Breakdown 9-16-21 #2
August 13
Santa Barbara
The Starmaker
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Friday the thirteenth, motherfuckers! The Starmaker was having a special in celebration of the unlucky/lucky day, depending on how one chose to look at it. There was a hot DJ, two for one shots, and yours truly barely dressed in a leather mini-skirt and halter top while I played bartender. Apparently we sell more beer when I'm serving. About an hour into the night, my phone buzzed in my cleavage. I checked, and it was a text from Coral – she was coming up from the Hills to have some drinks and hang out. I looked around the main bar area looking for Tommy, and saw him in the corner speaking to the DJ. As he walked away, a White Zombie song started. I smirked as he walked towards me.
“You do know that Friday the thirteenth isn't like Halloween, right?”
“It is in my club!” Tommy laughed.
“If you say so baby.” I smirked. He gave me a quick kiss across the bar. “So um... Coral just texted me, she's coming.”
Tommy backed away and grinned. “Great. It's good that you two are spending so much time together. I know you were skeptical when you found out about her.”
“Turns out that sometimes, giving a person a chance works out.”
“I wouldn't know anything about that...” He smirked again. I stuck my tongue out playfully. “Hey now, don't put that thing out there if you don't plan on using it.”
I curled my finger in a 'come here' motion. Tommy leaned over. I ran mu tongue over his lips, and smirked. “That's a promise for later.”
“Can't wait.” He then pointed at the bar, I had customers waiting.
About thirty minutes later, my sister walked into the Starmaker, in all her glory. Dressed in a silver minidress that was skin-tight, with white strappy stiletto's, she reminded me of myself when I used to go clubbing looking for a random fuck. It still unnerves me a little for the first second or two when I see her, how much she looks like me. Product of growing up with literally no one blood related and never seeing anyone that even slightly resembled me for my whole life, until I found Corey, Sydney, Gail, and now Coral. I gestured to Thomas, who was working the bar with me, that I was stepping away for a moment. He nodded and I walked out from the bar and met Coral about halfway across the room. She went in for a hug, and I took it. It wasn't even awkward anymore.
“Hey sista! Holy shit you are looking fire tonight!”
“You're lighting it up yourself. What are you drinking tonight?”
“Same thing I always drink... tequila.”
“More proof we're related... that's my favorite.”
We both smirked as we headed to the bar. The DJ announced he was taking a twenty minute break, so the noise level was lower than usual as Coral sat at the bar and I resumed my place behind it. I poured her two shots of Avion Anjeo tequila, and one for myself. We clinked shot glasses and hit it.
“Goddamn that shit's good!”
“That's why it's one of our best sellers.”
Just then Tommy came behind the bar, sliding his hand around my waist. “Hey, you giving away the good stuff?”
“Only to you.” I smirked. Tommy gave Coral a nod of greeting.
“Hey, glad you came.”
“I hear that a lot.” Coral smirked. I snickered.
“Girl, same.” We laughed. Coral then licked the rim of her shot glass, then the inside. It was almost sensual.
“This is definitely the good stuff. But I promise I'll pay my tab. I don't need anymore freebies.”
“More?”
“You know... all the drinks you supplied at the pool party?”
“Right, that. I uh, apparently got plastered and unfortunately don't remember much of it.”
Coral pouted. “Oh... that's a real shame. I had an excessively good time. And you were a very generous host. Cross my heart.” Coral drew an X over her chest, directly over her cleavage. Tommy watched, and seemed a little uncomfortable.
“Uh, I'll take your word for it.”
“You should definitely throw another party. I'd absolutely be down for that.” She smirked.
“We should! It'll be warm for a while yet, we could do a sort of... end of the summer bash. What do you think, baby?” I gave him a sultry grin. It usually works in getting what I want.
“We can talk about it. Maybe I won't get so fucked up this time and actually remember all the fun I apparently had!” Tommy ran his hand through his hair and laughed, but something was off about it. He'd been acting strange every time the party came up ever since the party, and I still hadn't found out where he'd disappeared to while I was busy in my studio with Ashley. I was afraid to ask, because what if he asked me where I was? And I wasn't ready to answer that.
“See? It could be like a do-over.” Coral seemed excited about that idea.
“We'll see. Depends on what else we have going on. Now if you'll excuse me ladies, I see an old friend across the room I should have a few words with.” Tommy gestured towards the door. I saw a man I didn't recognize giving Tommy a wave. I didn't bother asking who he was, Tommy would tell me later. He kissed my cheek before walking off, and I turned my attention back to Coral.
“You must have had way more fun than you're copping to.” I gave her an exaggerated wink.
“Maybe I did.” She downed her other shot.
“Okay. I knew everyone there. Spill it. Who did you fuck?!”
Coral laughed. “A lady doesn't kiss and tell.”
“Shut the fuck up, you're as much a lady as I am.”
We both laughed. Coral pulled an imaginary zipper across her lips. “I am sworn to secrecy. But I'll tell you this... he was fucking fantastic.”
“You do know that eventually I'm gonna figure it out, right?”
“Oh, I hope so.” She smirked again, highly amused.
I saw customers waving to get my attention, so I reminded myself I was technically working and served orders. As I worked, I thought about everyone at the party. I knew she hadn't been with Ashley, because he was with me. Thomas had Tory, and Gable was with Harmony. So that meant, whichever one of them Coral got into bed, had cheated on their girl. No wonder she wouldn't tell me! After I slid a bottle of Sam Adams to a young guy and saw that no one else needed anything for the moment, I went back to Coral.
“Okay. I figured it out.”
“What?”
“Why you won't tell me who you fucked at the party.”
Coral laughed. “Are you sure about that?”
“Well it's obvious. Whoever it was, cheated on someone. And you don't want to get them into trouble.”
Coral pouted her lips, then wagged a finger at me. “I'll have to remember how smart you are. Can't get anything past you.”
“Motherfucking right. And okay, I won't keep asking. Just... be careful, okay? Some of these people Tommy is friends with have really bad tempers.”
“I'm always careful, sista. Besides, I don't plan on it happening again. I just saw him... and had to have a taste.”
I laughed. “That, I can relate to. I'll forget you said anything.”
“That's probably for the best.” Coral held up one of her empty shot glasses and wiggled it, indicating she wanted another. I nodded, grabbed the bottle, and poured us each another two. Might as well have fun shooting with my sister while she was here, right? After we drank, I saw Tommy across the room, and he was watching us, with a strange expression on his face. Maybe he was just as unnerved by how much Coral and I looked alike as I was.
The DJ started up again, Coral and I had a few more shots together, talked shit about asshole customers, and had a good time. Tommy kept busy most of the night – restocking the bar, talking to people, and breaking up an altercation before it turned into an all out fight. Coral said her goodbyes to me and Tommy and left. Later she texted me that she got home okay. Much later when Tommy and I got home, we were both too tired from the busy night to do more than go to sleep.
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“Goddammit Kandis, I told you that you're mine now! What the fuck were you doing with that asshole?”
“Talking! Just talking, and anyway it doesn't matter, because I told you I don't belong to anyone!”
His large hand closed around my throat. “Yes you do. You. Are. Mine!” Then I'm shoved to the floor.
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I woke up, breathing hard and heart beating like I'd just finished a match. I sat up, holding my throat. It still hurt from the nightmare. I looked over at Tommy, sleeping peacefully. I didn't have the heart to wake him up, not for this, not when I couldn't explain. Instead, I forced the memory of Jackson out of my head, laid back down, and cozied up to Tommy, wrapping my arm around his waist. He leaned against me in his sleep. I held him tighter, telling myself it was just a fucking dream and my life is different now. Better.
ON CAMERA
Let's get the bullshit from last week out of the way early, right? I told you that just because I wasn't in the clusterfuck tag, didn't mean I wasn't going to be involved. I was there, everyone knew it, and after the bell rang, I rang Christy's fucking skull with my belt! She wanted to get involved in all of this, jump into a war that wasn't hers? Well I decided I needed to welcome her to the party in my own special way. I'm sure the four of you are going to be bragging your asses off, chests puffed out, that you won the match. Good for you, congratulations. You won a clusterfuck that means nothing in the bigger picture. What matters is what Minerva is going to do to Chris Cannon at Apocalypse. What matters is what Drake is going to do to Glory Braddock at Apocalypse.
What matters is that Tommy and me are the Tag Team Champions, and no matter who gets thrown at us at Apocalypse, we will still be Champions when it's over!
I have a feeling Lucas Knight and Christy Matthews are creaming themselves thinking about getting a shot, now that they've reformed their little Chaos team. But then we have Autumn Fucking Valentine and her yapping-dog manager Lexy Chapel trying to make plans about a rematch, but with Ace Marshall involved instead of the Japanese Wonder. We beat three other teams at the same fucking time, what makes anyone think that either of these teams one on one is going to rip these titles away from us?
Delusion, that's what, and I'm not talking about our road agent.
So tomorrow night I'm gonna go one on one with Ace Marshall, the man who should have been with his tag partner Autumn at Rise to Greatness, except he apparently had bigger things to deal with. Cause fuck working twice, right? Fuck holding up his end of their team, fuck responsibility when the World Championship is involved. It's always been about the World Championship for Ace though, hasn't it? All the other championships are beneath him apparently, cause he clearly doesn't give a fuck. I mean, he left Autumn high and dry, let himself be replaced by whatever the fuck her name is that Lexy dragged in just so Autumn wouldn't have to forfeit. I mean, Ace doesn't even care that this crazy bitch is running some kind of ridiculous story about him and Autumn being a thing, when anyone with a brain and a memory slightly better than a goldfish knows better! Nah, Ace has a one track mind, World Championship or bust.
Well. Bust, bitch.
Ace failed in spectacular fashion at Rise to Greatness, and now it seems like he's going along with all these plans of Lexy and Autumn's to secure a rematch. Here's the thing though... I know I said it a minute ago but it really needs to be repeated so even the learning impaired understand.
Ace Marshall doesn't care about the Tag Team Championships.
He's made that perfectly clear by fucking around with Shilo Valiant when Autumn and Lexy have been focused on the Tag Titles. They were pissed when Ace attacked Shilo! Why, because it was proof that Ace doesn't care about the Tag Titles. He wouldn't work twice at Rise to Greatness, I sure the fuck hope Lexy and Autumn don't expect him to work twice for Apocalypse, now that the card's advertising Ace versus Shilo in a Table's Match!
So what exactly are you hoping to accomplish with this match, huh? See Ace win, maybe help him fuck me over, just so you can claim rematch and shove the little arsonist in his place again? Because that worked so well for you last time, right?
Here's the thing I don't think you really understand. Ace beating me, in any manner whatsoever, doesn't mean fuck all as far as the Tag Titles go, because he wasn't even in the match! If you want a rematch bitch, bring your little Japanese stand in, she's the one who helped you fail. And leave Ace out of it, he doesn't deserve shit, he left you twisting in the wind when he thought he could get something bigger.
To me and Tommy though? There is nothing bigger than the Tag Team Championships. And I'll be fucked if I'm gonna let any of you use me to get a step up to getting a chance to try to take them back, no matter how utterly backwards your whole idea is! Ace didn't even care enough about them to help Autumn defend them, and he doesn't care about them now! He'd rather try to retire Shilo by finishing fucking up his knee.
I see what you're doing though, Ace. I really do. You're just happy to let these women tell you what to do, tell whatever story they want people to believe, because it's easy. I gotta tell you though, the four of you? Are the world's worst actors. But that's besides the point.... the point is that it doesn't matter who set this match up between me and you Ace, or why, or what Lexy or Autumn or anyone hopes to get out of it... because you aren't winning. It's just that simple.
Lexy tried to run some scam about you couldn't work because you and Autumn fucked sooo much that it broke your dick. This dumb bitch really thought anyone was gonna believe that? If fucking too much broke dicks and rendered people unable to compete, I promise you Tommy and I would have been retired a year ago, and not the Tag Team Champions right now. Cause between you, me, and the world? No one fucks more than we do. Yet here we are! At the top of the Tag Division again. Yet you Ace... not Tag Champion, not World Champion, and honestly probably not actually fucking anyone.
You know, that gives me an idea. You seem like you've been in a rut lately. No wife anymore, obviously not actually fucking Autumn, no titles... let me do you a favor. I am SCW's whore, after all, what kind of whore would I be if I didn't offer myself to a man down on his luck and clearly in need of a fantastic lay? Here's the deal.... just forget all of the ridiculous plans that Lexy and Autumn made for you, forget about Shilo for five minutes even... lay down when the bell rings, I'll get the one, two, three. Then after Breakdown? I'll let you pin me in any position you want, in your hotel room, all.... night... long.
And I promise I'm experienced enough with a dick that I won't break it.
How does that sound, hotboy? You'll get to save your strength for Apocalypse and whatever you plan to do to Shilo, and I'll get a night off, while getting off after the show. What's more important to you, huh? Keeping those insane women happy doing their bidding? Or getting to spend a night with the woman that every straight man in this company would love to rail, whether or not they admit it?
You don't have to answer me with words, I'll know when we get into the ring. Just lay down Acey.... and I'll do the rest.
Okay, I know that has about a fifty-fifty shot of actually working, so in the event you turn all of this hotness down and decide to actually fight me, first of all please understand that this is a one time offer. But most importantly, also understand that I will do anything and everything necessary to make sure that you have no claim to get that rematch that Autumn clearly wants. She's trying to use you Ace, to use me to get what she wants. It's convoluted as all fuck but then again most of her plans are. After I kick your ass and pin you without the promise of the night of your life afterwards, you'll just have disappointed Autumn again... by giving her false hope before failing. Maybe that's slightly better than flat out abandoning her from the jump... but the end result will be the same.
You lose. I win.
And you, but more importantly Autumn... aren't getting anywhere near the Tag Championships again.
Maybe you should focus on continuing to play games with Shilo Valiant. Because me? I'm not fucking playing. Keep fucking around, Ace. You'll find out.