Deadgirl Walking... Info about me <3 Statistics Contact Information Legal Disclaimer Introduction: Champion. The word itself just seemed to flow and roll off the tongue. It just seemed right and evidently it was destiny. Hardcore Champion. Now THAT was even better. Being the epitome of toughness, the highest tier of violence, was to most people, a compliment. Holding a wrestling championship belt meant you were at the top of the pile, the (no pun intended) biggest dog in the yard. So soon, Sara Calaway was able to knock off the women who were climbing the mountain with her, and claim the belt for herself. The hardcore title, was rightfully hers, her name was etched in the nameplate and it was so surreal. Just like that, with a slap of a hand against the ring it had become true. One-Two-Three, and they had been all on their feet. Hardcore Champion...Sara Calaway...it was real...as real could get.
They were still yelling for her, the cheers, the cat calls, and the squeals of joy. The first ever Velocity was off the air for a good ten minutes and they were still there, a lot of people too. The Hardcore Title, didn’t have her name on it yet, but it was still on her shoulder and no one was going to be taking it from her. Her hand tightened around the faceplate and it hung low on her shoulder as she walked limply around the ring, hitting as many hands as she possibly could and signing a few autographs.
Greater than her husband? Surely not. He had been in the wrestling company for years and years and had “laid so many souls to rest.” He was the man of wrestling to her and to be better than him was not the goal, but only to reflect his good name. She looked at the little boy who had told her that, toothy smile and freckles.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Never better than him...
She ran a hand over the top of his head and messed up his hair even further, only to leave him with a brighter smile than before. After circling the ring a few times and meeting with all the fans she could it was only then in which she approached the back. Moving backwards, she held onto her title and held it high above her head, the crowd responding in a positive reaction, cameras flashing in her face. She pointed out to them and turned around to walk behind the curtain, only to stop before just reaching it and sending her fist to the air. The crowd roared as they saw her figure for the last few moments before she disappeared backstage.
After walking a bit in the dark she came out into the light again, backstage workers smiling to see her and giving her their own bit of congratulatory. She of course, appreciated it, but she was only looking for one person and to see his proud expression on his face. She walked a bit more to then see him leaning against the wall, classic arms crossed and staring at her; a solid expression slapped on his lips. She gave the expression equally harsh back until a smirk curled on his lips and she ran to him to throw her arms around his neck.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Can you believe it? This is just UNBELIEVABLE!
She pulled away from his embrace slightly and showed it to him, eyes gleaming with joy and pride down on her belt. A single hand swept over the main piece of gold and she jumped up and down in her excitement.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Sara Calaway...LWA Hardcore...Champion. Just awesome. The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: More than awesome...and I saw that Last Ride woman....
She smirked up coyly at him and he laughed at her.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Pretty damn well done. Back in the day I couldn’t even get Kane to do that... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: I gotta watch my back now though...first diva to get a title and it being hardcore...anyone can just...- The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Come up and get ya?
Sara nodded and they walked together down the hallway.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: There’s a solution to that..
She looked up interested.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Grow eyes in the back of your head...
Sara rolled her eyes and punched him in the arm.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Just gotta be ready that’s all...gotta be ready...
Just then comes a figure, rushing in Sara’s direction from off camera. Sara grabs her belt in a strong fashion and raises it only to see it is...The Miz?
The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: Sara Calaway!? Hardcore Champioooonnnea! How’s it feel girl?
He raises up his hand for a high five and she reluctantly accepts. Sara vaguely puts her guard down and returns her belt to her shoulder. As Miz gets a tad closer both he and Sara hear the breathing of Sara’s husband get a bit heavier in protection. Miz takes a step back and continues to smile, awaiting Sara’s words.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Well...Miz...it uhh feels pretty damn good.
She smiles in pleasure and brings a hand up to her head to slick back her hair out of her face.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: I went out there...did the best I could...didn’t promise anything, didn’t say I’d beat anyone’s ass, I didn’t guarantee that I’d be the victorious one. But that’s how it happened didn’t it? I left with a Hardcore Title with my name on it and my intentions are to keep it. The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: That’s pretty SICK Sara...can I hold it? Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: No.
Sara laughs and hits Miz on the shoulder.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Sorry. Any more questions?
Miz looks extremely depressed but continues on in the interview anyway.
The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: Are you ready for your match next week? Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Considering I just got back here...I don’t know what that match is Miz...mind telling me? The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: Can I hold your title NOW? Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Tell me who it is first... The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: More of who THEY are...
Sara raises an eyebrow and motions for him to tell her.
The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: Do you promise I can hold your title girl?
Sara shrugs and Miz continues.
The Miz\\Hoo-rah//: Well you’re going to be facing Jazz, Sarah Del Ray, and Shantelle Taylor!
Sara is silent for a moment and rolls her head on her shoulders.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Thanks Miz...and um...you can’t hold my title...
Miz looks hurt and scrunches his face, crossing his arms and was about to say something in response before Sara walks off. He looks to grab her shoulder but he felt the presence of the much taller Undertaker standing behind him.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: HOO-RAH!
Undertaker laughs and walks off in the direction Sara had left...Miz shrugging and shaking his head as the camera fades to black.
The scene slowly opens to what appears to be countryside. A small stream trickles by and from the sky a large bird floats to the water and begins to fill its quench on the water at its feet. The neck slowly falls to the rushing water, and it appears to be a peaceful, quaint atmosphere. Suddenly, a loud racket is heard and the bird’s head peeks up from the water. Its eyes move around to see what’s coming only to flap away just in time for a thunderous four wheeler to tear into the water and splash it everywhere. The splash covers the tires and mud paints the sides as it wheels away of the bird’s domain, only to continue into the wilderness.
The engine rumbles as the person driving the vehicle speeds up and soars out of the forest out into an open field, ascending a hill and arriving to the top. The four wheeler stops and the engine is shut off. The individual takes off their helmet to let her blonde hair unravel and for her lungs to get some air. The person appears to be Sara Calaway, a smile on her face as she turns to see the other four wheeler following her tracks. This person is soon to be revealed as The Undertaker.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: What...can’t keep up? The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: I can keep up just fine...you just worry about you... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Race ya home...
Sara gives him a bright smile before slamming the helmet back on and soaring off down the hill again, the terrain rugged and bumpy called for Sara to hold on tightly, thoughts of the next Velocity coming to mind.
As Hardcore Champion, so early, she had something to live up to. If she were to lose it, anytime soon, she’d lose her credibility. At least in her eyes...
The path got a little smooth as she made it to the bottom of the hill, dirt and mud splattering in her face as she moved. She wasn’t afraid to get dirty...she wasn’t afraid to ride through the tough times, of course when she had the determination, the drive, the passion. But what happened when she wasn’t sure, what happened when she was unsure of her skills and her abilities?
Her hands lost control of the four-wheeler and she let out a heart wrenching scream as the handles lost contact with her hands and she sprawled through the air toward the ground. She made it to a stop after continuously rolling. The engine of her four wheeler heard from a distance and flipped over a good distance away. She grabbed her arm, a large scratch trailing down it, and her body now curled into the fetal position. She pulled off her helmet, her head resting in the dirt as the four-wheeler of her husband’s came to a halt beside her. He got off quickly and came to his knees by her side.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Sara...Sara look at me hun...look at me.
She moved her head to see him hovering over her and she nodded to him slightly.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: I think I’m fine...I don’t think I broke anything. The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Hell that doesn’t mean you didn’t. Don’t move a muscle.
With ease and precision he lifted her up in his arms and gently placed her on the front of the four wheeler, sitting behind her and carefully driving back to the house.
The scene opens back up again with Sara lying on a sofa in what appears to be a fairly large living room. Her eyes are closed and the lights are extremely dim to barely make out her face. The back door of the house slowly opens and closes before the sound of it locking is heard. She stirs slightly and yawns to see the figure of her husband coming from outside.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Yea you really fucked up the whole front of it...gonna have to get that fixed before we leave for Velocity on Saturday. Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Sorry ‘bout that babe...I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Hell I haven’t taken a fall like that in years...I’m glad I didn’t break anything, especially right now. The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: You might have sprained something and just not know it yet....but.....are you sure you don’t know the reason why you crashed?
Sara sat up slowly, still sore, and cringed at the slight pain. She looked to the ground as if trying to avoid the question.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: I can’t help but to think that this week...was just a flook? That next week it’s not going to turn out like it did last time...that I’m not going to be the winner...
He didn’t respond and only filed out of the room, to come back moments later with her belt at hand.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Does this...look like a flook...to you?
He tossed it into her lap and she held it, her name now perfectly inscribed in it.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: How many Champions are in LWA now Sara...how many? Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: One.
He nodded slowly.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Think about that.
He pointed to her slightly and left her where she was, the room becoming suddenly a bit colder. She sighed and looked to the belt, cleaning it with her fingers and being able to see her worried face bounce back at her.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Do you have what it takes Sara? Can you take on three women and come out on top again?
She sighed deeply.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Can you really?
She looked deep into her own eyes in that belt, her hair a mess and her eyes with deep splotches of blackness underneath of them due to them calling for more sleep.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Yes.
The scene slowly opens to the sound of a motorcycle, thundering loudly into the parking lot of the HSBC Arena located in Buffalo New York. The rumbling persists and the camera gets a good shot of a motorcycle wheeling into the arena, the driver none other than The Undertaker, otherwise known as Mark Calaway to those who call him friend. On the back of the motorcycle is none other than Sara. It looks as if they had been to arena previously, due to the fact that they don’t have any belongings with them.
Sara only has her hardcore title fitted perfectly around her slender waist, which shows as her trench coat swayed a certain way that matched her husband’s. She got off of the motorcycle as her husband parked where he felt it proper. Sara was simply put, ready. She was in the right mind set and she refused to let it go. She walked a few paces away from her husband and stared in the direction of the entrance, but if she had been looking the other way she would have seen the woman coming.
The woman’s hands came around Sara’s throat like a cobra attempting to strangle its pray. The woman jumped up on Sara’s back and caused her to fall to the cement ground. With quick instincts Sara was able to block the poorly executed punches to Sara’s skull and was able to roll over on her newly found opponent, swinging punches of her own, a bloody nose suddenly occurring.
The woman was not recognizable, meaning, she wasn’t anyone that was popular. It was only when her husband pulled her off that Sara was pulled back into reality. He walked her a few paces away and let her go on the ground, not letting go of her yet.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: I think she got the message... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Let me see her...
The woman was a common brunette, now with a lovely coating of red at the front of her face. Sara cringed slightly to see the damage and she convinced her husband with her eyes to let her approach again.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: You know my title is no 24/7 right? I mean..it might be changed to that...but not now! The Woman\\Aspiring Diva//: Like I knew that??
Her eyes were full of tears, partly from pain and the other part from the unfortunate feeling of defeat. Sara crouched down to her...an odd feeling of remorse coming over her.
Come please...I’m calling...
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: I’m sorry about that...I should have laid off...I don’t know what came- The Woman\\Aspiring Diva//: Does it look like a give a fuck?
Sara gave a coy smile and shook her head from left to right.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Are you even on the roster? The Woman\\Aspiring Diva//: If I got your title, I’m pretty sure I’d have to be... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: So you’re not yet?
The woman shook her head no, as if it was an obvious answer and pouted heavily.
The Woman\\Aspiring Diva//: Look just fuck off okay?
Sara sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair and out of her face.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: You can get on the roster though you know...if you trained hard enough.
The Woman\\Aspiring Diva//: Doubt it...
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Look babe...it’s cold out here...we goin’?
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Will you give me a minute?
He gave her a stern look and rolled his eyes and continued his waiting.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: What’s your name hun? The Woman\\Aspiring Diva//: Tracy... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Wanna know a secret Tracy?
She looked up a bit interested.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: I’m in no way a master at this, but I’ve got heart and soul...I’m sure you have that too. You had the guts to ambush a champion while her husband was right there..
Tracy nodded in response and shrugged her shoulders, the blood surrounding her nose drying remotely fast.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: But hey...I have to get ready for my match tonight. Come by my locker room after the show and we can talk some more? Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: I guess..?
Sara laughed and put her hand out, helping the woman up and they looked eye to eye.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: You guess? Okay then. Well then I guess I’ll see you there.
Without fear, Sara Calaway turned her back on the diva and slowly walked down the hall with the impatiently waiting husband.
The woman, now standing alone looked down to the ground to see her own blood on her hands as the scene fades to darkness.
The video package slowly opens of Sara Calaway, however it appears that she is the one taking the video footage, as if on home video.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Hey fans of LWA....this is Sara Calaway, bringing to you...a message...to my competitors on Saturday Night Velocity...
Sara smiles brightly as we hear the voice of The Undertaker.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: What you recording? Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Something for my competitors on Velocity...care to say something?
The camera pans away from Sara’s face, shaky at first but then strengthening. Undertaker points into the camera deeply and with a serious expression states:
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: My wife...will beat all yo asses...only because I taught her so. Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: It’s so true ladies...because...oh wait hold on..
She flips the camera back around to get her face in.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Because...to get where I’m standing right now...in the middle of Buffalo New York...in some restaurant...to get my contract with the LWA I had to have good credentials. But all joking aside ladies, I know how much you all want to make your mark, because I know just how much I want to make my own. One little win did not please me last week, one little title belt around my waist doesn’t satisfy that WANT! I want more. I want more stardom, more fame, more cheers, more RESPECT! How do I get that? By going through each and every ONE of you three.
Sara nods and points a finger into the camera, a smile on her face not being able to disappear.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: In all honesty ladies, ever since I got the three count last week against the girl Kristal, I’ve been on top of the world. I mean I had some doubts a few days ago...but I had to overcome them. No matter if you admit it or not, going into a fatal four way is mentally difficult, but I have been able to conquer that difficulty. But I have no doubts, I realize that last week I had to overcome odds of my own, and I can do it again. Against three divas, Jazz, Sarah...cute name by the way, and Shantelle Taylor. I could go through each one of you individually, and pick out your stats and go stir crazy..but that would indicate that I’m worried. The truth is...I’m really not. When I get into the ring I’ll worry about you then, my adrenaline will kick in and I’ll kick ass like I was taught. Case solved. Oh...ladies...one more thing...you’re about to become...famous.
With that the camera shuts off.
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