Breakdown 8-26-21 #2
Poolside on a sunny day, we find Kandis relaxing on a lounger chair. Wearing a gold bikini that covers the bare minimum to be allowed on TV and wideframe sunglasses, Kandis also has her Tag Team Championship belt draped across her thighs, her legs crossed at the ankles. She reaches down and rubs the faceplate lovingly.
It's about damn time this baby came home to Mama and Daddy! Her twin is safe in Tommy's care, and all of SCW can rest easy now. The titles have been bounced around, from hand to hand, waist to waist, for a whole year, since Tommy and I lost them to Frozen Hell at Rise to Greatness last year. We watched as those two cunts completely forgot about the titles after they lost, despite the fact they tried to make us and everyone else believe they cared sooo much! about the titles. Tommy and me tried to tell you. We saw through them. We knew better! The Tag League was fucked from the jump, we watched as team after team who haven't been carrying this division on their backs for years now had their turn to call themselves champions. Suited and Booted, Golden Boys, Autumn Fucking Valentine and whoever her partner of the week was.
But it's okay now. Mama and Daddy got their babies back. The Gold Whore and the Dream Killer are the Queen and King of the Tag Division once again, whether you like it or not.
Kandis sits up a little, adjusting the belt across her legs so it doesn't slide off.
Now before anyone comes screaming in my face about calling myself a Gold whore, after me and Tommy spent months calling Selena Frost a gold digger, let me clarify for the mouthbreathers so they'll understand the difference. I am not a 'gold whore' as in I'm chasing every title I can just because they're shiny and I want the accolade. No... I am the self-proclaimed whore of SCW, I am reclaiming that word from an insult to one of power. I give what I want of myself to anyone I choose... as long as there's something in it for me.
Kandis smirks.
And... I happen to be carrying the gold that means something to me. See? Gold... whore. It's a simple concept, for simple minds.
Kandis holds her hands out, palms up, as one does when explaining something obvious. She then adjusts her sunglasses a bit and sits back once more.
And speaking of simple minds... I get to kick off the so-called 'new season' of SCW post-Rise to Greatness against Lucas Knight. He seems to have taken offense to the way Minerva, Konrad, Tommy, Drake, and I have been targeting Chris Cannon, his friend and tag partner.
Lucas, I feel like I really need to point something out to you, that maybe hadn't occurred to you, so listen close, can you doll? You don't have to stick yourself into other people's business, just because they're fucking with your friend. Shocking, right?
All of this started because Minerva and I both had bones to pick with Peyton Rice, and something was done about it. It happened to take place in Chris' house, and.... I guess he took that personally?
Kandis shrugs, shaking her head a little.
Look, if the bitch had been living in a single-wide in a trailer park, that's where it would have happened. Maybe Minerva had some other agenda to fuck with Chris, but that's none of my concern. My problem was and always has been with Peyton. But you Lucas? You saw Chris being fucked with and thought... your life wasn't fulfilling or complicated enough, so you took it on yourself to jump in. That's what David Helms did, and you saw what happened to him, right?
Kandis pats her leg with a smirk.
Do you ever ask yourself what could happen to you, for getting in the way of things that don't concern you? If not, you're even more simpleminded than I thought. You agreed to fight Minerva in whatever that match inside your decrepit house was called, and you damn near killed yourself in a fire. You got poor Bree Lancaster dragged into this when it's none of her fucking business either, for a tag match against Minerva and Konrad. You've fought Konrad, you've faced me, you fought Drake at the Rise to Greatness preshow, managed to squeak out a win but got your ass kicked for the trouble.
Yet that wasn't enough for you!
Nah dude, you had to walk your ass down to the ring on Rise to Greatness night when Minerva was fighting Chris and get your hands dirty some more. And don't you try to make anyone believe you weren't going to do anything, you don't bring a weapon to the ring if you don't intend to use it. The Jackals were watching close and made the choice to stop you from whatever you had planned. Everyone wants to call us the bad guys, accuse us of attacking everyone for no reason, but the reason... is you!
Lucas, you love to talk shit about all of us coming after you, Konrad making you bleed, Tommy and me taking you out with whatever we can get our hands on, but the truth you refuse to see is that none of that would have had to happen if you had just minded your own motherfucking business! It's kinda ironic and I'll say it... fucking hypocritical... how the whole mess of you give the Jackals shit over the way we operate, having each other's backs, but you're doing the same fucking thing! Lucas Knight coming to Chris Cannon's rescue. Are you the Batman to his Superman? We all know you used to hate each other and now you're teaming up. You already have the Knight part, when do you claim to be Dark? And now you have Christy Matthews on your side again, too! That ratchet bitch got herself involved in something that's even less her business than yours. What happened, Lucas? Did you call in reinforcements for a fight that was never yours to begin with? Yeah, I know you and Christy have a history but none of that has fuck all to do with what The Jackals are doing to Chris Cannon!
This never had anything to do with you, you took it on yourself to get involved, join this war as you call it. It was never your war, you weren't drafted... you volunteered as tribute.
So don't start crying foul when we get to the ring at Breakdown and I run you down like the dog you are, sniffing around things that aren't your concern. We weren't bothered with you until you kept getting involved, but now I'm fucking bothered! The Jackals' handling of your intrusion was just the beginning, at Breakdown?
I'm ending this.
Your new old bestie Christy Matthews might think she can stop that from happening, I say bring it, bitch. Tommy and I have heat with her too going back almost two years ago, when Autumn Valentine and Ryan Watson decided to play hot potato with the titles to give Christy and Ravyn Taylor a freebie. You know, Christy wouldn't be a Supreme Champion right now if that bullshit hadn't gone down, and since everyone knows the whole thing was a fucking sham, I think that calls her Supreme status into question. Just thought I'd remind the powers that be about that before they get too blinded by the fact Christy seems to have hopped sides to really think about if she deserves to be crowned a Supreme Champion.
Kandis smirks.
So go ahead, Lucas. Invite her to back you up. I don't give a fuck. Everyone knows I have backup too and none of us are afraid to get our hands dirty... or bloody... if necessary. Maybe by the time I and the rest of the Jackals are through with you, you'll learn to mind your own fucking business.
And if not, if you keep fucking around? You'll find out just how far we're willing to go to protect ourselves, and take out anything and anyone we consider a threat. It's what we've been doing for months now.
Kandis ticks off fingers as she says names.
Peyton Rice. Chris Cannon. David Helms. Josh Hudson. Pat Evans.
Kandis sits up straight, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head, so she can look into the camera with uncovered eyes.
At Breakdown? I add Lucas Knight to the list. I'm tired of playing with you.
Kandis gets up, laying the title belt on the lounge chair. The camera follows her as she tosses the sunglasses aside and slides into the pool. The shot fades as she starts swimming across.