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Scene 2- Tossed and Turned.

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The waves crashed to the shore while laughter floated from the beach. Sophia stumbled forward, arms caught themselves around the figures neck. She exhaled staring up into his hazel eyes, the color more faded green tonight. Abruptly she lunged up pressing their lips together, he stiffened but squeezed her close. After a while, Sophia pushed back. The woman suddenly groggy from the alcohol running through her system as she collapsed down….

Harsh sunlight came through the blinds to heat up Sophia’s face. She groaned, yanked the blankets up to block the sunlight but the warmth of the covers worsened things. Finally all the blankets were flung from the bed as she rolled to the furthest side to escape the sun. The brunette groaned while her body curled in a tight ball to ease the headache. A delicious aroma wafted from outside the door. The woman reached down for her phone to open Twitter. Evan was quick to answer back to her, which wasn’t a surprise considering he was most likely still in the apartment. After a short conversation between the two Sophia hopped up from the bed trading shirts before walking out. Evan had cooked them breakfast. Shockingly enough he greeted the woman with a beaming smile. His mood almost instantly eased the pain in her head.

Last night had been a whirlwind of emotions for Evan, confusion, happiness, and...frustration, yet he stood in the kitchen in the best mood he’d been in for years. Making breakfast. It wasn’t the first time he found himself preparing a meal for Sophia and himself, but something felt different about it now. Like things between the two of them had changed ever so slightly. He had just finished plating up the food when Sophia had entered the kitchen, her tired eyes making him smile. “Soph! Good morning. I know, I know, you feel pretty horrible. Hangovers do that…” he had a sense of excitement in his voice with just a hint of concern, “But this’ll help. Trust me!”

It couldn’t be helped because his mood was infectious and caused Sophia to smile. “Thank you, Evan… It smells good.” It also made her stomach growl with hunger instead of ache with nausea. She was quick to take a plate and waddle back into the living room to sit on the floor. The plate was balanced on her legs while she ripped pieces of the pancake before eating them. Evan had been right they were slightly burned but it was still good. Perhaps in need of some syrup that Sophia did not have. The bacon was perfect. Sophia was quick to consume most of the food. “This… This is so yummy.”

Evan was quick to follow her into the living room, sitting down opposite her with his own plate and a bottle of syrup. He smiled at her, his eyes glancing down at her rapidly emptying plate. He pushed the syrup in her direction with a chuckle, “Careful tiger, don’t want you to choke. It’s not THAT good, right?” He shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth, chewing it down quickly. After the night the pair had, this was a well deserved meal. Pancakes and bacon could cure everything.

Sophia wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “... I can’t remember the last time someone has made me breakfast…” With a tilt of the head memories resurfaced from the past. The last time had been when she was with her parents… It hadn’t ended well. Of course, nothing with her parents ever seemed to end well. Sophia inwardly winced trying to forget it. Quickly she stood up, silently taking the plate to the sink and setting it down. Her voice wobbled. “It was so good… Evan… really.”

“Well...good.” Evan scarfed down the last bit of his food but stayed seated on the floor. He couldn’t help but feel that Sophia was upset, yet again...but often, she wouldn’t talk about it, not with him at least. After a few moments of waiting, he pulled himself up to his feet and deposited his plate in the sink, preparing to handle the dishes. “So what’s on the agenda today, Soph?” He tried remaining cheerful as he started the water, scrubbing away at the plates and pans that littered the sink. He was still riding on cloud nine, he wanted her to stay on the same level.

Sophia didn’t budge from his side as the water served to keep her focused on the current instead of the past. It was too late. Memories of the past flashed past like pictures in a slideshow. There were a lot of broken plates, a lot of yelling, a lot of it being all of her fault. It was her fault. It was her disease. It was always her fault… Sophia swallowed a built lump in her throat. “I do have a photoshoot to do with my title… but I think that is it. I need to remember to prepare more for my match.” She paused. “Oh, thank you for training with me the other day!” Another smile slowly appeared again.

Evan pushed aside his concern as best he could, rinsing off a plate with little care. He focused on her eyes, and his concern was finally lifted with her smile. She always looked so beautiful when she did. “Anytime. It hurt, I don’t know how you do this every week. Maybe I’m just old, ‘eh?” He laughed, but it was true. Getting his ass kicked was one thing, but stepping into a firm wrestling ring with heavy ropes..it wasn’t all that pleasing. “But a photoshoot? Sounds girly.”

Sophia’s smile refused to falter at this point. She turned around to lean against the counter. “I’m surprised it wore you out as much as it did… I mean you always come back beaten up.” This almost caused a shift in the mood but the brunette didn’t let silence fill in after it was said. She didn’t want to be upset… It was possible that if she was then Evan would become upset as well. “It is a little girly… I don’t mind dressing up though and I want people to know that I do take this title seriously. I might not flaunt it as often but perhaps I need to. Why not show that i’m proud of it?”

Evan shrugged, his eyebrow raised. He chose to ignore the former statement, instead smiling at the latter. He shut the water off and dried off his hands, turning to face Sophia full on while leaning against the sink. “I think that’s a good idea. You earned that title, you’re a proud champion, a fighting champion right? Show the world. Like Mike Tyson, or Ali!” Boxing, that was all he got. He didn’t follow wrestling as closely as one would think given his few “friends” in the profession. “I’m really proud of you.”

“I am a fighting champion… I don’t think I should bite any ears off to prove a point.” Sophia tapped her index finger to her lip as if putting some actual thought into it. A chuckle left her lips, “Thank you. I’m… I’m proud of myself too. Even though they want to say that I don’t deserve the title because I took it… I guess it’s true. They were busy brawling outside the ring and I climbed up the ladder to take that title down..” Her shoulders shrugged.

Evan smiled with a nod in agreement. “Gotta be smart when people want to beat the hell out of you. We’re fighters, survivors, we can...well, mostly you, you use your head to get ahead.” He nodded again, very matter-of-factly. “They’re mad at you because you play the system better than they do. They’re mad that you’re better. I mean hell, you kicked my ass! Nobody kicks my ass. Much. Often.” Despite his seemingly natural talent for arriving at her door with stab wounds or worse, he didn’t lose in a fight often. She bested him multiple times in the gym, his pride taking a small hit. “You’re really great at what you do.”

Sophia’s eyes were aimed down on the floor, a very inquisitive look on her features while she absorbed this words. Evan was right. It caused a smile to appear along with a surge of pride. She did, in fact, outsmart the system of how they expected her to be. They wanted to see an Extreme champion be foolish-- to rush head first into battle but that was not how Sophia would hold the title. She won it but it seemed people couldn’t handle that. “I am…!” She finally exclaimed. “They are in for a big surprise come Revolution.” Their eyes met which caused a strange heat to flush her cheeks. Ever since last night Evan looked at her… differently. Sophia couldn’t put her finger on it. Sophia tore her gaze away before turning back to the living room. “Umh… You don’t have any… jobs… coming up do you? I mean any time soon?”

Evan couldn’t help but smile, nodding along with her confident words...but things changed when their eyes met for what felt like the first time this morning. He shook the odd feeling off, watching her turn her attention elsewhere. “Small ones. Local ones, nothing that involves me going too far. Tampa being the furthest, why?” He took a few steps closer to her, bending slightly to look at her at eye level. “You don’t like when I have to go, huh?”

There was no heat this time because now thoughts of how he might return consumed her thoughts. “... I don’t like the state you return in.” Sophia’s eyebrows scrunched up forming a look of sudden concern. The words slipped out, “I’m scared one day you might not come back.” A skittish urge struck down her spine and as quick as she could she hurried to the room to gather some laundry. Anything to keep her from running out of the apartment. Anything to keep her moving.

Evan stood dumbfounded, his eyebrow raised in pure confusion. He waited a few moments before trailing behind Sophia, watching her gathering her laundry, a few of his shirts in the mix. He hesitated for a brief moment, she was right after all. He never knew when he’d come back, or if he even would. He wouldn’t be the first casualty in his line of work, but admittedly, not many were as good as he was. He took a few short steps toward her, then pulled her up to her feet. “Sophia...look..I get scared, too. For you, for me. We’re both in dangerous lines of work. You have a lot of people gunning for you, with that title around your waist..and I just happen to be involved with a lot of bad people.” He sighed wrapping his arms around her shoulders, embracing her tightly. “But I’ll promise you something, right here, right now. I’ll come back to you, no matter what. You don’t have to worry about that.”

The clothes kept them apart but Sophia’s face pressed into the fabric of his shirt. Her work wasn’t dangerous. What could happen to her? They could injury her, break her career but she’d still be living… Perhaps, broken down but alive. Evan is involved with bad people so how could he promise that? How could he be sure? Sophia’s eyes brimmed with tears as she released the clothes letting them pile between them. Both arms quickly coiled around Evan’s waist. It switched. Sophia wanted to shove Evan away because it would be better for the two of them. What if he returned hurt and she hurt him!? What if the snap of anger made her yell at him? Evan wasn’t like Devin. He vanished. Was that why it was different with him? “I…” Sophia felt like running. This time she could avoid it. “I-I… can’t.” She gasped with both hands removed themselves. Sophia took quick steps backwards then raced towards the door. It flew open and slammed against the wall with a loud thud. Sophia hurried up the stairs as fast as she could to the roof. It was fresh air. It was space. The brunette stumbled on the last few steps but the heavy metal door opened up letting her spill out onto the roof. On hands and knees the female crawled until she was in the center. Sophia stopped letting tears flood down her cheeks.

Evan stood alone in the bedroom, his boots buried in dirty laundry. Everything in his mind told him to go after her, calm her down, make her smile again, but he wasn’t sure if he could. She couldn’t believe him, and why would she? Knife wounds, bullet holes, bites, scrapes, bruises… He rarely ever returns to her without countless injuries. But everything he was as a person told him to go, and so he did. He took off out of the room, running after her. He, loudly, climbed the stairs to the roof two at a time, nearly falling at the top of the staircase, but the door caught him. He stood for a moment, waiting, debating.. In the end, cracking open the door to see Sophia sitting, tears streaming down her face. He slowly walked up behind her, sitting down, resting his back against hers. “You know, my job is chasing people. Hey pretty girl, could you stop crying?”

Sophia tugged her knees up. The jitters slowly faded away leaving her with strange hiccups. It was wheezy. The pressure of his back didn’t help nor did it worsen the mood. She wanted to speak but the words clogged. Somehow just his presence settled things down. The wind was loud and it almost hurt her ears but it was always wonderful up away from the world. A slow exhale left her lips. “...Sorry…” She mumbled in a half hearted attempted to speak. The weight of hopelessness felt completely consuming.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for.” Evan breathed deep, He was worried now, more than ever, that his chosen ‘career’ path could drive them apart. A gust of wind shook him, not with chill but contentment. Being close with her, no distractions, just...clarity. “Last night, you know, it was good. Really next level for us…” he laughed then laid back on the roof, so that he could look up into her eyes. “We should do it again sometime.”

Instant guilt; like a shot straight through her body. What would Devin think if he knew that they had been on the beach? It was almost like something sacred between the two of them… Their spot… Sophia didn’t mind being with Evan but her memory felt blurred. Trying to figure out what happened behind fog windows. “I…” Sophia glanced down at him. “Try what again?” It sounded like a coy tease but it was more of a serious question.

Evan chuckled softly, propping himself up on his elbow. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words stayed stuck in his throat. He couldn’t be sure if she was too drunk to remember, or if she was playing a game.. But he assumed the latter. With one quick movement, he leaned up fully, pressing his lips against hers softly.

Sophia flinched at the soft touch of his lips but didn’t pull away. Evan’s tenderness held her still and physically so when he reached up to rest a hand on the back of her neck. Sophia watched his closed eyes and then the kissed ended. Evan laid back down, satisfied, but she couldn’t shake a sense of dread. This made her heart want to spin in circles and made it want to be crushed under pressure. Sophia wanted to see Devin. She wanted to bend down and kiss Evan again. The woman laid down next to Evan. Their bodies turned in separate directions but their heads against next to one another. Deep brown eyes shut to close out the world.

Scene 3- Retaining The Extreme.

Ms. Melanie leaned back in the squeaky leather chair that groaned with the shift of weight. Her brown bob waved to the side, strands brushed against her cheek while across from her Sophia rested back into the overly stuffed couch with her head ducked down. This had been a last minute appointment. In fact, it was dark outside and the rest of the building was empty. So far the two of them had sat in silence. Sophia wheezed while a frozen touch pricked against her arms like when ice rain hit against bare skin. It continuously sent a chill down her spine while the female tried to figure on what emotion to portray. The only one that settled down was anger. The urge to scream dominated but nothing sounded from the brunette. There was another shake from the instant heat.

“Are you going to tell me what this is about Sophia?”

Her tone was as patient as ever, motherly almost. Sophia glanced up through locks of her hair that had fallen in front of her face.

“They don't understand. They don't understand. It's infuriating! I am going to show them what happens when they push against me... I am going to prove something to them that they won't soon forget. I won't stand by adsorbing their doubts or playing the innocent bystander. I should have stopped ages ago. I shouldn't have tried to make friends because all of them are selfish! They aren't worth trying to reach out to. None of them are worth it. They all think I'm too “soft” for them but how would they know?! Suppose I should have expect for them to be against me... I haven't paid any... dues.... None of that matters. No of it will matter....”

Ms. Melanie lifted her head up and straightened her posture. Sophia gripped the armrest in her hand as she leaned forward. Slowly her voice would grow louder.

“Zach will not receive this title again and Aiden will remain in the same spot he has been all along. I will not let them take this title from me! It is MY title! I do not care what Zach thinks he did because in the end I took what I had to. He can tell me “I'm nothing and only hold this title because he allowed it “-- but in reality he is just trying to wrap his mind around someone using their brain inside a match. They think they are wise but a title should not be solely judged as how hard a person hits. I know you aren't in wrestling but a title considered a joke is never a good thing. It will never be a good thing until someone makes it bigger. How is anyone suppose to respect a title around idiots waists? They throw their bodies into danger but I think an Extreme title should be around a person with a functioning brain and someone who can easily handle 'extreme' situations. Though I may be alone on my opinion it will be shown to them...”

Ms. Melanie tapped her pen against the clipboard. It was a sign she was thinking. Sophia slowly reclined back into the couch both hands wrapped up in the dark locks.

“Sophia, there is nothing wrong with passion however--”

“I don't want any advice. I want you to take me off my pills.”

Ms. Melanie set the pen flat onto the clipboard then folded her hands together.

“No.”

Sophia narrowed her eyes then stood up so she could remove something from her pocket. The pill bottle held out towards the woman.

“Take me off them! I don't need them but if I refuse them then I know you will take it as a mental break and lock me away again! You can't do that! I don't want them. Take. Me. Off!”

She shouted but Ms. Melanie remained completely unaffected by the outburst.

“The answer will remain where it stands. I cannot, with good conscience, take you off those pills. Each time someone has taken you off it has had a lot of negative effects.”

Sophia stared down at the bottle with all of its little white pills inside before her head nodded. This battle was useless because she would always lose it. If she fought too hard they'd send her back to the madhouse. It was gripped in her hand before the woman headed towards the door.

“Okay... Okay... I'm... going home.”

Ms. Melanie began to protest but it was ignored. The brunette kept the bottle in her hand as she exited the building. The was no turning back. With a quick flick of her wrist the bottle sailed right into the trash can...

Scene 4- Christmas Wishes For You.

Sophia sat by her small tree and carefully ripped off the wrapping of the few gifts she had. A few of them from Levi, Doctor Nighma, and Ms. Melanie. Devin had promised her a late gift because he had been so busy with work and then spending the day with family; she understood. It almost gave her a bit more time to find him the perfect gift... Something special but the idea hadn't hit her yet. Nothing saw in store windows seemed to fit. The same had gone for Evan... What could she possibly give the two? Sophia tried to not think about them as a duo or even at the same time. It ended with soul shattering guilt....

A brand new sketch pad! Levi always knew what Sophia needed. She wasn't a particular picky person when it came to gifts. Practical ones were always her favorite. Levi had given her a new paint brushes, sandals for summer time, and now a sketch pad. The older one was now filled up with random drawings and painting. Sophia set it down then sat back admiring the gifts. A new book from Dr. Nighma, a beautiful scarf and calming bath soaps from Ms. Melanie. Some people might pity her but Sophia felt loved by just the little she had been given.

Her eyes glanced around when something small caught her eye. It was just a small silver box with a little black bow on top. With her thumb and index finger she lifted it up. Sophia scooted backwards and tied the bow with a gentle tug. The ribbon was set off the the side while she opened up the box up. Inside was a folded up note. When it was removed there was a ring. It was silver with two intertwining circles in the center with two small gems on either side. On the inside of the band was the engraving “ A promise is forever.” Sophia felt her heartbeat in her throat. A light feeling hurt her skull but made her whole stomach flutter. The box was set down on her lap as she glanced to the note. The paper was easily unfolded and neat hand writing caught her brown orbs.

Dear Sophia,

Life kinda sucks, huh? Working through Christmas. I promise I won't get too beat up. Anyways, I got you a present, just something small, but big things come in small packages. It took me a while to think about what I should get you. I went from cheesy to outrageous. I mean you're hard to shop for. I was about ten minutes away from buying you a damn sweater.
Then I remembered something. I made a promise to always come back to you, and I thought, hey maybe just coming back would be a great gift. Coming back was out of the question so I had to do the next best thing. A reminder that you're not going to lose me. I hope you like it. I have a feeling you will.

Merry Christmas, Sophia. I love you

Ev.

A tear dripped down her cheek as she wiped it away while removing the ring from the box. It fit perfectly. The brunette hurt. A weight made it difficult to even breathe. Sophia tugged her knees up to her chest while her eyes focused forward. A soft whisper left her lips for only her to hear but somehow it would reach him...

“Merry Christmas Evan.”

Scene 1- Brilliance Where you Least Expect.

“And joining us today is ECWF's Extreme Champion Sophia Halter!”

The man has a wide smile as he gestures to the side where Sophia Halter exits from backstage wearing the Extreme Championship belt around her waist over a tight fitting black shirt and fluffy red skirt. The brunette waves towards the live audience and cameras while they cheer.

“Hello.”

Sophia smiles as she unstraps the belt from waist setting it onto a side table before she takes a seat. The two of them wait for the clapping to silence before he speaks.

“Wow! So how does it feel to be the Extreme Champion?”

“Is... It suppose to feel different?”

“I have no idea. I'm afraid I've never had a title before.”

He laughs and Sophia tilts her head to the side.

“Well... It is a bit of a change for me because I have never held a title before either.”

He leans forward a little surprised by the news as she chuckles.

“Wow, you certainly wear it like an old friend. I take that this is a big deal for you?”

The obvious question seems to pull a genuine smile from the woman. He waits beaming and Sophia shifts in the chair.

“Yeah.. It is. I've never believed that I could honestly hold a title but winning it changed my mind. I feel... protective over it.”

“As any champion should be! Tell us, how are you feeling going into your first title defense?”

““I'm... Focused. More focused than I have been lately. Being a fighting champion there is little else that deserves my effort. This belt is so important to me so I'm going to show them that not only am I intelligent enough to take this title but also strong enough to defend it. Zach and Aiden will not take this belt away from me without a fight. If I have to be taken out on stretcher then that is how it will happen. I will do everything in my power to retrain this Extreme Championship belt. I am confident. They are expecting me to lose the title because I'm not their standard 'Extreme' Champion. I'm unorthodox and I think it has a lot to deal with how I won the title. Most people could tell me that I cheated or took an easy way out. I did what I had to. There was an opportunity that was taken so I'd like to believe that it was quite intelligent of me. 'Moose' wants to take credit, he wants to tell me that I'm only where I am because of him but how would he know that? I could have beaten Adam. Zach interfered, which was his own choice, and it resulted in the belt coming to a new type of Extreme Champion. He's upset. He's throwing around insults trying to downplay me. He doesn't know a thing about me.”

The man arches a brow.

“Excuse me for backtracking but what do you mean by 'new type'?”

“I've heard that this title is a joke. I don't think the roster takes it seriously. I blame the past Champions for not wearing the title with more pride. No one should ever disown their own title. No one should ever allow their title to become a joke. If the belt around your waist cannot be taken seriously then you are not fit to be a champion. This isn't something so unheard of and shouldn't be a revelation. The past Extreme Champions may have held this title but look what it has become! Something people pass along just to have it... It's pathetic. So when I hear Moose or any of the other ones try to act like they did something big by 'holding it' well... I find it very disheartening. Is that all they want to be known for? I don't.”

“Well, let's talk more about that. You are facing Zach Burton and Aiden Corvis, what are you thoughts about the two of them?”

“I've said enough about Zach-- He is a joke who did nothing but wear this belt around his waist and smashes things. I'm going to knock his classless ass down a peg. As far as Aiden is concerned... I'm actually looking forward to facing him in the match. From what I've observed he is a tough competitor. He puts a lot of himself into each match. A bit humbled than the rest of us, I think. That doesn't mean that he'll walk out Champion though. Despite the good things he is sorely lacking in just what it is going to take to keep this championship. He focuses more on his personal life than what is staring in front of him and it's obvious that his girlfriend is a large distraction... It worries me. I don't want to be beaten by someone who can't treat this belt the way it should be...”

“That sounds like a very legitimate concern for any champion these days. Do you have anything else you would like to share with us?”

“I think I've said everything that needs to be said... Guess to really drill it in... I am going to retain and those two have no chance at taking it away from me. I am walking in that match Extreme Champion and I am walking out Extreme Champion.”

Her lips twist into a strange smile but it goes unnoticed by the gentlemen because he looks back towards the camera with a smile of his own.

“Well, we all look forward to seeing it! Ladies and Gentleman, Sophia Halter!”