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World War 2007
July 29, 2007
All eyes were glued on the ring; everyone engulfed in the battle of the most powerful and star studded divas on the face of wrestling and the WiW altogether. One of the best matches of the evening was taking place and yet even if there were yells and cheers for herself and her opponents Sara Calaway was in the zone. She could not hear the cries that were uttered by the thousands surrounding the ring or any of the distractions at all that were situated around her doing their absolute best to gain her attention and hold it just enough to make her lose her focus. From the moment she had walked out onto the stage of that arena and saw the bursting colors of the fans and their energies she had indulged her own self in the feeling of competition and at that moment was still plunging deeper into it. Each time that she was shot down by either Jazz or Melina she tried again and again, coming back and back again, refusing to stay down for anything. But in one single moment, one single second it was all over but the events that lead up to it felt like an eternity.
After such a well fought match up was nearing its end Sara could feel her opponents slowly winding down in their abilities and she just need the most opportune moment to snap and take control. As she gained her composure in the ring moments before from a slingshot elbow and Melina was thrown out of the ring against her will only to be followed by Jazz. Meanwhile at such a time, Sara slowly made it to her feet and as if betrayed by the one in which she loved, her heart sunk to her stomach as she saw Lana Starr Mcmahon slowly making it into the ring. With extra support needed, her legs buckled and she held onto the rope for support and without further ado Lana Starr made into the ring to assist her up, only deliver a hellacious slap in which Sara had been too dazed to prepare for. However being able to keep her composure long enough to stand on her feet the woman’s champion was knocked out of the ring, falling through the ropes and figuratively falling away from her championship.
There she was lying on the floor as the sound of Jazz and Melina rolling back into the ring brought her to life. With all the energy she could muster her hand reached up to the apron to grab onto the bottom rope, with every life force in her body pulling herself up to look underneath the bottom rope to see Jazz overtop Melina, with the referee in the perfect position. “Go Sara go!” Sara could hear the small girl behind her cheering her on, almost crying with anticipation and hope that Sara had enough energy left in her soul to get into the ring and break the count. But it was too late and anyone who had been watching in behalf of Sara Calaway took in a gentle gasp of air in shock and humiliation and the whole world froze…
….No….
From the young girl in the front row yelling her name with tears beginning to develop, holding tightly to her small Undertaker bear, to a Merchandise Vendor who had snuck out of his position to peer behind the curtains who had lost his bet just then, or Sara Calaway’s very own mother still sitting in the hospital bed, holding her head firm with pride for her daughter and gripping the side of the bed tightly with anger for the woman who had just ruined her daughter’s title reign. But the person whose heart dropped the most, who took in the most breath of air, who wanted to hide in shadows was no other than Sara Calaway herself who lost grip of the bottom rope and fell down the black mat outside with a loud ‘smack’ only to hear the pulsing music of Jazz thunder through the speakers making it all that much more real. She lay there for only a few more moments until finally the music cut off and the sound of the announcer’s nearby reliving the event for her on their television monitors loud and clear. The words were muddled but the realization that Lana Starr Mcmahon had made her lose her title was quite real, as her screeching voice blasted through the speakers and her own words were difficult to understand. But as she got up again and a devastating superkick connected to her head she only fell down again, her eyes shutting and her whole body having to be carried out of the ring.
The scene slowly opens to a small medical examination room which is decently empty other than a woman lying on the bed, and a man hunched on a chair in the corner, evidently tired from a match of his own and working on little sleep as it was. As the camera slowly zooms in it is revealed to be none other than Sara Calaway lying limply on the bed, her hair unraveled out on the table headrest and her skinny frame fitting perfectly on the bed as if made for her. The man leaning against the wall is The Undertaker who had a night nearly as terrible. A lost was put on his shoulders that evening sadly and he had lost it for his team, but being that he was one of the first men who had entered that particular match that evening it was acceptable for him. Sitting with his back straight against the wall he let his eyes fall to her body, shaking his head slightly in worry. She had been out since the superkick delivered by Lana and he had seen it, and it hadn’t been pleasant. He was sure she had no idea where she was or the fact that she had lost her title had even kicked in yet, that she was no longer the WiW Woman’s Champion.
As if his thoughts and worries had been cast out into the open instead of his own mind she began to stir and he moved to his feet to lean over her and try to get her to respond.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Sara, you okay? Wake up hun, can you hear me?
He grabbed onto her hand and stroked it gently with his thumb, tired a bloodshot eyes looking into her slowly peeling open ones, drowsy and naïve, not aware of her current status in her career.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Mark…what…?
She groaned loudly and closed her eyes to prevent the world from spinning and she opened them again only to try and sit up, doing so with some difficulty she leaned up on him and groaned once again.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: It’s gone…isn’t it?
He looked down her in a surprised fashion, surprised in the fact that she had remembered what had happened, what was going on, what was happening to her at all.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Yea…it is.
She nodded slowly and pulled away from him slightly, looking up in his eyes in which she could clearly see the fatigue in.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Was I pinned?
He shook his head no and reached into his back pocket to pull out a small DVD in a container.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: I got a copy for ya, I knew you’d be asking questions.
Sara smiled and nodded, raising the tape slightly kissing him gently on the cheek.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: How long was I out?
She gently picked herself up and hopped down off the table, getting some leverage from her husband who grabbed onto her forearm.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Since Lana hit you the second time…
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: LANA?
Sara paused for a second and stared down at the ground, feeling instantly where the superkick had connected on the side of her face and she nodded remembering instantly that I hadn’t been her faults that had cost her the matchup; it had been none other than Lana Starr Mcmahon costing her, her title.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Lana….right.
Our scene slowly fades as Sara and her husband make it out of the examination room and ultimately out into the parking lot with Sara looking back at the arena and then to her shoulder in which was empty…her stomach….which was empty and was lacking of the gold in which she had left behind. As Mark held the door open for her she didn’t move for a few seconds and chuckled to herself in her own state of mind, how she could get her title back, but first, it was Lana Starr Mcmahon’s misfortune ahead.
S C E N E T W O- M y F i r e
The very instant they got to the hotel Sara had plopped the diva into the diva player and had watched that for a few good hours. As her husband had difficulty sleeping next to her and complained and pleaded for her to turn it off, she ignored her and hit him slightly in her eyes he was just not trying hard enough to sleep anyway. Each time she saw Lana Starr Mcmahon come through the curtain, with that look on her face that she was so confident with herself, that she knew exactly what she was doing and she knew what was going to happen. There was not a look of worry in her eyes that her plan was going to fall through, there was no doubt in her mind at that moment that Sara was going to leave that arena without the Championship, her confidence was extreme. It had flowed so perfectly as if everything had been planned out and before long Sara was once again out by the ropes this time around watching in distress as her title was swept away from her in a matter of seconds only to feel the pain and heartbreak of another superkick. Each time it was more painful than the next and each time she would hang her head in despair. It was two in the morning when she heard a knock at the door from the hallway. At that point her husband was at a point where the television wasn’t keeping him up and she strolled over to peep her eye into the hole to see Tracy standing and waiting patiently. Tracy, being an upcoming diva in the WiW was getting some experience from Sara, a fan herself, making a webpage that was fairly popular for Sara herself. Sara slowly opened the door and smiled only to have Tracy move forward and wrap her arms around Sara’s neck in a hug.
Tracy\\Promising Future//: Sara I’m sooo soooo sorry.
Sara smiled lightly, falling into the hug for a moment and then pulling away to let her in.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: It had to happen sometime…
Tracy\\Promising Future//: NOT LIKE IT DID! Oh my god, who does Lana think she is?
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: She thinks she’s Lana Starr Mcmahon…and I think she’d be right about that…
Tracy\\Promising Future//: Well Lana Starr Mcmahon or not, she can’t just waltz into any match she wants especially a WOMAN’S TITLE MATCH AND RUIN IT!!! Especially from someone who works as hard as you…
Just then the rising shadow from behind Sara came forward, and grunted very loudly.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Hi Tracy…
He said this in an extremely groggy tone, eyes squeamish to any light especially the television which was still playing the DVD with the A-B button covering the whole match. He turned into the bathroom and shut the door.
Tracy covered her hand with her mouth and gave a worried look.
Tracy\\Promising Future//: Oh my god I didn’t wake him did I…I didn’t interrupt anything did I?
Sara laughed slightly and shook her head no, falling on the bed and pointing at the screen.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: No, no, I’ve just been focusing on the match…just watching it over and over again. I find it funny actually.
Tracy\\Promising Future//: You find…what…funny?
Tracy came into the room and sat on one of the chair next to the television.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: That she had to come out to get anything done, that she never had the balls to take me on when I was ready and one hundred percent. That in order to get the belt off of me at all she had to get other divas in there with me first and then she had to intervene. It’s hilarious.
Tracy was speechless and only gave a worried look in the direction of Sara, who’s face illuminated with the light of the television and the reflection beaming off her eyes. The face of Lana Starr Mcmahon bounced off of Sara’s eyes with a sinister smile to match the continuous glare.
Tracy\\Promising Future//: What are you going to do?
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: When I do it, everyone will know. You’ll see…
As she said this the bathroom door opened and out came her husband again, flopping on the bed and attempting to fall asleep again.
Tracy\\Promising Future//: You can’t even give me a hint?
Tracy did her best to keep her voice low, in hopes of not waking the sleeping giant that seemingly Sara could care less about when it came to waking him or keeping him up.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Nothing…
Tracy\\Promising Future//: Well…for the sake of your website…can I at least ask what you’re planning for Jazz next Fusion?
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Damn they put that card up fast don’t they?
Tracy nodded in response and Sara looked at the television to see just behind Lana Starr, Jazz. Celebrating with her title around with her newly one piece of gold around her waist.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Jazz didn’t beat me Tracy…she beat Melina Perez. She didn’t pin me…she didn’t take me out…simple as that. Jazz was not the reason I lost that title…it was Lana. Jazz may be a fierce competitor and I may have said a few things that pissed her off…that she was a newbie…a rookie…and I never said that I wasn’t just like her. I’m BASCIALLY just starting off now, and Jazz may have had a few things in the past…some dedication, a few bitchy things to say and supposedly be able to back up those things…well it seems that the underdog did the impossible at the Pay Per View, and quite honestly she’s going to see what I can do come Fusion when no one else is in the ring to screw things up.
Tracy\\Promising Future//: What about Lana? She might come down…
Sara smirked slightly as yet again the superkick went to Sara’s head on the screen ahead of them.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Yea…what about Lana? Well since I don’t have my title to lose now, there’s really nothing holding me back now is there…you know from beating a hole into her face. Other than getting fired, but I think…
She motioned her head to her sleep husband who turned over and covered his head with a pillow to hide the light from the television.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Can help me keep it. Lana…is supposedly now a competitor, and as a competitor…she should know she’s putting herself into the line of fire….my fire and the wife of Shane Mcmahon or not…I’m not going to have any remorse.
Tracy smirked and nodded, looking at the screen herself and nodding.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: And if Lana…MAYBE…by any chance doesn’t come to the ring and maybe doesn’t confront me, which is most likely because she’s scared…I’m sure Jazz will feel exactly what Lana will feel eventually. I’ll be able to release some of my anger…that I know is just dying to come out.
The Undertaker\\This Is His Yard//: Honey…it’s almost three in morning…can we please talk about Lana and everything…tomorrow sometime, when I’m not trying to sleep?
Sara smiled and rubbed her hand through his hair and nodded.
Sara\\The Center of This Story//: You can stay the night if you want Tracy, but I’m going to get some sleep.
Tracy nodded and got comfortable in the chair she was in, as once again a superkick was laid to Sara and Lana Starr Mcmahon stood tall. Sara knew it was only a matter of time before she would be standing over Lana to show Lana exactly what she was made of.
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