Gavin Taylor versus Kandis - Non Title

[Kandis.]

September 18th
Fort Worth, TX
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The morning after Invasion, I woke up in my hotel room, in bed next to someone who in most cases, the situation would be considered inappropriate... people in most jobs shouldn't fuck their managers. In wrestling though? It's probably expected. Not that Dexter has really done much in the way of actually managing anything for me yet... but maybe this will change that. Anyway the show hadn't done much to make me happy so I needed fun. I definitley had that.

I rolled over to my side, still nude, and poked Dex's  ribs. He grunted, and turned to look at me with one eye open.
“Ow... is it morning?”
“Morning is almost over. Did I wear you out that much?”
He sat up a little, looking at me almost offended. “Course not! I have the stamina of a purebred racehorse! Didn't you notice?”
I snickered. “Yeah, I did. It's still almost noon.”
“And we were busy until what? Four? Cut me some slack, woman.”
I sat up and stretched, with my arms overhead, the motion pushing my tits out. I noticed him looking. “Oh fine. You're lucky I'm staying here til tomorrow or they'd be kicking us out, it's after check-out time.”
“Is that an invitation to stay the night again?”
I lowered my arms and gave him a flirty grin. “It might be. But don't you have a contest to judge? I'd hate to be responsible for you not, uh... being up for judging.”
I laughed, and Dex snickered. “Don't you worry about that sweets. I'm always up when it counts. I also am more than willing to take bribes. Hey wait.... is that why you invited me into your room, and into you?”
“No. I just thought you'd be fun. You were. Although, you do have an up close and personal look at the goods now, so whatever you want to do with that for your contest is in your hands.”
“I've had a lot more than that in my hands. And my mouth.... I could easily be swayed to throw the whole thing for you, y'know.”
'Actually doll, I want you to do the opposite. Knock me out of the next round.”
Dex seemed confused, he sat up all the way and eyed me up and down. “Seriously? You don't want to win a hotness contest?”
“I know I'm hot Dex, I don't need validation from a contest. But also... you already have Brittany Lohan claiming there's some kind of fix, since you picked me over her. You're my manager... you can't have me win, it'll look bad. So just put Sienna over me and be done with it. Not like anyone will question that, she's fucking smoking.”
That got a grin. “Didn't know you had a thing for the ladies.”
“I don't. Well... I don't know. Never tried. But I'm not blind. So, put her over me. Claims of your contest being fixed will go away.”
“You really want me to do that? Without judging?”
“If you actually judged? I'd win the whole thing, I doubt any of the others are gonna fuck you.”
“Hmm. You're probably right, there. And you have a point about the manager/client deal. Alright. You win. Err... don't win.”
“Good call. Now... before we do anything silly like get dressed, how about I take some more advantage of one of the perks of being your client?”
I leaned over closer, practically pressing my tits into his chest. He grinned and nodded. “Take all the advantage you want.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him, and was just about to push him down to straddle him when my phone rang. We both sighed hard, and I reached over to grab it. I didn't recognize the number, but it could be for an art commission. I looked at Dex apologetically.
“It could be about a job.. sorry...”
Dex waved me off, and I answered.


“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Kandis?”
“Yep. What can I do for you?”
“I'm not sure if you'll remember me, my name is Jennifer Martin, I-”
“Holy shit! Of course I remember you! How did you get my number?”
Jennifer was my social worker through most of my childhood going through foster families until I stayed with the one I consider my family; she placed me there when I was fourteen.
“Oh good, that makes this a little less awkward. And I got your number because the agency keeps records updated for people who went through the system. I believe we got it from Nathan.”
“I'll thank him, I've wondered how you were doing.”
I noticed Dex giving me an odd look, but I ignored him.
“Good, I'm still working with the agency. That's why I called you, Kandis. We need your help.”
Jennifer's tone changed, to what I wasn't sure. Apprehension?
“I don't know what I could do for you, but ask away.”
I heard her take a deep breath, and she hesitated so long I thought the call got disconnected.
“Jen?”
“I'm here... sorry. It's about... the Andersons.”
Oh. That's why she hesitated. They were the family I was with for three months before Jennifer found the Williamson's, the family I call mine to this day.
“No. Whatever it is, no!”
“Listen, I'm sorry that I'm making you think about that mess, but it's important. If it wasn't I wouldn't have called you. Danny did it again. We need-”
“I'm gonna have to call you back.”


Without waiting for Jennifer to reply, I ended the call and grabbed my shirt that was draped over the chair next to the bed, then tossed Dex's clothes at him. He caught the pile of clothes and looked at me in bewilderment as I pulled my shirt on then pointed to the door.
“Sorry, you have to go.”
“What? Why? Is everything okay?”
“No, I'm pretty sure everything is fucked. No hard feelings or anything, okay? We can do this again sometime, but right now you have to go. Please.”
Dex had started getting up and putting his shirt and jeans on as I spoke. “Yeah, sure. Whatever is going on, I hope it works out okay.”
“I doubt it, but thanks.”
Dex seemed hesitant to leave, I guess I looked upset. Fuck, I was upset! After stuffing his shoes on and grabbing his wallet from the nightstand, Dex pecked a kiss on my cheek, but still looked concerned. I gave him a weak grin.
“I'll call you, okay?”
“Sure. Take care, Kandis. And don't worry about the contest. You'll be out.”
Shit. I had already forgot about that. I just nodded and watched as he walked out. I waited a few seconds, then sat in the chair, still only wearing my shirt, and called Jennifer back.

“Hi, Kandis?”
“Yeah. Sorry about that. Someone was here, and-”
“It's fine. I'm surprised you called back.”
“So am I. Cut to the chase, Jen. What do you mean, Danny did it again? What did he do?”
My former foster 'father' (I use the term  loosely) committed more than one un-father-like acts during the three months I lived with him and his wife Kathy.
“Well, they recently had the care of a thirteen year old girl. And-”
“Okay. That. Got it. What exactly do you need me for?”
“He's been arrested. We need you to make a statement, and perhaps testify if-”
I felt my blood instantly boil over.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Jen?! Fifteen years ago no one gave a damn what I had to say about that asshole, but now you do? Get the fuck out of here. No. No!”
I heard her take a deep breath, and I did too. I had an instant anger headache.
“I deserve that, I think. But please hear me out?”
“This ought to be good. You're lucky I have morbid curiosity.”
“Thank you. Listen, I am sorry for what happened to you fifteen years ago. We explained to you then why it wouldn't have been a good idea to make a formal report. You had bounced around several homes, made many complaints. The agency saw you as a troubled child-”
“I think you mean problem child.”
“If you want to call it that, yes. They wouldn't have believed you.”
“Oh but now they do? Do you have any idea how shitty this sounds?”
“Yes. I've had three other conversations just like this one this morning. I-”
“Three?! Fuck's sake, how the hell were these people still fostering? Did no one report them?”
I heard another sigh. “Until recently, no. Case workers are not allowed to share details of their cases with each other. The other three girls had three different workers. None of us knew about the others, the indcidents spanned a few years. You were the first. This girl? Made such a fuss, she wouldn't be silenced... and she had proof. Now we need to show the history, and not only make sure no children go to that home again, but that Mr. Anderson stays behind bars. Like I said... we need you.”
“This is a steaming pile of bullshit! What about your director? The one who told me to keep my mouth shut? I bet he knew about the other three, and told them to shut up too! So the agency that had no interest in helping me then wants my help now? You can tell them I said to kiss my entire gigantic ass.... twice!”
I heard another sigh. I didn't give a shit how frustrated Jennifer was, or how hard I was making her job – again. These people had some fucking balls!
“Can I ask you to take a few days to think about it, before you refuse?”
“You can ask me again in a few days, I can't see myself agreeing to talk now when I was told not to because no one would believe me. What's the difference now, huh? Cause I'm not a kid? Cause I'm on TV, so I'm more believable? What?!”
“Because... we made a mistake. And we want to fix it.”
“It's fifteen years too late to fix it for me.”

And I ended the call.

The nerve.

The fucking nerve!

I got up and pulled pants and shoes on, then stormed downstairs and out the hotel door, to a bar across the street. Yeah, it was just noon on a Tuesday, but I needed several drinks thanks to Jennifer making me think about things I hadn't thought about since I was a kid. With good reason.

Danny fucking Anderson.

Somehow he and his wife had gotten through all the tests and background checks to become foster parents... only to feed his fetish for teenage girls.

Now they want to listen to me.

Fuck them.

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Invasion is over, I kicked a few asses in the stupid battle royal before Mika Kozlov chucked me out. Whatever. Everything about that show  pissed me off. For most of the year, I have been all over the main event... until I lost two matches and then BAM! Filler battle royal with a pity prize for the winner. I told you at Invasion and I'll say it again in case you missed it....I am better than that, and I will not settle for being shoved into a pile with everyone else, I deserve and demand the spotlight back!

Clearly someone was paying attention because now? I have a match that could mean something. I'm facing someone I haven't faced yet, Gavin Taylor... who just so happens to hold the Rush Championship. Again. Congrats on making history doll, but you need to understand this too – you also made one hell of an enemy. I've spoken to Drake enough to know that he's the kind of guy who doesn't really let go of grudges, and taking the mans championship is one hell of a way to create a grudge. He was clearly pissed as soon as the match was over.... you do remember that, right?

Yeah, you do.

So I'm just saying. Don't get too comfortable with that belt. I know its not up for grabs in our match, and even though I made a fuss about being an afterthought and deserving more... that's fine with me. Who am I to step in the way of a man with a grudge, right? Instead.. I'm gonna do everything I can to help him.

In case you don't catch my meaning, I'll explain. See, I'm gonna give you a fight you don't expect, I'm gonna shake your confidence, then I'm gonna beat you. And when the time comes for you to defend that title in a rematch? You will be easy pickings for my boy Drake.

I know, that sounds weird, cause he's all into this pure BS and he's got like followers or acolytes or some shit now... and a wife, who would have seen that coming? And I'm the furthest thing from pure that most of you will ever see. But I have to hand it to the guy, he's dedicated to what he believes in and that's more than most people can say.

Do you believe in anything, Gavin? Or do you just act like you believe in yourself and hope no one sees through the smoke and mirrors?

And don't try to tell me I'm talking out of my ass, because like recognizes like. I know all about putting on a front and hoping for the best. Your extreme confidence and ego are nothing but a cover for the fact that you aren't really sure if you're everything you say you are.

I know this, because I've done it. Most of my life actually. Even here in Emerge to a degree. But a few losses and then being shoved aside for the next big thing does a lot to make a person really take a look at themselves. I tried to be something I wasn't.

No more of that shit, doll.

I'm not a nice person, I don't really respect everyone just for being here, that has to be earned. And if you piss me off? May whatever god you believe it save your soul.

You haven't pissed me off Gavin. Yet. But you pissed one of my friends off. And that's close enough.

Hope you're ready to be tenderized.