Selena Frost, Bree Lancaster & Datura vs. Kandis, Ace Marshall & Ravyn Taylor

[Kandis.]

OOC: too short to bother with the website.

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In a pool on a sunny day, we find Taking Hold of the Flame winner Kandis floating on an inflatable pool raft. Wearing black-framed sunglasses and a black bikini that looks like it's made of less material than the glasses, covering juuuuust enough to not require pixelation, Kandis has her arms up and under head, looking for all the world as if she is asleep on the raft. Soon though, a smirk spreads across her face, then she moves one hand to wave.

Hey dolls. I'm taking some time out of my very relaxing day to talk about Breakdown. Not a whole lot of time, cause I have a champion-worthy tan to work on. And to be perfectly honest... I really just don't care about this clusterfuck match

Like, at all.

Remember after I beat the shit out of Glory Braddock and said I take W's when they count? That one didn't matter, and neither does this. I've been around here long enough for y'all to know that I don't give a tenth of a fuck about trying to win this, before I ever said a word.

I mean come on. My so-called “team?” Two people I can't stand, and they can't stand me either... and they're carrying the other championships I care about, making them look ridiculous. Why would I lift one manicured finger to help them, huh?

Let's look across the ring now. We have the Tag Team Championship number one contenders... a tag team who haven't actually had one tag match together yet. Talk about a joke, right? Lancaster and Datura have been trying to get booked together for so long I almost forgot it was a real thing and not just a running gag. And on their side?

Kandis laughs a little.

Selena Frost.

Little Miss Integrity probably thinks she's gonna be scouting me, she thinks she'll be able to take whatever I throw out there and learn from it to see how I'm gonna try to beat her at Rise to Greatness, and then turn it against me.

I am not that fucking stupid.

I'm not coming to Breakdown to win. I'm not coming to Breakdown to do shit for this team I was thrown into.

I'm coming to Breakdown for one thing... to break... down... Selena Frost. Physically? Maybe. Mentally? Absolutely. I've been in her head since the Flame. She keeps getting madder and madder and all I've done is tell her, and everyone else, exactly what's going to happen. Rise to Greatness is my night. I am leaving as World Champion. And dolls, Selena just can't handle it! I should send her a rent check out of pity, for how long I've been taking up residence in her head. But maybe not. I'll be out of there soon... after I take what's mine.

So tomorrow night? I'm gonna do anything and everything it takes to make sure that come next Sunday? I am the stronger, the healthier, the more capable fighter in that ring. Y'all know that when I say anything.... I do mean anything.

Hey SCW, how's that investigation going, by the way?

Kandis smirks.

Breakdown is gonna be fun. Fuck around and make me team with people I can't stand, with the woman carrying what I want across the ring from me? You'll find out how much of a mistake that was for anyone hoping that Selena Frost will still be champion after Rise to Greatness. You're literally giving me a sanctioned opportunity to make sure she's not a hundred percent walking – or maybe limping – in. And everyone knows I never pass up a chance to take advantage of such a sexy opportunity.

Kandis licks her lips, still smirking.

See you soon, dolls. I'm done here, I have more tanning to do.

Kandis starts to carefully turn from her back to her stomach on the raft as the shot fades.