Breakdown 5-9-24 #1
A sight many have missed in the last two months graces the screen…. Kandis seated on the apron of a ring, skirted with the Ante Up logo. She’s in training gear – gray leggings, a light pink sports halter top, and black wrestling boots. One difference from the last time SCW saw her, Kandis’ hair is back in braids, this time with hot pink extensions woven in. Leaning back against the ropes comfortably, Kandis has her arms spread and resting on the bottom rope.
Did you miss me, SCW?
Wait, what am I saying? Of course you did! With me gone, thanks to some bullshit I’m gonna get to, you had to be subjected to more of Selena’s bullshit, and a World Championship match at Taking the Leap that wasn’t deemed important enough to be the main event! I wonder why that was… and as much as I feel bad for Bree Lancaster that Simon seems to have forgotten all about fucking with me and turned his attention to her… their bullshit wasn’t more important than the World Championship. No, they were the main event because not one goddamn person on earth was excited about seeing Selena Frost versus… Kirsten Scott.
Kandis scoffs at the name.
The only reason this match, a title shot Scott won so long ago that I don’t even remember how, took place at this pay per view instead of a random Breakdown where it should have been, is because I wasn’t there!
We all know the reason I wasn’t there. CHBK suspended me because I took a swing at him, after his minions descended to the ring at Retribution almost immediately. Right after Aaron Demitra “accidentally”-
Kandis makes quotes with her fingers in the air.
-Got in my way, keeping me from knocking Selena the fuck out and taking back what’s mine. It’s almost as if… they expected her to win, and for me to be pissed. Like it was all planned out… right down to the way Selena insisted on Demitra calling our match. And now, he’s apparently her personal official, and that doesn’t look suspicious at all.
Shaking her head, Kandis rolls her eyes exaggeratedly, before staring back into the camera deadpan.
So. I wasn’t there. It was the perfect time to give Kirsten Scott what she’s been bitching about for months, when it kinda didn’t matter. She choked, and here we are.
I’m here now, motherfuckers, and I don’t have to tell y’all what I want. But… unlike some people, I’m not gonna sit here and waste any more time bitching about something that has nothing to do with my upcoming match.
Kandis leans over, hands on her knees for balance.
Kirsten, I’m looking at you, doll. I get that you’re pissed at Scott Reed, and maybe it’s even for a good reason. But the next time you want to rant about whatever the fuck it is going on between you to, do me a solid and don’t do it on my time. You and I have a match coming up doll, and I’d like you to be focused so that when I beat you… you know it was me who knocked you out and not Reed or Selena or anyone else.
You do seem prone to confusion, so I’ll try to keep things simple for you. You don’t understand why I was at Breakdown? Let’s take a look at this, okay? You somehow think that I flew to Japan on my dime, hopped a rail, and attacked Selena, while still suspended and told that if I did so I’d be fired… and then somehow got myself reinstated, by the same man who suspended me?
Are you learning impaired?
Maybe you just can’t count past the ten in your entrance. So, for your benefit, I’m gonna have Tommy edit a little graphic into this video right here….
The shot pans to the side a little, and Kandis puts her hands up in something of a box shape. A second later, a calendar graphic appears, showing March, April, and May.
This, is a calendar. It shows March to May. The blue box… is Retribution. The black box is this past Breakdown in Japan. And alllll these red ones? The days in between. Now, if you can’t count past ten, do me a favor and count them to ten, six times. That’s sixty. The length of my suspension. Say thank you to the calendar and Tommy’s editing skills.
Kandis smirks as the graphic fades and the shot recenters on her.
No one had to reinstate me, Kirsten. My time was up. I knew it, and I showed up where quite honestly, I should have been expected.
Now that we’re done examining my contract status, let’s talk about you and me. First of all… you and I are not the same. I have no clue where you’re pulling that from, but it’s not from factual events. You think we were both screwed?
Kandis laughs.
You have no idea what being screwed really means. I watched Taking the Leap, and I watched you get your ass knocked right the fuck out, clean as a whistle. Where was the screwing, Kirsten? No referee got in your way, like Demitra did to me. No one ran to the ring and interfered, like Simon Lyman did last year when you took advantage and pinned me. So I’ll ask again… where was the screwing?
There was none, there was just you choking.
I don’t ever want to hear you say that you and I are the same again, because the only thing we have in common is that we both have tits and a vagina. Listen, despite my snark a few minutes ago, I know you earned your shot by winning some kind of contender’s match, I just honestly don’t remember exactly what it was. And I know you waited a long time to get your shot. But you didn’t wait as long as I did to get mine, and when I got it last year at Rise to Greatness? I didn’t choke.
Kandis smirks again, and leans back against the ropes as she was before.
But, this thing between you and me, Kirsten, has absolutely zero to do with the World Championship, no matter how much you might want it to. This isn’t a contenders match. I got my rematch, and I was fucked out of it. You got your match that you earned, and you lost. We’re off the slate, so to speak. I have my plans, don’t misunderstand that for one second, but using you as a gatekeeper to getting back to what I want?
Nah, doll. That’s not what I’m doing here.
What I’m doing in Sydney, is coming back to the ring after being suspended over some bullshit, and I’m showing the world that no matter who tries to slow me down, hold me back, or contain me…. I will not be stopped! The fact that you’re my opponent means nothing. It could be you, it could be Simon again, it could be the resurrected body of Orlando Cruze for all I care… I’m coning out hot and finishing on top. You think we’re fighting over title matches, but I’m out here fighting for dominance. I’m out here fighting out of spite.
Kandis jumps down from the apron and jabs a finger pointing into the camera.
I’m out here fighting to prove that there is no one here better than I am!
You don’t have to tell me or force me to bring my best, I never do anything less, and the suggestion that I might is an insult. Don’t worry, Kirsten, you’ll get my A game, and as you’re on your back counting stars, you’ll learn to be careful what you ask for.
With another smirk, Kandis blows a kiss, dripping with sarcasm, as the shot fades out.