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The fan favorite and ever so popular Fusion diva Sara Calaway had been put through an emotional roller coaster for a good few days. After receiving information of her mother receiving a fractured hip, her mother was the only thing that was possibly in her mind. It was the first thing she thought about when she opened her eyes in the morning and the last thing she thought about when she went to bed. The doctors had insisted of her mother to say in the hospital for a good week, a week that Sara didn’t have. She could only stay at the hospital for a few days due to the fact that she had to be out for the Pay Per View Event which was on the 29th on July. The Pay Per View was crucial for her due to the fact that her championship belt was going to be on the line. Her very mother was forcing her to go, her neighbor, and good friend Margaret would watch over her and make sure she was doing fine with her therapy at home. An at home nurse was going to be paid for while Sara was focusing at her job, everything was going to be fine, even if the doctors had told Sara otherwise.
Doctor Ray\\Special In His Field//: Due to health problems and changes in lifestyle, one in four cases like this result in death Mrs. Calaway.
Sara had tried to block it out the best she could, and try to think positive but nothing seemed like it could be positive in her light. She looked at her mother with a strong face, just as strong as it was looking back at her. Just like her mother was fighting through this, she was going to fight through her title defense…in the honor and name of the woman who had raised her through all of those years. The question before had been if she was going to retain her title at World War. The question was, would she be able to overcome two women that had the thirst and their eye on the prize of the Woman’s Title? Would Sara be able to battle through the smoke and keep her gold on her shoulder? Before it was a hesitant nod, or maybe not even an answer at all. But the answer is simple today as Sara Calaway stands outside the hospital and heads out to the arena for her title defense. As she walks with a tormented look glistening in her eyes. Would she be able to defend and retain? Yes.
The scene opens to the same hospital room in which we left our champion last time. She is still hunched over on the bed but it appears to have been a good selective days since the last time we saw the two. Sara looks to have gotten a tad of sleep she still looks just as worried as she did the last time we saw her. She holds onto her mother’s hand and smirks as her mother speaks.
Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: Now you kick some diva rear-end you hear?
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Yes mom.
Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: And you bring that Woman’s Title back to me, I always liked looking at that thing. I’m proud of you baby girl.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Thanks, but you have to be strong with this, if you need anything at all I’ll be here in a heartbeat no matter what. No matter what. Even if it’s in the middle of a match, I’ll get out of the ring and forfeit, you’re more important.
Her mother smirked slightly and kiss her daughter’s hand, reaching out for a hug and bringing her daughter close.
Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: I’ll be sitting right here in this bed, and I’ll be watching you win. I’ll watch you do your thing.
Sara nodded and Sara slowly bent over to pick up her bag on the floor.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: It’s all for you.
Sara kissed her mother on the cheek and slowly moved to the door, not looking back until she got the door.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I love you.
Mom\\Responsible For The Creation//: I love you too.
With that Sara had to force herself to go out into the hallway and close the door behind her. Her heart ached for her to have to leave her mother at such a state but she did what she had to do, and what her mother said was best. Taker had already left out a few days before due to what WiW had planned for him and she quickly pulled out her cell phone to tell him she was heading out from the hospital and going to the city where the Pay Per View was going to be. She stuck her phone to her ear and listened to it ring, only to pick up his answering machine on the other end of the line.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Hey hun, this is Sara.
She paused for a moment and saw a taxi nearby waiting, signaling for them to wait for a moment. She hurried after with her bags that she had brought from her hotel and the taxi man, seeing that she was on the phone, got her bags and put them in the back of the truck, allowing her to get inside.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Just telling you that I’m heading out to the airport and then to the arena. I’ll be there in a few hours, look out for me. As for my ma, she’s okay. Doctors told me that she might not get through this though. It worries me a lot…a whole lot. I gotta be strong for her because she doesn’t have anything else, anyone else to look at for strength and hope. But I just can’t look at her and think what if she doesn’t make it through this? What will happen if she’s not there anymore? I don’t know Mark, I just don’t know if I could go on if anything like that happens and I could help her.
She took a seat in the taxi cab and the driver got in at the driver’s seat.
Ted\\The Driver//: Where am I taking ya lady?
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Airport please.
He nodded slowly and pulled out onto the road as Sara finished the message.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I just don’t know if wrestling is worth losing time with my mother forever. I’ll see you when I get there…love ya.
With that she shut off the phone and looked out the window, the tears starting to pick up again but she didn’t allow them to take control of her. Instead she wiped them with her finger and watched the world go by.
Ted\\The Driver//: You don’t sound too happy miss.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: No I’m having some trouble in my life right now.
Ted\\The Driver//: Sorry to hear that miss, I hear my fair share of sad stories picking up from the hospital.
Sara nodded and wipes her eyes from the tears.
Ted\\The Driver//: But hopefully the airport will get you to someplace happier.
He looked up into the mirror and looked back up again for a second look at her, as if he knew her, but kept silent for the rest of the trip to the airport. Eventually they pulled up to the drop off and the man quickly got out and got her, her bag. Sara got out on the walkway and she pulled out the money.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Here you go…
Ted\\The Driver//: No, it’s okay….you keep it.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: No really…take it…please.
Ted\\The Driver//: Okay…but only to buy the Pay Per View on Sunday, to see you walk out with your championship.
Sara looked up at him slightly shocked, he hadn’t acted like a fan at all but now it broke through. She smirked in response and nodded.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I’ll do my best.
He nodded and patted her on her shoulder before turning and heading back to the car. Sara waved to him as he disappeared into the traffic, getting her bags and heading to catch her plane.
S C E N E T W O- W a s I t T h a t D I f f I c u l t?-
The scene slowly opens to the outside of an arena, specifically, the H.P Pavillion in San Joes California. That night, Sara’s title would be on the line, it was quite possibly the most risky matches regarding her title that Sara had ever had. Mainly there were singles matches, these matches where there would only be one woman after her, but now, there were two, two that wanted to take control, two who wanted to grab at the opportunity. That evening, she would be getting into the ring, she would stare down two other opponents and she would be going into another zone, entirely. Whether she knew it or not, there was something inside of Sara Calaway that would erupt that would be shown only minutes from the time in which she arrived at the arena. She pulled out her bags and went through the back entrance, trying to get a glimpse of her husband. Before she did anything she headed for the locker room, getting a few stares from others and even viewer greetings. In a few minutes she made it to her husband’s locker room. She preferred to stay with him other than anyone else, especially any other diva in which she had to face in the ring anyway. She struggled with the knob before pushing the door in to find an empty room, but with his bags next to the wall. She left her bags there and saw a small note on the table.
Meet me in the ring
It was clearly written in his hand writing and she nodded slowly, changing into her ring clothes and stumbling her way through the hallways to finally make it out to the ring to see her husband arguing with a few wrestlers who wanted the ring.
Noobish Wrestler\\No TV Time//: You’ve been hogging the ring for a good hour Taker!
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Uh huh is that a problem boy? Get lost.
The few who were there only looked up in annoyance and looked to see Sara approaching the ring. Taker looked up to see her and smirked in a cocky fashion. He too was dressed in his ring attire and he put his hands up in fists to his face. Sara got into the ring and in a depressed fashion leaned against the turnbuckles.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: What are you doin’ Mark?
Noobish Wrestler\\No TV Time//: MARK? She called you Mark?
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: She did, you can’t. She’s above you.
He brought his eyes back to Sara again, and kept his hands up and approached, throwing a punch just to the side of her face, gently gracing her face.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Come on Sara…bring it.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I’m not in the mood Mark.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Not in the mood?
He grabbed her by the wrist and brought her out from the turnbuckles with no fight from her.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Come on Sara? Are you going to enter the ring like that tonight when you’re gold is on the line? When you’re out there with two other women who want that? You’re going to stand there limp like that? No, I won’t let you.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: You won’t let me?
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: No, I won’t. Now take me down.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Mark, I can’t take you down.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: TAKE ME DOWN.
Noobish Wrestler\\No TV Time//: Hell I’ll take him down just do it.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: I’d like to see you try, just shut up!
Taker smirked and he chuckled slightly and nodded in agreement, turning slightly in the direction of the others watching. He pointed out to them.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: After I’m done with this I’ll show you guys what it feels like to get an ass kicking, so GET OUTTA HERE.
All of them only smirked and pointed behind Taker and he slowly revolved around and before he could act in came Sara, flying through the air with a cross body. She hit him hard, enough to knock the wind out of him and to send them both crashing to the ground. However he managed to get enough momentum to get on top of her again. He pinned her to the ground.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: What are you going to do tonight when it seems impossible to kick out of a pin, impossible to go on?
His weight was impossible to get off of her and she only looked into his eyes in question…what was she supposed to do? She could feel the others around beginning to watch; even the technicians were beginning to watch. With one quick movement she grabbed his arm and brought her legs up to maneuver a triangle choke. This brought a few selective people from the spectators to clap loudly and Sara smirked only to tighten the hold. Within a few moments there was almost no movement and Sara immediately let up….getting off and rolling him over for the pin. All spectators counted and hit the apron hard….ONE-TWO!!!!!!!!
His arm soared off the apron and he got to his feet, getting her in a bear hug and bringing her off her feet. He dabbed a kiss and let her go to her feet before raising her arm and pointing to her, the whole audience that had managed to gather around clapping for her.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: See was it that difficult?
She smirked slightly and shook her head no.
Noobish Wrestler\\No TV Time//: CAN WE HAVE THE RING NOW?
Sara moved her attention to few wrestlers who have been giving her husband a tough time and gave them a disgusted look.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Look you guys aren’t going to make it anywhere in this business if you keep acting like that. No matter how much ring time you get. Because the fact is punks…right now…and probably forever…I’ve got more shower time than you got television time. So don’t mess with me.
Taker gave them an equally threatening look and rolled out of the ring before Sara who did the same. But she’d be returning that night, she’d be returning to engage in battle with two other divas…Melina Perez and Jazz.
S C E N E T H R E E- T a k e A L o o k
Our next display comes to a completely dark room. There is absolutely not a speck of light in the room at all whatsoever and then suddenly there are three or four lights turned on instantly to reveal Sara Calaway, standing solo with the WiW Title on her shoulder. Her eyes are glued to the ground as if it has some kind of trance over her and the camera slowly zooms in to just get the upper half of her body. If one looked close enough they could see the fatigue over her facial features, how she hadn’t been able to sleep, how she hadn’t been able to focus like the others. Slowly she raises her eyes to the camera and is then in which a shiver would run up your spine…it was something different, something that hadn’t been seen from Sara Calaway before. She stares into the camera for a few moments before slapping the gold on her shoulder.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: TAKE A GOOD LOOK!
She yells this into the camera, a strand of hair falling out of place and into her eyes.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Tonight, at World War, is a night that I’ve been anticipating for quite a while now. Tonight is a night that has come way too quickly and I really would have liked to prepare more for what I’m going to be up against. As you all very well know I’m going to be going against two other women, one of which who I have fought before and another who is totally foreign to me, insanely new. But before I go on let me say how surprised I am to see this insanely new diva competing in such a match. Quite frankly, I thought that it would be ‘the vampiress’ Ariel who was going to try to get her first victory over me. But no, instead we have a diva who I think personally hasn’t even gained her own footing yet. Does she even know what she’s getting herself into? Does this girl know that she’s getting into the ring with the current WIW Woman’s Champion and a former WiW Woman’s Champion. I may not get along with Melina, but I assure you we’re not going to let a rookie come in and win the title. However, I say good luck to you Jazz. I say good luck to you because this is the ultimate opportunity. I’m going to do anything in my power to prevent you and Melina from getting my title…but this is your opportunity to show the world that you’re supposed to be in this match, THAT YOU’RE WORTH IT! You were just STUCK in this opportunity, you were the last woman that had at least some credentials. Do it Jazz, show me, show Melina, show everyone that you can do it. Go ahead.
Sara grips the title a little bit more and nods slowly as if she’s thinking of the person that she was going to be talking about next.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Melina Perez. Girl we’ve had out runs in. The most recent being when you managed to beat me on Fusion a few weeks back. That was classic let me assure you and it won’t happen again, especially not this time when my title’s on the line. You may claim Melina that you want this more than anyone, you may claim that you’re amazing, that you’re ‘A-list’ material, that you deserve this more than anyone. But that’s total and utter crap. I’ve beaten you before Melina, I’ve held this title just like you have and just as many times. Melina I realize you are the threat in my match, you are the one I have to watch constantly, and I don’t have a problem with that. But you have to realize that I’m coming for you and nothing is going to stop me from beating the holy hell out of you if I feel that’s what I want. In this business you cannot guarantee victories, but I can guarantee like I always have a hell of a show, and tonight, I’m going to guarantee a hell of a fight. MELINA AND JAZZ, SARA CALAWAY THE WIW WOMAN’S CHAMP is going to step into that ring with gold around her waist and no matter if I leave with or without it, I promise that both of you will be experiencing the most painful and stressful match of your careers. No matter what. I dedicate this match to my mother, my family, my husband, anyone who has believed in me and has watched me; I won’t let you down.
With that Sara gives a small smirk and a nod before walking off screen, the view then goes to a slight blur and then disappears.
END OF ROLEPLAY