Breakdown 10-21-21 #2
October 7
Toronto
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Fucking Trios, am I right? In years past I had been lucky to be teamed with people that while I didn't exactly like, I didn't hate them, either. This year though? Ace Fucking Marshall. The man who was trying to nose himself and his fake girlfriend into a Tag Title rematch, when he didn't even face Tommy and me in the first place! We made our feelings on the matter perfectly clear when I suggested the Jackals have some fun with Infamous. Is that what they're called anymore? Ace, Autumn, Lexy, the Japanese Wonder... that bunch of assholes. Lexy's Tools? There we go. Min needed a distraction from trying to murder everyone in sight thanks to Cannon, so I gave her something else to fight. We jumped the bunch of them and made our point. Stay out of our way. I'm not sure they really got the message though, they seem a little hard headed, we may have to try again. Makes Trios more than a little awkward, but if I have to play nice with fuckface to win a contract, I can do it. I've done far worse for much less.
After the show was over, I decided to put my focus on my other Trios partner, the one that seemed to be much more easily manipulated – Ricky James. Or whatever the hell his real name is. Ricardo... something? Who knows, I'll just call him Ricky. He hadn't been on the show, but I knew he was there. I saw his lackeys Lucy and Rudy creeping around backstage. I told Tommy my idea, asked a few questions, and was directed to the Silent Minority locker room. I found it weird it was still called that even though Ricky gave up acting like a blue-blooded American. But, not my problem or concern. I had only one concern when I knocked on that door... doing whatever it took to get that Trios contract, and maybe even two.
The door opened, and Ricky looked at me in abject confusion.
“Um.... hi? Can I help you?”
“I hope so, partner.”
“Excuse me?”
“Have you not been paying attention to the show? We're Trios partners.”
“I haven't, sorry. Lucy has been going over some things and.... well, you probably don't care. Who is our other partner?”
“Is that really important? I'm here to go over things with you, he isn't.”
“He, who? It is important, if we're going to have to work together.”
I sighed. “Fine. Ace Marshall. But-”
“Ace?! Ay Dios mío... you hate each other!” Ricky put a hand on his forehead, somewhat dramatically.
“That's why... I'm focusing on you first. Aren't you gonna invite a lady in?”
“Oh.. of course.” He stepped back to let me in the room. Also inside were Lucy and Rudy. Lucy I think is his wife, or business partner, or both? I can't tell. And Rudy is the slimy lawyer. Both of them seemed to be behind the whole “Proud American” bullshit that Ricky has given up. Lucy stood up when I walked in. I clearly threatened her.
“What can we do for you, Ms.... er, Kandis?”
“You? Nothing. I'm here to talk to Ricky. Partner to partner.”
The slimy dude cleared his throat. “Now, now, I'm not sure I can recommend allowing this to take place without witnesses, we saw what you and your Jackals did earlier-”
“Do you really think I'd come here to kick his ass, when I need him to win contracts? Do you think before you speak?”
Rudy pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his brow. “I... uh... er..... suppose not.”
“Lucy, Rudy... it's alright. I will speak to her in private. Please.”
The two glanced at each other, then Lucy nodded. “Alright. We won't be far.”
“Thank you.”
Lucy and Rudy left the room. After the door shut, I locked it behind them, then turned back to Ricky. He stepped back.
“Why did you lock the door?”
“Gotta make sure no one trying to hear our strategy can just walk in.”
“Right. So, you have strategy ideas?”
“Something like that. I think its obvious that Ace and I are basically oil and water, because we want the same thing. Tag Title rematch.”
“That's true, but wouldn't that make you work better together, because if we win, we all get a contract?”
I smirked. “While that is true... I'm not sure I want Ace to have a contract, even if it means I get one, too. We would be even, both have a chance to get what we want. I don't like that, Ricky. I need to have the upper hand here. Now... if I had two contracts, I could stay ahead of his one.”
Ricky looked me up and down, placing his hand on his chin. “So what you're saying is... you want my contract if we win.”
“You... are a lot smarter than people give you credit for.”
“Then you must understand that I wouldn't just give away something I worked for, especially an opportunity like those contracts promise. No one in their right mind would.”
“I wouldn't ask you to just give it to me... you're right, that wouldn't be fair. I'm offering a fair trade.” I smirked again, and took a step closer, fingering the braid in my hair hanging over my shoulder.
“And uh... what would that be, exactly?”
“You're a smart man.... I think you can figure it out.” I ran my other hand over my hip, making sure that side stuck out. Ricky's eyes darted all over, up and down my body, to my face, the floor, back to my face. If I hadn't been working the guy I'd have laughed.
“You, uh... know I'm married, right?”
“I'm willing to overlook that.”
“But what about-”
“Just tell her you lost in it in a bet. Or whatever you think will appease her when you go home without that contract.”
He looked me up and down again, then looked me in the eyes. “Do you really think I would give up everything that contract could bring me, for one night, while betraying my wife?”
“It doesn't have to be one night. I'm willing to negotiate. And hey, if you insist on your wife taking part, I can take one for the team.”
“What? No! She doesn't go that way... and honestly I didn't think you did.” Ricky shakes his head. “But that doesn't matter! How could you be so... matter of fact, about this? What about Tommy?”
“Please, my man knew what he was getting into with me. He knows how I get what I want. And what I want... is for our team to win those contracts, and for you to trade yours to me in exchange for... ” I ran my hands down my sides to my hips. “All of this.” I stepped closer and laid a hand on his chest. He looked down at it, and I felt him swallow nervously. I almost had him. “You know, I have to tell you how amazing it was to watch what you did.”
“What I did?”
“Yeah. Give up the act. Embrace who you truly are. I'm all about that, doll. No one should be ashamed to be who they are. Own that shit, you know? Seeing someone realize that and go for it.... how do you say “hot” in Spanish?”
“Uh... caliente...”
“That's it. It was caliente.” I dug my nails into his chest lightly. He clamped his hand over mine, and slowly pulled my hand back. I didn't think he wanted to, just felt like he had to.
“It would seem you know a lot about being caliente.”
“Oh, so you did notice?”
“I am a man, how could I not? But as for your offer.... I, um... I will take it under advisement.”
“You do that, doll. Two things. One... keep this between us. I don't need Lucy and Rudy trying to interfere with Trios team business.”
Ricky nodded. I wasn't sure I believed he wouldn't run straight to the both of them as soon as I left and spill. “And two?”
“Two... is keep this in mind while you think about it.” I pulled my hand out of his, and before he could stop me grabbed the side of his face and kissed him. He was stunned so I didn't get any reciprocation, but that was okay. “Consider that a free sample. Get back to me soon. Limited time offer, doll.”
I patted his cheek with a smirk, then let myself out of the locker room. I glanced back as I shut the door, and just as I suspected, Ricky had been watching my ass.
I had no idea if I'd fully convinced Ricky, but he hadn't immediately said no, so I walked away taking that as a win. If Ricky decided to agree to my offer... well, I'd just have to take one for the team. Literally.
Worth it, to keep ahead of Ace.
ON CAMERA
On a cream colored couch, lightly splattered with paint drops, we find Kandis seated comfortably, one leg curled up underneath her. In the background a large canvas on an easel can be seen, as well as a table filled with various paints, brushes, and a pile of dropcloth on the corner. The wall backdropping the whole scene is painted with artistic renditions of Kandis and Tommy Valentine's faces, Tommy's complete with facepaint he sometimes wears to the ring. It's clearly Kandis' art studio, and the wall was more than likely painted bu her. Kandis has her hair up in a messy bun, wearing a bright green halter top and black cut off shorts, barefooted. She stretches her arms out on the back of the couch comfortably as she begins.
I could sit here and start this off by yelling at the injustice and the audacity of being made to team with a man who's trying to take me and Tommy's Tag Title rematch out from under our noses, and another man who can't seem to get anywhere without being led by the nose. But... I'm not gonna do that. First of all, because I understand what the word “random” means.... but more importantly? I'm looking at this whole situation as a gift.
Yeah, you heard me. A gift.
I have a chance to get through this thing and actually win, walking out with one of those sexy contracts. Ace Marshall has won this, just last year. He knows how to get it done. Ricky James... well, his habit of doing what other people tell him to do can be a big help in this case. Just follow directions, doll. And me? Well... everyone already knows that there isn't much I won't do to get what I want. However you read into that statement... you're probably right.
The three of us face what looks like a pretty strong team in the first round. Cid Turner, current World Champion. Selena Frost, former World Champion. And Purity Pixie.... okay I can't find anything decent to say about her, sorry. But two out of three is pretty good, right?
That's where you'd be wrong. There is a massive difference between the two teams, and that difference is why this team is going to advance. The three of us are real. And the three of them are fake.
Kandis unfolds her leg and sits up straight, then shrugs.
I said what I said.
These three clowns might be pretty good at fooling a lot of people, but none of them fool me. I'll start with the odd woman out, Purity Pixie. She's obviously pretending the entire time she's in the ring... cause pixies don't actually exist. Not only that, she hides her face. I know Tommy and me wear our Jackals masks when we need to, but you still know who the fuck we are.
But it gets worse. Much worse. Let's talk about the World Champion. Cid Turner, a man who pretends that Asher Hayes is his best friend because he refuses to admit to himself that Asher is using him. A man who pretends that Holly Adams has a purpose in his life other than also using him for publicity. I can't say he's pretending to be a champion, since he did actually beat Selena rather than stumble into it like a few months ago, but that's not really enough to not be a fake.
And speaking of Selena.... come on! This woman is the biggest fake in SCW! She's out here every fucking week pretending she's a good person, pretending she gives a shit about the fans, pretending she does everything for them instead of herself. Look at how she pretended to give a shit about the Tag Titles for Regan when Frozen Hell put Tommy and me through actual hell and managed to one up us... only to never squeak one word about the titles again after they lost! They were just a means to and end for Selena.... but for me and Tommy? The Tag Team Championships are the end.
That's why I'm determined to do anything and everything it takes to get my team through every other team in our way and come away with that contract. I'm not even gonna pretend to be vague about what I'm gonna do with it. Y'all know what I want, and I'm not the one to play games. Myself and the two men on my team are the exact opposite of Cid, Selena, and Pixie.
We're real.
Kandis gets to her feet, standing in a sexy stance, left hip slightly out, her hand resting on it. The fact that her halter top is at least a size too small is quite apparent.
Look at me, right? Everyone in this company and every fan who watches us do what we do knows that with me, what you see is what you get. There's no fronting, no tricks, no pretending. I don't believe in that shit, people who pretend to be something they aren't are just cowards, because they think their true self isn't good enough. Fuck that, I know I am good enough! The only things fake about me are my tits, but at least I'm honest about it.
Putting her hands over her tits, Kandis shakes them a little, illustrating her point with a smirk. She lowers her hands and sits back down.
And what about Ricky James? Nothing fake about him either. There used to be... but he came to his senses and stopped pretending to be something he isn't. He's embracing who he really is, no matter what that slippery lawyer dude and the screeching woman want him to do. He's doing his own thing, as everyone should. Fuck what anyone else thinks, right? I told Ricky this to his face but I'll say it to everyone.... that was a hot move. This man came in here with a purpose and a mission and he got so sick of his own shit that he gave it up... to be himself. To be real. I may not like much else about the man but I have to respect that.
And finally... Ace Marshall, he's just about as real and true to himself as I am. He's never given a fuck what anyone thinks about him, he does what he wants, when he wants, and from what I hear, on some occasions, who he wants. He once accused me of being a female rip off of him, and you know what? There might be some truth to that. Ace is an inspiration to people like me who give no fucks and want to express that to the world. His reputation is a motherfucking textbook on how to tell everyone who hurls shit at you to kiss your ass. I was a fan of wrestling for years before I started training, I knew all about Ace's antics. And, maybe, subconsciously... he inspired me to not listen to every motherfucker with a comment about something that makes zero impact on their life.
Don't like how I look? Don't look at me.
Don't like my pictures on Twitter? Unfollow me.
Don't like my openness about my sexuality? Pull the stick out of your ass.
Honestly, I think the only reason Ace and I aren't friends, is because we both want the same thing. He came after my spot. He made a choice at Rise to Greatness to back out of the Tag Title match to focus on the World Championship match. I don't have a problem with that. I do have a problem with him and Autumn trying to nose their way into the Connection's rematch.... when he wasn't even in the match Autumn lost! That's not a rematch, doll. But hey... if it wasn't for that tiny little issue... yeah, I could see us hanging out. So I'm gonna do my best to put that aside until Under Attack so we can get this fucking thing done.
Sitting back once more, Kandis crosses her legs on the couch and stretches her arms across the back again.
I know I have a reputation for not always really giving a fuck about winning. The last few years when I've been in Trios, or Taking Hold of the Flame, my goal was to either stop someone else from winning, or just cause trouble. Sometimes that's the goal on a Thursday night Breakdown when the Jackals have bigger plans and a more important statement to make. This time though?
Winning is the statement.
Kandis leans forward a little, her legs still crossed, her hands resting on her thighs.
Taking this tournament and stuffing that sexy contract down my cleavage for safekeeping is the guaranteed way for Tommy and me to get back what belongs to us. Sure, he's in a Trios team too and if his team wins, then the same thing happens. But... I am done with being considered the weaker half of the Connection, the tagalong to the Jackals. Everyone watching this, including Tommy, needs to understand that no matter how much I love him, if I have to put him down myself next week to get my team through to the finals and on to Trios Winners... I'll fucking do it. I need to be the one who wins this. I have said too many times that I'm sick of being an afterthought, of being overlooked and underestimated. It's long past fucking time that I'm the one everyone is talking about after a major event! That I am the one getting her hand raised in victory, after leaving everything I have in the ring!
Kandis jabs a finger into her chest for emphasis.
It's time for me to make a statement.. by winning.
The fact that Ace and Ricky also win when I do is just a bonus for them.
Kandis shrugs, then smirks as she leans back once more before the video cuts.
Tommy cut the camera off and set it in his lap, he was seated across from me while filming.
“So... you're the realest one but you just lied through your teeth about Ace? I know you can't stand that motherfucker.”
I shrugged. “I have to make him believe I respect him, stroke that massive ego of his. All the easier to get him to be a team player.”
“And then if you guys win? Who exactly do you owe what, exactly?”
“It's probably better if you don't ask too many questions, babe.” I smirked again. Tommy just chuckled and shook his head.
“I'll take your word for that. Now... what's this about putting me down?”
“Oh, I do that all the time. This time it would be in public.”
He looked me up and down, and I knew what the look on his face meant.