August 2nd 2006


The New York summer air was warm and clammy, the type of day when you just want to be soaking yourself in freezing cold water or laying naked in four feet of snow. Kendell was never fazed by heat; she assumed this was because of her Sicilian blood however as she stood there in her black, knee length haute couture dress, with matching oversized sunglasses all she could think about was the irony in the fact that it was the warmest and also sunniest day in New York that she could remember.

Priest: “La morte mi troverà vivo.”

She could hear sobbing from behind her, words of comfort and the occasional sympathetic hug as people gathered together around the expensive gold rimmed coffin draped with flowers in the colors of the Sicilian flag. Tall, dark men in tight expensive designer suits, bleach blonde women in Versace and between them all stood Kendell, apathetic as always as they buried her father.

Old Man: “Miss Luciano, we’re sorry for your loss.”

She looked at the frail old man and his wife and nodded, turning her attention back to the centre of the crowd as they began to lower the coffin into the ground. She had never been the emotional type, infact it had been because of her father and his lifestyle that she had become so cold hearted, watching your father murder somebody in cold blood does certain things to a sixteen year old girl. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him, he was her father and there where times between them she would always remember but he was reason she had blood on her hands, he was the reason she would never care about anybody but herself, so she forgave herself for not wanting to cry as she tried to stiffle the smile that was creeping up the corner of her lips.

As the crowd dispersed she stood still in the same position in front of the open grave, people one by on coming over to console her and offer her their condolences. The death of a prominent figure in the business of Sicilian organised crime. Before she knew it she was the only once left, staring into a dark hole where her past now lay to rest.

Kendell Smith: “Heart attack… who would have thought. All the things in the World you’ve been through and it was your high colesterol that finished you off.”

She sniggered slightly, pushing her dark glasses up the bridge of her nose and moving closer to the grave.

Kendell Smith: “I guess the weather today reflects the mood of the people of New York, free at last from the Capo di Tutti Capi. I can’t remember the sun being so bright. I remember when I was younger you used to bring me down to manhattan beach and we’d build sand castles by the sea… of course that memory is tarnished by the image of you cutting somebodies eye out in our garage the day after Christmas.”

She smiled slightly, shaking her head back and forth and raising her head to look up at the clear blue sky.

Kendell Smith: “You picked your timing though, just as selfish in death as you where in life. I’m supposed to be getting ready to fight today, you know that thing I decided to do to get rid of the blood lust you thrust upon me in my youth? You see unlike you I decided to take the root of not becoming a murderer, but fighting in legal surroundings. Instead here I stand, as they bury you.”

She turned her eyes away from the blue New York sky, speckled with the tops of high buildings, and turned her attention back to the dark hole in the ground.

Kendell Smith: “You’ll rot in hell for the things you’ve done.”

She pulled her Prada bag up onto her shoulder and smiled.

Kendell Smith: “And I guess you can keep me a seat.”




Present Day


She leaned back in the large leather chair, crossing her long, bare, sun-kissed legs, her thigh length chiffon dress brushing against her soft skin as she made herself comfortable behind the desk. The man standing in front of her raised an eyebrow, curious as to why she felt it appropriate to be sitting in his chair and at the same time admiring the beauty before him. She looked at him, smoke bellowing from her slightly parted perfect red lips before an arrogant smirk crept up the corners of her mouth. He watched as the light cloud of cigarette smoke danced around her, her perfect face, ample breasts and hypnotising light eyes drawing him in. She was like no other that much was true. There wasn’t a man alive that wasn’t impressed by the presence of such a woman, but she knew it. The confidence of knowing she’ll always get what she wanted was obvious, and it radiated from her.

GBL: “I’d ask how you got in to my office but I’m sure I wouldn’t get an answer.”

She smiled her smile as stunning as the rest of her.

Kendell Smith: “You act like you’re not happy to see me.”

That smile again, coy yet confident, almost playful. She brushed her long dark hair back from her face, as she shifted her weight, uncrossing her long legs and then crossing them again encouraging the dress to move slightly higher up her thigh.

GBL: “I’m curious, curious as to why you are here after so long.”

It was an understandable reaction; after all she had left UWF once before, in the middle of a title hunt, without a word, without a trace, as if she had never been there to begin with. She had her reasons though, she needed time, but time had only made her stronger, more confident and thirsty for success.

Kendell Smith: “I think you know why I’m here.”

He raised an eyebrow as he looked back as her mischievous grin.

Kendell Smith: “I’m here because I’m ready, I’m ready to take on UWF and I’m ready to be number one.”

GBL: “Oh is that right? Are you sure this time? I mean, we don’t want you up and leaving because you broke a nail sweetheart.”

Now it was his turn to be defiant. She smiled once again, impressed by his confidence and the fact that he wasn’t as intimidated by her presence as she had first assumed. She contemplated her answer, as he stood there, the question lingering between them. She had so many answers to his question, she could tell him how the last few months had helped her realise her lust for blood, how she now realised the pleasure in pain and how she felt like a heroin addict with liquid contentment pulsing through her veins every time she inflicted physical pain on another human being. After all weren’t we just pawns, where the weakest fall and the stronger, well they always rise to the top. The rules of the wild; kill or be killed. Instead however she settled on two simple words.

Kendell Smith: “I’m sure.”

GBL: “I’m glad to hear it. Welcome back.”

Kendell Smith: “It’s good to be back.’

GBL: “So tell me Kendell, exactly where have you been the last seven months?”

She wasn’t one to discuss her private life. She believed the reason for her sudden departure had very little to do with UWF and her career for the time being. The last seven months had been a blur of alcohol and cocaine fuelled nights with casual sex thrown in for that extra kick.

Kendell Smith: “I had things to take care of.”

GBL: “Things more important than your career?”

Kendell Smith: “You don’t know the half of it.”

GBL: “Well let’s get this show on the road.”

Kendell smiled again, pushing herself up from his leather chair and walking across the room, brushing her hand against his chest as he passed her by, before taking his place in the chair. She leaned along his desk, her legs brushing against as arm as she swung herself around so that she was almost sitting on the desk in front of her.

GBL: “So I was thinking you’ll probably want to go for the IC title again this time around considering you where on the hunt for it the last time you where here.”

Kendell Smith: “Well I was thinking of setting my sights a little higher this time around.”

She smiled while biting her lip playfully looking at him as he raised his eyebrow suspiciously.

GBL: “How much higher?”

Kendell Smith: “I was thinking… Icon’s title higher…”

GBL: “You know I can’t do that, you’re only back on the roster. You know I don’t just hand out success to just anybody you have to work hard to gain my respect.”

She leaned forward towards him so that she was almost on him, her breath against the side of his face as she spoke, her cleavage in full view of his eye line.

Kendell Smith: “I’m the hardest working woman in the business, and I’ll do anything to prove it.”

GBL: “Oh is that right?”

Kendell Smith: “Anything…”

She moved back away from him, still sitting on his desk and balancing herself with her hands behind her, she stared at him, telling him everything he needed to know with her eyes.

GBL: “With Stryfe returning as well as other things you’ll have to work very hard to get up there.”

Kendell Smith: “Oh I plan to.”

GBL: “Louie Heart.”

Kendell Smith: “Who?...”

GBL: “He’s the hardcore champion and he’ll be your opponent this week.”

Kendell Smith: “And how will this lead to getting a shot at Icon?”

GBL: “Well my dear, beat him and you’ll go on to round two. I told you you’ll have to work hard.”

He leaned forward and ran his thumb along the outline of her jaw. She leaned her face against his hand and smiled back at him.

Kendell Smith: “Hardcore champion eh? Well aint that a joke. Being hardcore champion is like being the worst of the champions. Obscurity and mediocrity, if that’s what he is willing to settle for then there is no doubt in my mind that I can take him apart, after all I do everything to perfection.”

GBL: “Louie Heart isn’t somebody to be taken lightly. He’s achieved a lot since his arrival at UWF.”

Kendell Smith: “The Mexicans have achieved a lot since their arrival stateside but that doesn’t mean they’re doing great things now does it. Lets be honest here, men like Louie, well they come and go and they’re forgotten about, women like me however we come and we leave our mark on existence so that everybody knows we where here to begin with. That’s what I plan to do this time around, true I hadn’t the time nor the will power to do it the last time I was here, I was too busy screwing one of your champions to care as to where my career would go, and that suited me just fine but this time, well this time around I wont be beaten by the likes of Gary Reece, the man can barely spell his own name. Louie Heart is just somebody who is standing in my way and well, nobody stands in my way, I always get what I want.”

GBL: “I well believe it.”

Kendell Smith: “Little do you know, but I bet you’re willing to find out.”

GBL: “Show me a man who isn’t. After all you where enough to take on the great Khristian Call, I can’t say I’m not curious.”

Kendell Smith: “Play your cards right Boss and I’ll put an end to your curiosity.”

She pushed herself up off the desk to her feet, he looked up at her smiling as she stood over him a glint in her eye and filth on her mind, but she refrained. Kendell may have been renowned for her loose lifestyle but she knew when to use her sexuality to her advantage and right now was not the time.

GBL: “Going so soon?”

Kendell was taught a lesson about foreplay at a very young age, so much so that she had now perfected it. The most intense kind of foreplay is anticipation. So she decided to leave now, hoping that she had implanted the image of herself sprawled across the desk deep in his mind. She leaned forward, flicking her tongue gently along his ear lobe and whispering.

Kendell Smith: “I have a match to prepare for.”

She pulled back from him smiling down at him before turning on her heal and walking toward this door as his eyes burned into her while she left. She closed the door behind her, happy in the knowledge that he watched her leave. She began making her way down the hallways to her locker room, thinking about her return and how she would be taking on Louie Heart this week at Adrenaline. She hadn’t heard much about Louie but she knew she would have to do her homework before they stepped into the ring on Monday.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she walked confidently down the backstage hallways, occasionally getting an impressed look from the stage hands, nothing she wasn’t used to; grease monkey’s always tended to be that bit more over sexed then the successful men that attracted her. She pushed the door open to her locker room, large brown boxes and Louis Vuitton luggage where thrown about the place waiting to be put away. Soon this place would be her home away from home once again, the thought brought a smile to her face as she entered the locker room and closed the door behind her. She walked over the large mirror which sat on her dressing table, putting her purse down on the floor she took a seat in front of the mirror and looked back at herself.

Bright blue eyes curtained under thick dark eyelashes stared back at her; the kind of eyes that told a story, eyes that would draw you in and make you forget yourself, the eyes of a heart breaker. Her long dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, tanned from the time she had been spending in southern California. Then she smiled, that confident smile which had not left her face all day. It was a day to be confident, a day to be happy, after all today was the day Kendell Smith joined the UWF roster once again.

She looked away from her own reflection and slid open the drawer in the dressing table removing from it a small plastic bag containing white narcotics and a razor blade. She emptied the contents of the clear plastic onto the dressing table, the white powder forming a small mountain in front of her, she took the razor blade between her fingers and began to cut it into lines, she slipped her hand into her purse again and removed from it a hundred dollar bill with a smile on her face. She rolled up the bill and looked at herself in the mirror once again.

Kendell Smith: “To new beginnings, to new found success, and to kicking the life out of Louie Heart.”

The scene fades as she puts the bill to her nostril and leans forward to the dresser table.