
The following is rated R for Strong Language. Viewer Discretion is highly advised<p align=right>Location: Salt Lake City, Utah
Currently Playing: Falling For Ya by Grace Phipps
The time is almost upon us. My Bloody Valentine is 48 hours away and three out of the six bombshells have voiced their own opinions. However their opinions mean absolute shit. They are already writing me off as a potential threat. I guess Jessie doesn't remember me beating her twice. I guess that says a lot about her memory these days.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Those were the words running through Candy's mind as she sat in front of her laptop. The camera was running as her face showed how bored she was trying to convince those in this match she is a real threat. As she is sitting in front of her computer, a commotion seems to be coming from the living room of her home in Salt Lake City. She places her hands along her face before standing up to her feet.
"Someone had better be fucking dying," she mumbled under her breath while walking away from her laptop. The only thing running through mind was stepping out from behind the shadows of those before her. It was her time to shine and she was going to do whatever it took.
She turns the door handle on her bedroom door and opens it up. Her eyes open wide as they fall on Smith standing in her living room. It had been a long time since they saw each other.
"What are you doing here?" she asks while crossing her arms over her chest.
Smith turns his head to see Candy standing in front of her bedroom wearing her Heartless Bitch t-shirt with jean shorts. A smile comes across his face as he looks at her. "You look great Candace," he says.
"Thanks," she responds while looking down at the floor. Her sister Hazel was in the room as well as she hasn't stopped glaring at Smith.
"What is up with your sister?" he asks while pointing at her.
Candy notices Hazel glaring at Hazel and smirks. "It could be that you didn't answer my question. Why are you here?" she asks again while looking at him.
"I was in Salt Lake City and thought I should come see you," he vaguely answers while shoving his hands into his pockets.
"That's a bullshit story," retorts Hazel as Candy puts her hand up at her sister.
"Hazel, why don't you go see if the girls are ready?" says Candy as she looks at Hazel.
Without saying another word, Hazel disappears upstairs as she goes to check on the other girls. Smith breathes a sigh of relief while looking to take a seat.
"Who said you could sit down?" asks Candy while waiting for Hazel to be out of sight.
"I..uh...I," he stammers while looking at Candy. She doesn't seem to be amused by his stuttering as she taps her bare foot on the hardwood floor.
"Well, I am waiting," she continues to prod while glaring at him.
"What do you want me to say Candace?" he blatantly asks her while looking into her eyes.
"First off, stop with the Candace shit. I want to know why you haven't returned any of my phone calls or text messages? It's almost like I return to the states after my world tour with SCW and you go off the grid. Now tell me why are you here?" she presses him while not changing her facial expression.
"I am sorry Candace. I wanted to call you back but I was giving strict orders not to get in touch with you," he answers while sitting down on the arm rest of the couch.
"Oh don't give me that shit Smith. Who would give that order?" she asks while shifting her weight.
"You know who Candace. They are hoping it would bring you back," he answers while reaching his hand out toward her.
Candy places her right hand on her face while looking at him. "Why would I go back to that life? I don't need it. I am finally getting what I wanted in Sin City Wrestling," she replies.
"Are you sure about that?" he asks while placing his hand back on his thigh.
Candy looks at him while moving closer. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asks.
"I have been watching lately and you seem to have picked up a very nasty mean streak. From what I saw, it's got you nowhere," he answers while a huge gulp goes down his esophagus.
She throws her hands up in the air while beginning to pace back and forth. Meanwhile Hazel is sitting at the top of the stairs watching intently with Ashley and Isabella right beside her.
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Mean streak? I guess you can call it that. I mean it's more like the true Candy Overton has come out to play. I have heard everything you bimbos had to say and it makes me laugh. Jessie Salco, do you remember Summer EXXXtreme 3? That was the night I beat you and Crystal Hilton. Do remember that Jessie? Do you remember when I first appeared on Climax Control in the Blast From The Past tournament? Who did I beat to move forward? That's right it was you. So tell me Jessie, what makes you think I can't do it again?
From where I am standing, you are the favorite to win due to being a former champion but let's be real here. You aren't going to be the one walking out as the new bombshell roulette champion. Why? Well it's really simple. I have been after this belt since departing from that pathetic tag partner in Cindy Warren. How many times did I come close to winning only for it to slip right through my fingers? I have dreamt of this moment and no one is going to take it away from me. I don't care what I have to do in order to get my hands on that belt. You bitch about not being a champion for months Jessie. Well I got you beat, I haven't been a champion for five years and damn it I will break that streak.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"I hope she decks him," Isabella whispers into Hazel's ear.
"If she doesn't then I will," Hazel whispers back while they quietly watch her sister.
"How do you know it hasn't gotten me anywhere Smith?" she asks him while continuing to pace.
"How many wins do you have under your belt?" he answers with a question of his own.
Candy lets out a sigh while shaking her head. "I don't care about wins or losses," she admits while placing a hand on her forehead while stopping at the back window.
"If you don't care about wins or losses then why are you targeting these women," he replies while trying to get to the real problem.
"Why should I answer you Smith?" she asks him while looking at the snow covered ground.
Smith stands up to his feet and slowly walks over to the window. "I want to know what is going through your head at the moment. Somewhere between Australia and South America, you changed and I'm not sure if it was a good kind of change," he answers while placing his hands onto her shoulders.
Isabella and Hazel are gagging at the sight of Smith touching Candy as they continue to watch. "Has it occurred to you that maybe I got tired of being disrespected? Night after night, I would put my heart and soul in every match for what? The fans didn't appreciate what I was doing and the same could be said about my peers. Every single one of them kept calling me a joke. So I decided to do something about it," she admits again while shaking his hands off her shoulders.
"Since when did Candace Overton care what others thought of her? Out of all the years I have known you, you were always a fighter. You never let what people said effect you so why are you giving into them now," he retorts while spinning her around.
"You don't get it Smith. I got tired of being the nice girl who got trampled on by everyone in the locker room. I wanted so badly to be the next great bombshell. You know I wanted to be like Misty, Roxi and Mercedes. I wanted to be respected but instead I got disrespected. I mean Misty even dissed me a couple of times. So tell me Smith, would you continue playing nice when everyone around is treating you like shit?" she asks him point blank.
Smith shrugs his shoulders. "I wouldn't know anything about that Candace. I tend to not let negativity drag me down. I use it to fuel my passion to press forward," he answers hoping that would help.
Candy shakes her head while turning back toward the window.
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Is he fucking serious? How can I just let go of what these bitches done to me? Since day one, I have been shown very little respect. Well that is where things change. Some people can say I'm still a lesser individual but all it will do is fuel my drive to prove them wrong. That is why I am to do at My Bloody Valentine. In order for it to happen, I must go through Veronica Taylor and Kate Steele.
Two bimbos who don't even belong in this business. I mean Veronica is just a shell of her former self. She hasn't done anything worth while since departing from that wretched group The Mean Girls. Has she won anything lately? Didn't think so. She has always been the weak link and come My Bloody Valentine she will become irrelevant yet again.
The same can be said about Kate Steele. She came in with just fire and passion. She doesn't like me well the feeling is mutual. I don't like you Kate. It has nothing to do with your choice of music. It's just you are so vanilla. Is there really anything that makes you a champion? How many matches have you had? How many of them did you actually win? In my opinion you are going to be another name notched onto my hit list.
I guess I should also talk about Traci Patterson. Here is the tag team specialist getting her first taste at singles gold. I will give her props she is one of three bombshells who have defeated Twisted Sister. However she isn't going to be walking out with that championship around her waist.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"You don't seem to understand the pain I have carried around Smith. How could you? You are barely around as it is. It's almost like the agency means more to you than me. When I needed you the most, you weren't there," she says as a tear appears out of the corner of her eye.
"I am sorry Candace. I have tried but you know how life is," is the excuse he gives her. A smirk comes across her face as she looks deeper into the mirror.
"You lying sack of shit," she blurts out while spinning around to face him. "Who have you been sleeping with huh?" she asks him while slamming her hand into his chest.
Smith looks in shock as he holds up his hands, "I...uh, now hold on." Those are the only words he can spew out as the three girls widen their eyes.
Candy knew something was up since he hasn't stopped calling her by her first name. "Who is she? Is she a friend of mine? Is she a hooker?" she keeps questioning him. The look on his face kind of tells the entire story.
"It was just a one time thing. I was undercover....," he claims while backing himself up a bit.
"Get out!" she shouts while pointing towards the door.
"Candace, please don't kick me out. You're going to need a friend," he pleads.
"She already does," says a voice as Smith stops dead in his tracks. The three girls along with Candy has a smirk on their face. Smith slowly turns to see Miss Ravenwood standing in the foyer of Candy's home.
"I thought she kicked you to the curve," says Smith while not believing what he is seeing.
"You thought wrong. I knew Candy just needed sometime to think things through and she hasn't let me down. I love how she took initiative and took control of her own career. Now she has one thing left to do," states Miss Ravenwood as Candy walks up behind Smith.
She grabs him by the collar and leads him toward the door. Miss Ravenwood steps to the side as Candy tosses Smith out onto his ass. She wipes her hands while slamming the door. She turns back to Miss Ravenwood while showing a smirk. "I was wondering when you were going to show up," says Candy while walking back into the room.
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Let's see I have talked about Jessie. I have ran Kate and Veronica through the mud. Not to mention basically told the world Traci stands no chance in hell. Now who have I forgot. Oh that's right the woman who took a certain flea's place. Talk about being a lucky duck Twisted Sister. Somehow you wormed your way into this match. Now I have no problem with you but then again I never did pay your ass back for attacking me.
Tell me Twisted Sister, how did it feel to get beat by me? Did it feel good? I bet it felt horrible but trust me. This time around will be much different. Why? Because I'm not scared of you. I don't think you belong in this match. I feel you belong in an institution with padded walls surrounding you.
You girls can try and claim I don't belong in this type of match. However that is a mute point since I am in this match. A six pack challenge is tricky. Especially when you throw in the roulette wheel but know this it doesn't matter what the stipulation is by the time the bell rings. Because I am going to be one who walks out with the championship firmly in my grip.
The dentists are going to be working over time because he will see four of you in his office. He is going to wonder what happened. That is when you bitches will tell that we got a lethal dose of TOOTH DECAY.
I'll catch you girls in Long Beach.