The scene opens to a dimly lit hotel room. Everything is motionless on both beds that are laid parallel to one another. The air conditioning moans and groans as another day begins. The camera rotates to reveal Sara lying in just the same position as we had left her. Her eyes are closed shut and her body is splayed across the entire bed. All is peaceful until the sound of a cell phone cuts through the air and Sara jumps from it. She leans over and gives out a groan of irritation before sitting up and walking through the darkened room. She looks over to see Tracy still soundly sleeping with her laptop resting next to her. Sara smirks and digs through her bag on the ground for her cell phone; she grabs it just as it stops ringing. She sighs heavily and looks to see who it was, to see that it was from:

Mark

She almost has the urge to call him back but waits a few moments, only to have her phone tell her that she has a voice message. She wonders if she should listen to it or head back to bed before flipping the phone open and pressing it to her ear.

You have one new message. First unheard message…

The Undertaker[Turned Jackass]: Hey Sara. Just to let you know I won’t be home today or tomorrow so if you want to pick up your stuff…do it then. Thanks.

End of message…To delete this message press ‘9’.

Sara: Forget you bastard.

Sara deleted it quickly and rolled her eyes, slamming her phone back into her bag. She looked behind her to see Tracy stirring slightly and letting out her first awake breath of the morning.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Did Batista get your number now?

Sara: No thank god. Mark called me and said that if I wanted my stuff at the house I’d better go get it today or tomorrow. Fuck, I don’t even have anywhere to put my stuff yet.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Look, don’t worry about getting a house or anything just yet. You can move in with me for the time being. We can go to your house, get whatever you need and take it to my house. How much shit you have?

Sara: Just clothes mainly.

Tracy nodded and yawned loudly before putting her head down on the pillow again.

Tracy[Best Friend]: We can just get a plane to Texas then from there we can spend the rest of the week at my house okay?

Sara nodded and sighed heavily.

Sara: Can you book us a flight while I’m in the shower?

Tracy nodded and powered up her computer as Sara grabbed clothes to change into afterward. It successfully booted up. Sara walked into the bathroom and started up the shower, just as she heard Tracy in the background.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Holy shit.

Sara: What what’s wrong?

Sara stuck her head out of the bathroom and looked to Tracy in concern.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Besides the fact that the video I put up last night has about five thousand comments on it already…the newest one is from…

Tracy pauses and sighs.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Dave Batista.

Sara comes closer to the computer screen and looked over Tracy’s shoulder, shaking her head from left to right and letting out a loud sigh.

Sara: You know…he really needs to find something to do with all of this free time he seems to have. I don’t have the patience to deal with him this morning…can you just delete it and like ban him from the website or something?

Tracy[Best Friend]: Consider it already done.

Sara nods, content, and heads back into the bathroom to get her shower.

S C E N E T W O – Home Sweet Home?

Before three o’clock in the afternoon, the taxi cab pulled in front of the ranch of Mark Calaway on the outskirts of Austin Texas. It came to a stop in front of the four car garage and Sara climbed out of the back seat, Tracy quickly following behind.

Sara: We’ll be awhile…we’ll call the service to come out and give us a lift back to the airport when we’re ready. Thank you!

The driver bid his thanks and farewells before Sara shut the door and the car drove away. Sara turned around and shoved her hands into her jean pockets, travel luggage situated next to her. Tracy stood next to Sara, both women decked out in their sunglasses, both individuals looking extremely gorgeous in the Texas heat.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Are you ready?

Sara: Not too sure.

But despite the uncertainty, Sara takes a step toward the garage doors, pushing up the security codebox to insert the four digit number.

Error. Wrong security code entered.

He had changed it on her…already. She looked to the ground and tried one more time.

Error. Wrong security code entered.

There was more than one way to get into the house, such as the front door that she had the key in her pocket to. But the fact that she didn’t know the code to get into her own garage, into her own home, hit her hard. She swallowed down a patch of saliva and closed the security panel, only to turn away from it and head to the front door. Her tears were starting to build but she denied them by quickly wiping them away. Sara picked out her key from her pocket and the front door opened without issue. Just inside the front door were five or six cardboard boxes displayed out in the foyer. Her clothes were folded nicely and everything was counted for.

Sara stood there for a few moments and looked at everything. This was what she wanted? She wanted to be kicked out of her own house? She wanted to be away from her husband…her…former husband? As if sensing her obvious depression and her near breakdown Tracy came forward and embraced her friend in a tight and reassuring hug.

Tracy[Best Friend]: You’re stronger than that. You can get through this. You are a strong individual Sara, don’t let this beat you.

There was silence for a few more moments.

Tracy[Best Friend]: DON’T let it beat you.

Sara nodded and held her friend tighter before breaking away and walking past the boxes, heading toward the back yard. Outside her dogs were laying in the tree’s shade, their collars hooked up to the posts and laying in the sun. The maid that Mark had paid to come in and clean up the place made sure to take care of the dogs. Sara stepped outside both dogs perked up their ears and whimpered to see her coming out. She walked out to them both large, friendly dogs that loved her to death. The Rottweiler’s barked as she approached and sat by her side. She crouched down to them and they lapped at her face, only for her to hug them tightly.

Sara: I’ll miss you guys okay? Be good for daddy.

One of them nudged her playfully and gave her a loving lick before Sara standing to her feet, and moving back to the house. They watched her go, staying at the exact spot that she had left them. She came back into the house and Tracy was looking around the house, almost angered.

Sara: What’s wrong?

Tracy[Best Friend]: I just wish I could fuck him up. He is living in this fabulous, huge house, and kicking YOU out? No. Just no.

Sara shrugged and looked out at the dogs, still staring at her, not moving.

Sara: Nothing is fair, but think Trace, if I hadn’t of found you again I wouldn’t have anywhere to go.

Tracy shook her head and crossed her arms as Sara went around and explored her house for the last time. Remembering memories and wishing that she wouldn’t have to let them go, but understand that it was necessary. Finally Sara came back into the main foyer to see Tracy.

Tracy[Best Friend]: I called the cab place while you were outside and they were nearby. They got everything in the cab too.

Sara: Wow that was fast. Good thing though I’m definitely ready to leave.

Tracy smiled.

Tracy[Best Friend]: I’m just going to go to the bathroom, gimme the key and I’ll meet you outside in the cab okay?

Sara looked at Tracy confused but nodded and headed out to the cab. Trace smiled as the front door closed as Sara exited. Quickly, she ran to the back door and ran outside to the Rottweilers who were still where Sara had left them. She untied them from their post and grabbed their collars, urging them inside the house. They went in to escape the heat without issue. Tracy brought in their food bowls, ‘accidentally’ dropping their food and water bowls all over the carpet.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Aw man, my bad Mark.

Tracy made sure to refill the food bowls so the dogs had food while they trampled dog prints and mud over the expensive floors and carpets. Tracy made sure to go through the house and open each and every door so the dogs would be able to roam free, which they were already enjoying doing.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Work your magic guys.

The dogs barked in response and Tracy smirked as she exited the house, closing the door behind her and locking it tight.

Sara: What took you so long?

Sara was outside of the cab, leaning on the trunk and waiting for Tracy.

Tracy[Best Friend]: I had a stomach ache.

The dogs barking could be heard inside and Tracy smirked a bit.

Sara: Whoa was that the dogs?

Tracy[Best Friend]: Must be the neighbors…

Sara: I should really go check on them…

Tracy[Best Friend]: They’re just fine. I just checked before I left. Come on…let’s go.

Sara: But Trace…

Tracy[Best Friend]: Sara. Let’s go.

Sara frowned deeply and shrugged her shoulders and headed into the taxi cab, not having a clue that the dogs inside were completely ripping the entire house apart.

S C E N E T H R E E – The Hangout and News

Nothing was better for Sara than being unpacked in Tracy’s townhouse. Of course Sara was already looking for houses that she could afford, but it was nice just having a place to call home again. Her boxes were scattered around the guest room and she was so comfortable she ended up falling asleep when her only intentions were to lay down for a moment. Sara awoke a few hours later in the dark and she got up and walked to the hallway to hear the microwave beeping downstairs. She creaked down the steps and she saw Tracy making a hot pocket in the microwave.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Good morning sleeping beauty. You were out for awhile.

Sara: Yea, after yesterday I definitely needed some rest. Today really didn’t help either with having to go to the house.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Don’t worry girlie. It’ll all work out. In less than a month you’ll have that title back on your shoulder and everything will be right in the world.

Sara: We can only hope right?

Tracy[Best Friend]: I happen to know these things.

Just then, Sara heard her cell phone going off from her purse that she had left in Tracy’s living room. Only thinking that it could be one person Sara went over reluctantly and pushed it to her ear.

Sara: Yes Mark?

The Undertaker[Turned Jackass]: WHY THE HELL did you let the dogs in the house?

Sara: What are you talking about?

The Undertaker[Turned Jackass]: YOU FUCKIN’ LET THE DOGS IN and everything is fuckin’ RUINED! The whole house is an absolute mess. Sara I was nice to you, I let you come in and take your stuff, I had everything perfectly placed for you and then you do this?

Sara: Mark..it was NOT ME!

The Undertaker[Turned Jackass]: Then who the hell was it?

Sara paused for a moment.

Sara: I don’t know.

The Undertaker[Turned Jackass]: It was that damned Tracy wasn’t it? Listen to me…you’re going to pay for this…if you did it or not.

The phone went dead and Sara turned toward Tracy, looking absolutely pissed.

Sara: You let the dogs in the house…in that multi-million dollar house? Tracy that was just….

Sara pauses for a moment and a smile curves upon her lips.

Sara: Brilliant!

Sara laughs extremely hard and shakes her head, not being able to believe the brilliance of her friend.

Tracy[Best Friend]: What did he say?

Sara: He was trying to intimidate me. But it’s not happening…because I know better than that.

Tracy[Best Friend]: He thought he had control, but he damn sure well didn’t. Just think Sara how jealous he’s going to be when you get that title back. Just think.

Sara: I’m not counting my chickens before they hatch Trace. If I get that far, I get that far. It’s nice to think about but I’m not going to count on anything. I should know…life throws you curve balls and I gotta be up for absolutely everything.

Tracy[Best Friend]: I guess that is the best way to look at it.

Sara: Me too. It’s about six right? I’m going to head to the gym before it gets too late; I’ll be back in a few hours.

Tracy nodded and Sara changed into her workout clothes before leaving, driving Tracy’s car to the nearest Gold’s Gym.

S C E N E F O U R– Going All Out

That Gold’s Gym was where Sara was nearly one hundred percent of the time before Boiling Point. Constantly she drove herself to her absolute limits, pulling herself through all of her workouts and fighting each and every challenge. Our scene opens up to the Gold’s Gym that Sara calls home. The place is abuzz with people all over the place bonding with their machine of choice. The camera weaves in and out of the gym format until we find Sara, eyes closed, and working her hardest on the elliptical. This machine proves to be similar to a treadmill except has a slight slant to it. On the highest available resistance level and highest slant Sara goes onto her last ten minutes of her hour long elliptical run.

She has her ipod buds in her ears and her eyes are closed shut as she keeps her rhythm. Her song changes into, “I Dare You,” by Shinedown.

Hello…
Let me introduce you to…
the characters in the show…
one says yes one says no…

Sara’s heart increases a beat and she slowly feels her energy being drained at that point in the workout.

Decide…which voice in your head you can keep alive…
Even in madness I know you still believe…
Paint me your canvas so I become
What you could never be

Sara felt herself fading even further, her whole body wishing just to relax, to give up, to try again later, at another time.

I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
wear my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

It was as if her whole body was shutting down, sitting in the car on the way home was something she truly desired at that moment in time. Her whole body was drenched in sweat.

Hello, are you still chasing
The memories in shadows
Some stay young, some grow old
Come alive, there are thoughts unclear
You can never hide

It was only then the words of the song touched her and she listened to them.

Even in madness, I know you still believe
Paint me your canvas so I become
What you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
wear my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

It was that moment that she felt her whole body respond. The song touched her soul and she felt her legs moving a bit faster on the elliptical. She clenched the bars tightly and continued to run, ignoring her physical limitations that seemed to be stopping her.

Hello
Hello...
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
Brand my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

It was only then when she envisioned herself in front of the thousands of people at Boiling Point. She saw herself in the middle of the ring, but not victorious. She imagined herself after a finishing move by Trish Stratus. She saw herself nearly finished, nearly done. She saw the referee coming down for the pinfall. But she saw herself kick out, and herself taking control of the match. She saw herself delivering a moonsault, she saw her own pin. Most importantly she heard the words through the speakers: YOU’RE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER…..SARA!!!!!!

As the song slowly faded she could feel her lungs gasping for her air and her eyes open, bloodshot from the sweat running down into her tear ducts and into her eyes. She felt herself gasp for air and she immediately got off of the elliptical, attempting to walk a straight line to the locker room to get water. She felt her knees buckle and she instantly was sent crashing to the floor.

???: Whoa..whoa..whoa.

She felt two powerful hands at her side, turning her around slightly as she lay nearly helpless on the floor of the gym. She could feel the eyes looking at her, but only one pair of hands and one pair of lips giving her the energy to go on. She felt herself being lifted up into the air and slowly carried to a back room where she was carefully placed on a bed of some sort.

???: Sara? This is Dave...I’m here to help you.

DAVE? Here to help her?

She felt a hand at her head and she pulled away from it, her whole body aching and shaking from her extreme work out. She opened her eyes fully to see it was not Dave Batista sitting next to her and instead one of the men who worked at the gym. She instantly let out a breath of relief.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: You just need to relax for a few minutes. Take this water bottle you’ll be all right.

Sara gripped the bottle tightly and pressed it to her lips.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: Shouldn’t be working yourself that hard girl.

Sara: It’s actually necessary.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: Nothing is that necessary.

Sara: You wouldn’t get it.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: I get having to win matches.

Sara squinted her eyes to get a better look at the man who was helping her.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: I wrestle the independent scene. I was in the WiW for awhile but, I had some family issues to attend to. No match is worth almost dying over, especially for a diva like yourself.

Sara: I’ve been gone for a year. I need to get this number one contender opportunity. If not, who knows how long I’ll be screwed over for.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: I’ve seen you in here almost every day this week…when’s the match?

Sara: Day after tomorrow.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: My word of advice…chill at home tomorrow. Let your body rest, take it easy, then you can kick ass come the match okay?

Sara nodded and heaved a sigh.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: It’s for the best okay? Do you need a ride home?

Sara: I’ll be fine…thank you.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: Here…I’ll drive you home and I’ll get a cab back here.

Sara: What? No.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: I insist. Take me to your car okay?

Sara sighed and the manager grabbed her forearm to help her up.

Sara: I’m fine.

She got up on her feet and before heading out to eh car she made sure to stop by the locker room to get her things. The manager climbed into the car last, making sure to open the door for Sara and close it for her. After giving appropriate directions back to Tracy’s house, the manager made sure to get her out of the car safely and right up to the front door.

Sara: I really appreciate you doing this for me.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: No problem. It’s my job.

Sara smirked, she could feel slight butterflies churning in her stomach.

Dave[Gold’s Gym Manager]: Hey I know this is really random…but my wife is a huge fan of yours and I was wondering if I could get an autograph?

Sara blinked and the butterflies were shut down. Was that why he had been so nice? So he could ask for an autograph?

Sara: Sure not a problem at all.

Sara pulled something out of her purse and a pen and quickly wrote it for him.

Sara: Thanks again, I really appreciate it.

She didn’t wait for his ride to come and instead went straight inside; Tracy was situated in the living room doing her college work.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Whoa what’s wrong with you?

Tracy instantly picked up Sara’s anger, particularly from the way she slammed the door so loudly.

Sara: A guy from the gym drove me home, he was fuckin’ flirting with me the whole time! Then when we get back here, he says his wife wants an autograph. I just basically realized that I’m never going to get into another relationship anytime soon.

Tracy[Best Friend]: Unless like I said Batista has his eyes on you.

Sara: I don’t even want to think about Dave Batista. That’s for damn sure. Now…I’ll leave you to your homework, I’ll be upstairs.

S C E N E F I V E -Trish Stratus was A Former Friend But More Recently A Former Enemy

The scene slowly opens on a picture of Trish Stratus and Sara sitting at a bar many months ago. It seemed to be a time in which Sara and Trish were just starting to get close in friendship, when they were just starting to realize that they had a lot in common. They sat together, at that bar, not a care in the world. If anyone knew correctly, they would have known that at the time Trish Stratus was dating John Cena who had been sitting next to her while Sara’s husband at the time, The Undertaker had been taking the picture.

Sara: This picture Trish Stratus is the past. Everyone in it, is in the past. The relationships, the friendships, the memories, they are all left alone in a time far from this point. It was a time when we were best friends, a time when you helped me out, when you were there for me, when you taught me to be the best I could be when I had been at a low point. I owe you my success Trish Stratus.

The camera slowly zooms out to reveal Sara, looking through a photo album of old pictures scattered across the floor.

Sara: It’s funny how things come full circle. How I beat you at Wrestlemania to take the title, only to eventually lose it after a lengthy title run and be put on the shelf due to a life threatening injury. To think that after coming this far in my rehab, after coming this far in my return, you are the girl that I need to take down and conquer to get what I want back again. It’s irony, it’s dramatic, it’s exactly what that WiW audience wants to see. The bookers did a good job. I’m sure there are people who are split on this one. They’re not sure who’s going to be able to make it out with the victory. They’re not sure who’s going to go ahead to try to capture the WiW Woman’s Title. They’re just not sure who wants it more. But I find this quite insulting.

Sara looks to the ceiling and proceeds.

Sara: I find it quite insulting because I breathe this desire, this need, this want. I need to back where I was because it was out of my control. I did not choose to step away from this, I was put out by a woman who doesn’t have the balls to still be here. I have the necessity to have that title again, I need my life back. This number one contender opportunity is getting me a step closer to how my life used to be. There are no if’s, and’s or, but’s about any of this.

Sara flips through her photo album to see a picture of her at Wrestlemania, when she just won the WiW Woman’s Title.

Sara: This…is going to happen again. Trish…I DARE YOU…to try and take this from me. I dare you to try and take away my life. I dare you to try and take away where I used to be. It was already taken away from me once; I’m not going to let anything, or ANYBODY do it again to me. Stratus…prepare for the fight of your life because I’m bringing my heart and soul your way and we are going to bring down the house.

Sara puts her hand in front of the camera and it blacks out.

End Roleplay.