S C E N E O N E – Trying To Distract Me?

The scene opens to reveal the backyard of the Calaway household. A pool glistens and the lawn seems to be freshly cut. The sun gleams from above, surviving after quite a few weeks with rain. On a lawn chair resting on the cement lies Sara Calaway resting in the sun getting the best tan she can get. Being a country girl, sometimes considered tough and hardcore, seeing her resting out in the sun in a bikini is a rare sight. Her sunglasses cover her closed eyes as she lays motionless, a book placed downward on her lap to hold her spot while she seemingly takes a quick doze.

She doesn’t look like a woman who has a match in a few days, which is a determining point in her career, but instead of someone who doesn’t seem to be worried at all. She shifts slightly in her sleep but her eyes still remain closed behind her shades. A slight stirring can be heard in the grass, scuffling and then the following of a something loose following close behind. The approaching intruder walks slowly and aims their device, breathing heavily, keeping Sara in their line of vision. Inhaling quickly the intruder presses down on the trigger and fires.

Sara lets out a squeal as she feels a cold blast over her body. Jumping awake she makes it to her feet to see herself now completely wet, all thanks to her husband on the other side of the yard with the hose in hand.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: MARK! I’m going to kill you!

He smiles innocently and proceeds to wind up the hose to put it up against the house, after previously washing the car.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I figured you just needed a wake up call babe we gotta get going soon.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Going somewhere? Mark I was sleeping…in the sun….relaxing….and you want to drag me where exactly?!

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Only about 45 minutes away, there’s a breeder selling Rot pups up there…and she’s saving one for us.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Another dog?

Sara looked at him lamely and rubbed her eyes, still trying to get fully awake from her nap.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Don’t you think two is enough? We’re rarely here and it’s a lot for the housekeeper to take care of when we’re gone…

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Don’t rain on my parade Sara, I’m determined to get one of these pups.

He pointed at her and proceeded to curl up the last of the hose.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Plus it’s exciting to get a new pup.

Mark Calaway, The Undertaker was one of the most intimidating individuals on the face on the planet. But one thing was for sure he loved his animals; they were part of his family and he wanted nothing more than to expand that family.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Now…are you going to go in your bathing suit or get dressed?

Sara eyed him suspiciously before pacing over to the chair to retrieve her now soaked book.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Just gimme a few minutes.

Sara stormed into the house, slamming the back door behind her and proceeded through the kitchen and down the hall toward her bedroom. She figured dressing casual would be appropriate and in minutes had beat up jean s and a tight Texas t-shirt on. She walked over to the full length mirror in the corner, putting up her hair; her eyes roaming throughout the room at the pictures hanging on the wall…until they stopped at a particular hanging picture.

Sara proceeds forward to see her mother and father on their wedding day, years and years ago. Sara clasped a hand on her face to block the tears, after the death of her mother she had a void in her heart, that she knew she would never be able to fill.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I love you ma.

Sara smiled softly and attempted to pull herself together as she locked the back doors and headed out the front door to her husband, waiting for her in the truck, sparkling clean after he had washed it. She climbs into the passenger’s seat.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Didn’t I detail the truck to perfection? Damn I’m good, look how it sparkles.

Sara didn’t respond and only settled for looking out the window, unconsciously sighing loudly.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What’s the matter?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Just saw ma’s picture again…you know how I get.

He leaned over and let his arm slink over her shoulder as he drove out on the main road.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I know it’s tough babe. I know…

He kissed her forehead and held her tightly.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You all right? We can stay home, we don’t have to go out.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: No, no, it’s fine…I’m fine…maybe this lil’ pup will keep me busy for awhile….keep my mind off of it.

Taker smirked and nodded, turning up the radio slightly as a radio commercial comes on.

Check out Meltdown every Monday night, including this Monday night where our Diva Knockouts go head to head, Beth Phoenix vs. Sara Calaway vs Trish Stratus. Trish Stratus looks to want to redeem herself for her recent loss to WIW Woman’s Champion Dawn Marie, while Sara Calaway seems as focused as ever.

Sara smirked slightly and looked up to her husband.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Could you have timed that any better?

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I have my ways…did you learn anything else about that Beth Phoenix?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Well I talked to Santino over the phone the other day…he seems pretty hell bent that I should focus and not underestimate her. Not like I was going to do that anyway because like you pointed out she’s pretty beastly.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Manly too.

Sara smirked.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s going to be interesting getting in the ring with Trish again…

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You’re not second guessing yourself are you?

Sara was silent for a few moments before shrugging her shoulders.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Don’t…the minute you second guess yourself you’ll find yourself pinned. You have to keep confidence.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I know…and I will.

He lowered down his shades slightly to give her an evil look.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You better…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I think I’m going to take a nap…since you interrupted my other one…

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Sounds fair….go ahead.

He turned down the radio slightly and she leaned the chair back, only to drift off into her own world with the hum of the engine gently singing her to sleep. The scene slowly fades as we zoom out of the car and follow it down the road.

S C E N E T W O – They’re All Bitches Anyway

Our scene slowly reopens to the sight of the truck we had left previously. The truck slowly pulls onto a gravel driveway and pulls to a stop next to a three story farm house. The driver, The Undertaker, gets out of the car and walks around to the other side and opens the door, to reveal the still sleeping Sara. He undoes her seat belt and pokes at her stomach, tickling her awake.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: C-mon, we’re here.

Her hair a mess, Sara gets up and quickly lets it unravel before instinctively putting it back up again. Squinting from the light of outside, Taker guides her forward.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You gonna just stand there or are you gonna walk?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’ll get to it.

She yawns before proceeding forward, an elderly woman standing at the door on the porch, waving.

Jan [Elderly Woman]: You must be Mark and Sara! We still have all the pups for you to choose from!

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Glad to hear it!

Jan [Elderly Woman]: Just around the house this way, we have them in a little play-pen!

The woman claps in an excited fashion and both Taker and Sara laugh under their breath but don’t take much of it. They round to the back to see an elderly man sitting with the puppies, the mother sitting protectively next to him, whining slightly as she sees Mark and Sara getting closer. He doesn’t seem to want to chat as he quickly grabs the mother and takes her indoors.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I love my Rots…I thought it was about time we got another one.

Taker and Sara move forward to the pen to see three pups in the corner wrestling and fighting while two others nap in the other corner. Sara watches the three fighting pups closely as one seems to dominate the other two. The dominating pup a little male pup that instantly caught Mark’s eyes. Even being outnumbered the little pup seemed to put a good fight, staying strong and not giving up until finally nipping both siblings and prancing around the pen.

Mark and Sara both went down to scoop him up at the same time, but Mark’s arms reached him first. They looked at one another, smiled, and nodded.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I think we just fell in love with this little guy.

The little pup squealed at first, at being so high above the ground but then cocked his head up to Taker and started biting at his goatee.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: We can name the other ones for fun though Mark…all the other little bitches…Dawn…Beth…and Trish.

Sara smirked as Taker handed her the pup who easily set into her arms, stub wiggling as he gripped onto her with his paws. Mark brought out his checkbook and wrote out the check to the woman.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Damn what’s the date? But he quickly closed his eyes, wishing he hadn’t said it, wishing and hoping that she wouldn’t connect the dots.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: The 23rd?

Her mother’s birthday. Sara gulped loudly and held the puppy closer, looking down on him and biting her lower lip.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You brought me all the way up here, to get the puppy, just to distract me from what today was didn’t you?

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Sara, I just wanted to make things easier…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Yea thanks Mark…make things really easy.

Taking the dog with her, she headed to the truck, tossed the puppy in the passenger’s seat and drove off, speeding off of the elderly couples property. The scene fades to black as the truck roars into the distance.

S C E N E T H R E E – IT’s Tough To Find A Cab In The Middle of Nowhere

Our scene returns back to us as we see Sara Calaway sitting on a hillside, in the center of a cemetery. She sits comfortably beside a particular gravestone, the puppy from earlier resting comfortably in her lap, sound asleep. Sara looks down the hill while slowly patting the pup, before hearing footsteps behind her.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Do you know how hard it was to find a cab to come all the way out there?

Sara didn’t respond as he settles down beside her, the pup awakening and playfully falling into the grass, yawning with a yip.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Then of course I got the…oh my god you’re The Undertaker speech.

Sara still stared out over the hill, before finally speaking.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I was thinking Tucker for the lil’ guy.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I can go with that.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I think he’s hungry though, maybe you should take him home…get him used to the house, come pick me up later?

He nods and kisses her head before picking up Tucker, squiggling in the grass and trying to not be picked up. He exits slowly, worried about her, before getting in the truck and leaving. Sara sighs before the camera slowly becomes fixated on her, breathing slowly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: This is hard…harder than anything I’ve ever had to go through. Training to be a success in wrestling isn’t as difficult as having to get through this. It’s been a few months, but the firsts are the worst; the hardest. The first birthday, the first Christmas, the first Easter, Fourth of July…everything, it all hurts.

She pauses as a tear trickles down her cheek.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I know how much you loved to see me be a success, you got to see me win the belt, but I put you in harm with that Lana situation and I’m so sorry mom. But I’m back at this, I’m in this…for myself, and I know it was something that made you proud. When I hold up that belt again, when I’m the Woman’s Championship again, it’ll all be because of you. I wouldn’t be the strong person I am without you; you taught me to believe; no matter the odds. I will this time, every girl is for themselves but the odds are against me, I’ll be putting up a fight…a hell of a fight.

Sara forms a fist before slamming it against the ground, heaving in a heavy breath and standing up.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: But no matter what happens, you are the true champion.

She puts a hand on the gravestone and kisses it, crouching down and touching the still earth before standing once again and walking off, the scene closing.

S C E N E F O U R – TWO ON ONE

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Look ata me…Imma Beth Phoenix so masculine and stronggg

The scene slowly opens to the Meltdown arena, completely bare except for three individuals in the ring at the time. Workers are quickly hurrying and scurrying to get everything together, however other than them it is only The Undertaker and his wife Sara along with accompaniment Santino Marella.

Santino parades majestically around the ring, straining his muscles, causing Sara to laugh, standing in the corner against the turnbuckles.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Okay how about we get serious…Santino…

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I’m always very serious Mr. Deadguy.

Taker gave him an agitated look and Santino immediately approached Sara as if looking for someone to hide behind.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Now…Sara…I want you to do a headscissors. You’ll be able to do it remember to reverse their momentum, of course after they have already taken care of your opponent.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Imma Betha Phoenix, Imma beata you up!

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I’d kill you.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I wasa just kidding!

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Thought you were always serious?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Shut up and send me against the ropes Santino.

Cautiously, Santino grabbed her arm and quickly irish whipped her into the ropes, sending her to come back, resulting in hhim to pick her up and her quickly responding by sending him rolling to the ground with her headscissors. Taker approached and caught Sara by storm, catching her in an armbar.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Come on get out of it!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Like this is fair!

The Undertaker[A Badass America] Life’s not fair.

He smirked and she quickly, him not expecting it, jabbed him in the stomach, causing him to try and pick her up. Quick thinking she whipped him around for a hurricanrana. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, Santino moved in and wrapped his arms around her, flailing her around. Sara quickly got loose, ran against the ropes and scissors kicked him, sending him to the mat too. She got to her feet to see both Santino and her husband on the ground, and she smiled.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Am I too much for you guys?

They both groan and she gets up on the middle rope, raising up her arms to the empty audience.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: This will be me tonight…I know it. It’ll be just the beginning of great things to come…I feel good about myself again, I’m not second guessing myself, I see myself as a legitimate competitor again.

She turned her head back just in time to see her husband approaching from behind and sneaking underneath of her, setting her up in the perfect position for a last ride. Screaming and squealing she tried to perform another headscissors but he held his stance. She tried to grab his foot to put him in a submission, but she gave in and continued to hang there.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I give up!

He dropped her and she landed roughly on her back.

The Undertaker[A Badass America] The point of all of this wasn’t to prove I can kick your ass…it was to prove that you can’t give up! Keep your head high and even defeat will mean victory.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: That wasa SO cornyyy

Santino was still laying on the ground, hanging onto the bottom rope for support.

Sara laughs as her husband gives a violent look before the scene slowly starts to fade to black, the camera zooming away as the time clicks closer and closer to the Meltdown starting time.