It was peaceful, it wasn’t NYC peaceful, but it was still calm and right now all her life gravitated towards being her best at being a better person. There was no need to fight any more in her life, as she was finally beginning to think her years or torture were left behind. Maybe her Mundo was right all along, maybe when he paid her ransom and set her free that she was finally away from her past. There was still the tiniest bit of doubt in her mind, but that seemed to be echoes away from the joy that was currently singing their praises.
Evie was wrapped up in his arms and legs, as the laid together in their bed. It wasn’t their home they shared in New York City, this place was remote, far-off any maps that even GPS struggled to find it. The sound of rain pattered on the titled roof above them as they just laid there, listening to the sounds of first light. Apart from a few birds singing there was nothing but silence and that is what she needed, somewhere she could gather her thoughts without any interruptions.
She felt his weight shift from underneath her, as he rolled onto his side, to look at her. His right hand reaching out to stroke the side of her face. While his eyes just investigated hers, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on behind them. He still wasn’t fully in sync with having her back in his life, but he was damn sure giving it all that he had. Evie was just looking back at him, not sure what was ticking over with his thoughts after all she knew he was still processing her bombshell that she laid out for him last week and yet he was still searching for answers for a question he has asked over a month ago.
Yet, as both longed for answers, neither of them treated each other differently. It was still cool, calm and collected. He was her safe place now, even though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders as she waited to hear his thoughts of never becoming a father. Evie never held his silence on the matter against him, he had a lot to think about, it was his future after all. While her Mundo just wanted to keep her close and do whatever he could to keep her from fleeing. He knew with her opening up to him more, his risked the chance of her getting cold feet and shutting down. It was a prolonged process, but it was a process that he was going to travel with her regardless. Cause when he looked into those warm green eyes, he knew he loved her more than life itself. He was desperate to make up for lost time.
Evie’s eyes drifted from his ice blue eyes, before they zooned in on his parted lips. He was smiling, and considering he wasn’t a morning person in the slightest that was enough to set her butterflies a flutter inside the pit of her stomach. There was something about this man’s face that drove her crazy yet kept her sensible. She watched as his smile went from calm and happy to a smirk that beamed with joy.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Last night, was different, my love.”
He was smirking, like a man who knew what he wanted. While Evie just bit down on her bottom lip pulling it into her mouth, rethinking last nights activities. It wasn’t like their usual encounters of heated, lengthy, passion it was more serious, soft, gentle, loving. That act alone was new to Evie, she didn’t think she was capable of letting a man make love to her, let alone, herself being able to make love to a man. Sex was just sex until she had met her Mundo, and now she was always hungry for it, yet always left satisfied. As the two had their own flashbacks of the evening, Evie was the one to break the silence.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I found it a little repulsive.”
She said it with a smile, so he knew she was joking. He just played it off with a smile of his own before he pressed his lips to hers softly. He knew she wasn’t the type of girl that was out and about with her feelings, she used her actions more so than her words to inform him of his position to her. As he pulled away from her slowly, his eyes instantly opened to peer into hers.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“Says the one, who initiated it.”
She just shook her head from side to side, while looking into his eyes. Feeling a sense of playfulness that she never shared with anyone else. Her exterior was harsh and cold, animal like and yet, if people could see how she was like around him maybe they would see her as human. Evie didn’t want to give him too much of a leash when it came to his control, so she made sure he knew how far he could go before she would dig her heels in.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“You’re a terrible liar, my love.”
His English accent was toying with her, and he knew it, but Evie wasn’t going to let him walk all over her for the minute. He was trying to coach something out of her, something that he wasn’t overly used to hearing and the longer she made him wait the more it was worth. She switched her position as she moved over to now prop herself on top of him, the bed sheets wrapped around her, so nothing could be seen, not that this was being televised anyways. He was now pinned to the bed, his back against the firm mattress, while his eyes gazed up at her, locked on her beauty. To some she was awkward looking, but to him she was breathe takingly beautiful and everything she did, was enough to leave him speechless. He watched as she brought herself down to him, so her lips could brush his as she spoke.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I love you.”
Her voice was a little shaky as she spoke those three words, it wasn’t easy for her to do but looking at him and everything he had done and would do for her made it seem easy. He knew this was hard for her to muster up and spill from her lips and he was a little taken back. He thought for sure she was going to go back and forth with him with some banter that he was so used to, never in a million years did he think she could change the speed of this conversation into something so pure and meaningful. He didn’t let her mind wander for long as the silence fell between them, as he softly and gently brought his lips to hers, catching her off guard. His hands running down her back pushing her into him as he felt like he needed her to be as close as possible. He drew his lips back and away from her to look her in the eyes and with just the slightest most sinless smile he spoke to her.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“I love you too.”
He watched her close her eyes for a second letting those words sink in, it wasn’t the first time these two had exchanged their feelings with words it was just they didn’t blurt it out every twenty seconds like other couples. They liked the rarity, it gave them the feeling that is meant something. Plus, they didn’t need words they had actions.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I want this forever.”
Evie’s harsh tone almost sounded needy as she finally opened up, to him, about where she stood and what she wanted. She was normally a closed book and yet here he was, flicking through the pages.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“You can have this forever, you know that…”
He was almost asking her again and Evie could tell he was getting a little more persistent with wanting an answer. Yet she still had one doubt lingering over her head, like a storm just waiting to brew.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“But… I…”
He quickly cut her off, as his hands came up to cup each side of her face, as if he was commanding her attention. He wanted her full attention and within three seconds, she knew everything she wanted to know.
<FONT COLOR=#368BC1>“You’re my future, nothing more, nothing less… just us.”
Evie looked down at him, her eyes scanning his for tells, she wanted to know if he was just saying that or if he just meant that. The firmness in his voice made his tone clear, he wanted it to be just them and regardless of the fact she couldn’t give him children it was something he was going to work with. He wanted her, now he was in limbo as if to see if she wanted him. Evie’s aguish over her face lifted as she just let out a deep sigh before a smile found it’s home on her face.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Yes.”
He finally had his answer and without giving her a moment to second guess herself, his lips were on hers. This time firmed, deeper yet still soft enough to be passionate. His right hand was wrapped around her long brown hair, while his left was wrapped around her back, pulling her into him. Evie’s hands were on either side of his face, as she let their kiss deepen. It didn’t take long, for her Mundo to take over, rolling her onto her back before pulling away to look deep into her eyes. The two just stayed there locked in a glance realising just exactly what they had committed to one another, neither one of them regretting it, yet they both needed a moment to take it all in. It had been a long windy road to get here, and they both appreciated this moment for what it was a miracle.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“So, Future Mr Evie Baang… what’s for breakfast?”
Evie cut the slight tension with a light-hearted joke, that had her Mundo smiling. He knew exactly what he wanted for breakfast, it was Orange Juice, pancakes and bacon but for right now in this moment he just wanted her, and he knew the feelings were replicated on her end. The two shared a kiss and that’s where we will leave our little lovers. Alone, without any interruptions, to celebrate their pending union.
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It was a lively night, as fans piled into an unknown building for an unknown surprise performance. It was all a bit last minute, but still Evie Baang and Shorty had managed to fill a 2 hundred seat arena with fans, who all sat at round tables, with drinks and meals. They were all looking towards a stage, that was dimly lit. In fact, the whole room was dimly lit. Above the stage there was hanging lights one that said “applause” one that read “cheer” and one that read “boo” there was one glass podium towards the front of the stage, while a line up of red leather chairs to the side. As the last remaining fans took their seats, the lights that were on in the building quickly faded to nothing, before the instrumentals from the “Year 2000” by Silverchair started to throb out of the personal address system. The fans in attendance clapped and cheered as the stage lights glowed an evil blood red, before Evie Baang could see seen emerging from the black curtains back the back of the stage. She parted them with her hands before she walked through, receiving a chorus of cheers something that was completely new to her. She was never liked, and the look of confusion over her face was enough to let everyone know. However, the look didn’t last long as she stepped into the red spot light, with a snarl on her face as she looked out into the crowd. She had a job to do here tonight and getting caught up in mixed feelings about being cheered and booed wasn’t going to stop her. She was wearing her usual get up of long black leather pants, with a black cut out shirt, her long mahogany brown hair was dead straight while her make up was natural apart from the deep red that stained her lips. Evie offered the fans a quick, complementary wave, before she walked over towards the podium. The lighting switched from dim red, to just dim as a smoke haze rose from underneath the black curtains spilling onto the stage. The Australian Bombshell quickly made her way over towards the podium and started to speak once her theme song faded from the speakers.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Ladies, gentlemen… it is my honour to welcome you all here tonight in celebrate of the… Roast of Amy Marshall.”
The crowd let off a deafen round of cheers and applause that’s causes Evie Baang to smile.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Now, don’t be soured… my little chicken nugget is here tonight, he is just warming up his little legs backstage.”
Evie looked over her shoulder towards the camera giving it a playful wink, letting him know that she was toying with him. As per normal. The Australian looked back into the crowd before she placed her palms onto the class podium in front of her, settling in for what was about to come next.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“So, you see Shorty and have to face royalty this week in Sin City Wrestling. I mean a gloried farmer and a mishap in the history books of Sin City Wrestling… the Hall of Famer, Amy Marshall.”
The look of happiness sours on Evie’s face as she can’t believe she has to speak those words and they are in fact truthful. She shakes off her negative thoughts before she continues.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“let me just warn you right now, if you were looking to get comedy from me… I’m not a funny person. This right here is just a heated debate about why Amy still thinks she can pride herself in this world.”
The crowd cringe at Evie’s words as they are unsure where she is going, they knew she had a dark personality, and they weren’t overly behind.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Oh, unclench your arse cheeks. I’m talking about the world of wrestling… I’m not telling her to go kill herself.”
The mood in the audience lightens as now they know what Evie mean by her words, some ever clap in agreeance. With a roll of her eyes Evie continues her “roast”
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“now I know this is meant to be the roast of Amy Marshall, yet I need to get some things off my chest about her tag team partner Wyatt Petersen. If that’s not the most porn start type name for a fucking cowboy, I don’t know what the fuck is.”
The crowd let out a chuckle as Evie just smirks at them before she kicks it up a gear.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“This is for you Wyatt, I need you to pay attention to my lips… and read them slowly, because no doubt you’ve been kicked in the fucking head by a bull once or twice in your life to explain your dumb as fuck personality.”
Evie wasn’t going to for cheers as the fans just sat there watching on, wondering where this was going.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“If you think for one moment this Sunday night, that you’re going to hog tie, my little chicken nugget… you are sadly fucking mistaken. You might be the giant in this match up but trust me when I say this. You won’t even come close to stacking up. You might have the size, but you don’t have the brains and right now… brains are what’s getting teams into the finals. And if we were taking bets on how that will play out for you and Amy, well let’s just say… your odds are like Amy, clapped out and fucked.”
Evie Smirks as she looks out into the people, getting a few chuckles from the crowd. However, she wasn’t a lady of comedy she was a lady with a hard-hitting tongue that only spoke the truth. And to some the truth wasn’t funny, the truth was just painful.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“So, Wyatt, I’m so sorry that you got screwed over in the first round… only to move on with Amy Marshall into this competition… only to be undoubtably screwed over once more. Do you honestly think for one second that you or that dirt whore your tagged with have any chance of winning this? Cause if you do, you need your head checked. This isn’t going to be your rodeo Wyatt, this isn’t going to be your cowboy standing in the sun type of moment. You will watch from the sidelines as I pick Amy Marshall apart for what she is and obliterate your chances of advancing into the grand finals of the Blast from the Past. There is nothing you or Amy can do about it, you’ll just bee the cheer leader as you stand on the apron, watching your sweetie, get what she deserves… and no you sick fucks… I’m not going to use words like pounding…beating… or spanking…”
Evie looks around the room before she licks her lips and continues.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“The bitch is going to be removed from the tournament… because I run this. I am the current defending bombshell on the Blast from the Past throne and do you think, for one second Wyatt that I’m going to let that dirty skank, slide on in and think that she can win? The thought of Amy sitting at home, rubbing her tits at the thought of beating me is fucking hilarious. She might be a hall of famer and on paper, she might look like a winner and someone you can rely on to take you to the finals… but Wyatt come Sunday night, you’re just going to be like a fourteen-year-old school boy, caught with his dick in his hands, not knowing what to do with it. The spot light will be on you to win this for your team, but you won’t have the chance… because your rootin’ tootin’ dumb as fuck, hell slow as fuck mind won’t allow you to comprehend what you need to do. If your team wants to stand any chance in surviving this round, you need to pull out the big guns… it’s just sadly… you’re the fucking big gun and well, you’re loaded with bubbles and not fucking bullets.”
The crowd let off a cheer in support of Evie’s words before she sets off once again continuing with her words.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“You’ll come unstuck this round Wyatt and you’ll have Amy Fucking Marshall to thank.”
That evil grin was on Evie’s face once more as she looked on into the crowd, before she stepped it up a notch.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Now Amy Marshall, don’t feel like I have forgotten you… I mean your simple mind couldn’t possibly comprehend that everything I have said about Wyatt and too Wyatt was about you. It’s okay, no one expects you to be smart. I mean, the only thing boys wants from a face like yours is when your mouths open, words don’t come out, but dicks go in. I mean I find it hilarious that you’re the type of girl who will get tip drilled on camera, but then you stand in the middle of a wrestling ring, week in and week out demanding respect. I get it, I truly do. I mean Porn is a type of art, it’s just when you do it… it’s not classy and tasteful. It’s low budget and backyard… basement dwelling… sweat shop smelling. It’s like watching two fat walrus, slugging together fighting from the last bit of clean air in the dumpster.”
The fans cheer as Evie continues.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Come this Sunday… now that’s Come with an O M E… don’t get your finger banging hopes up, your fingers will never, ever… come near the likes of me.”
The audience chuckles as Evie smirks, she wasn’t used to this sort of arrangement, but she knew this what Shorty had in mind for this weeks focus so she was trying her best.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“This Sunday, your fat over the fucking hill waste of space and time presence in Sin City Wrestling… you’re going to be in a very familiar position and that’s flat on your back… but trust me, this is no way that I will willing lay on you to get the pin fall, so let this be my words of advice to you… once I get tagged in run.”
The way Evie said the word run was enough to run chills down the spines of everyone in attendance. It was almost as if a switch was flicked and she was now a darker side of herself.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Run for the fucking back, stay the fuck out of my way because honey. Once you lock up with me, there won’t be a climax for you… oh no. I’ll break every one of your fucking fingers I’ll dislocate your fucking shoulders, and I’ll introduce you to a world that’s so new to you, you’ll regret buying a fucking ticket. You want to step up to me, I can promise you… you won’t be getting lucky like last time. This is my domain. This is my tournament and if you think I’m going to entertain your thoughts of winning this thing? You have another thing coming. You will come up short, you will fall on your face, and regardless of how much you beg and plead for me to stop, the pain will just keep coming over and over and over. Let this be your reality lesson Amy, you won’t beat me this Sunday night at Climax Control, not because you can’t… but simply because I won’t fucking allow it.”
She had that wicked grin on her face and the fans knew that she was just kicking off.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“So, here I am about to go toe to toe… with one of the toughest?”
She raised her eyebrow mockingly before she let out a slight laugh at that statement before the fans chuckled in agreeance.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“I’m sorry even I got a little chuckle out of that. Are we meant to think that you Amy Marshall are one of the meanest toughest women in this sport because you ran down a ramp and threw your body between Jamie Dean and Sean Jackson? Swinging a chair to protect him? You play a good game of smoke and mirrors Amy, you truly do. That wasn’t you being a hero, that was you looking for attention and boy oh boy did Jamie Dean fall for it. The idiot fans fell for it, but I won’t fall for it and I’ll expose you for what you are this Sunday night at Climax Control… and that’s a fraud.”
Evie eyed up the camera before she took her time to continue she wanted her words to sink in and have meaning. Meanwhile she was getting the wrap it up signal from back of stage, as this little roast was about to dive into a commercial break.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Your married life is a deception, your porn career… maybe long and boring but it’s a scam, I mean nothing decent has ever come from between your legs, and now your wrestling career of being the big bad wolf is nothing more than scheme you used to rally the fans behind you. I suggest it’s time you and Jessie Salco, take your over worked and yet underpaid vaginas and leave. You’re two of a kind, matching each other’s moves in every way and to be quite honest with you… it’s getting a little tiresome. It’s time to roll the credits on your time in the Sin City Blast from the Past tournament… and then you should take a good hard look at your career.”
She looked the camera up and down, before the audience started to cheer her on. Evie still wasn’t used to this type of reaction from people, normally it was shock horror, but it seemed that there were some likeminded people like her out there.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“Now forgive me, if this wasn’t funny… or what you expected. I just, don’t have time for jokes but you’ll see what happens when I come face to face with one of the longest running gags, in Sin City Wrestling history. Time for fucking around is over, it’s time for me to remind everyone in Sin City Wrestling, just who the fuck I am. While Amy’s fragile, pounded body… will be message that I will send loud and clear to everyone in that bombshell locker room. I’m not here to play games, I’m here to end it all.”
She was locked on the camera once more before she finished her statement.
<FONT COLOR=#1eb90e>“From Mercedes undefeated streak, to Sammi Marlowe’s Roulette Championship reign… to Mikah’s choke hold on the Bombshell Championship, I will end it all... all while becoming the FIRST EVER TWO TIME Blast from the Past winner. Put your fucking money on that. So, Keira or Courtney, get ready for war, because it’s just ever so gracefully going to knock on your front door at the upcoming supercard. I’m here to take back what is mine, I am here to defend the throne and no one or nothing will stop me.”
Evie got the signal to wrap it up and with a simple smirk on her face the scene finally faded to black as the show went to a commercial break. As the Fans cheered her on until the microphones cut. This is where I leave you, but if you head over to Shorty’s promotional package I’m more than sure you will find something that may interest you, like the second part of this Roast of… Amy Marshall. Now forgive me all, as Evie isn’t known for making jokes and this was more of her way to say a big fuck you, oh and that she has resigned with Sin City Wrestling… till death do us fucking part. Until next time, may the lord have mercy on your souls as she sure as hell wont.
