cal·lous
adj.
1. Having calluses; toughened
2. Emotionally hardened; unfeeling: a callous indifference to the suffering of others.

"Performance, and performance alone, dictates the predator in any food chain."


Scene 1

Kendell leaned forward to the glass table in the middle of the hotel room. She picked up the razor blade, the overhead light glinting along the sharp surface. She looked at the blade, her blue eyes reflecting in the cold, clear metallic surface. She smiled leaning forward with the blade and cutting the powder into three neat lines across the glass table. She picked up the hundred-dollar bill, which lay beside the neat white lines of cocaine, and rolled in until it was perfectly cylindrical. She leaned forward so that she was facing down on the glass table, placing the hundred dollar bill at the start of the white line she placed the other end to her nose, closed her pretty blue eyes and snorted the first of the white lines, feeling it hit her sinuses. She moved onto the second line, feeling her head get slightly fuzzy before moving onto the third and final line, holding one nostril and snorting the cocaine with the other. She sat up smiling, sniffing hard so she could feel the excess cocaine travel through her nose and down her throat leaving her with a numbing sensation and a tingly feeling in her nasal passage. She rubbed her index finger along the surface of the glass table picking up the remainder of the white powder and brought her finger to her mouth, playfully rubbing the white powder along her gums for that added effect. Her eyes glazed over and a smile on her face she leaned back on the black leather chair and picked up her glass of expensive champagne.

Kendell Smith: "That was exactly what I needed."

The man at the other side of the room smiled at her. He was tall and broad with a great smile, he was what some women might have seen as incredibly handsome, his dark hair slicked back, his body clad in an expensive dolce and gabanna navy pin striped suit with the collar of his dress shirt opened ever so slightly so that his collar bone was exposed. Kendell was dressed just as expensively in a pink silk chiffon Valentino dress, which clung to her perfect curves, topped off with matching Dior heels. She leaned her head back on the couch letting the high envelope her, her back arched and her breasts facing upwards, accentuated by the silk of the dress.

Man: "They're going to be wondering where you have gone to.”

Kendell Smith: “Let them, I owe them nothing.”

She continued sitting back on the chair with her head back and her eyes closed. The man moved from his chair over to her side smiling as he noticed her nipples protruding through her dress. He sat on the arm of the leather chair beside her and ran his strong hand gently down the length of her arm. She opened her eyes slowly and turned her head to look at him.

Kendell Smith: “What do you think you are doing?”

Man: “Baby I thought we could get better acquainted.”

Kendell Smith: “Well you thought wrong I don’t associated with Doctors. You’re hardly the strongest men on the face of the planet.”

The man retracted his hand looking obviously offended. She didn’t know his name and she didn’t care. She had met him down stairs at the gala dinner she had to attend for wrestling publicity. She had seen him wiping his nose on a couple of occasions and knew exactly what he had been up to, so with a wiggle of her hips and a bit of eye lash batting she knew she had him in the palm of her hand.

Man: “Well you gave all the signals down stairs.”

Kendell Smith: “And exactly what signals where they? I believe they where the signals of a girl who needed some cocaine to liven up a charity dinner. You couldn’t handle me even if I let you.”

Man: “Oh that sounds like a challenge to me.”

Kendell Smith: “Putting your shoes on the right feet would be a challenge for you.”

She stood up off the chair and fixed her dress, securing it around her chest so that nothing was exposed. She turned to the man and smiled, putting her glass of champagne down and picking up her bag while the man tried to get a glimpse down her dress. She turned on her heel and walked towards the hotel room door.

Man: “You’re going?”

Kendell Smith: “Why would I be staying? I’ve gotten what I wanted.”

Man: “You can’t be serious! You fucking cock tease.”

Kendell Smith: “You can think about me when you put you hand on your dick sweetheart. That’s about as close as somebody like you will ever get to someone like me.”

The man looked angry as Kendell began to laugh, turning the doorknob and opening the large white door out into the hallway. She turned one last time giving him a wink and blowing him a kiss.

Man: “You don’t know what you’re missing.”

Kendell Smith: “You have nothing I haven’t had before.”

She smiled again before closing the door behind her. She wiped her nose to make sure there was no excess cocaine lining her face, then threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way down the long hallway of the Royal Palms hotel, catching a glimpse of her self in one of the large windows and smiling approvingly. She fixed her dress one more time before entering the large doors into the main area where the gala charity dinner was being held.

The room was large and lined with numerous tables, seating the wrestling elite. The room elegantly decorated in streamers and ice sculptures. She had no time for anybody there, she was simply there to further her career. She could care less about terminally ill children and how her money could help cancer research. She had better things to be spending her money on, but rather than get off to a bad start at UWF she had decided to attend. People like this disgusted her, people that sat around in there Gucci suits and Prada dresses giving money to charity as if they are saints when in reality they spend the majority of their money on flash accessories for themselves. Kendell was no better but at least she was honest about be the materialistic bitch she was, she had never once tried to sugar coat the fact that she was a woman who was driven by money and excitement. She walked across the room to where the alcohol was, she wasn’t about the grin and bear this while sober and it was only a matter of time before the cocaine buzz wore off her and she was left with the that feeling she hated, the dried up, dehydrated feeling of a cocaine come down. She picked up another glass of champagne and brought it to her painted pink lips.

“Cocaine is God's way of saying you're making too much money.”

Kendell turned, recognising the familiar voice. In front of her smiling was the familiar face of Ben Richards, the UWF interviewer. She smiled, leaning back against the table and lifting her knee slightly, bringing the glass of champagne to her wet lips and placing her other hand on the table behind her.

Kendell Smith: “Mr. Ben Richard’s I do believe following me around like this pushes you into the category of stalker.”

Ben Richards: “No Kendell, you’re simply the last wrestler here I need to interview before the end of the night. I’ve been looking around for you the past hour and a half.”

Kendell Smith: “I was powdering my nose.”

He leaned forward and wiped the edge of her nose gently as she continued to smile obviously not a bit embarrassed about being caught with her nose white rimmed.

Ben Richards: “So I see.”

Kendell Smith: “If I wanted to be lectured about my drug use I’d go to NA meeting on acid. Have you ever fucked on cocaine Ken, it’s mind blowing.”

Kendell licked her lips smiling teasingly and Ben laughed slightly, getting used to Kendell’s unusual outlook on life.

Ben Richards: “Listen the camera crew are set up over there by the UWF display, drugs or no drugs we need an interview tonight you think you’re up for it?”

Kendell turned to look at the elderly couple who where getting drinks beside her. The old man glanced in her direction with a smile on his face while his wife was oblivious; too busy concentrating on getting plastered. Kendell tapped the woman on the shoulder and smiled, the elderly woman smiling back.

Kendell Smith: “Tell your husband I’m not a piece of meat and if he wants to have a good look at my tits to buy this months playboy and turn to the center page. There’s also a great picture there of my pussy.”

The elderly man’s jaw dropped and the woman visibly offended by Kendell’s words looked on in disgust. Kendell began laughing loudly drawing attention to her self from the bystanders. Ben was mortified and apologised to the little old woman before taking Kendell’s hand and pulling her away from the bar as she continued to laugh.

Kendell Smith: “Woo watch it Ken you’re turning me on. I love it rough.”

Ben Richards: “For the last time my name is Ben and we’re going to do this interview now before you get yourself thrown out.”

He led her across the room where the camera crew sat around where the equipment had been set up for interviews. She knocked back the rest off her glass of champagne and slammed the glass down on the table next to her drawing the attention to herself.

Ben Richards: “Ok lets get this show on the road before she gets completely wasted.”

Kendell rolled her eyes at Ben’s attempt at a snide remark. She had no time to argue with someone who obviously had his own opinions about drug users. She was who she was, take it our leave it. Nobody’s opinion of her had ever mattered and they weren’t about to start. She took her place in front of the board, which was set up in front of the camera covered in UWF logos. Ben handed her the mic and began giving directions to the camera crew, Kendell wasn’t listening though she was too busy paying attention to her coke buzz and watching the men walking past in suits. She was like a tiger hunting for her prey when it came to men. She only ever hung around men that had something she wanted. The men that fell at her feet never interested her that’s why she had found Jason Lee intriguing. She knew he was different.

Ben Richards: “Ok well we’re just start with the basics. You ready?”

Kendell Smith: “I sure am Ken.”

Ben ignored the fact that she had called him by the wrong name once again and motioned to the cameraman to start rolling the film. Kendell stood by Ben’s side, flashing her perfect smile at the camera.

Ben Richards: “I’m here with one of the newest additions to the UWF roster Kendell Smith. Kendell how are you enjoying you night so far?”

Kendell Smith: “Well if I am to be honest with you, I am bored out of my mind. It’s about as interesting as watching Kristian Call wrestling, and lets face it there aint nothing interesting about that.”

Ben Richards stood in shock for a second trying to gain his composure and move on to the second question.

Ben Richards: “Well despite the, um, un-exciting events of the night we are raising money for a great cause. We are here to raise money for cancer research and the local children’s hospital.”

Kendell Smith: “Yea yea yes we’re all great people yadda yadda yadda. Come on Ben? Nobody here cares about terminally ill children! This is just an excuse for wrestling superstars to get hammered on over priced champagne and to feel better about themselves because they are not the ones terminally ill. To be honest though Ken I’ve never cared for children, they’re irritating and dirty. I’m hear for the free booze and the hopes of getting a decent man to bend me over the staircase out back and give me a good seeing too.”

The cameraman froze to the spot; his jaw dropping open in disbelief while Ben Richards started to turn a bright pink not knowing what to say next. Kendell stood, unfazed, smiling into the camera.

Ben Richards: “Um… well… moving on to UWF. Recent occurrences have left the intercontinental title open for grabs and GBL has announced that will be a gauntlet match that determines the next person to hold the title. The winner of your up and coming match at adrenaline will automatically go through for this shot. How are you feeling about all this?

Kendell Smith: “Well I’d be lying if I said I felt anyway nervous about taking on Kandy and BJ this Monday. Kandy and BJ, they sound like names of bad extras in a Seymore Butts movie. Where their mother’s strippers? Because those names had to be given to them at birth there’s no way a woman in her right mind would choose to be called BJ. I should change my name to Anal Sex and join this little click of mindless bimbos that seem to grace the backstage hallways of UWF. I may not have one my match last week but I will not lose my match this week. I don’t care if it’s Kandy or BJ I will get the pin on one of them. Although it may be easier to pin Kandy considering BJ’s ridiculously big breasts may get in the way. She should seriously consider firing her plastic surgeon.”

Ben Richards: “So you’re confident about going through to the Gauntlet Match?”

Kendell Smith: “Confident about going through to the Gauntlet match? I’m confident about WINNING the gauntlet match. Look at me? I deserve to be the IC champion just because I’m this damn good looking! Regardless of the fact that when it comes to in ring ability I make your UWF champion look like the bitch. I may not have dominated the Battle Royal due to my own personal reasons by I will dominate in the gauntlet. Anyone that gets thrown in my direction will be destroyed. I’m not the fuzzy lovey dovey female that men expect. I’m not the woman who likes to wander around with more in my bra than in my head. I’ll take this one step at a time I’ll concentrate more on the gauntlet after I kick the shit out of BJ and Kandy but for now I have some serious drinking to do so I don’t die of boredom.”

Ben Richards: “Well it’s been nice talking to you again Kendell good luck with your match this week.”

Ben motioned for them to stop filming and turned to Kendell looking slightly angry.

Ben Richards: “What the hell was that? Nobody cares about terminally ill children? Anal Sex? Are you trying to get me fired?

Kendell Smith: “Come on Ken, you want me to lie and pretend to care? Anyway a bit of Anal sex never hurt anybody… well… not a lot. Now excuse me, I must go powder my nose as this cocaine buzz is beginning to wear off me.”



Extract From the Mind of Kendell Smith

I've never been much of a compassionate person. I was born with it all, the looks, the money and the talent and I've never been fazed by anybody else. Some people say I'm self-centered, heartless but those people are losers, the have no idea what it's like being me. Being a winner all your life puts pressure on you to become the best; to work you’re hardest. I never slack. I never stop trying my best to be the best. I'm a woman who gets what she wants one hundred percent of the time and right now what I want is success. Success in the ring and success in life. I've always been driven, I don't want to be just another pretty faced valet, when it comes to my career I want to be on top, I want to be number one and if I have to demolish, destroy or sleep my way to the top then I will. There is no such thing as second place to me; second place is another way of saying the best loser. I've come to UWF to make my name heard, to have my power felt, to have my presence effect everybody on the roster. There is no one on that roster that has anything on me; I'm the most beautiful woman in the business. I care not what the fans think; I care not what my fellow wrestlers think. I love to see a woman go out and grab the World by the balls, life's a bitch, you've got to go out and kick ass. Sometimes you have to be a bitch to get things done. I've worked hard to get where I am and to become the woman I've become and if that makes me a bitch than so be it I'm a bitch and I will wear the name with pride.