It was a fact that winning the championship was Sara Calaway’s first burst out into the open and it had meant big things, but now that she was on her path for the title yet again, it appeared to be that the belt had formed her into a superstar of her own, that even without the belt she was a popular diva among the rest, and not just another face in the crowd anymore but still a powerful force nonetheless. These facts that people still loved her, was surely an uplifting feeling and Sara needed such a feeling more than anything. The feeling that dampened her usual positive personality was not the fact that she had lost her title but more of the fact that she had let her fans down, specifically her mother who she had dedicated such the match to. Sara had figured the evening following World War was too much of an emotional time for herself to be talking to her mother about it, that, and she had figured it would have been too late in the evening anyway. But the day after in the hotel Sara Calaway sat in the lobby due to the fact she knew her husband hadn’t had a good night of sleep and could do with some. She sat in the main lobby, one of her good friends and newly acquired managers Tracy Heck sitting beside her and sipping on a cup of orange juice. With a cell phone stuck to her ear Sara did her best to listen to the other end of the phone that was ringing heavily, just waiting to be answered. Within a quick second the phone was picked up and the weak voice of Sara’s mother could be heard on the other side.

There was a slight pause as if Sara was anticipating the match to be brought up, but it wasn’t.

Sara nodded and smiled to show her happiness to hear that she was doing good.

Sara snapped her mouth shut as her mother said such words and Tracy gave her a slight look of worry as she took another sip of her juice.

With that Sara shut her cell phone off and stuck it in her pocket to look at Tracy who was flirting with some guy who had caught her attention. Sara cleared her throat and had to kick her in the shin to get her attention.

The man she had been talking to saw the opportunity and crouched down, placing a hand on her shin and smiling up at her with a thousand dollar smile that made Tracy melt on the spot.

Tracy smirked as she nodded but Sara, not impressed, rolled her eyes, getting to her feet and going to the computer desk that was situated at the far end of the lobby. Sara clicked with the mouse on the screen, bringing up Jazz’s credentials which Sara found to be plenty to her name. Sara tilted her head and nodding in her surprise and her astonishment, impressed with her abilities. But Sara herself had been in the ring with five star and top performers so she wasn’t intimidated, she was trained by a top performer The Undertaker for heaven’s sake, one little competitor wasn’t going to get her trembling. Even if it was Jazz. She typed heavily on the computer, bringing up pictures of her opponent for Fusion only to feel a knock on the back of her chair.

Sara, not recognizing the voice, turned her head around to see two blonde men standing behind her, smiling brightly as she turned around. She recognized the two men then as Billy and Chuck WiW’s newest tag team.

Sara smirked and put out her hand to shake both of their hands, they seemed nice enough.

The two of them looked at each other in question as if they should be speaking with Sara due to such a fact but continued on with the conversation anyway, eyeing her considerably. Sara caught the two of them catching glances at her and only shook her head.

Billy leaned over the back of the chair and looked on the screen.

Sara nodded and smiled.

The two nodded in agreement and agreed to never say such a thing again, especially in front of their manager.

Sara shook her head at the two of them and both men admired her sitting there until they heard someone clear their throat from behind them.

The two of them stepped aside and watched as Taker moved forward bringing his arms around Sara’s neck and she laughed in surprise to see him there.

He brought his hand to the screen and shut it off.

Sara looked over to see Tracy sitting on the lap of the man that had come over when she had kicked her.

She looked up and gave a confused look, as if not to bug her but Sara moved over to her anyway, in result Billy and Chuck swarming the computer.

And she listened and got out of the seat, following Sara and her husband out of the main lobby to the rental car in the front…to a land of fun?

Tracy\\A Promising Future//: You drug me off of that GORGEOUS man’s lap…for this? FOR THIS?

All three WiW superstars, two in reality or television time and one in training stood on the mini golf course in the mid afternoon, the hills rising and falling and all three of them looking ridiculous. Each one had mini clubs in their hand and their own picked out colored balls to maneuver into the holes. Sara giggled loudly, putt-putt golf had been a particular fun game that Sara enjoyed and to lean back and be able to do it again like she did when she was younger was fun. Not knowing the course she looked out ahead to the holes and did her best to get there.

Tracy gave her a sinister look and hit her ball to slowly roll towards the hole and to round away from it, refusing to go in. Mark moved forward, grinning from ear to ear and gently hitting it in to make it under par by one. Tracy gave an aggravated tone as Sara and her husband watched in humor as Tracy went over par a good three or four strokes.

Tracy rolled her eyes and followed obediently to the next hole which she failed at miserably and the married couple seemed to excel at.

They both shook their heads no and Tracy huffed in annoyance.

Mark moved forward and with ease his black mini golf ball sunk into the hole…a hole in one. Tracy watched in admiration as he moved onto the next hole.

Tracy nodded, not extremely enthused as she was getting further and further behind in the game ahead.

Sara looked up at Tracy as she slowly took a small swipe at the ball, slowly moving and dropping in the hole…a hole in one.

But through the sounds of the small pond with a fountain Sara could make out one of her most recent favorite songs pounding on the speakers…

Sara moved forward, sliding a bit in a dancing fashion, clapping her hands together and singing to herself as Tracy took her put and nearly made it in on her first shot. Who would think that the former Woman’s Champion that had just lost her title would be so positive?v

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Tracy here…just don’t be so tense…don’t worry about making it so much…

Tracy rolled her eyes but tried to do what her new put-put mentor told her, loosening up just slightly and hitting it awkwardly to have it slowly ease towards the hole, miss again however, and roll towards the pond, maneuvering its way through the rocks and clunking in the water. Sara laughed hysterically and looked to not even be able to see the water through the horribly maintenance water.

Sara\\The Center of This Story//: Better get that Tracy…

Sara peered over the water, seeing it out of reach.

She gave a bright smile in the direction of her husband who had been waiting for them at the next hole.

Both women nodded as he walked over, going on his knees to dig in the water with his hand, Tracy seeing the perfect opportunity to get back at them for making her come out of the hotel. With one quick push in he went…water splashing everywhere, Sara with resistance had anticipated the push but her foot got caught on one of the rocks and fell in too. There was a brief moment of only laughter from Tracy as Mark and Sara sat, drenched in the horrible feeling water. They moaned and got up; smirking too at seeing themselves completely drenched and the scene slowly fades both of them shaking their head and splashing Tracy.