Deadgirl Walking... Info about me <3 Statistics Contact Information Legal Disclaimer Introduction: Two wins down! Just like that, two weeks come and gone and two matches gone with them. They weren’t the easiest matches either. Sara Calaway had yet to go one on one against anyone; it was always a crapshoot considering how many people were in her matches. The first week could be considered beginners luck, a lucky shot, her being at the right place at the right time. But two weeks in a row, going into a match with multiple competitors in them? Could it still be luck? No, and now Sara believed it. After the announcement of Sara’s title becoming a 24/7 title, the rising diva knew that she would be a magnet, more than any other future champion would be. Even on Velocity, already, she had been attacked before her match up later in the evening. Any time, any place, it could be possible for someone to make their move, and get her belt. But for that moment, as Sara breathed, she cherished each moment that the belt was still in her name. Next week would be a time for Sara’s true colors to shine in a one on one match up, Sara Calaway versus Melina Perez, in the squared circle.
The scene slowly opens to the inside of Sara Calaway’s dressing room. The shower is running from inside the bathroom. The door is closed shut but the running water can still be heard. There is a lounging area where a television is placed, Sara’s husband, The Undertaker is situated on one of the sofas.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: SARA! You sure I can’t come in there?
Sara’s voice yelled and muffled from the bathroom is heard but not understandable.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: WHAT?
Her voice is heard again and he turns down the television to try and get a response.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: ONE MORE TIME!
The door slowly opens and Sara sticks her head out of the door.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: No Mark.
He sighs heavily and rolls his eyes before turning the television up, a commercial for UFC thundering through the speakers.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: I can’t frickin believe that Brock Lesnar is going to be on the ultimate fighter...what the hell is that? Pursues wrestling, leaves, fails miserably in football and then goes to UFC?
He rolls his eyes as there is a brief knock on the door. He debates on answering it for a few moments before sighing heavily and heaving himself off of the sofa. He opens the door softly to see the same woman that had attacked Sara the other day before the show...Tracy was her name.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: How can...I help you? Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: Um...is Sara here? The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: She’s in the shower hun...I don’t think it would be right if you tried to attack her for the belt in the shower.. Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: No...actually...I wanted to talk to her? She told me to come by after the show... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Did she now? Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: Yea..it was in the parking lot...and...
The door to the bathroom opened and steam was let loose into the room...Sara with a towel on her head and her street clothes on walked into the hallway that lead to the lounging area from the bathroom.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Who’s at the door babe? The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: That girl Tracy... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Well let her in!
She gave him a stern look and he slowly opened the door a bit more to let Tracy walk in.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Hey hun, I’m glad you came by!
As she said this Sara rubbed the towel on her head to dry her hair.
Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: Me too. I stuck around and actually got a ticket for the show. You did great out there. Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Thanks...I reallyyyy appreciate it. I did my best and it turned out good again for me.
Sara smiled and let the towel hang on her shoulders.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: How long have you been wanting to wrestle? Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: Ever since I was little...I’ve tried in the independent scene and they always told me I was lacking something...I got sick of it and then...that’s what I did today. I’m sorry for doing what I did... Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: You just were trying to make an impact hun...I’m sorry about hurting you like I did...how you feeling? Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: Good as soon as my nose stopped bleeding I was fine.
Tracy laughed considerably loud and Sara laughed along with her.
Sara put a hand on the woman’s shoulder.
Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: Keep at it...I’ll give you my phone number and you can call me whenever. Tracy\\Aspiring Diva//: That sounds really great...and hey I’m pretty good with HTML...can I communicate with you and make you a website? Sara Calaway\\The Biker Babe//: That...would be...amazing.
And so...a great friendship was made.
Rumbles and roars can be heard as our scene is still completely blank. However as it slowly fades we are above a large parking lot, full of motorcycles, shimmering in the mid-day light. Other than the motorcycles, are people walking up and down the many aisles of the bikes on display, an outside motorcycle show. The owners stand beside their beauties, flaunting their louder engines and more expensive paint job as they coat more and more layers of wax on the frames of the bikes. The location is perfect for any motorcycle enthusiast, and in turn, perfect for two people known as Mark and Sara Calaway.
Our camera quickly flashes to Sara who is currently walking on her own. Her hair flows to her elbows and dark sunglasses cover her eyes as she walks in the crowd, seemingly as just another person part of it. Sara looks to her right as she walks nearest to the right selection of motorcycles, the owners traditionally obsessed with motorcycles themselves. Sara stops to look at one that caught her eye, a candy apple red one with perfectly chiseled flames on the side. Not to mention thousands of dollar wheels intact. Sara kneels down beside it, her hand having the urge to slide up and down the wheel to see if it was real or not. The eyes of the owner nearby told her not to though.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Sweet ride.
Sara smirked and got to her full height again.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: How long have you been saving for this puppy? Ted\\The Owner//: Nearly my whole life, my wife and I owned a few, but then cashed it for this one and our other one we actually ride.
Sara nodded and folded her arms, inspecting the bike, trying to find a single flaw or something she didn’t like. But it was impossible, everything, every little detail she loved and she was thinking about making an offer for it. Just as she was about to say something, she felt her phone going off in her back pocket.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: One second...
Ted nodded and she stepped to the side where it wasn’t overly cluttered with people. She looked to see it was her husband and she rolled her eyes, knowing it was going to be him going on about how beautiful this bike was, how they needed it in their garage, and how it was simply gorgeous.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Yes Mark? The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Sara, you gotta check this bike out...
A grin formed on Sara’s face and slight laughter exited without her control.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: What’s so funny? Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Oh nothing...where you at? The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: It’s at the end of it...trust me...you’ll love this.
Sara shook her head and hung up the phone, shoving it in the back of her pocket, before bidding her farewell to Ted. She walked amongst the people for good bit before spotting her husband, a head taller than most people walking at the convention of sorts. She took her place by his side.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Okay...so what’s so...
But her voice slowly faded as she saw the bike ahead of her. On it was painted a picture of herself and her husband...a mixture of reds, blacks, and yellows etched ever so perfectly on the shining motorcycle. The light reflected just perfectly off of it as bold red letters stated: Deadman Inc.
Sara let out a squeal of surprise and fell to her knees next to it as the owners just looked on in surprise to see their two idols admiring their bike. They couldn’t even speak. Sara waved slightly and smiled to them, it was one of the few chances in which her husband and herself agreed how great a bike was.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: That’s so awesome... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Told you she’d like it...
He said this directed to a shy looking woman, who looked as though to be as tough as Sara. Sara lifted herself to her feet and put out her hand for a handshake.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: This is really gorgeous...just...wow. What an honor, really...it’s just insane. Do you get a lot of compliments?
The owner was still dumbstruck and had a corny smile on her face.
Owner #1\\Jan//: Oh yea...we ride it when we can...but we want to keep it in good condition too. It’s crazy as to how many...motorcycle owners...know about you guys.
Sara shook her head.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Well I get why people know him...but me...shoot...I was only for WWF television for a few months and was getting stalked by...what’s his face... Owner #1\\Jan//: Yea...but now you’re hardcore champion in LWA! Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: I didn’t even know LWA had hit off..I mean we get good turnouts but I didn’t know how many people actually watched.. Owner #1\\Jan//: I’ll always cheer you on girl.
Sara smiled in thanks.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: How about a picture sitting on it? I’m sure that would be a pretty awesome picture... Owner #1\\Jan//: Would you do that for us?! The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Of course hun.
Jan smiled brightly and brought out a good quality camera, as if she had prepared for the whole ordeal.
Owner #1\\Jan//: I’m lucky I bring a camera to these things to get shots of the other bikes. God I can’t believe you guys are actually here! That I’m talking to you...
Sara smiled, she didn’t truly understand what made her so great. She had been lucky enough to marry herself and in turn gave her a pathway to the wrestling world. She did have some talent; she won the hardcore championship and was so far 2-0. But she shrugged it off, there were still more matches to compete in. Taker moved forward to sit on the bike first, gripping the handles tightly and flexing slightly as Sara sat down behind him.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: I wasn’t expecting a photo shoot today so please excuse the look...
The group of people who had been watching and listening chuckled slightly at his response.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: I’m serious! Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Shut up Mark.
She said this with a slight smack to his side and he grimaced before rolling his eyes and his shoulders as the woman got into place to get a few shots from the side. Sara blew a kiss into the camera and Taker gave a serious expression as the first flash went off. After a few pictures of the woman getting different angles, the stir started to happen and Mark gave a groan of irritation to hear the murmurs.
Is that The Undertaker? IS THAT SARA? Is it them is it them?
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Looks like we’re gonna be signing some stuff...there goes our afternoon...
But Sara didn’t say anything but only smiled as people started to gather around, pulling out their cameras and taking snapshots of their own. How did she make it here? Taking a few kids to a meet and greet, meeting her husband, and then being whisked away into this world...wow...just...wow. The scene slowly fades as she places her head on his back, smiling to the cameras and waving at a few fans.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: This song...is NOT coming out of my head...no matter how hard I try!
The scene suddenly cuts from black to color to the LWA wrestling ring, in which Sara Calaway is standing in, perfectly decked out in workout clothes. Her husband, The Undertaker, is on the other side of the ring, leaning into the turnbuckles. She laughs loudly as she snaps along to the beat and sings briefly.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: (singing) You don’t know how you met me...you don’t know why...you can’t turn around and say goodbye...all I know is when I’m with you...I make you free... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea...I know hun, you keep singing it over and over. Which is more important; getting the song out of your head or being able to keep that undefeated streak. Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: It’s only 2-0... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: But in order for you to get higher...you have to keep it now don’t you?
Sara nodded reluctantly...
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Follow me..everything is all right. I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night.. The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Sara, I’m not afraid to chokeslam you RIGHT NOW! Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Yes you are...(sings again) and if you want to leave...I can guarantee...you won’t-
Taker walked forward and Sara squealed slightly, sliding out of the ring in a rushed fashion...
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: (singing) I’m well aware...you don’t look ashamed and I’m not scared...(stops singing) Hey, that actually kinda fits with this...I’m not scared Mark!
She laughed playfully as she walked around the ring as he got closer to the ropes as she continued to hum.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: (sings) Follow me...everything is all right...I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night...and if you... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: SARA!
He quickly went to the ropes and flipped over the top, sprinting around the ring after her and she ran, much faster than him. She yelled the song as she ran.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: (singing) FOLLOW ME...EVERYTHINGIS ALL RIGHT...I’LL BE THE ONE TO TUCK YOU IN AT NIGHT!!
As he turned a corner he tucked quickly and she stopped to see him hiding behind the ring. She moved closer to the ring to see if he was trying to sneak around before screaming loudly as she felt his hand around her ankle, coming from underneath the ring. He pulled quickly to get her down to her feet and he came out from underneath the ring as she struggled on the ground. He tickled her playfully until tears came from her eyes from laughter. He stopped momentarily and dabbed his lips on hers before getting up and pulling her with him. She was surprised he acted like he was that day, how playful he was, it was most likely because no one was even around at that moment.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: No more of that song... Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Follow-
He put his hand to her mouth and she hummed it before stopping and nodding.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Okay...fine...but you know if I just sing that constantly you think Melina would just give up?
He chuckled slightly and shrugged his shoulders.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Who knows...but this is your first singles match...a time for you to shine. Okay?
Sara nodded before moving to her bag sitting in the ring to grab her cell phone.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: We should get going to the back...they’ll let people in, in about an hour.
The scene slowly fades as the camera zooms out as Sara and her husband walk to the back of the arena.
The scene opens again with Sara walking in a quickened pace. She looked to have an irritated expression on her face as she turned a slight corner to enter her locker room. She enters with the door slamming shut behind her and she collapses on one of the couches. The camera zooms out to reveal The Undertaker sitting next to her. He slinks his arm around her shoulders and in a calm fashion says:
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: What happened all of a sudden? Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: I was just out in the hallway, and do you know who I ran into? Oh...just guess.
He shrugged his shoulders and she rolled her eyes in response.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: That...Beth Pheonix...that...thing...she hasn’t had one match yet but can talk plenty of smack...so you know what I did?
He again shrugs his shoulders.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Slapped her right in the face...and it felt damn good. I wish I could have done more though... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Why didn’t you?
Sara was silent, she didn’t know why she didn’t just knock the taste out of the woman’s mouth. Sara didn’t know why she didn’t attack her, make a point and a statement.
She shrugged to her husband’s question.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: You’re intimidated...you’re afraid that she is what she says she is...
She gave him a stern look and shrugged her shoulders again.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: But I’m not afraid...I couldn’t be even less afraid of getting any beating...I don’t know... The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: I know how to make you feel better...
He gently leaned toward her ear to whisper into her ear.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: (singing) Follow me...everything is all right... Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: NO, not that song again!!! I finally got it OUT of my head...
He chuckled slightly and leaned back.
The Undertaker\\Big Evil//: Look, don’t worry about Beth...worry about Melina. Beth will most likely try to come to ringside...so you have to watch your back. If they let me out there I’ll make sure to protect you.
Sara got up off the couch and clapped her hands together.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: Just gotta focus...get my head in the game.
She rolled her shoulders and looked ahead, throwing a few punches and swinging her hair back.
Sara Calaway\\Biker Babe//: That prissy thing won’t know what hit her.
Sara smiled brightly as the scene slowly fades to black.
END ROLEPLAY