“He was shanked?”

The voice of Kaylyn James Evans was heard rather clearly as the camera neared her in the rather active gym. 

“Holy hell! That’s fucking great news Heather!”

Kays day seemed to be picking up already as she heard the news about her ex being stabbed while in prison. 

“Guess he should learn to keep his hands off of the others honey buns!” 

She stated before laughing aloud. Listening to what Heather had to say on the other end stopped her laughter in its tracks rather quickly, and Kaylyn’s expression grew grim. 

“Duh Heather. Thanks for stating the obvious. I was forgetting all about having to step into the ring with that freak Scarface, then you go and open your mouth and make sure to remind me.”

Kaylyn sighed before cutting her best friend off while she was speaking.

“Look, forget it. The camera is here… I got to get going. Call you later.”

She stated before hanging up without awaiting a reply.

Shaking her head she cleared her mind before pushing off the bench she was sitting upon and pulling the black spandex material down around her thighs slightly. Her shirt consisted of a pink spandex sports bra, and her body was glistening from hours at the gym keeping fit.

“Well if it isn’t time to speak to the fans of IWF once more. Hell, my inbox have been filling with emails more and more each day and the comments that are left on my facebook and twitter accounts… Oh god! Its amazing how stupid people can be.

I have been called a sell out, and so much more. I have to say… the more hatred put into my… fans writings… the more I enjoy reading what they have to say.

So the so called fans don’t like what I have been doing in IWF. They don’t like seeing who I have aligned myself with. Guess what? I don’t give a shit! You can hate on me for as long as you want, but the only reason everyone is so pissed off about it is because they have nothing better to do outside of sitting on their fat asses and feeding their faces. Collecting that unemployment check, or the SSI and hate on those that are out there making a true living!

I do as I please for a reason. Everyone wants to know just what my reasons for my recent actions are, including during last weeks Main Event but the fact of the matter is.. I don’t answer to anyone.”

Kaylyn stopped speaking and laughed before seeing Tyler coming through the gym heading right towards her while speaking to The Fixer. As he reached her, he leaned forward placing his lips over her own, causing a sigh to come from Evans. Taking his hands into her own she pulled him back after breaking the kiss before pulling him into the ladies showers. As Kaylyn went in, her voice was heard clearly.

“Alright! Everyone out of here! Showers are closed for a few hours!”

A few ladies came heading out of the room with their things in hand, towels still around a few of them. Kaylyn’s laughter was heard coming closer as she closed the door to the locker room before The Fixer stepped into the view blocking the door. After a couple of minutes a slam was heard against the wall being followed up with a moan.

“Oh god. Tyler!”

Evans was heard saying before the camera man was glared at by The Fixer, and he turned the camera off.

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It was hours before Kaylyn had bothered to step in front of a camera again. The camera was already turned on when she came from the showers damn near four hours later. Black jeans clung to every curve, as did a white T-shirt that dropped down to her upper thighs, her long locks wet from a recent shower. 

“But Scarface of all people?”

She stated, obiously being caught in the middle of a conversation.

“Look babe, you know that we wont let anything foolish happen to you.”

“Oh I know that. Hell, Scarface will have an obstacle ahead of him no matter what this week, and if he is even thinking of pulling any shit like what he did with Carling, he better second guess it. That or make sure there is an open room waiting at the nearest hospital for him because I wont deal with it.”

“See, you already know you have nothing to worry about. Everone is going to start second guessing stepping into the ring with anyone in The Corporation.”

“What do you mean start baby? They already are.”

Kay and Tyler shared a laugh, which The Fixer joined in on before they went to head out of the gym nearly getting ran down by an older teenager. The Fixer grabbed the teen by his collar turning him around rather quickly.

“I know you were not thinking clearly, so I’ll give you a chance to apologize for nearly running into the lady.”

“Ugh…. Sorry?”

The fear in him was evident, but upon hearing his apology Brooks laughed. Kay stepped forward before running her hand along he teens face.

“That was cute kid. Here… let me give you a little advice..”

Before anything else was said, we see Kaylyn’s knee coming into the teens gut doubling him over. As Kaylyn wrapped her arm around his neck, The Fixer had the camera turned off so no damage that would come to the young gentleman was shown on camera. 

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So this week it’s ben decided that I will go up against the crazy son of a bitch Scarface. Just what I was wishing for! A chance to step into the ring with a mad man who gets his rocks off by tossing people through tables. Have to say… some men hold onto grudges a lot longer than the women.

I have to say, its going to really suck for you Scarface. I mean… hell, do you really feel safe knowing all the possibilities that could happen when you step into the ring against me? How much of a pain in the ass would it be having to watch your back the whole match through? Hell! I can come down to the ring alone… but you know, someone is always watching. Are you ready for that? Are you prepared for all the things that might happen? Because not being prepared will cost you.

Natalie, that chick was prepared. It was rather hilarious with her thinking that her title was really in jeporady last week. Shit, that was all play to set up Neville for his match against Tyler Brooks, the World Heavyweight Champion. He is the ONE and ONLY and NO ONE! Not Shadow… no Sartyr.. NO ONE will take it away from him… unless he is ready to let someone enjoy a little lime light for a while. Not likely any time soon however. Sorry ladies and gents. Anywho, Natalie had me laughing thinking I was seriously wanting that title. Baby gurl… it was all about fucking with the head of Neville, and damn… as he watched you getting torn apart… and teamed up on… I am sure he sweat. Just like I am sure Tyler had him beat before that punk ass husband of yours came down.

Ah, fuck this shit.. I don’t know why I waste my time posting anything for these fans to read. Time to sign the fuck out!

Kaylyn James Evans

The screen went blank before the camera was pulled back and Kaylyn was seen laying there in the bed using a laptop. Closing the computer she lifted it before putting it onto the bedside table. Seeing Tyler walking in with ice cream in his hands she smirked.

“Figured I would bring a treat.”

“Mm, looks good.”

“It is… but its missing something.”

He stated. As she tilted her head he walked over and lifted a spoonful up before tilting it to the side letting the cold desert drop onto her stomach as her shirt was pulled up around her ribs a bit. She sucked in slightly upon impact before sighing as his lips came to cover the ice cream. As he ate his desert, he lifted his head smirking. 

“That’s perfect. I thought that was what I was missing.”

Kaylyn laughed softly before the camera was turned off once more, and the two were left to be alone.