Post by kadenward on Apr 6, 2011 12:42:53 GMT -5
{The scene opens up in the hotel restaurant nearing midnight. Kaden Ward, newest EUW superstar is sitting down, enjoying a very late dinner with his PR manager, Guy West. As the camera approaches, Kaden looks up and is surprised to see it. He looks over to Guy who gives the camera man a nod and motions him over closer. The camera man pulls out a chair and sits down, keeping a medium shot of both Kaden and Guy.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"What is the camera man doing here?"
.:Guy West:.
"It's...whatever...I thought we'd do a behind the scenes thing. Forget it. Just pay attention here."
{Guy holds up a sheet of paper and waggles it in front of Kaden's face, making him forget about the camera.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"All right, I am paying attention, what's up?"
.:Guy West:.
"You have a very heavy agenda for tomorrow. Make A Wish would like you to stop buy and say a little something to encourage the kids. You have a request to do a little something on Pawn Stars and the producers of NCIS want to meet with you about a small cameo. Not to mention, you have that whack job reporter who is trying to expose you as a heartless tyrant. She is probably waiting to catch you out of the hotel."
{With every item on the agenda, Guy pointed with his finger to get his point across}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"All right then, I guess we should finish up here and sack out. Big day and all."
{Guy claps his hands together and nods his head}
.:Guy West:.
"Now you're talking! All right, I'll see you in the morning."
{Kaden watches as Guy gets up and heads out of the restaurant. Kaden takes one last bite of his juicy hamburger before taking out his cell phone and dialing a number. He whispers a few quick words before hanging up and sliding the cell phone back into his pocket. He jumps after a dish slamming against the wall startles him}
.:Cook:.
"You no good piece of slime! I'm calling the police! That's the last time you steal from me! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!"
{Kaden stands up and walks the short distance to the kitchen area. A female cook has her cell phone out and has dialed 9-1-1. A balding cook who looks as if he has tasted a few too many of his own creations has a poor wretch of a girl by the hair. The clothes that the girl has on are nothing but rags. Her hair is dirty and looks like it was last shampooed in motor oil. It is quite clear that the girl hasn't taken a bath in a fairly long time.}
.:Female Cook:.
"Yes, I am here at The Brand Hotel and I would like to report a thief."
{Kaden sighs and walks to the female cook. Taking the cell phone from the female cook, he places it to his hear}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Sorry, officer, this is Mr.Ward, owner of the hotel. There has been a misunderstanding, thank you."
{Kaden shuts the flip phone and hands it back to the female cook}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"From now on, I would appreciate it if you come to me first if there is a problem. If I am not here, go to Rebecca Landel. If we deem in necessary, than and ONLY than, call the police.
{Ignoring their stammering apologies, Kaden takes the poor wretch by the arm and leads her to the dining room. Thinking that she is being thrown out, she follows without a protest. She is very surprised when he motions for her to sit down at the table that he was just seated at.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. What is your name?"
.:Poor Wretch:.
"...Melissa....I'm sorry...I didn't mean to steal..."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Don't worry about that. I am more worried about you. I have an offer for you, but I will make the offer to you tomorrow. In my room is a black suitcase labeled valets. They are dresses that I had bought as a gift for my valets. I have not given them their gifts yet. I will give you my room key. It is suite 3. Go up, take a hot shower and you can take any dress that you would like. Order yourself some room service, anything on the menu. Have a good night's sleep and we will talk tomorrow."
{Melissa is too stunned to speak. She doesn't even move until a smiling Kaden takes her by the hand and helps her to her feet. Without another word, Melissa, holding the room key tightly, starts off towards the hotel suites. Cocking his head towards the kitchen, he once again walks back to the kitchen to confront the two cooks}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Just to be clear. That young woman is now staying with me for the night. She will be ordering room service from my suite. I want you to be extremely nice to her. Pretend your job depends on it...in fact....don't pretend."
.:Male Cook::.
"You can count on us, sir."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Glad to hear it."
{This time, when he returns to the restaurant, he passes the table he was just sitting at and walks to the main lobby. Sitting on one bench, squished together, are four beautiful women wearing cocktail dresses. Kaden looks them up and down and nods his approval}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Ladies, Ladies, looking great as always! Come on, let's go. There is some fun to be had."
{The girls jump up and crowd around him. He hooks arms with two of the girls and they start out of the hotel. As they reach the door, the door man quickly swings it open and holds it for them. As they step outside, people begin cheering loudly, not for his wrestling achievements or lack of, but because of his reputation. He pumps his right arm into the air as pictures begin snapping left and right. Luckily, his personal bodyguard has kept the crowd away from the back door of the limo}
.:Female Fan:.
"Is it true you signed with EUW?!"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"That's right, baby! The ink on the contract is still wet!"
{Upon that announcement, everyone begins going crazy. Questions begin flying through the air like the footballs at the Saints training camp. Kaden waves to them before following his four valets into the limo}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"EUW, BABY! THE GOD OF THUNDER HAS ARRIVED!"
{Closing the back door, he taps the Plexiglas window to tell the driver to drive. Turning a little to the left, he sits at the edge of the leather seat. To his left is a small cooler. Lifting the lid on the cooler, he pulls out a small container of strawberries and a bottle of Champaign.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Grab some glasses, will you, darling?"
{One of the valets reaches to a shelf against one of the seats and carefully pulls out five glasses. As she hands them out, Kaden pops the cork and begins pouring an equal amount of champaign into each glass. When everyone has a full glass, he places the bottle on a nearby shelf}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Ladies, a toast. To beautiful women, a large bank account, and to the EUW, which will never be the same again."
{The women all hold their glasses up. When the glasses 'clink' they pull them back and take a sip.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Help yourself to the strawberries. Such a treat when you are having champaign."
.::A valet::.
"Now that I have you hear for a minute, can I please get my interview?"
{Kaden raises an eyebrow and then shakes his head. The last addition to this week's valets was the reporter that had been chasing him down for the last three days.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Miss Dawson, I knew I recognized you, just couldn't place you. Didn't you have red hair?"
{The valet blushes}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Err, I dyed it."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You dyed you hair, all for an interview? You know what, I am not even mad. You have earned your interview. You are like a female Jason Bourne. Okay, whatever, but let me make this clear. I give you your interview, I never see you again. Are we clear?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Crystal."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"What paper are you with?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"The Daily Cycle."
{Kaden takes another sip of his champaign and nods his head. Miss Dawson reaches into her cleavage and removes a micro digital recorder. It was clear from that moment that Miss Dawson liked to play hardball. This was something that Kaden was very good at.}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Well, the first thing I should say is congratulations for signing with the hottest wrestling promotion in the world. Some say EUW has gone on to become ten times better than even the WWE."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Wait...what is WWE? Oh you mean that thing run by Ed McMahon?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Vince McMahon."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Whatever...who cares about that dinosaur circus? EUW is where it's at. EUW has the brightest and most entertaining stars in the world. Where else can you find superstars like Oblivion? Jack Bull? Roy Viper?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"I noticed you named EUW superstars and not superstars currently in The Empire."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You noticed that, did you? You are one hell of an investigative reporter. I mean, I did just give you a big clue. Hell yeah, I am siding with the EUW. This isn't Star Wars, honey. I don't care how many times Mark Rivera puts on his Darth Vader pajamas and stands in front of his mirror holding a toy lightsaber saying "I am your father!". If any of those Storm Troopers...including team leader Mister Schmuck gets into a match with me....let's just say, there will definitely be a "DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE".
{The valets laugh as they sip their wine. Kaden gives them a grin and a wink before turning his attention back to the ever persistent Miss Dawson}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"This is great! I can't until this is published! So, what got you into wrestling?"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Ironically, my quote unquote father. He bought a wrestling promotion five years ago and put me in charge of it. I hated sitting behind a desk doing running things. The respect for this business came from the people that went out there and put on a hell of a show. Little by little my fascination became an obsession and I knew this was what I wanted to do with my life."
.:Miss Dawson:.
"And I take it that didn't go well with your father?"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Are you kidding me? My father never dropped a bead of sweat in his life. Manual labor was not in his vocabulary. It was unforgivable that his own flesh and blood, his son, wanted to go out there and not only sweat but risk serious injury in the name of entertainment. After I finally convinced him this is what I wanted to do, he gave me $500,000.00 and wished me luck. His last words to me were, 'you are dead to me'.
.:Miss Dawson:.
"That's awful!"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You think so? It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I used that $500k to buy the equipment I needed, got myself an expensive wrestling trainer and I used the rest to invest in different businesses. Luck was with me when I did all of that. Each business ended up being a positive outcome for me. Now, I own over thirty different businesses, including hotels, restaurants, hell I even own a department store. My bank account is outstanding and I wrote a check to my father for the money he gave me. I have people that run all of my businesses so that I can concentrate on my only real love in this world. Women are great, I love women alot, as you can see."
.:Miss Dawson:.
"I take it you are referring to Pro Wrestling."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You're damn right. As I got wealthy, I said something to a friend that actually became my unofficial motto. Money can't buy you the happiness that you get from Professional Wrestling, but it can buy everything else, and I mean it. The money is nothing compared to my love for this business. Stepping through the curtain and seeing the fans who paid their hard earned money for a good show. Knowing that they are relying on you to entertain them. It is a rush like no other. I thrive on that. It is my drug and I am truly an addict."
.:Miss Dawson:.
"You know, I have to admit, I thought there was an angle...a gimmick to you. I was wrong. I can tell that you are being genuine."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Thank you."
{The limo begins to slow in speed. Kaden looks out the window to see a brightly lit night club come into view. As the car comes to a complete stop, the three remaining valets and Kaden all look to Miss Dawson}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"This is where I get out."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"That's right. Good luck with your article."
{Miss Dawson smiles briefly before getting out of the limo. Kaden shuts the door behind her and holds up his finger. Taking out his cell phone, he dials a quick number and puts the phone to his ear}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Rebecca, hey. Sorry to call you so late. Listen, do me a favor. First thing in the morning, I want you to get a hold of 'The Daily Cycle'. I want to own it by this time tomorrow night."
{Kaden hands up his cell phone and runs his hand through his hair briefly}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Come on girls. Don't worry, I already have someone in mind for my fourth valet. Let's go have some fun."
{Kaden opens the door and steps out before holding out a hand for his valets. The scene fades with a shot of the night club}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"What is the camera man doing here?"
.:Guy West:.
"It's...whatever...I thought we'd do a behind the scenes thing. Forget it. Just pay attention here."
{Guy holds up a sheet of paper and waggles it in front of Kaden's face, making him forget about the camera.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"All right, I am paying attention, what's up?"
.:Guy West:.
"You have a very heavy agenda for tomorrow. Make A Wish would like you to stop buy and say a little something to encourage the kids. You have a request to do a little something on Pawn Stars and the producers of NCIS want to meet with you about a small cameo. Not to mention, you have that whack job reporter who is trying to expose you as a heartless tyrant. She is probably waiting to catch you out of the hotel."
{With every item on the agenda, Guy pointed with his finger to get his point across}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"All right then, I guess we should finish up here and sack out. Big day and all."
{Guy claps his hands together and nods his head}
.:Guy West:.
"Now you're talking! All right, I'll see you in the morning."
{Kaden watches as Guy gets up and heads out of the restaurant. Kaden takes one last bite of his juicy hamburger before taking out his cell phone and dialing a number. He whispers a few quick words before hanging up and sliding the cell phone back into his pocket. He jumps after a dish slamming against the wall startles him}
.:Cook:.
"You no good piece of slime! I'm calling the police! That's the last time you steal from me! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!"
{Kaden stands up and walks the short distance to the kitchen area. A female cook has her cell phone out and has dialed 9-1-1. A balding cook who looks as if he has tasted a few too many of his own creations has a poor wretch of a girl by the hair. The clothes that the girl has on are nothing but rags. Her hair is dirty and looks like it was last shampooed in motor oil. It is quite clear that the girl hasn't taken a bath in a fairly long time.}
.:Female Cook:.
"Yes, I am here at The Brand Hotel and I would like to report a thief."
{Kaden sighs and walks to the female cook. Taking the cell phone from the female cook, he places it to his hear}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Sorry, officer, this is Mr.Ward, owner of the hotel. There has been a misunderstanding, thank you."
{Kaden shuts the flip phone and hands it back to the female cook}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"From now on, I would appreciate it if you come to me first if there is a problem. If I am not here, go to Rebecca Landel. If we deem in necessary, than and ONLY than, call the police.
{Ignoring their stammering apologies, Kaden takes the poor wretch by the arm and leads her to the dining room. Thinking that she is being thrown out, she follows without a protest. She is very surprised when he motions for her to sit down at the table that he was just seated at.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Don't be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. What is your name?"
.:Poor Wretch:.
"...Melissa....I'm sorry...I didn't mean to steal..."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Don't worry about that. I am more worried about you. I have an offer for you, but I will make the offer to you tomorrow. In my room is a black suitcase labeled valets. They are dresses that I had bought as a gift for my valets. I have not given them their gifts yet. I will give you my room key. It is suite 3. Go up, take a hot shower and you can take any dress that you would like. Order yourself some room service, anything on the menu. Have a good night's sleep and we will talk tomorrow."
{Melissa is too stunned to speak. She doesn't even move until a smiling Kaden takes her by the hand and helps her to her feet. Without another word, Melissa, holding the room key tightly, starts off towards the hotel suites. Cocking his head towards the kitchen, he once again walks back to the kitchen to confront the two cooks}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Just to be clear. That young woman is now staying with me for the night. She will be ordering room service from my suite. I want you to be extremely nice to her. Pretend your job depends on it...in fact....don't pretend."
.:Male Cook::.
"You can count on us, sir."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Glad to hear it."
{This time, when he returns to the restaurant, he passes the table he was just sitting at and walks to the main lobby. Sitting on one bench, squished together, are four beautiful women wearing cocktail dresses. Kaden looks them up and down and nods his approval}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Ladies, Ladies, looking great as always! Come on, let's go. There is some fun to be had."
{The girls jump up and crowd around him. He hooks arms with two of the girls and they start out of the hotel. As they reach the door, the door man quickly swings it open and holds it for them. As they step outside, people begin cheering loudly, not for his wrestling achievements or lack of, but because of his reputation. He pumps his right arm into the air as pictures begin snapping left and right. Luckily, his personal bodyguard has kept the crowd away from the back door of the limo}
.:Female Fan:.
"Is it true you signed with EUW?!"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"That's right, baby! The ink on the contract is still wet!"
{Upon that announcement, everyone begins going crazy. Questions begin flying through the air like the footballs at the Saints training camp. Kaden waves to them before following his four valets into the limo}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"EUW, BABY! THE GOD OF THUNDER HAS ARRIVED!"
{Closing the back door, he taps the Plexiglas window to tell the driver to drive. Turning a little to the left, he sits at the edge of the leather seat. To his left is a small cooler. Lifting the lid on the cooler, he pulls out a small container of strawberries and a bottle of Champaign.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Grab some glasses, will you, darling?"
{One of the valets reaches to a shelf against one of the seats and carefully pulls out five glasses. As she hands them out, Kaden pops the cork and begins pouring an equal amount of champaign into each glass. When everyone has a full glass, he places the bottle on a nearby shelf}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Ladies, a toast. To beautiful women, a large bank account, and to the EUW, which will never be the same again."
{The women all hold their glasses up. When the glasses 'clink' they pull them back and take a sip.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Help yourself to the strawberries. Such a treat when you are having champaign."
.::A valet::.
"Now that I have you hear for a minute, can I please get my interview?"
{Kaden raises an eyebrow and then shakes his head. The last addition to this week's valets was the reporter that had been chasing him down for the last three days.}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Miss Dawson, I knew I recognized you, just couldn't place you. Didn't you have red hair?"
{The valet blushes}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Err, I dyed it."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You dyed you hair, all for an interview? You know what, I am not even mad. You have earned your interview. You are like a female Jason Bourne. Okay, whatever, but let me make this clear. I give you your interview, I never see you again. Are we clear?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Crystal."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"What paper are you with?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"The Daily Cycle."
{Kaden takes another sip of his champaign and nods his head. Miss Dawson reaches into her cleavage and removes a micro digital recorder. It was clear from that moment that Miss Dawson liked to play hardball. This was something that Kaden was very good at.}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Well, the first thing I should say is congratulations for signing with the hottest wrestling promotion in the world. Some say EUW has gone on to become ten times better than even the WWE."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Wait...what is WWE? Oh you mean that thing run by Ed McMahon?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"Vince McMahon."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Whatever...who cares about that dinosaur circus? EUW is where it's at. EUW has the brightest and most entertaining stars in the world. Where else can you find superstars like Oblivion? Jack Bull? Roy Viper?"
.:Miss Dawson:.
"I noticed you named EUW superstars and not superstars currently in The Empire."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You noticed that, did you? You are one hell of an investigative reporter. I mean, I did just give you a big clue. Hell yeah, I am siding with the EUW. This isn't Star Wars, honey. I don't care how many times Mark Rivera puts on his Darth Vader pajamas and stands in front of his mirror holding a toy lightsaber saying "I am your father!". If any of those Storm Troopers...including team leader Mister Schmuck gets into a match with me....let's just say, there will definitely be a "DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE".
{The valets laugh as they sip their wine. Kaden gives them a grin and a wink before turning his attention back to the ever persistent Miss Dawson}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"This is great! I can't until this is published! So, what got you into wrestling?"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Ironically, my quote unquote father. He bought a wrestling promotion five years ago and put me in charge of it. I hated sitting behind a desk doing running things. The respect for this business came from the people that went out there and put on a hell of a show. Little by little my fascination became an obsession and I knew this was what I wanted to do with my life."
.:Miss Dawson:.
"And I take it that didn't go well with your father?"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Are you kidding me? My father never dropped a bead of sweat in his life. Manual labor was not in his vocabulary. It was unforgivable that his own flesh and blood, his son, wanted to go out there and not only sweat but risk serious injury in the name of entertainment. After I finally convinced him this is what I wanted to do, he gave me $500,000.00 and wished me luck. His last words to me were, 'you are dead to me'.
.:Miss Dawson:.
"That's awful!"
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You think so? It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I used that $500k to buy the equipment I needed, got myself an expensive wrestling trainer and I used the rest to invest in different businesses. Luck was with me when I did all of that. Each business ended up being a positive outcome for me. Now, I own over thirty different businesses, including hotels, restaurants, hell I even own a department store. My bank account is outstanding and I wrote a check to my father for the money he gave me. I have people that run all of my businesses so that I can concentrate on my only real love in this world. Women are great, I love women alot, as you can see."
.:Miss Dawson:.
"I take it you are referring to Pro Wrestling."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"You're damn right. As I got wealthy, I said something to a friend that actually became my unofficial motto. Money can't buy you the happiness that you get from Professional Wrestling, but it can buy everything else, and I mean it. The money is nothing compared to my love for this business. Stepping through the curtain and seeing the fans who paid their hard earned money for a good show. Knowing that they are relying on you to entertain them. It is a rush like no other. I thrive on that. It is my drug and I am truly an addict."
.:Miss Dawson:.
"You know, I have to admit, I thought there was an angle...a gimmick to you. I was wrong. I can tell that you are being genuine."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Thank you."
{The limo begins to slow in speed. Kaden looks out the window to see a brightly lit night club come into view. As the car comes to a complete stop, the three remaining valets and Kaden all look to Miss Dawson}
.:Miss Dawson:.
"This is where I get out."
.:Kaden Ward:.
"That's right. Good luck with your article."
{Miss Dawson smiles briefly before getting out of the limo. Kaden shuts the door behind her and holds up his finger. Taking out his cell phone, he dials a quick number and puts the phone to his ear}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Rebecca, hey. Sorry to call you so late. Listen, do me a favor. First thing in the morning, I want you to get a hold of 'The Daily Cycle'. I want to own it by this time tomorrow night."
{Kaden hands up his cell phone and runs his hand through his hair briefly}
.:Kaden Ward:.
"Come on girls. Don't worry, I already have someone in mind for my fourth valet. Let's go have some fun."
{Kaden opens the door and steps out before holding out a hand for his valets. The scene fades with a shot of the night club}