Fucking Secrets – August 5, 2018

Candi’s in Denver
August 5, 2018

It’s a Sunday morning and Candi is in the office of her bar. If there’s one thing that Candi can do that most wouldn’t think she could do is that she can crunch numbers. She finds solace in balancing her books as she plugs number after number into her calculator and watches the numbers climb on the screen.

Once she’s satisfied with the number, she leans back in her chair and Candi Bratton goes to a place she hasn’t gone in a very long time.

24 Years Ago

He has come in an out of their lives for years. Candi always let him back in.

The argument was petty. She’s not entirely sure how it escalated as quickly as it did but it stopped abruptly with the back of his hand smacking her cheek. In front of her kids. Their kids.

Candi Bratton was never one for dramatics. However, on this day things turned the corner for her. She instructed the children to go to their room and not come out until she said.

The violence that followed was witnessed by only two individuals. Candi herself and the man she beat into submission. The father of her children. The man who floated in and out of their lives without a care in the world.

Until that day.

It would be the last time she would ever see him as he fled out of her home and as she slammed the door, he watched her from the yard. Her final words to him would haunt her for years.

“If you ever come back here, I’ll fucking kill you.”

One thing Candi never could be was a victim. She would never allow a man to come into her home and hit her in front of her children. However, this one day set a chain in motion that she could not anticipate.

And three days later, it would come to a very sad conclusion.

Present Day

As Candi Bratton snaps out of her reverie, she glances at her cell phone. The call she received last night had been building in her head all night and into today.

She had a match on Thursday and again on Monday.

While her Parking Lot Brawl with Lance Mikes during HcW’s Hardcore Kingdom was the far more high profile match coming, she wasn’t sweating Mikes. She’s never sweated a fight in her life. Not one time did she ever get those butterflies that other wrestlers talked about before a big fight.

She would pummel him from one end of the parking lot to the other. She would win or she would lose. But she would make sure that Lance Mikes never forgot who the fuck that Candi Bratton is.

But she most certainly wasn’t sweating this fight.

However, for the first time she was definitely feeling those butterflies as her match on Thursday with Jansen Myrrh were bringing up things from her past she hadn’t thought about in a very long time. For the first time, she was sweating. She was not prepared for what she must face come Thursday Throwdown.

But in the end, she knew she must face it. Face her.

She took in a big sigh and then reached for her beer and finished it before tossing the bottle into trash can. She reaches for her cell phone and scrolls until she finds the contact she wants to dial and clicks it.

“It’s me. Yeah, a long time.”

“I want to know what she knows. About that night. Does she even know who the fuck I am?”

“She’s going to have to find out.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you want. This isn’t about you. This is something you should have told her a long fucking time ago.”

“I don’t know just yet what I’m gonna do, but they want me to fight her. Is that what you want?”

“You and your fucking secrets.”

Secrets that Candi Bratton knew could no longer remain hidden.