The Baddest Bitch Info about me <3 Statistics Contact Information Legal Disclaimer Introduction: Who was that face in the crowd? Wasn’t she familiar, where could she be placed? Everyone had seen her so long ago, but hadn’t seen her in so long. She was far more fit now; her face was more refined with a maturing age and knowledge. Thick locks that fell below her shoulders and a well kept frame were beneficial to her as memories are slowly coming back from each individual viewer of wrestling. As a new curtain rises for the Woman’s Federation, the Ladies Wrestling Alliance, everyone takes a look at this aspiring diva that steps out upon the stage before them. Through her travels in another federation, it was quite clear that she no longer wanted to be part of a co-ed wrestling division in which wasn’t worth her time and efforts. Divas in previous federations were pushed to the side for the bigger and the better male competitors. But for now all that there is left is to sign a piece of paper, a piece of paper filled with little print, little words that legally bind her soul to the federation. However, she doesn’t mind it for the simple price of her soul taken away, is nothing in regards to success as a champion.
The scene slowly opens to the well kept backstage area of an unnamed arena, presumably Madison Square Garden in which is home to the first ever Sunday Night Velocity. It being the first performance, all workers are doing their absolute best to make a positive impact for the fans who are eager for that particular evening. As the camera pans to various people scurrying along, it abruptly stops at two large feet on the ground, crossed over one another. Our shot slowly shifts upward to reveal none other than well known legend, The Undertaker, leaning his back up against the hallway wall. His arms are bare and a mere vest covers his upper half, comfortable looking jeans gripping his legs and a bandana is tightly wrapped around his head. Sunglasses are placed at his eyes and he looks to be chewing on tobacco. He is parked right at the foot of Karen Angle’s office and he doesn’t look to be moving any time soon.
Kurt Angle walks by and see's undertaker waiting outside the door. He approaches him.
Kurt:
The Undertaker, dazed and kept in his own thoughts, didn’t react at first when he heard the voice. However by the end of Kurt Angle’s sentence, his face turned slowly toward the much shorter man. The Undertaker, standing tall spit tobacco at Kurt’s feet before raising his shades above his eyes and lowering them back down with a smile.
The Undertaker:
Another tobacco piece flew out of his mouth and landed on the ground, splattering on the floor, narrowly missing Kurt’s foot.
Kurt moves his feet, takes a sip of his..milk..he smiles and looks up
Kurt:
Taker moves his eyes and looks up to the sign reading: Karen Angle, before smiling and letting his arms unravel at his sides. Undertaker looks down to Kurt’s beverage before sighing in amusement.
The Undertaker: Kurt:
Taker looks to the ceiling and takes a breath in, as if bothered by the questioning, but continues on.
The Undertaker: Kurt Angle:
Taker eyed Kurt suspiciously, frowning slightly to see Kurt in an especially good mood.
The Undertaker: Kurt: The Undertaker:
As Undertaker was about to continue on with his analyzing of Kurt Angle the door slowly opened and out stepped Sara Calaway, mistakenly stepping into the conversation taking place. She looked to her right to see Kurt Angle and smiled brightly.
Sara Calaway:
She looks from her husband to her boss’s husband.
Sara Calaway: Kurt:
Sara smiled brightly and Kurt stretched out his hand to shake Sara’s but Taker let out a grunt which caused Sara to step aside, however, still continuing the conversation.
Sara Calaway:
Sara playfully hits Kurt’s chest and smiles before patting him on the shoulder, Taker giving her an annoyed expression.
Kurt: Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
Kurt bids his goodbyes with a slight nod of his head and moves inside the office, slowly the door closing behind him. Sara looks down to see all the spit marks of tobacco all over the floor.
Sara Calaway: The Undertaker: Sara Calaway:
He sighed heavily and shook his head from left to right.
The Undertaker:
He puts a hand on her head and messes up her hair before she pulls away and they move down the hall. The camera cuts to another shot as they walk down the hall.
Sara Calaway:
Taker gave a surprised smirk and nodded in support.
The Undertaker:
Sara didn’t like the tone in his voice and gave him a bright smile.
The Undertaker: Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
He steps in front of her and walks backward as he talks to her.
The Undertaker: Sara Calaway:
Taker heaved out a heavy sigh and shook his head from left to right.
The Undertaker:
Sara shoved him and he shoved her back, causing her to nearly run into the wall. She was evidently used to it.
Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
She rolled her eyes as he continued.
The Undertaker:
Sara sighed heavily before stepping in front of him.
Sara Calaway The Undertaker:
Sara wasn’t watching as she was going, backing up as she was talking into her husband and out of the corner of her eyes she saw someone coming toward her. Not being able to react in time the individual slammed into her shoulder and catching her off guard caused her to fall over her feet and land on the ground. The man, dressed in a leather jacket and jeans looked down in surprise to see Sara at his feet. He stood there for one second and looked up to see The Undertaker standing ahead of him. Moments after, Taker’s hands were firmly squeezed around the man’s throat and was shoving him against the wall.
The Undertaker: Guy In The Jacket: The Undertaker: Guy In The Jacket: Sara Calaway:
Taker turned his head to Sara to see her serious eyes and shrugged slightly to let the man free of his grasp.
The Undertaker:
The unfortunate soul bounded away, nearly sprinting down the hall to get away from the man he had been confronted by.
Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
Sara shook her head and walked down the hall, having Mark follow her down the hall. The scene slowly fades as Sara seems to be ignoring every word that he’s saying.
The scene slowly opens to a door slowly opening to reveal Sara Calaway standing alone. The door closes gently and we see she is dressed in work out gear at that point. She stretches out her arms as she walks and as she turns the corner she nearly runs into an interviewer for the federation; Joey Styles. He looked to be a bit taken aback as he stands there, microphone already in hand.
Joey Styles: Sara Calaway: Joey Styles: Sara Calaway:
Sara smiles brightly and Joey nods slightly.
Joey Styles:
Sara shrugged slightly and nodded without further ado and Joey raised the microphone to her lips. She took it out of his hands as he ushered his cameraman over from his spot on the side to come over. The camera cuts to the perspective of that camera man.
Sara Calaway:
Joey nods, seemingly convinced and satisfied and Sara hands him back his microphone. As she walks off seemingly satisfied herself.
Fade Out
We fade back in to see Sara in a seemingly beat down and poorly lit workout room. It isn’t the best equipment but it seems to be giving her a suitable work out as she seems to be sweating just fine. She’s the only one in there at that moment and she steadily jogs on a treadmill. The door to the room opens with a creek; however she doesn’t hear it due to her Ipod thundering in her ears.
Standing on the Rooftops
Everybody scream your HEART OUT
This is all we got now...
Everybody scream your...
The hands of the individual incase her shoulders and she lets out a scream of surprise as she loses her footing and nearly falls to the treadmill before being scooped up off the ground. Her ipod crashes to the ground and she flails about, screaming and throwing punches to try and get out of the individual’s grasp. She looks down to feel the man’s chuckles and gasps in surprise to see it is her own husband. He buries his head in her stomach before quickly letting her drop to her feet. She leans against him and he catches her from following again and she smacks his arm in defiance.
Sara Calaway:
He still was laughing at her expense and sat down on one of the benches as Sara grabbed her towel and patted her neck from the sweat. She gave an amused smirk in his direction and punched the air a few times.
The Undertaker:
She frowned in confusion and he stood up, stretching his arms and throwing a few model punches.
The Undertaker:
He modeled it before her, rolling his neck and concentrating ahead of him, ducking his head at first and then coming around and knocking his imaginary opponent in the chin. He smirked in satisfaction and moved his weight from left to right before motioning for her to try. As she pushed her fist out he instantly threw one of his own, gently knocking her in the chin.
The Undertaker:
Frustrated, Sara put up her knee and gently graced his crotch.
Sara Calaway:
He held still and batted her knee away, slapping her ass and sitting down on one of the benches again.
The Undertaker: Sara Calaway: The Undertaker: Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes.
The Undertaker: Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
Sara practiced with her punching again, her husband nodding in approval this time as she seemed to get it right, or at least better than before.....
The scene fades as we slowly zoom out of the work out room that Sara and her husband were occupying.
The crowd had found their spots and the show had begun. Sara stood a bit outside of the entrance area in which minutes later she would step out to the ring and do her absolute best...in the hardcore invitational. She sighs heavily and warms up slightly. A red bandana is tightened around her head and her hair flows freely down her back. She stretches her arms and rolls her head on her neck and her husband comes into view.
The Undertaker:
He gently brings her in a hug briefly before putting his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes.
The Undertaker:
Sara didn’t respond and he shook her gently.
The Undertaker: Sara Calaway: The Undertaker:
He nodded in agreement and let her walk past as her music started to play over the speakers and he watched her disappear behind the curtain. He sighed heavily, and rubbed his hands together, rubbing his eyes and inside trembling for her safety.