"The Art of War and a Queen's Victory... Checkmate!"
Jul 28, 2019 23:56:30 GMT -5
Noah Hanson, Miss Michelle, and 1 more like this
Post by Kandi Washington on Jul 28, 2019 23:56:30 GMT -5
The scene opens inside a mansion on the outskirts of Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera crew are already inside the residence and within a trophy room. The room has a large gold encrusted throne with dodger blue colored cushion seating and around the room being displayed are numerous championship belts, magazine covers, playboy centerfolds, and awards from different wrestling promotions. The room is dimly lit and no windows inside. The door is locked and deadbolted from the outside. In big bold dodger blue letters high on the wall reads, “Welcome to Kandi Land.” On another wall of the room has the letters, “HOK and beneath it: House of Kandi.” One can only suspect this mansion is “The First Lady of Wrestling” Kandi Washington’s residence. The door to the trophy room is suddenly unlocked and dressed skimpy and alluring is Kandi Washington herself. She pauses in the doorway and leans against the entryway. She has a strapless sky-blue silk dress with white seven-inch stiletto heels, and her hair tightly pulled back into a high ponytail. She has large platinum silver loop earnings and her right-hand caresses her body as she slides it down her hips. She purses her lips and begins to talk as she walks into the room.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Most of you should already know who I am. I’m not hard to research. Google me. Google “The First Lady of Wrestling” Kandi Washington and thousands upon thousands of receipts will come up. You can research my enriched history in this business, too. You can find all my accomplishments from magazines covers to championships. I’ve never once took part in a royal rumble styled battle royal, especially one that is an inter-fed match. It’s not that I was afraid of doing one; they just never seemed to be worth my time. This one is slightly different though. I like the stipulation surrounding the battle royal in Trinity. And, there are no real threats to my quest to being number one.”
She brushes the strands of hair out from over her eyes.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “The stipulation of the battle royal is being crowned Trinity’s first-ever World Champion.”
Kandi ponders it for a second.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Then again, who wouldn’t like that stipulation? Who, in their right mind, would not want to be the first-ever World Champion of a company? You set a standard. A common trend. I love the idea about starting my newfound Trinity’s career as its headliner; its World Champion; and their hottest commodity! I’m not going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I will do whatever the fuck I need to do to grab what is rightfully mine. I will mow through the competition because the competition means absolutely nothing to me. Their feelings of sorrow and depression are irrelevant to me. The only thing that matters to me is the World Championship of Trinity. Nobody deserves or has the earned the opportunity to be this company’s headliner more than me!”
She taps her finger against her breastbone while wickedly smiling.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I have headlined every single fucking company I have ever been into! I made 4CW what it was. I made Boardwalk Wrestling a household name. I made NAW relevant! When I left a company, it wasn’t long after that those companies folded like a cheap shirt. Look at the three companies I named. Those are just a few. There are also XwF, AWF, CZW, PXW, and so forth. I am and always will be wrestling royalty and anybody who thinks you’re going to use me as a steppingstone to the World Championship, you’re fucking delusional!”
She smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Since my return to the squared circle, I have signed exclusive contracts with PHW, Alpha Pro Wrestling, Kingdom Pro, and Trinity Wrestling. I have decided it to be in my best interest to spread myself to help those ignorant fuckers that have been living under a rock for the last decade of their lives.”
Kandi holds her right hand to her forehead and she shakes her head in disbelief.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Why does it says I’m exclusively representing PHW when I’m clearly in more than one? Who cares? It’s irrelevant! Companies all over the world have been begging me to sign a contract because they know Kandi Washington is a BRAND of her own! They know whatever I touch turns to gold. They want their company to succeed and without me, they will plummet. I mean, look at me?”
Kandi twirls around and swings her hair over the shoulder.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I’m a fucking INTERNATIONAL sensation!”
Kandi snaps her fingers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “As I prepare myself for this little battle royal match, I’m gathering up all the ammo I will need to take down those other participants. I’ve muscled up a small army to help me win. When I look at this battle royal, I don’t see just any ordinary battle royal. I see a war brewing. The art of war.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “War is a state of conflict and when it comes to war, I’m the commander and chief. I excel in war and I specialize in results. I will prove to the world once again why I am wrestling’s dominant female! It doesn’t matter who is in this battle royal or not because beside my name, you’re all fucking irrelevant!”
Kandi dusts her shoulder off and twitches her nose with a smirk on her face.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I don’t often put my name in these battle royals because it opens me up for attacks. When you’re wrestling’s most hated bitch, you take extra precautions to keep yourself secured. In a battle royal like this one, I am the most vulnerable because I will be among twenty-seven other people who want my head on a platter. I say twenty-seven because I’m not coming to this battle royal alone!”
She cocks her head back.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Fuck no. do you really think I would be stupid enough to go into battle royal alone? I am bringing my one-man army who will seek out and destroy anybody who gets in my path. He leaves a path of destruction and will snap you like fucking twigs. I know most of you know who we are. We are wrestling’s royalty! Look it up. Drake Knight will take me straight to the finish line. When I cross that finish line, I will be your inaugural Trinity’s World Champion.”
She lowers her hands to her waistline and starts to circle it, imagining the title is already there. She then sets her hands on her hips as she continues to speak
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Just in case, people try to get too handsy with me, I’m using my little decoy to distract everybody. Some call her ‘Lil’ Kandi, but she works perfectly for this type of environment. You are looking at a dangerous trio in this war. Pandora and Phoenix may have a little trio of their own, but their trio doesn’t come close in terms of effectiveness. They have no idea what is about to transpire on July 30th. It’s almost foolish pride to show up for this match, especially when you’re stepping into the ring with professional wrestling’s First Lady and Queen.”
She slightly lifts her forearms to her sternum and points up to her chest with both index fingers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Trinity Wrestling practically begged me to put my name in the battle royal. They begged me because they know the reputation I have. I might be the most hated bitch, but people will watch what I am representing. People will put money down on my name or against my name because they want to see me fall. Every time the majority wishes I fall, I end up rising to the occasion. There are instances where I have loss a couple of battles over the years of my wrestling career, but I always win the war. The war in Trinity brewing is going to be no different because this is going to be a war I win!”
She slowly raises her left arm above her head and briefly closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath. She lowers her arm to her side and perches her hand on her lower hip.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Do you know why I am going to win the war? I do the necessary homework without physically doing any hard work. I have a team of researchers who take to the internet and dissect every single person in this battle royal for me. They show me the pros, cons, and in between of every single person. Those facts come in very handy, but you know what else? Knowing some of the other people in this battle royal is beneficial to helping me prepare for the match itself. Some of the other people, as much as I hate to admit it, are top notch athletes. I’m not giving them too much credit because the truth is… I can and will beat them. Who am I talking about? When I mention their names, they are going to instantly become famous because everybody tunes in when the Queen starts to speak. But, I hope they don’t let the fifteen minutes of fame go to their heads.”
She licks her lips. Kandi then starts to strut over to a pillar with one of her many championships sitting on it. It’s covered with a glass casing as she slides her fingernails over the top of the glass. She grabs it on both sides and lifts it up off from the titles. She sets it down beside the pillar on the floor.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “There’s Noah Hanson, Miss Michelle, Mark Brooks, Alex Scott, and his twat Melancholy. Melancholy is yesterday’s trash and she will be put on the curbside where Alex originally found her. Miss Michelle knows exactly who I am and that I am the head bitch in charge! Just like so many times in our careers, I will have the FINAL LICK! Miss Michelle lives in a bubble and constantly denying my greatness because she doesn’t want to admit that she’s simply second best in women’s wrestling, if even that. Her little husband? Yeah, those two are a fucking yawn-fest! Every time Miss Michelle did something, made history—I waltz in and buried her history with my own. She thought she was the foundation of the PWF Bombshell’s division? Well, I took over that title. She thought she was PWF’s First Lady, I took over that title. She thought she was the greatest PWF’s champion; well, I took over that title. She thinks she’s going to be something in Trinity? I’m going to nip that before it even has a chance to start.”
Kandi smirks and flips her hair over the shoulder. She grabs the title up off the pillar and rubs her hand over the polished gold face of the title. She then proceeds to slide it up her arm and onto her shoulder.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “The most interesting name on that list is Noah Hanson.”
She adjusts a title on her shoulder and holds it out as the cameras zoom in on it. It reads, “North America’s Wrestling Femme Fatale Champion.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Noah and I are no strangers. He knows exactly what I can do inside the ring and witnessed that first-hand, even though we have never physically gotten into the ring together. We were both coined King and Queen of NAW respectively and yet, we never met inside the ring ourselves. The greatest NAW’s World Champion and the greatest, longest, and defending NAW’s Femme Fatale Champion will clashing in the Trinity Wrestling’s epic battle royal on July 30th. This, alone, is enough to pay for the battle royal.”
She cocks her head and smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “It sure will be one for the ages and a long overdue battle. There can only be one who walks away with the victory and Noah, I know you. It doesn’t take rocket science. It’s like a game of chess. I love chess. The Queen is the most powerful player in the game and that’s going to be how this battle royal works. The Queen is the most powerful pawn in it and the Queen will be the one who walks away with the title. Not you. Noah, it’s going to be an honor in our first meeting to walk away with the win. I will keep that victory near and dear to my fucking heart because there will most likely be no rematch between us. Don’t worry Noah; I promise to make it quick and painful like your sex life.”
She slides her hand through the back of her platinum colored hair.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Noah, you shouldn’t be a stranger to shortcomings because your entire life is full of them. I wouldn’t brag too much about being champion over there at World Wrestling Headquarters because everybody knows the truth about those titles. They are made of paper. While you’re their paper champions and facing whores like Sweet Roxy, I’m gliding to the big leagues once again and representing the world of wrestling as the newly crowned Trinity Wrestling’s World Champion!”
Kandi lowers her hands to the stomach and starts circling her waist: imagining the title is already there.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I don’t need to make mention about every single one of you in this match because it’s a waste of my fucking time! I could go on and on about some of the people in this match, if I really wanted too. For example, the allegedly awesome Alex Scott thinks he’s some big shot. He’s a big fucking joke, but that’s the extent of his career! I don’t know why he thought bringing his little whore with him was going to boost his position because quite frankly, it just makes him look like a nasty pimp. There’s nothing awesome about you being in this match and there’s clearly nothing awesome about us stepping inside the ring together for our first time. I’m not fucking honored of wrestling you and I hope I don’t. I hope you’re phased out now like you were in PWF because your time has come and gone!”
She holds her right arm out and extends her fingers out as she looks at her freshly manicured fingernails.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Do you think your hatred for me is abnormal? Of course not! Everybody fucking hates me! They hate me because they can’t be me! Everybody this battle royal knows exactly who I am and wants my place in this industry. Everybody wants a QUEENDOM like me! They want me to pass my torch, but I’m not fucking ready to pass the torch. Alex, you, Noah, Michelle, Mark, Melancholy, Kitty, and the list goes on. They all want the EMPIRE I built for myself! I’m like the fucking British Empire for Christ sake! The sun never sets on my empire and I’m always taking over and colonizing a barbaric company!”
She slides her title down off her shoulder and sets the belt back on the pillar. She swings around as her ponytail swings behind her body.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Who thinks they are ready for war? Who thinks they can beat the greatest army in the world? Who is going to try to step up to my QUEENDOM? It doesn’t fucking matter what any of you wrestling rejects have to say because I’m about to make you all one of my sweetest causalities of war. Twenty-seven other names will be added to my list of fellow victims and some of you will never get an opportunity of redemption because this was your once and only chance to step inside the ring with a real Queen! I wish you all the best of luck in this world, but just as the south, France, Germany, and Japan—you’re all going to be the losers of war!”
She giggles and starts to strut toward the entryway of the trophy room. She pauses by the door and grabs the edge of it. She looks back over her shoulder and smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “That’s all I have to say about that and I always have the FINAL LICK in the matter!”
She licks her lips seductively as she waltzes out from the doorway. She grabs the door and closes it behind her as the scene fades to black.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Most of you should already know who I am. I’m not hard to research. Google me. Google “The First Lady of Wrestling” Kandi Washington and thousands upon thousands of receipts will come up. You can research my enriched history in this business, too. You can find all my accomplishments from magazines covers to championships. I’ve never once took part in a royal rumble styled battle royal, especially one that is an inter-fed match. It’s not that I was afraid of doing one; they just never seemed to be worth my time. This one is slightly different though. I like the stipulation surrounding the battle royal in Trinity. And, there are no real threats to my quest to being number one.”
She brushes the strands of hair out from over her eyes.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “The stipulation of the battle royal is being crowned Trinity’s first-ever World Champion.”
Kandi ponders it for a second.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Then again, who wouldn’t like that stipulation? Who, in their right mind, would not want to be the first-ever World Champion of a company? You set a standard. A common trend. I love the idea about starting my newfound Trinity’s career as its headliner; its World Champion; and their hottest commodity! I’m not going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I will do whatever the fuck I need to do to grab what is rightfully mine. I will mow through the competition because the competition means absolutely nothing to me. Their feelings of sorrow and depression are irrelevant to me. The only thing that matters to me is the World Championship of Trinity. Nobody deserves or has the earned the opportunity to be this company’s headliner more than me!”
She taps her finger against her breastbone while wickedly smiling.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I have headlined every single fucking company I have ever been into! I made 4CW what it was. I made Boardwalk Wrestling a household name. I made NAW relevant! When I left a company, it wasn’t long after that those companies folded like a cheap shirt. Look at the three companies I named. Those are just a few. There are also XwF, AWF, CZW, PXW, and so forth. I am and always will be wrestling royalty and anybody who thinks you’re going to use me as a steppingstone to the World Championship, you’re fucking delusional!”
She smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Since my return to the squared circle, I have signed exclusive contracts with PHW, Alpha Pro Wrestling, Kingdom Pro, and Trinity Wrestling. I have decided it to be in my best interest to spread myself to help those ignorant fuckers that have been living under a rock for the last decade of their lives.”
Kandi holds her right hand to her forehead and she shakes her head in disbelief.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Why does it says I’m exclusively representing PHW when I’m clearly in more than one? Who cares? It’s irrelevant! Companies all over the world have been begging me to sign a contract because they know Kandi Washington is a BRAND of her own! They know whatever I touch turns to gold. They want their company to succeed and without me, they will plummet. I mean, look at me?”
Kandi twirls around and swings her hair over the shoulder.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I’m a fucking INTERNATIONAL sensation!”
Kandi snaps her fingers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “As I prepare myself for this little battle royal match, I’m gathering up all the ammo I will need to take down those other participants. I’ve muscled up a small army to help me win. When I look at this battle royal, I don’t see just any ordinary battle royal. I see a war brewing. The art of war.”
“THE ART OF WAR!”
“If you know the enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt; if you know Heaven and know Earth, you may make your victory complete.” ― Sun Tzu
KANDI WASHINGTON: “War is a state of conflict and when it comes to war, I’m the commander and chief. I excel in war and I specialize in results. I will prove to the world once again why I am wrestling’s dominant female! It doesn’t matter who is in this battle royal or not because beside my name, you’re all fucking irrelevant!”
Kandi dusts her shoulder off and twitches her nose with a smirk on her face.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I don’t often put my name in these battle royals because it opens me up for attacks. When you’re wrestling’s most hated bitch, you take extra precautions to keep yourself secured. In a battle royal like this one, I am the most vulnerable because I will be among twenty-seven other people who want my head on a platter. I say twenty-seven because I’m not coming to this battle royal alone!”
She cocks her head back.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Fuck no. do you really think I would be stupid enough to go into battle royal alone? I am bringing my one-man army who will seek out and destroy anybody who gets in my path. He leaves a path of destruction and will snap you like fucking twigs. I know most of you know who we are. We are wrestling’s royalty! Look it up. Drake Knight will take me straight to the finish line. When I cross that finish line, I will be your inaugural Trinity’s World Champion.”
She lowers her hands to her waistline and starts to circle it, imagining the title is already there. She then sets her hands on her hips as she continues to speak
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Just in case, people try to get too handsy with me, I’m using my little decoy to distract everybody. Some call her ‘Lil’ Kandi, but she works perfectly for this type of environment. You are looking at a dangerous trio in this war. Pandora and Phoenix may have a little trio of their own, but their trio doesn’t come close in terms of effectiveness. They have no idea what is about to transpire on July 30th. It’s almost foolish pride to show up for this match, especially when you’re stepping into the ring with professional wrestling’s First Lady and Queen.”
She slightly lifts her forearms to her sternum and points up to her chest with both index fingers.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Trinity Wrestling practically begged me to put my name in the battle royal. They begged me because they know the reputation I have. I might be the most hated bitch, but people will watch what I am representing. People will put money down on my name or against my name because they want to see me fall. Every time the majority wishes I fall, I end up rising to the occasion. There are instances where I have loss a couple of battles over the years of my wrestling career, but I always win the war. The war in Trinity brewing is going to be no different because this is going to be a war I win!”
She slowly raises her left arm above her head and briefly closes her eyes as she takes a deep breath. She lowers her arm to her side and perches her hand on her lower hip.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Do you know why I am going to win the war? I do the necessary homework without physically doing any hard work. I have a team of researchers who take to the internet and dissect every single person in this battle royal for me. They show me the pros, cons, and in between of every single person. Those facts come in very handy, but you know what else? Knowing some of the other people in this battle royal is beneficial to helping me prepare for the match itself. Some of the other people, as much as I hate to admit it, are top notch athletes. I’m not giving them too much credit because the truth is… I can and will beat them. Who am I talking about? When I mention their names, they are going to instantly become famous because everybody tunes in when the Queen starts to speak. But, I hope they don’t let the fifteen minutes of fame go to their heads.”
She licks her lips. Kandi then starts to strut over to a pillar with one of her many championships sitting on it. It’s covered with a glass casing as she slides her fingernails over the top of the glass. She grabs it on both sides and lifts it up off from the titles. She sets it down beside the pillar on the floor.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “There’s Noah Hanson, Miss Michelle, Mark Brooks, Alex Scott, and his twat Melancholy. Melancholy is yesterday’s trash and she will be put on the curbside where Alex originally found her. Miss Michelle knows exactly who I am and that I am the head bitch in charge! Just like so many times in our careers, I will have the FINAL LICK! Miss Michelle lives in a bubble and constantly denying my greatness because she doesn’t want to admit that she’s simply second best in women’s wrestling, if even that. Her little husband? Yeah, those two are a fucking yawn-fest! Every time Miss Michelle did something, made history—I waltz in and buried her history with my own. She thought she was the foundation of the PWF Bombshell’s division? Well, I took over that title. She thought she was PWF’s First Lady, I took over that title. She thought she was the greatest PWF’s champion; well, I took over that title. She thinks she’s going to be something in Trinity? I’m going to nip that before it even has a chance to start.”
Kandi smirks and flips her hair over the shoulder. She grabs the title up off the pillar and rubs her hand over the polished gold face of the title. She then proceeds to slide it up her arm and onto her shoulder.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “The most interesting name on that list is Noah Hanson.”
She adjusts a title on her shoulder and holds it out as the cameras zoom in on it. It reads, “North America’s Wrestling Femme Fatale Champion.”
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Noah and I are no strangers. He knows exactly what I can do inside the ring and witnessed that first-hand, even though we have never physically gotten into the ring together. We were both coined King and Queen of NAW respectively and yet, we never met inside the ring ourselves. The greatest NAW’s World Champion and the greatest, longest, and defending NAW’s Femme Fatale Champion will clashing in the Trinity Wrestling’s epic battle royal on July 30th. This, alone, is enough to pay for the battle royal.”
She cocks her head and smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “It sure will be one for the ages and a long overdue battle. There can only be one who walks away with the victory and Noah, I know you. It doesn’t take rocket science. It’s like a game of chess. I love chess. The Queen is the most powerful player in the game and that’s going to be how this battle royal works. The Queen is the most powerful pawn in it and the Queen will be the one who walks away with the title. Not you. Noah, it’s going to be an honor in our first meeting to walk away with the win. I will keep that victory near and dear to my fucking heart because there will most likely be no rematch between us. Don’t worry Noah; I promise to make it quick and painful like your sex life.”
She slides her hand through the back of her platinum colored hair.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Noah, you shouldn’t be a stranger to shortcomings because your entire life is full of them. I wouldn’t brag too much about being champion over there at World Wrestling Headquarters because everybody knows the truth about those titles. They are made of paper. While you’re their paper champions and facing whores like Sweet Roxy, I’m gliding to the big leagues once again and representing the world of wrestling as the newly crowned Trinity Wrestling’s World Champion!”
Kandi lowers her hands to the stomach and starts circling her waist: imagining the title is already there.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “I don’t need to make mention about every single one of you in this match because it’s a waste of my fucking time! I could go on and on about some of the people in this match, if I really wanted too. For example, the allegedly awesome Alex Scott thinks he’s some big shot. He’s a big fucking joke, but that’s the extent of his career! I don’t know why he thought bringing his little whore with him was going to boost his position because quite frankly, it just makes him look like a nasty pimp. There’s nothing awesome about you being in this match and there’s clearly nothing awesome about us stepping inside the ring together for our first time. I’m not fucking honored of wrestling you and I hope I don’t. I hope you’re phased out now like you were in PWF because your time has come and gone!”
She holds her right arm out and extends her fingers out as she looks at her freshly manicured fingernails.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Do you think your hatred for me is abnormal? Of course not! Everybody fucking hates me! They hate me because they can’t be me! Everybody this battle royal knows exactly who I am and wants my place in this industry. Everybody wants a QUEENDOM like me! They want me to pass my torch, but I’m not fucking ready to pass the torch. Alex, you, Noah, Michelle, Mark, Melancholy, Kitty, and the list goes on. They all want the EMPIRE I built for myself! I’m like the fucking British Empire for Christ sake! The sun never sets on my empire and I’m always taking over and colonizing a barbaric company!”
She slides her title down off her shoulder and sets the belt back on the pillar. She swings around as her ponytail swings behind her body.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “Who thinks they are ready for war? Who thinks they can beat the greatest army in the world? Who is going to try to step up to my QUEENDOM? It doesn’t fucking matter what any of you wrestling rejects have to say because I’m about to make you all one of my sweetest causalities of war. Twenty-seven other names will be added to my list of fellow victims and some of you will never get an opportunity of redemption because this was your once and only chance to step inside the ring with a real Queen! I wish you all the best of luck in this world, but just as the south, France, Germany, and Japan—you’re all going to be the losers of war!”
She giggles and starts to strut toward the entryway of the trophy room. She pauses by the door and grabs the edge of it. She looks back over her shoulder and smirks.
KANDI WASHINGTON: “That’s all I have to say about that and I always have the FINAL LICK in the matter!”
She licks her lips seductively as she waltzes out from the doorway. She grabs the door and closes it behind her as the scene fades to black.