They say the freaks come out at night and as the rest of middle class suburbia sleeps tucked up in their beds dreaming about the day that has just ended the freaks among us come alive, ready to soak in the night under the constant glare of the stars. The sun had barely disappeared from sight as Kendell walked out the door of the large estate that was her family’s multi million dollar property. She was dressed for the night ahead, her long legs accentuated in a short leather skirt which barely scraped the top of her thighs, her top half equally as seductive in a tight black corset which just stopped her from spilling out over the top of it. Her long, dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders, her eyes painted for the night and her lips blood red. She pressed the button on her car keys unlocking the beautiful brand new Lamborghini and sending both the passenger and driver’s door swinging upwards.

Jeff: “Drink driving, will you never learn.”

He said it with a smirk, knowing the irony in correcting Kendell about anything she did. Kendell just looked at him and shrugged as he sniggered, before sliding her slender, muscular physique into the driver’s seat and pulling the door shut behind her. Jeff followed her lead, pulling himself into the passenger side of the car and barely getting to put his seat belt on before Kendell revved the engine of the car, almost throwing them both backwards.

Jeff: “Jesus, take it easy or we won’t make it to the fucking place.”

Kendell Smith: “Oh stop whining Jeff.”

Jeff: “I’m not whining I’m simply saying it’s obvious you’ve spent most of your life chauffeured around by your father’s driver.”

Kendell just scoffed, pretending she didn’t hear his little dig at her. Tonight wasn’t a night for arguing; tonight was a night for celebration after her win over Hitman. She still felt like she was living in this surreal bubble. She knew she could do it but actually seeing the gold in a glass cabinet in her locker room brought a genuine smile to her face. She had spent most of that previous week celebrating her win and tonight was no different as she planned to meet a friend before her tag match and practice the only way she knew how. Looking at the clock on the dash of the car she realised she was losing valuable drinking time, she pushed her foot down on the accelerator sending the high performance sports car lurching forward at illegal road speeds as Billy Idol’s ‘Rebel Yell’ thumped from her expensive sound system.

Jeff: “Why are we rushing? You don’t have the meet him for nearly another hour.”

Kendell Smith: “You know me, I like to be early.”

Jeff: “Actually you usually like to make a fashionably late entrance.”

Kendell Smith: “What’s your problem tonight Jeff? Somebody toss you off wrong? Or are you just jealous because you no longer get the majority of my attention.”

This put a stop to his feeble attempts at belittling her. It was no secret had had a thing for Kendell since they where both in high school, however despite his wealth and good looks her had never been what Kendell was looking for in a man. She had used him time and time again for her own sexual pleasure and discarded him like yesterday’s rubbish just as fast. Despite this he was still the closest thing to a best friend that she had. Because of his obsession with her he let her wipe her feet in him time and time again without as much as a moan which suited Kendell fine. She pulled the car up to a large, warehouse looking building, numerous extravagant looking cars lined up outside. She smiled up at the building as she brought the car to stop, the stereo system turning itself off as she pulled the keys from the ignition and raised the large driver side door, stepping out of the sleek sports car onto the oil stained asphalt. She ran her long black painted nails through her hair, brushing it out of her face before throwing the keys to her Lamborghini into the hands of the valet standing by. Jeff followed close by as she made her way up to the large entrance to the building. Numerous people dressed in leather and chains stood outside, their hair a mix of every color in the rainbow and piercings in places God never intended to have holes. As she walked in she was almost overwhelmed by the loud banging of drums and intense atmosphere surrounding her.

From the ceiling hung large metallic hoops and from the large metallic hoops hung scantily clad women, with pieces of material barely hiding their shame as they defied gravity, swinging from the hoops fifty foot above the ground. Cages where strewn around the large abandoned factory, holding inside more people in leather dancing despite their wrists being bound to the cage with shackles. It wasn’t a place for the closed mind but as Jeff and Kendell walked through towards the bar they never batted and eyelash.

The bar wasn’t our conventional bar either, on top of the laid out wooden counter which stretched from one side of the ware house to the other where naked men and women dancing to the heavy rock music which infected them all. On the bar, the bartenders lay out hundreds of glasses of foreign alcohol to keep the attendees happy. Kendell picked up one and lowered it back. It was strong and taste like whiskey and vodka, not something she would have chosen to drink but she either drank it or drank nothing. She glanced down at her watch.

He should be here soon.

As soon as she thought it she felt her cell phone vibrate against here hip. She looked down at the phone which was attached to the waist band of her leather skirt. She slipped it off and looked at the front screen. It was him. Realising she wouldn’t be able to hear a word he as saying in midst of the crowd of hundreds and the noise of heavy rock music she decided to make her way to the toilets.

Kendell Smith: “I’ve to go make a phone call. Cut me a line for when I get back.”

Jeff: “What?!”

Kendell Smith: “I said cut me a line! I’m the toilet.”

Jeff: “Oh right, I’ll wait here for you so.”

He continued to stare up at the gothic looking girl with fake breasts dancing on the bar in front of him as Kendell raised an eyebrow, men, they where all the same. She began pushing her way through the large crowd in hopes of getting somewhere a little quieter or at least somewhere where she could hear herself think. Surprisingly enough there wasn’t a long queue to the toilets and Kendell pushed past whoever was in the queue without a word being said. When it came to places like this it was a renowned whom she was and nobody dared question a thing she did. The toilets were nothing you would have expected them to be. They where spotlessly clean and a person stood at each basin ready to hand out soap, perfumes or other toiletries. This wasn’t any underground party, this was the playground of the elite, a twice yearly event held for the richest and most elite in the United States. It was mostly filled with the children of the rich and famous, here spending daddy’s money on drink, drugs and sex.

She pushed her way into a stall and took out her cell phone again. Two missed calls from him. She redialled the number and listened to it ring and ring and ring. Almost ready to give up she took the phone away from her ear until she heard a voice.

Man: “Hello?”

Kendell Smith: “Hey, can you hear me?”

Man: “Where the hell are you?”

Kendell Smith: “I’m here, I’m in the toilets calling you but I’ll meet you at the back where the bar is.”

Kendell clicked her phone closed and slipped it back onto the waistband of her leather skirt, swinging open the door and walking to one of the basins to look in the mirror.

Girl: “Kendell? Oh my god Kendell is that you?”

She didn’t even have to turn around, she recognised the voice. It was like nails being dragged down a chalk board, so shrill it almost made her ears bleed. Kendell looked into the mirror so she could see behind her. She was indeed right.

Kendell Smith: “Hi Jacquelyn.”

Jacquelyn: “Hi Kendell! Long time no see.”

Jacquelyn leaned in and wrapped her arms around Kendell before she even had a chance to turn away from the mirror. Kendell forced a smile even though the look of disgust was still obvious in her blue eyes. Jacquelyn was an old school friend of Kendell’s. They had spent most of high school in each other’s pockets not because they liked each other but because it was expected. Both Kendell’s family and Jacquelyn’s family where wealthy, both girls extremely pretty and in the hierarchy of high school it was assumed that the rich and pretty must socialize in the same group much to the dismay of Kendell. Jacquelyn was the daughter of a very famous rock star, which was originally the reason Kendell had been attracted to being around Jacquelyn despite the fact that her voice made Kendell’s skin crawl but she had made up for it by getting Jacquelyn’s father into bed at the tender age of seventeen.

Jacquelyn: “I should have known you’d be here, you never pass up and opportunity to come to one of these shindigs.”

Shindigs?

Jacquelyn: “So who are you here with?”

Kendell Smith: “Jeff and I’m waiting on somebody.”

Jacquelyn: “Jeff? Oh my gosh! It’s been forever since I’ve seen him.”

It was no secret that all through high school Jacquelyn had lusted after Jeff but unfortunately for her he only had eyes for Kendell and unfortunately for Jeff Kendell only had eyes for men with large bank balances, and larger…. Arms.

Kendell Smith: “Yea well he’s at the bar.”

Jacquelyn: “Are you two… together?”

Kendell Smith: “No, we’re just friends.”

Jacquelyn: “He never could get past the ice queen exterior then?”

She said it with a smug smirk. Kendell just looked back at her, her face unfazed, not allowing somebody like Jacquelyn get the better of her.

Kendell Smith: “Well you know me Jacquelyn, I haven’t been able to look at anybody else since I went deep dickin’ with your father.”

Kendell smirked, wishing more than anything that she had a camera to capture this moment and the look on the face of the over confident socialite who stood in front of her, it resembled a deer in the head lights of a car. She didn’t stay for the reply instead she winked at Jacquelyn and began walking out of the toilets.

Jacquelyn: “You’re still a bitch Kendell!”

Kendell Smith: “I wouldn’t have it any other way Jacquelyn.”

Kendell pushed her way through the queue and back out into the crowd of people, still dancing away in their designer brand rock outfits. Ahead of her she could see Jeff, still at the bar lowering down numerous glasses of the mystery mixture.

Kendell Smith: “Where are the lines?”

Jeff: “Your white horses await you…”

He pointed towards the bar where numerous lines of cocaine where lined up on the fake mahogany.

Jeff: “Why the sour face? The guy not coming?”

Kendell Smith: “I saw Jacquelyn Seery in the toilets.”

Jeff: “I didn’t know that frigid bitch was still alive.”

Kendell Smith: “Yea well apparently she is.”

Jeff: “How’s her dad?”

Kendell Smith: “I asked her, but she didn’t seem too happy.”

They both laughed as Kendell took the rolled up hundred dollar note from Jeff’s hands and leaned down over the counter. In full view of everybody she sniffed the white powder up into her system, not one person around her even blinked an eye.

Carlito: “Das not cool…”

Kendell turned, passing the note back to Jeff and smiling up at her tag team partner who now stood in front of her, his eyebrow raised and a frown across his face.

Kendell Smith: “Oh please… with a hair cut like that how can you judge anybody else. Calm down and have a drink.”

Carlito: “We have a match this week.”

Kendell Smith: “This is how I prepare every week and it’s worked for me up until now so why change what works? After all I am the undisputed champion, a title I plan to hold on to for a while longer. So I’ll train my way, and you train yours.”

She passed Carlito a drink, the unimpressed look on his face fading as he brought the drink to his lips. Kendell followed his lead picking up a drink from the bar and taking a few sips from it.

Kendell Smith: “So back to business. I know I don’t need to tell you what you’re up against with me this week, I’m sure you’ve been around the UWF block enough times to know that this match wont exactly be a piece of piss.”

Carlito: “I know we have this won. Don’t tell me you’re doubting it?”

Kendell Smith: “Of course I’m not doubting it! Last week I took away Gary Reece’s title and the week before that I took away Stryfe’s chances. I don’t think I’ve ever been as confident walking into a match as I will be on Monday Night. Not only am I at the top of my game but the major majority of our opponents are not. I mean we have the whole JC, Stryfe, Gary love triangle going on right in the ring beside us.”

Carlito: “The what?”

Kendell Smith: “Haven’t you been paying attention at all? JC and Stryfe have a little bastard running around somewhere and Gary is playing daddy dearest in hopes of getting somebody to love him. I always thought Stryfe was an intelligent man, and don’t get me wrong you gotta have respect for a man who held onto a World title for so long but has the guy lost it? He chooses his ex girlfriend to partner up with him that has to be one of the worst ideas his had to date. She’s not going to want to take on Gary because of their situation, where as Stryfe is going to want to beat the living crap out of Gary.”

Carlito: “So we leave the two of them to take each other out?”

Kendell Smith: “Exactly my Caribbean friend. Tasting Stryfe’s boot might help Gary forget that I owned his ass in the ring last week and took his precious belt. It was about time somebody took Gary ‘Mediocre’ Reece off his throne. Anyway if either of them comes in our direction they’ll just feel the pain they felt the last time they came in contact with me. I don’t do things by halves as I’m sure you are aware of.”

She took a long sip from her drink, smiling as she realised that they really did have the upper hand going into the match.

Carlito: “What about the Gary’s partner?”

Kendell Smith: “We don’t have to worry about Damara; she’s just another bottom of the card female wrestler. She’s not even worth mentioning.”

Jeff: “Wrestling again…”

Kendell Smith: “If you don’t like it Jeff then fuck off to the gents with one of the many whores dancing on the bar. Just remember to leave an ounce, after that I don’t care what you do.”

Looking kinda hurt and very pissed off Jeff slammed the bag of cocaine down on the bar and disappeared into the crowd. Kendell smirked, she loved the power she had over his emotions, it made her feel strong.

Kendell Smith: “So anyway, where was I, oh yea, the match. Well the other team is Bobby and Icon. Not a team to be messed with either and to make matters worse they are actually used to working together as a tag team. I’m hoping Icon’s loss against Stryfe last week has knocked his confidence a bit, either way I’ll be giving him a taste of things to come when he takes me on one on one at PPV. He may be cocky as hell but I stopped Stryfe in his tracks and I can do the same to this cocky juvenile and his tag team partner.”

Kendell held up her drink and smiled at Carlito.

Kendell Smith: “Too team work!”

Carlito smiled back and raised his glass.

Carlito: “To team work!”