• Sara Calaway // wiw women's champion •

Foreword :

What was life like for the WiW Woman’s Champion? What was it like to go up against diva after diva and to knock them down continuously? What was it like to have to constantly refresh your skills to adapt to all types of scenarios and all types of settings? The lifestyle of such a champion, the lifestyle of such a superstar, Sara Calaway had felt for months and months and it felt like years. It felt like such burdens that she lived her daily life with had always been there and that they would forever be there. The champion on her pedestal would always reign and nothing would tear her down? Or would finally there be someone strong enough, quick enough, fast enough, better than Sara herself to take her down to her defeat, in the perfect match, in the perfect scene, and the perfect strategy of defeat. Would World War 2007 be the time in which Sara Calaway enters into battle with her piece of gold strapped to her shoulder and the time in which she would leave empty handed? Would her opponents known as the newcomer, Jazz or her ongoing rival Melina be able to snag the gold from Sara Calaway and claim it as her own? The answer is to Sara Calaway isn’t quite simple at all.

I am stricken’ and can’t let you go.

S C E N E O N E - A F u n n y Fe e l i n g

Our scene slowly opens to reveal Sara Calaway slowly walking backstage from the arena of Fusion. It was evident she was returning from the ring area, her belt in hand and in street clothes. She had recently, moments ago actually, returned from doing commentary along with Michael Cole and Tazz, on a match in which had contained both of her opponents for World War, Jazz and Melina Perez. As she had sat there at the announcer’s table, she hadn’t spoke very much and instead just let her eyes sift through the motions in the ring, imagining herself being part of it and how she’d be doing things differently personally. Everyone had thought, including Sara herself that Melina had had the match in the bag that the woman in which Sara truly didn’t like, Melina, would be winning the match an easy one-two-three. But when Jazz, the newcomer had made it out on top it had made everyone take a second look including Sara who had had a stare-down at the end of the match up. Surely Jazz was a sight to look at, but nothing compared to woman like she had battled before, women like Nicole Bass. Sara wasn’t intimidated over one person, never, but when one was put into a situation against two others, surely one would feel out of place or uncertain about your own abilities.

As Sara returned backstage it truly hit her that she was going to be defending her title against two women, not just one and quite frankly it scared her. It had been awhile since she had competed against more than one challenger and she wasn’t sure if she was capable of it. Slowly she walked through the back and looked down at her title on her shoulder as she did so. Her own reflection shot back at her, her worried expression coming to life and smacking her in the face. She tried to hide it but obviously it didn’t work as others gave worried expressions of their own in her direction in seeing her in such a state of mind, just showing by her facial expression. Without further ado, as if it we meant to be, it was her husband in which rounded the corner next. That evening he was going against none other than Kenny Dykstra and to him it was going to be an easy evening and to see his wife so stressed out, suddenly with just seeing her out there doing fine it threw him for a loop. He put his hands at her sides and looked down at her.

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Sara, Sara what’s wrong?

She looked up at him, and immediately straightened up as if trying to hide her worries, making her the only one having to deal with them.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Nothing, I’m fine…good luck with your match tonight hun’…

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: No…wait…tell me…what’s the matter?

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now okay? I mean…in a week I’ll be putting my title on the line against TWO divas and-

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: You got your number one contender spot against five divas was it? A battle royal no less? Come on don’t get all stirred up about this you’re fine, you’ll do great. You know it.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I don’t know anything…and I have this weird feeling…

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Weird feeling?

Bob\\Boring Tech Crew Guy//: Taker, we need you in about a minute out there...hurry up!

Taker brought his eyes off of Sara for a brief moment to give a threatening gaze at the tech. crew member who clearly had just crossed the line.

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: I’m coming.

He looked back down at Sara and hugged her gently.

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Come out with me to the ring hun’, I think it’s what you need.

She nodded in agreement and she did so.

S C E N E T W O- T h e P h o n e C a l l

Going out with her husband to the ring had evidently gotten her worries off of her shoulder, by the end of the evening and getting back to the hotel Sara wasn’t depressed as she had been before and instead was smiling ear to ear, arm and arm with her husband and signing some autographs for some fans in the main lobby. She was showered with compliments from her fans of how she was going to dominate at the Pay Per View and how talented she was. She never took anything the fans said get to her head, to them; she was on top of the world as a WIW superstar, a celebrity, someone they looked forward to seeing and someone they supported, at least, most of them. As Sara busily signed autographs and quickly snapped pictures in the lobby, she was unaware of the funny feeling in which she had received earlier at the arena, really meant something. It truly had significance other than the fact that she hadn’t been eating well lately. As she finished up the last bit of autographs and pictures it was only then that one of the members of the staff managed to get over and tap her on her shoulder. She twirled around and instinctively went out to grab anything that a fan would want to sign but instead it was only the woman who worked at the front desk. She had a look of sincere concern on her face as if she was upset with having to tell Sara what she had to tell her. Sara gave an equally concerning look back and she could hear a few people come up behind her, fans looking for autographs and pictures.

Rebecca Peters\\Works At The Counter//: Mrs. Calaway?

Sara nodded and everything slowly went down a volume as if everyone suddenly realized the severity of the situation, either that or they were interested in the information being shared. Taker looked up from signing autographs to see the woman and Sara, finished up the autograph and came over.

Rebecca Peters\\Works At The Counter//: We received notice that your mother…

There wasn’t any more that needed to be said, immediately Sara started shaking and nearly fell to the ground, but thankfully before she did so, her husband caught her. The woman paused slightly and put a hand to her heart, knowing that she needed to speak, that she needed to tell Sara what she had been ordered to tell.

Rebecca Peters\\Works At The Counter//: She’s fine, but she fell at her house and unfortunately fractured her hip. She was lucky enough for a neighbor to come by and call the ambulance.

Sara nodded, trying to get the tears to stop, being still needing to be held up by her husband. She looked up at him…

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: We need to get to the hospital.

He nodded briefly and before long they were set for the airport. After a few phone calls they made sure they would be back in time for the next Fusion event…at least Taker would.

S C E N E T H R E E-Y o u D o N o t G I v e U p O n M e

Our scene quickly cuts to the view of Sara Calaway rushing into a hospital in Los Angeles California, not too far to where she had grown up. Her eyes are red from tears of worry and dark shadows are painted underneath of her eyes due to her fatigue. Her husband quickly jogs after her as she basically sprints into the hospital, both of them getting the attention of people despite it being so late in the hospital at night. Sara hurries to get the room number of her mother and before long is on the move again, headed to the elevator and hurrying inside, having to keep the door open for Taker as he ducks his head to get inside as the doors close behind him. Sara couldn’t help to be sitting still too long and slowly paces in the elevator.

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Sara, everything’s fine, your mother’s just fine.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I’ve heard of the side effects Mark, this is the absolute WORSE time that this could possibly happen. I don’t need the extra stress on my shoulders…not now!

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: There would never be a good time for this…

She nearly breaks down once again but she keeps herself strong as the elevator door opens to their floor, causing her to once again break for the move and step outside into the hallway. For being so late at night, the hotel was still busy with people going back and forth, and the same hospital smell was still there. There was an eerie aura of the place as she hurried to attempt to find her mother’s room number. The whole place was a maze of hallways and nothing more, it took a good ten minutes to finally arrive at the door. She had been given a key at the desk and she paused at the door, not to wait for her husband to catch up because he was right behind her, grabbing onto her hand for support.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I don’t want to see her like this…she’s always been so strong…

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: She needs you Sara.

A single tear rolled out of her right eye and slid down her cheek to fall into her shirt, in which she had been wearing at the arena. Slowly she stuck in the car key and pulled it out, allowing the door to slowly come forward and to have a view of the room inside. Hesitantly she walked in, keeping the door open for her husband and he shuffled in behind her. There she was, her mother, lying lifeless on the bed with her eyes shut in hopes of dreams. Next to her was another old woman, a few years younger, if not the same age as Sara’s mother herself. Sara looked with question at the other woman who got up out of her chair at their arrival.

Margaret Stanford\\What A Neighbor Should Be//: Are you Sara?

Sara nodded slowly and moved forward, her eyes not shifting from her mother’s body lying on the bed.

Margaret Stanford\\What A Neighbor Should Be//: I’m glad you got my message…it took you two long enough to get here. I’m Margaret Stanford, your mother’s neighbor.

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: I’m her husband, Mark.

He moved forward and shook her hand while saying this and rubbed his wife’s arm and continuing to hold onto her hand tightly.

Sara sat down on the bed opposite the side of Margaret and brought her other hand to her mother’s displayed on top of the covers, an IV stuck into her vein.

Margaret Stanford\\What A Neighbor Should Be//: She went through surgery…they’ll tell you more I’m sure.

Sara nodded and held tightly onto her husband’s h and as if he was giving her the courage to sit there with her mother lying on the bed, just sleeping.

Margaret Stanford\\What A Neighbor Should Be//: She was in a lot of pain, but the surgery was a total success….

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: When did this happen?

Margaret Stanford\\What A Neighbor Should Be//: In the afternoon today…

Sara shook her head, why hadn’t she been told sooner? She had been standing in that hotel for a good hour or so just signing autographs, and her mother was here, most likely awake, waiting for her to come through the door.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: She made the decision to have surgery all on her own…I wasn’t there to help her through this…I’m so selfish.

The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Baby this was an accident; it had nothing to do with you.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: It just feels like I could have done something more, like I could have prevented this. If I was home, instead of being on the road…I could have prevented this pain. She could have been in her house for hours, not being able to get up…

Margaret Stanford\\What A Neighbor Should Be//: Darlin’ it was gonna happen either way. Be thankful that she’s okay, and please don’t blame yourself. Now I’m going to grab myself a coffee and I’ll be back in a few minutes.

Sara nodded but she was only half listening to the woman who moved to the door at that moment and instead was just lost in the view of her mother lying there, her eyes closed and breathing in with the help of a machine nearby.

Sara put her head on the bed and closed her eyes, only to feel a warm hand on the back of her head and warm fingers running through her hair.

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: What’s the matter baby girl?

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Mom…how are you feeling? Do you hurt?

Sara brought her hand up to her mothers and looked into her eyes.

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: Little sore, better than I was before. Did you do well in wrestling? Afraid I miss it…

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: It’s not about me mom, it’s about you…are you sure nothing hurts? Can I get a nurse for you?

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: No, no, they’ll just find another reason to poke me with needles.

Her mother smirked slightly and took in a deep breath.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I’ll stay with you, I’ll go home with you, I’ll watch over you. You’re going to be having to do a lot of physical therapy. Mom, I’ll be there for you the whole way, we’re going to get through this.

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: Sara…that’s out of the question.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Out of the question? Mom you need help to get through this.

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: I will be fine Sara. I will be absolutely fine. You have a match coming up, I know you do.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: It’s not important.

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: It’s for your title hun…it means a lot Sara. Don’t deny that.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: You’r more important…it’s a triple threat…I don’t even know if I can do it.

There was a pause between the two of them momentarily, Sara’s husband watching on during this brief moment .

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: Look at me Sara…

Sara brought her eyes up to her mother as she was told.

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: You do not give up on me you hear? You are a champion at heart, and champion in your wrestling. This minor mishap that’s happening with me, shouldn’t affect your future, especially your career. I’ll be fine, Margaret and myself are going to work on things, plus, I do believe I can get an at home nurse. I refuse to let you stop wrestling for me Sara. I refuse to let you to do anything else but to try and most importantly to keep your title around your waist.

Sara nodded slowly and gripped her mother’s hand.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: As long as you don’t give up me either with this, I’m going to call you every day, every day! No matter what to see how you are and you’re going to be wonderful. Okay?

Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sara smiles gently and the scene slowly fades away as Taker comes forward and places a hand on Sara’s shoulder, all three of them at a pleasant place, and that evening that which had been a complete blur, and to Sara’s mother whose whole day had been a nightmare was finally beginning to slow down and be somewhat enjoyable.

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