Expectations, we’re meant to live by them right? We’re meant to exceed them, be them, live them, embrace them and smash through the glass ceiling. You know the same old “High Expectations are the key to everything” “Always have high expectations for yourself” You know the same nonsense that gets drilled into you when you’re a small child? In hopes that one day you will take this all on board to better yourself. You take this all in so your parents don’t have to worry about you being disappointed in life, so they don’t have to see you struggle while you deal with something less than the best.
In life I’m a firm believer that you make the best with what you have and when you learn to accept what you are given, instead of what you expect. You’ll have fewer disappointments.
High expectations to me are poison, a poison that gets leaked into our veins at a young age, so we can strive for picture perfect lives. Yet what’s the antidote for this poison when you don’t reach your high and mighty pedestal, what’s the antidote for failing your high expectations? It’s depression, its failure, its self-destruction. Why are we so hell bent on wanting to succeed at everything when in all likelihood being the best at everything, or having the best of everything or being simply the best is a farfetched idea? Sure people may claim to be the best, but what is the bar? Who set it, how does one know who is truly the best in the world at anything? When records are made, they are broken; when accomplishments are achieved a long list of followers will follow.
Just like how the blind lead the blind, repeat, repeat, repeat.
I understand that people only want the best for themselves but we live in a time where even the best isn’t enough. It’s a status symbol. Is a Rolls-Royce really that much superior to a Hyundai? I mean in all honesty the car services the same function from getting from destination A to B, so why do we place the Rolls on the higher pedestal and the Hyundai is shafted to the gutter? Appearance, that’s all it is. It’s not a functionality issue it’s an appearance issue and once you appear to be the best or to have the best of everything, only then can you be happy. Only then can you sit down at the end of each day and reflect on how your high expectations have been met, by filling a shell of emotional overbearing selfishness.
So what does this all have to do with me? Well let me spell it out for you, ever since I stepped foot into Sin City Wrestling I have been surrounded by high expectations. When I first walked out with Johnny and Caleb everyone was expecting high and mighty things from Bad Company and look what happened? You crushed that dream for us, when you placed the weight of the world on our shoulders and Caleb couldn’t handle the pressure so he cracked, fracturing the brotherhood between himself and Johnny and now where is Johnny? No one knows, not even I do. Sure you can all stand back and say that we were doomed from the very beginning, but unlike the rest of you we didn’t have any expectations on ourselves we just wanted to come in and kick the living shit out of everyone who stood in our way. That’s all we wanted to do, no high expectations, we just wanted to have fun. We just wanted to beat the shit out of everyone but alas look at us now, separated and torn apart all because of others selfish expectations.
Bad Company will always be in my heart, I will always defend them. They are my boys regardless of the fucked up things they do.
Now since going solo all I have heard is the buzz around me, everyone has high expectations on me. Look at Tommy Knocks’ last Hotwire poll, a shocking sixty-nine percent of people voted for me to have the most immediate impact on my debut. Like that isn’t a high expectation? That isn’t them placing me in big shoes that I’m now forced to fill. All I wanted to do is get my hands onto Alexis and break the false little nobody that she claims that she is. There should be no high expectations around that right? Wrong? Every day I hear the chatter, I hear the rumours I hear everyone’s expectations about it. I don’t care for them I never will, because I don’t have an expectation of what is going to happen I have a reality and the reality is, she will fall to her knees in front of me and she will be exposed for the fraud that she is. It’s simple. No high expectations needed, it’s practically written in stone.
The new dye job isn’t fooling anyone sweetheart, you’ll be caught, tied up and exposed to be the little pathetic piece of meat that you are soon enough and nothing will satisfy me more to shred you down to little pieces revealing you.
Now this week I find myself facing people’s high expectations, can the new girl beat the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion? Can the new girl break through that class ceiling and shock the world by being more than just an “enhancement” talent? Isn’t that what Crystal called me? The bottom the of the barrel, that’s rich coming from her the Champion with the slippery fingers that are just poised and ready to slide off her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship faster than how she won it. I think that was her cute way of telling me to stay in my lane, that’s adorable Crystal now stay in your own and don’t catch my attention, you don’t want my attention because once I have my eyes locked on something I stop at nothing until I get it, however unlike you it doesn’t take me sixteen attempts to reach greatness. It will only take me one.
Kate Steele will learn that this Sunday night, she has high expectations that she is going to walk in to Climax Control and choke me out. Lucky for me, I’ve got an impressive gag reflex and I’m not afraid to use it. So her proud heritage of beating and battering the women of Sin City Wrestling will come to a stop this Sunday night. I mean look at the last high expectation she had on herself, bragging that she was going to beat Veronica Taylor and now look who is wearing the Roulette Championship crown; the cancer of the Sin City Wrestling women’s division herself, little miss I can’t finish a promotional video to save myself Veronica “I like old balls dragged across my face” Taylor. I bet when she and Miles hit the sack together she’s the one who busts her nut.
That’s a visual I really fucking didn’t need to see, you’re a bad girl Evie.
Okay now since I’ve mentally scared myself let’s get back on topic about high expectations. Trust me when I say this, there is only four people in this world whose expectations of me that really matter. One and two being Odette and Gabriel. If it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be here right now and I wouldn’t be in this position to show the world just how damn great they both are, not only in the ring but at training the next generation of Sin City Wrestling Superstars and Bombshells. Showing Gabriel and Odette that their time and money they have invested in me was worth it, is all I need to drive me through these “mean” streets of the wrestling world and have faith in me when I say once I hit the highway at top speed, nothing will stop me.
Three my baby girl Calista, because her high expectations of me keep her alive and the moment I slip and fall we are both dead, don’t think for a single minute that I will ever put her in harms ways. She expects me to protect her and that’s all I have ever wanted to do, she is my rock, she is the only one I tell everything too, my best friend, my shelter and my better half. Calista is pure and kind, she’s fair too good for me so letting her down isn’t any option, exceeding her expectations is a must. Our lives depend on it.
Four, lucky number four goes to Mi Mundo the one who controls me, the one who takes me and tames me. Do you think that I would ever want to let him down? He’s my life line, the reason I have existence in my veins do you think that I would even think about faulting him? I know at times I do, but he knows that I would never do it on purpose; he knows that I always try my hardest to live up to his expectations of me. Yet the greatest things is, he doesn’t have any, he never asks anything of me, he just gives and receives and that right there ladies and gentlemen is why Mi Mundo is the key.
Now I can honestly sit here and say, since you have all painted your first impression on me from last week and you have no doubt labelled me with an expectation. It may be a high expectation it maybe a low one, it doesn’t matter because the outcome will always be the same. I don’t fucking accomplish things to please others; I do it to please myself. I don’t go out of my way to fill the needs of others when I only have to worry about myself and four others. If you want me to achieve greatness, know that I smash whatever goals you have for me with ease and I will raise them and well to the people who have low expectations of me prepare to have them shattered. To the people who have no expectations on me, the people who don’t care if I crash or burn, sink or swim you’re my type of fucking people, don’t ever change don’t ever sway away from that attitude because I can’t disappoint I can’t hinder and I can’t exceed them. It’s the perfect Zen.
With no expectations there are no disappointments. However disappointing a few people along the line wouldn’t be a bad thing, it happened to Amy-Jayne last week and this Sunday night I look at disappointing one of the best Sin City Wrestling Bombshells we have EVER had. It won’t be easy; it won’t be hard however I’m not expecting anything from it. It would be a mistake for me to set a high expectation on Kate Steele as she has already let me down by letting Veronica Taylor dismantle her and strip her of her title. I just hope that the Kate Steele that I get on Sunday night isn’t the same sleepy Kate Steele we saw weeks back. We can always hope as hoping and expecting are two completely different things. Kate Steele expects to win, the Sin City Wrestling universe expects Kate Steele to win and history dictates that Kate will win… but expecting is a crime and disappointment is always the punishment.
How many people will be punished on Sunday night? All of those who written me off and to those who have written me off, I hope you like the taste of defeat. I hear it’s a little tough, chewy and bittersweet. Bitter for you, sweet for me, proving people wrong is what I do best and what I do best is exceeding vacant expectations. It’s all a circle ladies and gents just a big cycle that goes round and round, it will all make sense in the end. Alrighty let’s get this show on the road and since I was talking about chewing and bittersweet things why don’t we wake up and start the day with some breakfast?
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We open up outside a small yet adorable tree house that’s lost in the middle of sea of land deep inside the State of Washington. There is the sound of soft rain hitting the tin roof of the tree house, while the native birds have come to life singing a beautiful song about the rising sun. To the birds the song is called “oh glorious morning” while to us humans it’s called “please shut the fuck up.” The sun is desperately trying to tear through the low cloud cover over head to finally make day break happen. However as the rain continues to trickle down the roof and onto the glass windows it looks as if the sun is fighting a losing battle today. The tree house is a double story domain with the top story consisting of a full floor bedroom and bathroom with a round hot tub in the middle; the bottom story has a small living room, a tiny but homely kitchen and a study. There is an outdoor shower that overlooks the views of the uninterrupted forest that surrounds the fully powered treehouse. Around both levels in a 360 degree balcony that overlooks each side of her land.
To some a treehouse would be a crazy place to live but for Evie it was pure peace of mind, she got to be who she was there and that was free. The inside of the treehouse was just proficiently decorated with soft whites, greys and creams as it softens the harshness of the maple tree that it’s wrapped in. Her taste in home decor maybe shocking to some as it surely didn’t have the wicked wild vibe that she gives off, it was pure and simple. Everything had a place and everything was clean and tidy. As the rain continued to cascade down the glass windows, another noise started to come to life from upstairs. It was a soft buzzing sound that was followed by a soft humming, that was followed by groaning and soft sharp gasps. The sounds were coming from upstairs so let’s venture up there shall we?
Inside the rather large openly spread out bedroom, a large homemade but very cool looking pallet bed was found in the middle of the room. Above the bed was a sunroof or well more like a moon-roof as Evie loved to call it. She was obsessed with the night’s sky and one of the advantages of living away from civilization was the beauty of not having a smoggy sky to deal with. Evie would spend hours looking up at the stars, for all those sleepless nights that seemed to haunt her. Sleep was the cousin of death to her so for most part her eyes were wide open. Though not right now as for right now Evie couldn’t be seen as she was covered in her thick plush light grey quilt cover. However even the thick plushness off the doona couldn’t cover the muffled sounds of the buzzing and groaning. The buzzing sound started to intensify as well as the muffled groans, with a quick draw back of the covers Evie exposes herself. Calm down she is wearing a matching set of black and blue Calvin Klein bra and panties.
“What did you expect to catch me in the nude? Tsk tsk, naughty audience.”
The buzzing sound continues and the object in her right hand comes to life, showing that it was her silver alarm clock. It was still vibrating in her hand, before she quickly shuts it off putting it back on her bedside table.
“Well I didn’t want to let anyone’s low expectations of me to go sour”
The bright white smirk of Evie Baang comes to life as she grins wildly.
“I thought I would fuck time, since time fucks with us, it’s only fair. Relax guys I’m kidding. Did you really expect me to be lying here exposed, with my legs divided while I was enjoying some alone time with a BOB? Come on I’ve read the rules, items of such graphic nature aren’t allowed. So if that’s what you were picturing you’ll have to grab some Vaseline and some tissues and close your eyes, for that dream to continue. The rest of us will wait; I mean it will take a whole thirty seconds am I right?”
Evie looks down at her gold IWC watch that is on her left wrist and waits a few seconds before stating a count down from ten to one.
“Three, two, one… Okay and they should be back with us now, so let’s get on with it shall we? Alrighty this is the point in time that you all rack off and let me get changed and I’ll meet you all again once I’m fully dressed.”
As Evie finishes speaking the lump beside her under the doona covers stirs groaning out loud. She wasn’t alone and instead of her face having a look of a deer in headlights the young Australian just smiles proudly.
“Mi Mundo is still sleepy I mean I can’t blame him, I think he strained his back doing the waterfall last night before we introduced the fit ball into our heated session. I really do feel sorry for him at times, while other times, I just really like to fucking feel him, deep inside me. So if you don’t mind, I think we’ll pick this one back up downstairs? So Mi Mundo can catch his breath and get some well-deserved restoration and recovery sleep. He’s flown all over the world this week I think he deserves some down time.”
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The art of promotional videos kicks in and after a few minutes we arrive downstairs in the middle of Evie’s cute country style kitchen. She is looking out her floor to ceiling length window while watching the rain continue to run down her glass while it continues to bucket down outside. She is dressed up in a cute pair of white ankle socks that have an adorable little bow on them, while her long muscular but thin legs are on display. Her thick thighs are on display as her legs are crossed as she is bent down with her elbows on the counter top as she hugs onto a cup of black coffee in her hands. She didn’t actually get dressed as she is just leaning up against her kitchen bench in a long sleeved button up male’s business shirt. The cuffs are down around her hands but she has pushed them back as she holds onto her steaming cup of coffee starting her day off right. The white business shirt is from esteemed British designer Desmond Merrion who for all of you simpletons is one of the finest tailors on London’s legendary Savile Row. She has pulled her long brown hair back into a high ponytail before she turns to look towards the audience, her face is free from makeup but that doesn’t change her natural beauty her face is flawless, for someone who doesn’t sleep very well her eyes are free from puffiness or black circles. With a quick smirk she rolls her tongue off her top row of teeth and starts her day off once again, this time a little bit more seriously.
“Oh my god, I miss you… I mean it’s been forever right? I’m also totally fucking kidding. I can’t believe I have to deal with this shit on my days off, can’t you see that I was a little bit busy last night? I should be busy right now. I mean it’s rare for Mi Mundo and I, to be at the same place at the same time. He flew in just to see me from a fancy charity event where he was raising money for Animal Awareness, I’m pretty sure last night we adopted a bear that was once raised in a Chinese circus. That’s the kind of man he is, he is loving, he is kind but he is also extremely busy and the Lord knows our time together is precious. Yet here I am talking to a bunch of fucking wankers who couldn’t give two shits because all they wanted to be is entertained. News flash we all have needs and right now my needs are to be deep in conversation with my man catching up with him or well to be getting a picture perfect look at his crystal clear eyes… my needs are not to be playing messenger to you guys. However Mr Ward and Mr Underwood have explained to me to get a story across you have to actually tell one, who fucking knew?”
With a sarcastic smirk she bringers her coffee cup to her lips and takes in a mouthful of the piping hot liquid before she swallows.
“I mean I could have been like the rest of the Bombshells on this roster who just flood you with unnecessary bullshit about what they do on an everyday bases but I thought hey let’s be different, let’s really shake the apple tree and pray that a cluster of grapes falls out. I mean let’s be out of the box thinkers and crank this division up a notch. I mean I could just bore you with long and boring segments about me being on a boat, me training in a ring, me being annoying and calling everyone a basic but I thought is that what the people of Sin City Wrestling really want? Do they want a fucking boring wash, rinse, repeat show? Nooo you need life and I’m here to give it to you, don’t get your hopes up I’m not going to give you mouth to mouth because let’s be honest some of you mother fuckers are a little bit handsy and will try and slip the tongue in and I don’t have time for those types of games. I mean I’m up for a little groping every now and then but there’s a time and a place and right now doesn’t suit me.”
Turning to look back out the window she sees that the rain is starting to plummet down and that relaxes her.
“Okay it’s time to get my hand off it and get this show on the road, last time we met you got to see a day in my life that is coming up in the future. Neat huh? Like flash forward, do I die, oh God I really fucking hope I don’t… however that’s still ages in the future. Right now it’s all about the present and presently I’ve got people asking me. Um excuse me Evie, like why were you standing in the middle of a warehouse with guns pointed in your direction? And why was your hot tech girl getting groped by the ugliest fucker we have ever seen? And who was that really tall guy who had a gun slammed into the back of your head just waiting to blow your brains out? How does a young hot Australian Shelia end up in a situation like that? Well my little cum cakes, it’s all because of my past and well I think it’s about time you all took a trip down memory lane to see where this all started and see why I’m like the way I am today…”
Turning to face the audience again she smirks before walking away from her window heading over towards her fridge she opens it quickly and takes a quick look around before a slight frown comes to life on her face.
“Fuck I was going to make waffles for breakfast.”
She reaches into her fridge and pulls out a small plate of strawberries and a can of whipped cream before she shuts the door. Turning on her heels she makes her way over towards the kitchen table, setting down the bowl of fruit and the can of whipped cream down to the side she smirks.
“Now while you all enjoy this nifty little flashback on how this all started. I’m going to get breakfast for myself and Mi Mundo sorted… however I seem to have run out of milk and eggs so I’ll just have to improvise by presenting myself after I call out breakfast”
She jumps up onto her dining table to take a seat looking towards the spiral staircase inside her treehouse and starts to unbutton the half buttoned up business shirt that would cost 8k alone before she grabs hold of one of the strawberries. Licking her lips Evie smiles knowing what’s about to unfold.
“Mi Mundo, breakfast is ready”
She waits and listens as she hears the sound of large footsteps above her head before the sound of them rushing down the spiral staircase. Evie quickly turns back to the audience.
“Don’t even fucking think about it, you don’t get to meet him and you don’t get to see him so fuck right off. I really hope you don’t have high or low expectations for the following flashback because well let’s be honest I’ve been disappointing people and satisfying people since day one… so I really couldn’t give two bobs if you do or don’t understand why it’s relevant. I’ll catch you all after the flashback, I mean gives us an hour or two, we’ve got a room to redecorate”
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June the 10th 1990
The sounds of loud moans and groans could be heard followed by three intense big breaths. This continues over and over again, as we step inside the birthing suite inside the Victor Harbour Private Hospital. The number above the door we are now waiting outside of reads 13a as on the other side of the door is a woman in the middle of childbirth. Yes ladies and gentlemen you’ve been taken back to the very beginning, well not the very beginning because we didn’t feel it would be appropriate to show the vision of Evie Luna Baang actually being conceived. The loud screams continue with shouting of people telling a woman to push, the woman is only so eager to do everything in her power to get this child out of her so she follows the midwives instructions. Within the next ten minutes the commotion of childbirth comes to a glorious end and the sound of a baby crying can be heard.
Swirling inside the room, we find a woman laid out on a hospital bed with her freshly born baby in her hands. She is looking down at her child with such happiness as her loving partner and the child’s father runs his fingers through her matted black hair. Bending down he kisses his life partner on her forehead, while his eyes fall down on his child. Someone they have both know for forty weeks, but have never actually met until now. The looks on their faces are ones of warmth, love and acceptance. They had just created life, why wouldn’t they be excited? Their expectations surely should have been met.
Mother: “He’s beautiful, our son he’s beautiful, he’s just like I’ve imagined him, just what we wanted a baby boy, we have a baby boy”
The mother continued to rock her bundled up baby in her hands while she looked down at her baby. She was in complete awe of this miracle that was in her hands, wrapped up in a pale blue sheet. The father looked down at his partner excited, of course he would be excited he had an heir to the throne. It’s what every man wants, someone to carry on the family name, especially when you’re a well known and esteemed business man much like himself. The midwife in the background made her way towards the loving family, unsure how to break this terrible news to them.
Midwife: “Forgive me Miss Tate, but you and your partner didn’t have a little boy, you both have welcomed a little girl into this world.”
The look of love instantly faded from the mother’s face, as if it was drained out of her like all the blood was just released from her body in one big gush. She looked at her baby and then up to her partner before back over to the midwife.
Miss Tate: “This must be some type of joke, they way I carried this pregnancy all the signs pointed at me carrying a boy. I must have a boy, this can’t be a girl... you don’t understand I promised him a boy”
She looked up at her partner who was staring directly down at his freshly born child intensely. While the newborn baby had finally stopped cry, her eyes were trying to peel open adjusting to the bright lights in the room. She was a tiny baby at only seven pounds, her eyes were blue like most babies that are born, however the shade of blue her eyes were intense they were so dark, almost a black blue they were mesmerizing. She had a full head of black hair that was standing up but she was still adorable. Her father looked down at her before he reached down and took her away from her mother, the midwife and Miss Tate both watched on intensely as his cradled his child up to his chest. The baby’s button nose wriggled as she felt the cool breeze from her father’s breath fall on her face, before she let out a soft yawn.
Father: “She’s perfect, my little Evie Luna Baang”
Miss Tate looked over at Mr Baang and looked on confused.
Miss Tate: “But we wanted a boy.”
Mr Baang looked back at his life partner and dismissed her bluntness before he looked back down at his child, walking across the room her took a seat and held his little daughter close to his chest as the midwife watched on. Giving him time to meet his daughter before she would have to take Evie away for after birth examinations. Mr Baang started to rock his bundle of joy in his hands before he kissed her on the forehead.
Mr Baang: “Perfect, absolutely perfect. Welcome to the world little girl, it’s a big scary world but trust me when I say this you will never have to worry, you will never been scared, you will be protected and you will be loved. You will continue my empire and together we will run this town. People will fear you, people will try and cross you and people will hate you but that’s only because they will be fucking terrified of you. This is our world Evie and everyone else is just living in it.”
With that all said he continued to rock his little girl to sleep before the midwives rushed over to take Evie away for tests. While Mr Baang looked out of the hospital window pleased with his daughter’s birth. His mind was overflowing with ideas of how she will help his business. Miss Tate couldn’t help but roll over and face the same window thinking about how disappointed her was that her baby wasn’t a boy but it was in fact a girl. She had built herself for the last nine months telling herself she was going to have her son and now she had a daughter and instead of celebrating the fact Evie was healthy she was too busy mourning a child that never existed.
Proving that since day one Evie has been disappointing and satisfying people who had high expectations and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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“Did you enjoy that? Neat huh? It’s always been one of my greatest accomplishments in life you know, being born. I mean I don’t remember a fucking thing about it but trust me that point in my life is critical for what you will witness over the next few months until we catch up with the flash forward. For all of you who are sitting at home saying what the actual fuck? Did we actually just witness a birth flash back, you’re fucking right you did and you will never un-see it, unless you never click on this post and see it in the first place, meh fuck you if that’s the case. Like I have said throughout this whole promotional expectations, their a dirty habit and you really shouldn’t have high ones or low ones, just be fucking ruthless and have know, you won’t be disappointed that way. You can only be surprised.”
We find Evie sitting at the bottom of her spiral staircase inside her treehouse, her hair is wet and she is finally fully dressed. Obviously her and her lover had finished breakfast and taken the time to clean up and get ready for their only day together this week. She is smiling brightly while she continues to talk.
“Alright while Mi Mundo gets dressed and ready I guess it’s time for the match focus right? I mean I would hate for Kate Steele to feel left out. So I’m going to go enjoy my day and well you can all sit back and enjoy some truths from these lips that were recorded earlier this week. I just love to jump around the time line, it makes me feel like the fucking flash. So alright you lot, get lost and get the fuck out of my house. Also if you’re expecting an over worked and cheesy fucking kiss to end this, go fuck yourself... now seriously fuck off.”
And with that all said, Evie gets up and turns around walking back up her stairs to her bedroom.
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On Camera;
The scene opens up on Evie Baang’s beautiful face, she is just sitting in a chair overlooking her land from the top balcony of her treehouse. She is wearing a long pair of ripped washed out jeans with a super tight black shirt that she has knotted up into a crop top to show off her flat stomach. Her long brown hair is down and out around her shoulders, as it cascades around her neck and chest. She turns to the camera and with a cheeky wink this one is underway.
“Kate, Kate, Kate the great. Kate the mighty, Kate the onetime impossible beat, the onetime defender of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. The woman who on her own made the Roulette division mean something again, Kate Steele, the fucking Siren. The sometimes bitch, but now I’ve turned over a new leaf Kate Steele from Berkshire England, the little girl who has the “underdog” attitude even though she is basically ripped through the Roulette division like a whirl wind. The little girl who claims that she is going to choke me out this Sunday Night in Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada. Yeah highly fucking unlikely. You see she might be Kate the great, she might be the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion in history, but like her title reign everything crashes and burns to the ground. Last time we saw her she was flat on her back getting beaten for her Roulette Championship, this week everyone expects her to come flying out, shooting for the stars so she can reclaim her Roulette Championship belt or so she can sky rocket up to the Internet Championship league. Yeah that’s really not happening on my fucking watch. You see as much as she wants to reshine up her boots, a reclaim some of that respect she might have lost when she lost to Veronica Fucking Taylor of all people, she’s not going to get that grace this Sunday night when she comes face to face with me.”
Evie just smiles at the camera before swaying a strand of her brown hair out of her eyesight, hooking it behind her ear.
“I know what you all are fucking thinking, such big words for a girl who has just one win under her belt here in Sin City Wrestling. Who am I to say that I’m going to destroy and beat The Siren Kate Steele, I mean I’m not even in her league, I’m not even in her field and I’m not even worth her time. All cute things people say when they are fucking scared to face the truth, that they are frightened of some competition. You see Kate might have been the longest reigning Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion but that’s because has never had to face someone who actually matters on this fucking roster. She has never had to face someone who actually stands a chance against her, sure Veronica beat her last time but that was a fucked up ending that should be overthrown. So this week we finally get to see Kate Steele step out of the shadows of her defeat and see if she has what it takes to climb back out of the hole that she has no doubt been hiding in, licking her wounds and setting herself up for a triumphant comeback. Too bad those Sin City Wrestling bookers didn’t feel it was necessary to give Kate an easy match back, because she has to go toe to toe with me. Why am I so confident? Because why cloud yourself with the shadow of doubt when you know you have the tools, the skills and all the support in the world to beat Kate? You think I haven’t prepared for this match? You think I haven’t had the chance to sit down and watch tapes and study her? You think Gabriel and Odette haven’t drilled into me her weaknesses and her strengths? I’ve seen it all I’ve studied it all and I know I’m ready. I also know that she is ready to come out guns blazing to try and prove a point, but I also know that with so much pride of hers that was hurt at the end of last match, I know that her pride has also taken a hit since losing the Roulette Championship will be eating her alive, it will make her sloppy, less focused and well easy pickings for the kill.”
She takes a moment to pause to let her words sink in before she continues her eyes focused on the lens of the camera.
“I believe in life that all kingdoms come crashing down, you losing your Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship, was just the beginning, soon everything you have held close to you will suffer the same fate. Why? because you seem like the type of girl that once she gets knocked off her pedestal everything in her life will just start to unravel and fall apart. This Sunday night will be no different you will madly rush into our match trying to pick up the pieces of your loss only to have to suffer the same fate two matches in a row. You haven’t tasted the bitterness of defeat in a while, will it drive you to starve yourself of negativity and project yourself back to the top or will it cause you to fall apart and crumble? Weeks ago if people would have asked me what do I think of you Kate, I would have said great things, in fact I even defended you on Twitter when the cum-rag Veronica Taylor opened her mouth about you... and yet there you sat behind your keys and instead of thanking me next time we spoke, you proceeded to tell me you would choke me out this Sunday night. That you would beat me. You’re going to choke me out? Like you stand a chance to even attempting such bullshit with me. You see other girls might go into their matches with you misguided and under a cloud of self doubt but trust me when I say this, I have your number and I’m not going to call it, I’m going to destroy it. I will expose you for what you really are, a once a legend now just a myth.”
Evie takes a second to pause to lick her lips getting some moisture back into them before she continues once again.
“You see Kate you have high expectations on yourself this week and those high expectations will be enough to punish yourself. You say I’m not in your league, you say I’m not worth your time, you imply that this is going to be an easy match for yourself. You say, you say, you say... you say a lot of bullshit, that’s probably the real reason why they call you The Siren. You see back home in Australia if you’re a girl and you get called a Siren it’s because you’re well known for having a big mouth that you constantly run, your voice is a burden to those who have ears, your voice is the only thing that carries you. For you it might have worked in the past, you might have been able to talk the talk and intimidate your opponents however this week you will learn that you will not be able to walk the walk. You might be the Siren but I will be the silencer. I will be the one to put you back into the hole of defeat and there is nothing you can do about it. It’s just facts, it’s just the cold hard truth.”
With a firm stare down at the camera Evie smirks before she decides to wrap this one up.
“So this Sunday Kate, please bring everything you have left in your tank to the table, please don’t hold back and if you want to hell even bring your Teddy to the ring... nothing will stand in my way in beating you. I have a point to prove and knocking you off and out of the way will make that point ever so sharper. You want to use me as an example for Mikah so you can get your dream match, well listen to me Kate I’m not anyone’s bait, I’m not anyone’s messenger and I’m sure as hell ain’t the one to be used as a token to be cashed in for a bigger prize. Don’t worry about Mikah because this Sunday you will have your hands full by trying to catch up with me, this Sunday once you are defeated once again it will make you second guess your dream match with Mikah. Don’t worry I won’t be picturing you as Alexis in that ring on Sunday night because even though you’re both pathetic clapped out bitches. I can put aside my personal vendettas against people and refocus my full attention on my opponent and this Sunday night in Winnipeg that is you. I look forwards to shoving your high expectations of your so called guaranteed victory down your fucking throat... and by the end of the night we’ll see who is the one gasping for air and who gets choked the fuck out.”
With a little laugh Evie smirks at the camera once more before she gets up and walks over towards it.
“How’s that for shattering expectations?”
And we fade as Evie switches off the camera.
