The scene opens up to the backstage parking lot of Meltdown in London. Two figures are seen slowly walking side by side toward one of the rental cars parked clustered on the other side of the lot.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Seriously…that was not how it was supposed to turn out.

The man with her, throwing his luggage into the back of the car and returning the driver’s side gives her a questionable look. The man, just so happens to be a victorious member of the Meltdown roster, superstar The Undertaker.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I wasn’t even supposed to be on camera, I wanted to make a surprise outta this yanno, maybe pop in at Mania…maybe just appear on Meltdown?

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What does it matter Sara? Fact is: your back and you’re gonna be thrown into action on Meltdown again. Be thankful you’re back on the show at all.

Sara rolls her eyes and jumps into the truck, slamming the door much harder than she should have. Taker joins her and gets into the driver’s seat, closing his door and starting up the engine.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Dawn Marie has no clue of who I am; that I’m a former Woman’s Champion, that I’ve teamed with Trish Stratus and I’ve beaten the odds before.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Last time I checked I was around when you did all of these things, don’t need to tell them to me babe.

Slowly the truck pulls out of the parking spot and makes its way toward the exit.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m not where I was anymore…

Silence fills the car, except for the hum of the engine.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What are you talking about?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m not the Champion I was, I haven’t been in the ring for what feels like forever, I haven’t had to push and fight for what I want…

She trails off and looks out the window as they pull out onto the crowded late night city streets.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Have I gotten soft!? There’s no way in hell I would have left Dawn Marie treat me like that if I was still champion. Things have to change. I got my first taste of being back in the locker room tonight, its dog eat dog and I’ve gotta be vicious again.

Taker opens his mouth to speak but Sara cuts him off-

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I gotta feel this again, I gotta…

Sara feels her cell phone buzz in her pocket and quickly she dishes it out. She smiles down at it, knowing ahead of time who it was going to be.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Hey Trace.

A high pitch squeal is heard from the other end of the cell phone.

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: SARAAAAA!!!!!! I nearly died when I saw you were on my television! What the hell were you doing on TV!? What is going on!? How long have you been planning this!?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s a bit of a long story Trace…and to be honest I was supppossssedddd to come back at Mania but they caught me bullshitting with Trish and I got in the middle of things…

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: The whole introduction thing did seem weird…since you definitely tag teamed with her and she turned on you some time ago.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I guess it’s the thing of the past…it doesn’t matter anyway…I’m more upset of what that…Dawn…did.

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: Yea, just pushed you off like that!? Jeez I miss you Sara; I need to come back on the road with you again!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I don’t want to put that on you Trace, you just got settled into your new house, getting things going again, how did that job interview go?

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: I actually did get the job.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Exactly…me and Mark will come visit you soon, and maybe you can come with us for a week or so. But you know just as much as I do that you can’t be on the road with us like you used to.

Tracy’s dream of being a professional wrestler had failed when she had been denied entrance into the WiW. Sara had been a form of a mentor and in turn they had become best friends naturally. Tracy had moved on from the business while here Sara was, back into it again.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: But you know what you can do from your house? You can start up that website again! I’m going to try and get all the fans I can back, I’ve been out of the spotlight for far too long…

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: I’m already five steps ahead of you; I already have video captures and pictures up from tonight.

Sara laughed loudly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You’re kidding!? I wasn’t even on the screen for more than a few seconds!?

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: Oh please…I’ve got talent like that girl. I went on a crazy spree when I found out that you were coming back permanently.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: But Trace you didn’t know I was definitely coming back for sure…

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: Well I’m good at assuming…

The horn from the truck is loudly struck.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING ASSHOLE!

Sara and Tracy proceed with their conversation.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I guess you are…but how did you go crazy?

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: Well, for instance, I already know who you’re in a match with next week and I bet you don’t!

Sara frowned in a confused fashion.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: As a matter of fact I don’t know who I’m going against, in fact me and Mark are just getting back to the hotel now from the arena.

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: Starts with an L ends with an ita.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Hmmm…that’s….well different, I don’t even remember if I’ve gone one on one with her yet. If I did, she didn’t make much of an impact on me…

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: We’re here.

Sara looks up to see that they had arrived at the hotel.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I gotta get going Trace, it’s been a long day and all I want to do at this point is sleep.

Tracy [The Bestie/Manager]: Okay, I’ll do my best to put out the word that you’re coming back for good! Keep me updated okay?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Agreed, talk to you later.

The scene slowly fades away as Taker and Sara get out of their car and head into the hotel lobby.

S C E N E T W O – Please Come Now I Think I’m Falling

The scene slowly opens again to reveal Sara in the bathroom, brushing out her hair and looking into the mirror, as if almost analyzing herself. She bites her lip and puts the brush down before turning on her heels to exit the bathroom. Taker was already sound asleep, the light on his side of the bed on the side table. Sara smirked and was thankful that he wasn’t snoring loudly that night. She settled into the covers and sat for a few moments in the darkness before shutting her eyes and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Rollin’ erupted through the speakers and she crashed through the curtains, The Reliant Center astrodome spilling open to her. The crowd was on their feet, cheering, smiling and roaring for her. Instinctively she rose up her arms to them, pointed to them and smiled. Sara then looked to center ring to see a figure standing there, holding what was clearly the WIW Woman’s Championship. A smile contorted on her face and quickly Sara walked to the ring, clapping as many hands as she could reach as she went.

Quickly she jogged up the steps and stopped on the apron, looking astonished at her opponent standing center ring. It was herself holding the belt, perfectly chiseled and strong with piercing eyes and a dominant stance. It was Sara when she was champion…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: What?

Holding the belt, the champion said nothing and just held the title on her shoulder. As Sara got lost in the nearly black eyes of…herself…she didn’t notice that the seats of the arena quickly became empty one by one, until each individual of the over 72,000+ crowd had disappeared completely. But Sara held her ground and without thinking rushed forward at her opponent, only to be countered and sent sailing to the ring’s surface, smacking her nose against the ground. Holding her nose, Sara turned over to her side and looked up to see the figure no longer paying attention to her, but instead, hugging another individual.

Interested, Sara grabbed the bottom rope for leverage and pulled herself up. The champion turned around to look Sara in the face, smiling a gorgeous smile and to reveal the person she was hugging to be her own mother, her mother who had passed away after struggling for months to stay alive.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Ma…? Tell me…tell me what I have to do.

Mom[Her Hero]: Remember who you’re fighting for….you.

Her mother gently brought a hand to her face, causing Sara to smile brightly.

Mom[Her Hero]: Look out Sara!

Sara quickly turned around to see the champion on the top rope, launching for a dive onto her. Thinking quickly, Sara jumped up and nailed both feet into the champion’s throat and chest causing her to ricochet, hit the ground, and disappear. Sara smiled, breathing heavily and turned quickly to look at her mother for approval, but she too had disappeared. Silence kicked in, until the roar of the crowd suddenly returned and she was in the ring alone, holding onto a piece of championship gold. She held up the title high above her head and yelled out a scream, the crowd, yelling out…screaming.

She brought down the belt and fell to her knees, looking at her reflection in the gold, her name once again on the nameplate. Her thumb rubbed over it gently. She leaned down to kiss it…

She sat up in bed and looked to her surroundings, her husband was still asleep and it was still very early. She could feel the energy coursing through her veins and she forced herself to settle down back into the pillow. The thirst was back, Sara Calaway wanted WiW gold.