~The Scene Opens~
The scene opens to black polished nails tapping on a
oak desk. The cameras zoom out and
find out that the painted nails belong to the woman in
the federation, Desari. She has her
head leaning in
her hand as she taps her nails against the desk impatiently. She seems to
tuning out the male voice talking of
contracts and promos.
you even listening to me?
Of course I am, Aidan!
The man known as Aidan sets down a packet of papers on
the desk and leans on his elbows
towards her. Desari mimics his position and looks him
straight in the eye.
Then what did I say?
Desari: Something about shoving those
papers up your ass.
Aidan rubs his hands over his forehead in frustration
as he sits back in the chair. He doesn't
have the usual manager style. It's similar to that of
Desari, in baggy camos and a black turtle
Why do I bother to help you anymore?
Because of my sweet nature.
Why don't you direct your "Sweet nature" towards someone a little more
like Chris Ebdon?
Because he has Cade. And frankly, Cade is on the scary
know! He's fu.....no! I'm not going to go into anything with you besides your
Desari sits back in her chair and props her combat
boots on the desk. She starts messing
with one of the buckles on her pants, seeming to zone
out again. Aidan pushes her feet off
the desk, almost sending her backwards. Suddenly,
Desari moves forward and reaches over
the desk, grabbing Aidan by the
Desari: I wouldn't do that. You could have
hurt your future superstar that way.
Aidan stands up and nearly towers over Desari. She
still has a hold on his shirt and looks up
You're not facing me, Dara. Get that through your head before you start pulling
"Big, bad girl" routine with me. Just sign the
Aidan grabs her wrist and pulls her hand away from him
as her walks out the door. Desari sits
back in the chair
and props her feet up again, mocking him. She leans the chair back
as she places her hands on her
Desari: Men around here seem so testy when it comes to
me. Like it's a crime against
nature or something. Aidan tries to act
like the respectable manager and this Ebdon guy
seems to think he'll lose any respect he
might have gain if he lost to me. He might gain a few
scars from Mr.
Silver if he loses to me, I'm sure.
She glances up at the camera through the corner of her
eye and takes her feet off the desk.
She leans forward and grabs the pen, signing the first
paper she sees on the desk.
Ebdon seems to have a few things haunting him. But then again, 'most everyone I
know has something haunting them. Maybe I just hang out
with a wrong crowd. *shrugs* Not
Mr. Chris Ebdon here. He's got Cade Silver behind him. That
seems like a smart move on his
part. One of few, most likely. Not like me, who has to have
someone that never stepped in the
ring once as my manager.
Desari rubs her chin thoughtfully and looks up into the
Desari: But then again, he's
not a slave driver. So I won't show up to Wreckage half
dead......Or a complete mess. But
maybe that's how Silver likes his projects, hard and
messy, an uphill battle.
*laughs* Maybe that's what I am myself. Who knows....who really
cares? The only thing I know or care about is the fact that
this is a new federation, new
opportunities, new opponents and new enemies to
She leans back over the desk and starts to sign the
rest of the papers laid out in front of her.
Now, go before I kick you out with my boots.
Desari moves closer towards the desk and glances over
her shoulder as the cameras move
out and close the door behind them, fading to
~The Scene Fades~