Taking Hold of the Flame 2023 #2
May 18
Las Vegas
After Breakdown
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“Well, with that out of our systems... now what?”
I was laying naked in my hotel room bed, next to Drake, who was exactly as naked as I was. I was on my side, head on my hand leaning on my elbow, he on his back. He turned his head towards me.
“I honestly hadn't thought that far. My purpose in coming to see you was to check on you.”
“Right, cause I didn't answer you and I turned my phone off.” He nodded. “Do you blame me, though?”
“Can't say that I do. I just thought you would have replied to me at least.”
“I tried. I didn't know what to say.”
Drake turned on his side to face me, mirroring my position. “Anything at all would have sufficed. I was concerned.”
“You'd just seen me on TV, you knew I was alive.” I smirked.
“True. But alive doesn't mean okay.”
I couldn't argue that. “Well... I still don't know how to answer that. I'm still processing everything.”
“Understandable, I suppose.”
“I am glad you're here, though.”
“I am glad you are, in fact, alright.”
“Okay but for real though... how did you know where I was?”
Drake shrugged with the shoulder he wasn't leaning on. “I live here. I know a lot of people. Some of them owe me favors.”
“So... you made a phone call and cashed one in?”
“Yes.”
I laughed. “Good to see you haven't lost your touch.”
“Neither have you.” Drake smirked, with the rare double meaning. I laughed.
“I'm never gonna lose that.”
“I certainly hope not.”
Okay. I had enough of this banter. I had questions. Well, one. “You wouldn't let me ask you earlier, so I'm asking now. The last time we talked before tonight, you were adamant about not wanting to be involved with someone married. But...” I waved my hand between us. “What changed your mind?”
Drake looked up and down my body before answering. “Your video.”
“What? How?” As long as I've known this man, and how well, he always found a way to surprise and/or confuse me. Hang on... “Wait. You watched it?”
“I did.”
“Why?”
Sitting up to match me again, Drake looked me in the eyes. “I honestly did not believe the woman in the video would actually be you. I assumed it was a hoax. I was going to find out who this man was and ruin him for trying to ruin you. But... it was soon very clear it was really you.” He gestured to my tattoo sleeve. Being a man with plenty of ink himself, he would know the difference between someone with similar art, and mine. “The man violated your privacy and abused your trust. I should have clicked away. But I couldn't. I had done my part in keeping my word by keeping my distance, yet... there you were. A very clear reminder of what I'd been privileged enough to experience, yet turned away.”
“You had your reasons.”
“I did. At the time I stood strong in my convictions. I let you be, to avoid any temptation from either of us. But his video... who is that man, to think he has any right to lure you into his room, touch you in that way, and then betray you? Who the fuck is he? It angered me. Greatly.” There was a glare in his eyes, not directed at me obviously, but it was still intense to see.
“I could tell from the texts.”
“Imagine the ones I did not send for fear of alarming you.”
“I believe it.”
“I was angry, still am. Not only at that piece of garbage, but also at myself.”
“Yourself? Why? You had nothing to do with this mess.”
“No. But it did cause me to realize that my convictions I held to so strongly were only creating misery. It was another arbitrary line I drew that was always going to be pointless. Think about our past, Kandis. Every time I tried to deny you, I could not. Every single line I never wanted to cross, I did. That is why I had to keep my distance. I knew I couldn't trust myself to hold the line. When could I ever deny you?” Drake shook his head, grinning. All I could do was stare at him. His face, down his chest, further down, then back up. I had often suspected the reason behind his not contacting me. I had written it off every time though because even to me it sounded arrogant. But everything he'd just said to me made me believe I had been right all along.
“You abandoned me... to protect your stupid morality.” As happy as I was that he was here, in front of me, literally and figuratively baring everything, that upset me. I wasn't angry, I was hurt. There were very few people I had ever allowed close enough to me to hurt me that way. Was it any wonder why I've rebelled against morality and societal rules ever since I knew what those words meant?
“I did, and I apologize. You did not deserve that. Today, I came to the conclusion that I could continue to try to hold the last line firm. Stand on that morality and be miserable, or I could obey my... desires.” It seemed like Drake was going to say something else, caught himself, and changed the word. I wondered what he was going to say. “Even if it means crossing into unknown and scary territory... I decided I am willing to put that last line behind me.”
I tried to process everything those words meant, read between his lines. What I interpreted... was scarily close to what had been in the back of my head since before Drake had admittedly abandoned me. What I wouldn't allow myself to even think, much less say it to myself or anyone else. 'Scary territory' didn't even begin to cover it.
“So what you're saying is... you don't care that I'm married anymore?”
“No. I don't. I would rather accept the place in your life you're willing to offer, than spend the rest of this life in misery behind an arbitrary line that means little to nothing.”
“You're back, then? I mean, here, for good. Not leaving me again?”
“Never again.”
All I could do was smile, and lean forward, grab him around the neck and kiss him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer so that I ended up sitting in his lap, my legs around his waist. Ever since I met Drake, there was always an air of uncertainty around us. It was never a guarantee that I would see him again every time he left my company. It always felt like he was holding something back. Even when we were the Jackals – me, Tommy, Drake, and Minerva – and ran roughshod through SCW, there were things he kept to himself. Then Minerva was hurt and never came back. Drake disappeared for months again. Now he was saying he wasn't going to ever do that again. It was a strange thing, to be with Drake, sitting on him, inches away from sliding him inside me again, and to be certain that this wouldn't be the last time. Only one other person ever made me feel that way, and I married him.
Suddenly, Drake held me tight as he got up and pushed me down off his lap and onto my back. He unfolded his legs and knelt in front of me, between my legs.
“When I first walked into this room, we couldn't stop ourselves from having each other as fast as we could. Now though... I'll ensure we take our time, and make up for my prolonged absence from my place.” With that, he kissed my neck, and slowly worked his way down.
It was a long night, in a good way. A very good way.
May 22
Santa Barbara
Valentine Home
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When I got home from Las Vegas, Tommy greeted me with a big hug, then told me we didn't have to do anything dealing with this shit for at least a whole day, maybe two. He'd spoken to his mom and to Kirsten, and gotten them to calm down somewhat. Eventually we'd have to have a talk with the kids, but for now we were going to lay low. That was just fine with me. I spoke to Nate, he said he'd handle Debbie and Ray, and for me to just worry about damage control. I also spoke to Coral. She assured me that Gail knew nothing about it and she would do everything possible to keep it that way. Gail was no longer working at the homeless shelter, she was too weak. And she rarely watched regular TV or used the internet for more than playing old movies and TV shows on Netflix, Hulu, those things. I picked up the undertone of what Coral was trying to do... she didn't want our mother to die knowing something so awful had happened to me. I wasn't sure we could prevent her from finding out, but Coral had grown up with her, not me. If she wanted to try to protect her from this, in my mind it was her call.
A few days passed, and we managed to stay mostly calm. I had told Tommy everything about Drake coming to see me in Las Vegas. I was surprised at how sincerely happy he seemed about it. Drake had called me once to check in, ask if we'd found out anything about the man who made the video. We hadn't yet, but Tommy had someone working on it.
It was the middle of the night, or at least it seemed like it to me, on Sunday night – really Monday morning, as it was just after 4AM – when my ringing phone woke me up. I groped for it on my nightstand, trying to hurry before it woke Tommy up, too. The screen told me it was Coral. What the fuck? I answered in an angry, half-asleep whisper.
“What?”
“Kandis? Are you awake?”
“I am now...”
“Sorry... I know it's late. Early. Whatever. But it's Mom.”
I sat up, swinging my feet off the side of the bed, waking up faster. “Whats wrong?”
“She called me a little while ago, she wasn't feeling well. Like... lightheaded, and stomach pain. So, I'm here. Her stomach is puffy. And she can't get to her feet. So the ambulance gets here and now they want to take her to the hospital. I need you to meet me there.”
“What's wrong, though?”
“They don't know. I mean, she has cancer, Kandis. Right now, low blood pressure, low grade fever. Can you meet me there? Please? I know it's a long drive from up there, but...” She didn't need to finish that. The implication was clear. What if this was the end? Coral didn't want to be alone.
“Yeah. What hospital?”
“UCLA.”
“Okay. It'll be a while. I have to get dressed, tell Tommy I'm leaving.”
“I know. Drive safe. I'll text you updates.”
“Thanks.”
“Kandis?”
“Yeah.”
“She doesn't look good.”
“Yeah. I understand. See you soon as I can.”
I ended the call, then felt the bed move behind me. I turned, ad Tommy had sat up.
“Who's that? What's wrong?”
“Coral. Gail is going to the hospital. She wants me to meet her at UCLA.”
“Okay.” He started to get up.
“You don't have to come.”
“The fuck I don't. I'm not letting you drive all the way down there by yourself when you're barely awake and upset.”
“Who says I'm upset?”
“Your face does.” I sighed. I thought I was acting like this was no big deal. The truth is, I was terrified. What if I get there too late? “I'm coming with you.”
“Okay.”
* * * * * Los Angeles – UCLA Medical Center * * * * *
About two hours later, I parked my Mercedes in the parking garage, and Tommy and I made our way inside, reading the signs pointing us towards the Emergency Room. Coral had recently texted me she was still there, and Gail was in the back. After going through what felt like a rat maze, we finally found the ER waiting room. Coral saw me before I saw her, and stood up, that's how I saw her. She was wearing sweat pants and a loose t-shirt, hair up in a messy bun and no makeup. I don't think I'd ever seen her less put together. Not that I was looking my finest either. My braid was loose from sleeping on it, for starters. Coral walked up to me and hugged me for a few seconds.
“You made it faster than I thought. Hi, Tommy.” He gave her a wave.
“There's almost no traffic at this time.”
“Good point.”
“Have you heard anything yet?”
“Nothing I haven't texted you.”
I saw out of the corner of my eye Tommy yawning. He'd driven halfway here, but I was more alert so we switched. “I'm gonna go find coffee, you two want some?”
“You know better than to ask me that. Just hand it to me.” He grinned in response to me.
“That'd be great, thanks.”
Tommy walked off in search of coffee that doesn't come out of a vending machine. Coral and I sat, we took seats in the corner of the waiting room. I was very under dressed – no makeup, messy hair braid, plain black tights with a t-shirt and hoodie. But there was always a chance someone would recognize me, even more so now, and I wasn't taking a chance.
“Okay, so tell me everything.”
Coral shrugged, and her face went splotchy red, as if she had been crying and my question threatened to start her up again. “She called me around... three, I guess? She couldn't sleep because her stomach hurt. She got up to get a pain pill, and couldn't stand up, she was dizzy. So she called me. I went over, and she was still in bed, holding her stomach, you know, since she couldn't get the pill. I got it for her, and then had a good look at her. Her face looked... off. Like, kinda yellow-ish. I'd read that wasn't a good thing for her kind of cancer, so I called the ambulance. They took her straight to the back, and... nothing yet. I guess they're doing a million tests or something.”
“Yellow? That's like... liver failure.”
“Is it? I don't know medical shit.”
“Yeah. So, like. The liver filters junk out of your body. If it doesn't work right, all that junk builds up, so skin and eyes go yellow.” I wasn't completely sure how that worked, I just knew enough to explain it to someone who knew nothing.
“So... if that stuff isn't filtered out... can it kill you?”
“Eventually. I'm not sure how that's related to her cancer though. I'm sure the doctor can tell us.”
“If he ever comes out here to talk to me.”
Coral sat back in her chair, running her hand through her hair, then leaning her head back on her hand, against the wall. She looked exhausted. I suddenly felt bad for not spending more time with her, with Gail. I live almost two hours away from them, depending on traffic, and I travel every week. But Coral has been dealing with this every day, taking care of Gail, seeing her apparently get worse and worse every day. Sometimes I wasn't able to make the Sunday lunch. I hadn't the day before, I was dealing with the internet shit and basically hiding out, so I hadn't seen Gail in about two weeks. She had seemed frail then. I was afraid of what I was going to see when the doctors let us in to see her. For someone who had a lot of time to make up with her birth mother, I had been a terrible daughter.
“Coral?”
“Yeah?” She answered without looking at me.
“I'm sorry.”
She looked at me, eyes questioning crinkled. “What for?”
“Everything? Not coming around more, taking so long to accept you and Gail as family-”
“Hey, it's not like I gave you a good reason to trust me at first, is it?”
I scoffed, shaking my head. “Yeah, impersonating me to fuck my boyfriend wasn't your best move.”
“You're never gonna let me forget that part, are you?”
“Nope.” I smirked. She laughed a little.
“Deserved. I hope I made up for that since though.”
“Yeah, you did. Gail too. I mean... I had a harder time with her than you. It seemed like all she had ever done since I met her was lie to me.”
“She lied to me, too. But she's still Mom. Neither of us would be here without her.”
That was doubly true for me. She gave birth to me, then she saved me by giving me up.
“Yeah, I know. It's just hitting me right now though how much time I wasted being an angry bitch.”
“If anyone had any right to be angry, it was you. I'd have been fucking livid if I was in your place, and... I don't know if I could have accepted it. Her, I mean.”
“You would have. Immediately. You're a better person than me.”
Coral grinned. “I don't know. My reaction to finding out I had a sister was to try to ruin her life.”
“Hmm. Good point. Maybe you are the bigger bitch.” I looked at her deadpan for a few seconds. Then we both laughed.
“What a fucking pair we are, huh?”
We were still laughing as Tommy walked back into the waiting area, carrying three coffee cups in one of those cardboard cup holder things, with a small paper bag.
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing.”
“Just... sister shit.” Neither of us were gonna tell him we had been joking about his accidental fucking my sister. He wouldn't think it was very funny.
“Got it. Here you go... Coral, I didn't know how you like yours so I just grabbed a handfull of sugar and cream packs.” He handed us our cups. I pulled up the lid to mine, Tommy had fixed it how I take it for me. Coral took the paper bag with her cup.
“That's fine, thank you.” She balanced the cup between her legs and started opening packets.
“I guess you haven't heard anything yet?”
“No.”
“I'm about to go ask. It's been two hours.”
“Think of it this way, if she was critical, you'd have heard immediately. So she must be at least stable.”
Coral looked up from her cup. “I hadn't thought of it that way. Thanks.” She smiled.
We sat in silence for a while, sipping coffee, each in our own thoughts. Tommy sat next to me and kept his hand on my leg. He didn't have to be here, but he had insisted. I did notice a young couple walk by and do a double take; they recognized either Tommy or both of us. Luckily they had manners and left us alone. I don't know how much time had passed, other than the fact I had drank all my coffee, when one of the doctors walking out of the double doors finally looked in Coral's direction.
“Miss McCarthy?”
Coral stood up. I sat up straight. “Yes.” The doctor eyed me cautiously. “Oh, this is my sister Kandis I told you was coming, and her husband.” The doctor nodded.
“Alright, hello. So, Gail, your mother, as you know has pancreatic cancer. She's progressed to end-stage. The symptoms we're seeing are indicative of the tumor having spread to the liver.” Coral eyed me sideways, I guess in awe that I had known that. “We've run a few tests and scans and see that's what's happened. Since your mother refused any treatment for the cancer, it's gotten to this point quicker than usual.”
“I see. So... is she gonna die?”
“Eventually, yes. Not today, if that's what you're asking.”
Coral sighed in relief. I was relieved too. “When? I mean, do you know?”
The doctor eyed me oddly, and I wondered if he recognized me from TV, the video, or both.
“It's hard to say. A week, maybe two.”
I just nodded, there was nothing else for me to ask or say. Coral though wasn't done. “Can she go home? Or stay here? Or-”
“I'm not her oncologist, he'll be here in about an hour, and can make his recommendation on that. He'll come talk to you after he sees her.”
“Okay. Can we see her?”
“You can, but one at a time, and just for a few minutes until we assign her a room.”
“Thank you. Um...” Coral glanced at me.
“You go first. You came here with her, she'll be looking for you.”
“But... you were saying about time-”
“You know what? Why don't you both come back. I'll allow it.” I had no idea why he changed his mind to let us both in at the same time but I wasn't going to ask.
“Thanks.” I stood up, and Tommy gave me a smile before I turned to follow.
The doctor led Coral and I through the doors and down a hallway, then turned left down another, then to her ER cubicle. They were separated by glass walls and sliding doors rather that curtains like every other ER I had seen. Fancy. He slid a door open to a dimly lit room. I saw Gail in the bed, a thin hospital blanket over her. I saw what Coral meant about the yellow-ish tint. It looked alien.
“Gail? You have some visitors.”
She raised her head, and smiled. “Thank you.” Her voice sounded...thin. Just not normal.
The doctor turned to me and Coral. “She's on some pretty heavy pain medication, so she may be a little loopy. I'll give you ten minutes.”
“Thanks.”
We stepped in, and the doctor slid the door closed as he left. Coral went straight to the side of the bed and took Gail's hand.
“Hey Mom. I told you I'd come back as soon as they let me. And Kandis came.”
Gail looked up at me and smiled, weakly. “Kandis. You drove here.”
“Yeah, of course.” She waved her free hand at me. I went to the other side of the bed, realizing she wanted me to hold it. I did.
“I'm glad you're both here. Listen, I may be medicated but I know what's happening. I know I won't be here much longer. I knew it wouldn't be long when I decided against treatment. It's close, I can feel it.”
“Mom...”
“No, Coral, don't stand in denial. I know you're upset, but I wish you wouldn't be.”
“How can I not be? You're all I've had my whole life...”
“I know. But now you have your sister. I'll always regret keeping so much from both of you for so many years. Even past death and into heaven. I'm so grateful that we all came together as family before this happened to me.”
I didn't know I was gonna say anything until the words came out of me. “I always thought of you as family, even when I thought you were my mother's friend who saved me. It was the closest thing I had to an actual mother. I would have never thought you really were. And then instead of being happy and excited when I found out, I... I pushed you away.” I shook my head, trying to keep my emotions in check. I hate this shit! “All the time that had already passed and I wasted more being mad instead of grateful. I'm sorry.”
Gail squeezed my hand. “Don't you dare. All the wasted time was my fault. I should have told you who I was years ago. But lets not think about the time passed and just be thankful for what we did get to spend, knowing each other as mother and daughter.”
All I could do was nod, with a small smile. I didn't trust myself to say anything else. I don't do negative emotions well and I was afraid of what I might say.
“Well, I'm glad for the way things turned out. Growing up I always wanted a sister, and it turned out I have one. I just wish I would have my mom a little while longer...” Coral broke down into quiet tears, stepping away from the bed to sit. I had no idea what to say or do, so I just looked down, not watching her lose it.
“Coral... you'll be okay. I know you will. And I'm not leaving you yet. Soon, but not yet.” Gail looked up at me. “Kandis. Please tell me you'll stop blaming yourself for how you reacted. I don't.”
“I... okay.” That was all I could say. I didn't believe I could do it, but I didn't want to tell her that.
“Don't either of you be so sad. Everyone dies. It should just make us enjoy life more.”
I had done enough of enjoying life. Too much, some would say. Rebelling against the way life treated me. Standing next to my dying mother and holding her hand, it seemed like all of my rebellion, my internalized rage, my acting out to find something, anything, to fill the empty space, or heal the kind of wounds that only a childhood of trauma and neglect can create... none of that mattered. It was a waste of time. It wasn't living. It was... running. Running and keeping myself away from anything real, before it could leave me behind first. Tommy was the first real thing I had refused to run from. There was something else real waiting on the sidelines that I was afraid of losing before I really had it. Standing there holding Gail's hand, I told myself to stop being afraid. Stop running. Because life is too fucking short.
Our time was up, and we went back to the waiting room. Coral went outside to call someone, her best friend I think. I told Tommy what Gail said. He agreed with her – life is too short to spend it afraid and not doing what makes us happy.
I had two hopes for this: That Gail would live past Taking Hold of the Flame, so I could stay here with her until the end. And two... that she never found out about that damn video. I couldn't let her die disappointed in me.
ON CAMERA
This isn't how this was supposed to turn out.
Kandis sits on the apron of a training ring, the Ante Up logo visible on the ring skirt. Dressed for training, it's apparent she hasn't started working out yet, as the braid over her shoulder is still tight, her skin isn't flushed red, and there's no sweat.
I wasn't supposed to be walking into the Flame battle royal as one of the top favorites to win the whole thing.
I'm supposed to be fightng Selena Frost for the World Championship! Some people might be upset she got there by Ace getting DQ'd, but I don't give a shit. I was supposed to finally have the match I missed out on over a year ago.
But no. That couldn't happen. Adam Allocco kicked me in the knee and dropped me and beat me. That motherfucker wasn't supposed to win!
Kandis turns her head away and takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She's been full of anger for weeks and it's reached a boiling point.
I'm sure there are a lot of people happy about that. Laughing at me, as more and more bullshit piles on top of me. Saying I didn't deserve to even be in the tournament, or that I'm not good enough, or that someone who was stupid enough to get exposed on the internet like I did doesn't deserve to be World Champion.
Yeah, I'm gonna talk about it. I don't hide from anything, that would be shame, and as everyone knows, that doesn't exist for me. So I'm not gonna pretend that video doesn't exist, like most of you are pretending you didn't watch it. I know who did. I can tell by how you look at me. Go watch it some more, I don't care. You're just being hypocrites. I'm good enough to watch over and over and over, having a better time than most of you will ever have... but I'm not worthy to carry the World Championship?
Go fuck yourselves.
Josh Hudson wanted to take a shot, throw me across the ring and suggest I spend too much time playing and not enough working. That motherfucker has no idea what I do with my spare time! You saw five minutes out of one night. Should I release the video of my training sessions? The sparring and workout matches I put myself through and record so I can watch it back and look for things I need to improve? Wanna see those? Nah, I didn't think so. Those don't fit your narrative and you can't rub one out to it. Well, maybe you can... but that would be last resort, right?
Kandis scoffs, shaking her head with a wry laugh.
All of you can throw that video in in my face if you want, I don't care. What I do – and who I do, for that matter – in my spare time has nothing to do with what I can do to each and every one of you inside the ring. So go ahead. Focus on it. Watch it. Get off to it. Whatever makes you happy. I'm focusing on the more important thing.
Thirty nine other motherfuckers walking to the ring and trying to take what's mine. That's right... that title shot is mine. It was always mine, it's been mine since I returned! I've been given the run around, screwed out of winning it outright, and made to jump through hoops in a tournament, when that shot is fucking mine!
People seem to be tired of listening to me demand it. The easiest way to make me shut up, is to give me my fucking shot! But no... that would make too much sense. That would piss off the marks, that would offend Selena's inflated sense of integrity.
Do I look like I give a fuck about integrity?
Kandis laughs.
You can literally watch me fucking on the internet, and Selena is out here screaming about integrity every time she opens her banshee mouth. This is wrestling, doll. Integrity in this business went out the window in the late seventies. The eighteen seventies. You might as well ask for fair referees in football, or sportsmanship in hockey, or honesty in politics. Selena is just exhausting herself trying uphold something that doesn't exist. It would be laughable if it wasn't so sad. The things that people worry about in this business blow my mind.
Kandis ticks off fingers as she goes through the list.
Selena wants integrity.
Allocco wants recognition.
Hudson wants respect.
Xander wants abject violence.
Lancaster wants honesty.
Lyman wants validation.
Chastaine wants accolades.
None of that shit matters! Most of it doesn't really exist, not in the way they think it does. You want integrity? I'll show you how to do anything and everything it takes to get what I want, the only integrity being for myself. You want recognition? I'll make sure everyone recognizes me as more than the hot chick online and better than any of you want to believe I am! You want respect? The only respect I have is for myself, I don't give half a fuck about any of you. You want violence? I'm no stranger to that, ask the handful of people I've put on the shelf over the years. You can be next. You want honesty? Here's some brutal truth... every single one of you hold some responsibility in keeping me from what should be mine, and you're all going to pay your par of the price. You want validation? Validate this ass when it's sitting on you for the three count! You want accolades? One of you will be lucky enough to be listed as the last person I threw out of the ring to finally claim my spot!
Want to know what I want? What I care about in this business?
The World Championship. That's it.
I don't care what I have to do. Who I have to go through. Hell, even who I have to fuck if that will get me a step closer. All I care about... is getting that championship. It's been just out of my reach for far too long, and I've lost what little patience I had. Careers are too short, life is too short for me to accept being denied any more! I'm coming for what I want, what I deserve, what I have earned with every drop of sweat, every stream of blood, every broken bone. All of SCW has been complicit in keeping me away from what's mine. Every single one of you have been fucking me around for months! Now its time to find out what happens when you push a bitch too far. You thought I was angry and violent and reckless before?
Just wait til I get into that ring. Number one or number forty, it doesn't matter. Anyone in the ring when I get to it is going to take the punishment for the way this company has treated me since I returned. And at the end, no one will be left inside it but me.
I'm taking my shot.
I'm going to Rise to Greatness.
I'm facing whoever the World Champion will be. Personally, I'm hoping it's Selena. She owes me a date.
And at Rise to Greatness?
Kandis hops off the apron to her feet, closer to the camera. She points to her face.
Get a good look at this face. Go online and get a good look at whatever body part you want. You're looking at the World Champion. It's only a matter of time.
Kandis leans forward and kisses the camera. Lipstick obscures the view as she backs away, then cut to black.