:: Camera fades into the parking lot, where there is a heavy wind blowing. Trash, leaves, and debris begin to fly around in a circle. After a few moment, a helicopter lands in the back of the arena, and its doors open. Lawrence Knight is shown leaving the helicopter, and throws two bags out behind him. As he begins to walk towards the arena, he signals to the pilot that he’s out, and the helicopter leaves as soon as it came. He walks towards the back entrance of the RWU Arena, looks around, and just shakes his head. ::
Lawrence Knight: What a dump.
He takes a couple of steps back and looks down each side of the building, as if measuring it up.
LK: I was told right. The mansion IS bigger than this place. Well, let’s hope this doesn’t suck too much.
Lawrence Knight heads inside the back entrance while the camera follows him. Richard Jacov is standing at the start of a hallway, reading over some notes.
LK: Bro – you the help? My bags are back there.
Lawrence Knight points with his thumb over his shoulder. He grabs his wallet, pulls out a $50, sticks it in Jacov’s chest pocket, and slaps it. Jacov is dumbfounded.
Richard Jacov: Don’t you know who I –
LK: Yeah, you’re the guy I just gave 50 bucks to go grab my bags. You want a written invitation, too?
Lawrence gestures towards the back entrance. Jacov shakes his head, runs out, and retrieves the bags. Jacov comes back with the bags, breathing heavily. He drops them down, puts his hands on his knees, and pants.
LK: WHOA! I didn’t pay you to just throw my stuff around!
RJ: *still panting* I’ll … have you … know that … I’m … someone … very important … around here.
LK: Look at this guy! A big shot! Tell me, bro, what do you do besides bell hop? You work the concierge desk, too? Are you gonna bring me my room service later?
Jacov catches his breath. He replies as sternly as he can, but ultimately his demotion still has him dejected.
RJ: I’m the head interviewer around here!
LK: Why didn’t you tell me that, bro!
Lawrence begins to brush and dust off Richard.
LK: My bad, man. What’s your name?
RJ: Richard Jacov!
LK: Well, Richard. Say, you mind if I call you Dick?
RJ: I’d prefer it if you called me Mister Ja—
LK: Great! Dick it is! So, Dick, you want to do your job? Ask me something!
RJ: Who the hell ar—
Lawrence puts one hand on Richard’s shoulder and the other over his mouth. He begins to chuckle.
LK: Whoawhoawhoa. Your name is Dick Jacov?
Lawrence starts to laugh uncontrollably.
LK: Ohhhhhh man. That’s terrific.
Lawrence composes himself, and addresses Dick again.
LK: Alright, Dick Jacov. I’m all ears.
Dick Jacov: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?!?
LK: Excuse me? You want to know who the hell I am? *starts to get in his Jacov’s face* I think I’m the guy you probably shouldn’t raise your voice to like that. I think I’m the guy who could make sure that your ass ends up on the street in a snap of my fingers. I think I’m the guy who does the talking while you just stand there and hold the damn microphone.
Lawrence Knight turns his attention away from Jacov and slowly turns his head towards the camera. He has quickly gone from having fun at the expensive of Jacov to having some words for RWU.
LK: I think I’m the guy who has everything you want and they need. I think—No. I KNOW I came here to show the clowns running around here how things are done. I know you’re looking at the best thing to walk through that door since they built it. I know I have been brought here to clean up the dark and boring gloomy, depressed freak shows we see over and over again. I know who I am, and it’s about time you did, too.
Lawrence turns towards Jacov and sizes him up.
LK: My name is Lawrence Knight. Do yourself a favor and remember it.
:: Lawrence Knight walks away from the camera, leaving Jacov a bit flustered. After taking a few steps, he turns around points to Jacov, points to his bags, and then points over his shoulder. Jacov drops the mic, picks up the bags, and follows Lawrence towards the locker room. ::
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