History of Kaylyn J. Evans

"If there is one thing I can not stop thinking about, its what happened at World Wide Wrestling. When Neville Sheldon knocked on my door, and wanted to be the bigger man...." 

The laugh of Kaylyn could be heard, and it was evident the man she was speaking of was nothing but a joke to her.

"..Sorry, got lost for a moment. There is nothing about Neville that is big. Anyway, him wanting to bury the hatchet, and put everything behind us.... please. Did he seriously think some shit like that would work? The jerk has been running his mouth for well over a year, and he thinks I will just shake hands and be done with it? Pathetic. I know he thinks I am nothing but a whore, but really... that just goes to show that he might not be as smart as people think he is."

When we finally catch site of Kaylyn, she is standing there painting on a wall. The view is from the side and we can not quite see what it is she has done, or is working on. Without paying attention to anything or anyone else, she continues on undisturbed. 

"Than we have his partner, who is nothing but a druggie who is looking for anyway he can to make a dime. Hey, gotta have the money for the bitches, hoes, and drugs right? See, now if only what happened in ones life outside of the arena actually mattered. Nope, once in the arena, the only thing that matters is getting into the ring, and putting up a good fight. Not only that... but getting home again in one piece. I can not really say that will happen this week. 

This week in the Main Event on Warzone will be some great competitors. The World Champion, Chase. The Warzone Champion, Neville. The Invasion 4 winner, as my partner, DTR. And than there is Me. I honestly feel bad for DTR having me as a partner, at the same time... I don't lack skill in the ring as much as some might think. I have proven I can do what needs to be done when I feel like it. What DTR needs to worry about... is if I give a damn this week. Truth be told... only thing I am after, is blood."

Kaylyn turns her head to the side, eyes glazed over as she looks towards the camera and smirks before slowly turning back and continuing as she was before.

"Neville, are you freaking out right now? Are you having a panic attack knowing who you are stepping into the ring against, and with? We all know about your phobias. I have got to say, this will be quite amusing to me. To see you step into the ring just a week after winning the Warzone Championship... do me a favor, hold it high in the air... tell me if it hurts. If it don't... I can say it will after this week... your arm, is my target in this match. If I have things going my way.. you will leave the arena only to head to the hospital this time. Trust, I wanted nothing more than to send you packing for a while. 

Watch yourself this week Neville. If you make it to the ring... DTR and myself will know how to get to you. We all know where to attack right now, and it will be the focus. Good luck making it out of the match in one piece."

Kaylyn had a girly giggle escape her before she continued. 

"As far as the other one goes... Chase. Really, all this shit is doing is going to his head even more. Quite alright though. Maybe we will get lucky and he will pull a shadow, but he won't be as lucky and survive."

"That was harsh."

"Who said I was trying to be nice? This is not about being nice. I don't give a damn about any of these people anymore. They sit there and run their mouths too much. Hell, some get to know who you are, and still trash talk you the second you are not backing them up one hundred percent. It's pointless to give a rats ass anymore. If you think about it, when it comes to this business, there are no opponents. Nothing is civil. We have to pick them apart every chance we can, treat one another like pieces of trash, and when we step into the ring with whoever our competition is that week, hope we had enough of a mind advantage against them before out wrestling them and walking away not giving a damn about what we did in the ring."

Kay tossed the brush down and bent over picking a rat up and holding it by its tail watching as it squirmed around trying to get free. She laughed softly while reaching into her back pocket with her free hand and pulling something out.

"It's a game of kill, or be killed. Let's face it... I am ready to start killing."

Without any other words Kaylyn pushed a blade up from within her hand and sliced the rat down the center before laughing. Dipping her blade into the blood she ran it over the image she was working on just moments before. Satisfied with her work she dropped the rat and kicked it aside before walking away, after picking up the doll. The camera focused on the wall and there was an image of Neville with a rope around his neck having hung himself, and Chase with a needle sticking out of his arm passed out, to be assumed dead.  Down in the corner was the letters K.J.E in the rats blood. 

Kay was not lying, she was out for Blood