three men made their way towards her house. With nothing bust malicious intent in mind. It was then the sound of bullets flying from a barrel could he heard and the sounds of Calista’s crying and screaming that snapped Evie straight into action.

“You need to go home.”

Evie was holding each side of Calista’s face, shielding her eyes from the seen that was unfolding behind her. She was forceful but gentle as she guided her friend’s attention.

“Run home and stay home, just don’t tell anyone about this.”

Evie was pleading with her friend who was crying, Calista couldn’t understand how Evie was being so calm in the moment. She was sure her parents were about to be gunned down and Evie was being so collected about everything. Calista didn’t move she just stood there looking at Evie with confusion.

“I’m not leaving you.”

Evie didn’t have time to explain what was happening, she just knew that her family needed her. However, protecting her friendship with Calista was paramount as well. Evie just shook her head at Calista before she spoke.

“You need to go, please, go.”

Calista didn’t want to leave Evie so she made one last reach out.

“Come with me, come live with me.”

Evie pushed her away and watched on as her friend reluctantly spun around and made her way home, running as fast as her little legs could carry her. Evie however, now had a choice to make to stay with her best friend and run away and hide or to do everything her father had spent the last fourteen years of her life training her to do losing the one thing that made her feel sane in the fucked-up world of hers. It didn’t take Evie long to make the decision, once she saw that Calista was on the home stretch she turned around and made her way towards her family home. Unsure of what she was going to walk in on, all she knew if that there was three men inside her home, ruining the life she had grown to love. Not only that, it was engrained in her that trespasses were not welcomed and right now there was three of them in her personal place.

As Evie made her way towards her house, she had missed the fact that Calista had run back to get her. She had missed the fact that Calista was now watching her walk towards this mess, with her hands balled up as little fists beside her side. Her best friend was walking into the danger and she couldn’t do a single thing about it. Nor did she understand. However, this was the day Calista knew that Evie wasn’t the girl she thought she was but this was also the day that Calista decided that she didn’t give a fuck she was her best friend and she was going to go into battle with her.

The young blonde ran up behind Evie and as she approached her, she placed her hand in hers and without a single world spoken even though the look on Evie’s face said it all. She wanted Calista to go home, she didn’t want her to see what she was about to see, the look on Calista’s face overrode any authority that Evie thought she had when it came to this friendship. On this day, their friendship deepened and now you know why, Evie would literally die to protect and find her friend… because she never left her alone, so why should Evie leave her to die?

##

It was overcast and rainy, but that was nothing new for this part of the world. However, in this point of time with what had just happened in this country the rain made the feeling in the air almost feel like the country was in mourning. It was a sunken feeling, but still the people of the great city could pick themselves up and dust themselves off and move on with life. It wasn’t an easy task, but nothing that is easy is ever worth having.

She had her reasons to flying all the way across the pond to be here, but I’m sure even if I told you. You would put it down to one thing and one thing only. A boy. Let me assure you, not everything that it appears is what is truly seen and let’s just say I like to leave a little bit of Evie’s life a mystery each and every week but trust me when the time comes, the dots will join and you will understand that everything is happening for a reason.

She was in London, not just anywhere in London but she was standing on the London Bridge. Looking at the world that continued around her even just days after the vicious attacks on this beautiful city. It even sent a chill running down her cold spine the thought of the senseless acts that had occurred. However, now was not the time for her to talk about her problems with the world and what had happened. Now was the time to help a friend of hers that was in need, well two but I can only show you the one this week.

Evie had spotted him from a far, her eagle like eyes were one of her greatest assets in her field of work. She could see that he was upset, hurting for his country, bleeding the same blood that flowed through the veins of his fellow country men and women who had lost their lives due to no fault of their own. He was lost and confused, and that was enough to trouble her enough to get on a plane and try and save him from doing something crazy. She took the streets walking across the busy traffic on the London Bridge without a care in the world. Her steps were timed perfectly so she didn’t cause a traffic accident nor did the Londoners beep their horns at her as she was effortlessly weaving in and out of the traffic. Before she knew it, she was standing beside him and it was like he knew she was already there. She slipped her body under his right arm, stepping into his side and before they could say and single word to each other he had turned his head and pressed his lips to hers. The Baang and Jordan kiss of reconnection was in full swing as the two duelled with each other their lips making the connection their words couldn’t.

Just kidding… I like fucking with you all.

Evie had walked across the busy London street across the bridge, effortlessly not even disturbing the traffic as she made her way towards him. She was in a mood, a mood that even he wasn’t ready for. She made her way towards him, Ben was unaware of her being here I mean, why would he? He thought he had gotten away from her and Jamie in the great escape. As Evie made her way up behind him, she stopped and looked at the back of his head.

“Such a lovely head, fit for a slapping I would say don’t you think Winston?”

She was mocking him, but as he spun around he saw the look of concern in her eyes. Ben was shocked to see her there after all she had a match on Sunday and she was standing beside him in London on a Friday. Jet Lag would plague her during her match but still she was here in his space.

“Some of us are concussed and could do without a polava, if you don’t mind?”

His accent was think and sounded even thicker in his home land, Evie just rolled her eyes and took a step up towards him. Watching him turn back around to look at the water below the bridge. She didn’t have to say anything to know what he was doing and he was mourning the loss of his people. She didn’t want to cause a seen or cause him anymore harm so she just stood beside him quietly and let him do his thing, no matter how long he would stand there for she would stand beside him because as much as he said he didn’t need to be baby sat. She had seen this far too many times. The scene fades with Ben and Evie looking into the water as the mist of rain started to flow above them. Nevertheless, neither of them moved and they stayed there for as long as it took to help Ben heal the wounds he felt for his country.

##

Well, it’s that time again when I get to step inside the six-sided ring on Climax Control and show the world what I’m good at. What I’m good at you ask? Well you’ll see if once again first hand this Sunday night when I take Polly Playtime and Kate Steele and turn two of the best Sin City Wrestling Bombshell’s that we have on this roster at the moment and make them look like little girls who can’t handle this business. It’s not because I don’t like Kate of Polly it’s just I have a path that I’m walking on and right now a loss to either of them would hinder my greater cause and what’s my greater cause? It’s becoming the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion.

Losing this weekend isn’t an option and it isn’t something I want to happen so if I have to break a few rules to make sure I get the job done, trust me I will. Oh, that’s right there are no rules this weekend so let’s just say the ball looks to be sitting in my court.

Sure, Kate might have beaten me in the past but does she really think I will let her get one over me again? I have learnt from the mistake and I promised that I would never repeat it. I promised myself I would never let Kate beat me once more. So, I choose to get better, I put the work in and now look at where I am. Standing at the top of the mountain, while she’s at base camp screaming for a hand. Get ready for avalanche that is coming your way this weekend Kate and get ready to have the world once again ask you why, why? Are you still here and what impact are you making? You have a choice this week, step up and step down and I really hope you make the right choice, but I also hope that you know stepping up against me will ultimately be your down fall.

Now, Polly, I don’t know much about you all I know is that you took the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship out of Grave Era shocking everyone. Since then you have been the talk of the town, the shocking bombshell that no one wanted to take seriously until that night. I mean you had to grab a handful of tights to do it, but hey who am I to judge? A win is a win, in my eyes but this Sunday night you can play all the games you want Polly because it’s doesn’t matter that you think it’s Playtime I can promise you… this Sunday night will be MY time. I’m the one here with the golden opportunity, I’m the one here with the number on contendership to defend and to honour, do you think I’m going to go lightly on a girl who is focused on playing with dolls and pulling people into the ring to embarrass them?? Here is the thing Polly I don’t need to pull to fans into the ring to mock them because here’s the kicker…

Mark Ward and Christian Underwood already gift wrapped those bitched for me and the slapped the label of Polly Playtime and Kate Steele on them. This Sunday night, you’re going to feel the pressure and know what it’s like to be embarrassed and it’s going to happen in a full arena while streaming live for the whole world to see. You’re going to learn the rules of your game the hard way, you think you might be the queen of mocking everyone but I can promise you stepping into a match up that was basically crafted for me with no rules, no disqualifications and no count outs… who do you think will be the one getting mocked? Who do you think will be the one coping the abuse? Who will be the one leaving read faced?

You.

Fucking you.

Oh, and Kate, don’t forget about Kate even though that’s extremely easy to do these days.

I will see you girls this Sunday night at Climax Control and I’m truly sorry for what your families are about to witness because the lambs are about to be lead to slaughter and there is no way out, no rules and no count outs that can stop me. I will not be held back, I will not be restrained and for Polly and Kate that can only mean one thing… disaster.

But for me, that can only mean one thing? I’m one step closer to greatness I’m one step closure to being the woman that Gabriel knows I can be.

I’m one step away from becoming the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion and when I do, when I’m finally crowned the champion maybe the lord have mercy on your souls, because I fucking sure as shit won’t.