The scene opens to the backstage of Meltdown, to a large plasma screen on display. The screen is hanging well above the ceiling and a few spectators that are merely shadows stand around and watch. Past the screen are a set of steps that lead up to the Meltdown entrance and platform. Hunched in the darkness of the platform with a hooded sweatshirt over them is a frame of a woman hidden in shadows. The woman looks intently on at the match taking place; the camera slowly zooms out to reveal that the match is between Trish Stratus and Lita. The figure adjusts their weight accordingly to a more comfortable position as the crowd roars to life in an instant as Trish Stratus seems to be finishing off her opponent. With some Stratusfaction in place she goes in for the cover and the pin, along with the one-two-three. The figure shakes their head and hurries out of sight before anyone could notice them. Once in proper hiding territory again, the figure drops their hood, revealing themselves to be none other than Sara Calaway. Her long locks fall past her shoulders as she looks behind her to see Trish Stratus coming from the entry way, pleased with herself after her victory. Sara peers around the corner and smiles, rolling her eyes at Trish’s statement previously in the night.

Sara, honey, that title that Dawn has resting on her shoulder...that belongs to ME! I'm getting it back and if anyone tries to stand in my way...they'll regret it!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: They all must have forgot who I am and what I’m made of.

Sara shakes her head and turns around only to run straight dab into a huge figure.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Why is it that when I find you lately you’re always spying on someone?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Just getting some observation time, it wasn’t like last time babe when I was just watching an interview…I was watching Trish wrestle this time.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Then watch her walk down the hall? Not gonna lie Sara that’s damn creepy.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Well what she said tonight pissed me off that’s all. I think she forgot that once upon a time, I took her title. It was ME who took her title at Wrestlemania! She choked and I beat her.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Such things are usually conveniently forgotten.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: They know, Dawn knows, Trish knows, all of the divas plain as day know that I’m better, they just won’t face it yet…but I’ll make them.

Taker sighs, as if he has heard this before and Sara smiles.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Sorry, you just know my feelings.

He nods and she lets out a heavy sigh.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: We both have matches in a bit, I just feel distracted tonight. I’m gonna go try and get my head in the game, be safe.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: When am I not safe?

He gives her an agitated look before turning off and walking away. She rolls her eyes at him before proceeding down the hall, getting ready for her own match with Ivory in a few minutes. She stretches out casually, slowly approaching her locker room before feeling someone approaching from behind her. She turns around violently to see Santino Marella, trying look inconspicuous, as if not following her.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Santino…what are you doing?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Oh nothing at all Ms. Cow-a-way…I’m just sitting here getting stretched out for my upcoming biga match in a few minutesss!

He proceeds to lean forward in an awkward position to stretch out his legs and arms.

Sara shakes her head, and not wanting Santino to know where her locker room is, she quickly proceeds down the hallway, weaving in and out of hallways until she feels satisfied in finally losing him. Feeling content in her location and knowing she only has a little bit before her match with Ivory, she proceeds to jog in place, stretch out her legs and her arms. Before long though, she feels a pair of eyes on the back of her head, thinking it’s Santino again she ignores it and shakes her head in annoyance, figuring he will walk off after getting bored in a few minutes.

She stretches for a few more minutes again before feeling the person getting closer and closer, breath falling onto her neck. She turns around yelling.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: OKAY SANTINO…

But the person quickly presses a hand to her mouth and moves forward. Sara’s eyes bulge to see it’s none other than Batista standing there; laughing to see her surprise.

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: You look surprised to see me.

Sara looks on annoyed and slowly backs up into the wall behind her.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Is there a problem?

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: No problem at all! Just wanted to have a little chat with you…maybe you could pass something on to your bitch…er…husband for me when you get a chance?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: If you think you’re going to “use me,” to get to him Dave…just to clue you in…it’s not going to work, and instead is just a good way to piss Mark off.

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: Ohhh Mark…isn’t that cute?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Do you prefer Taker? Does that make you feel more comfortable?

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: Out of the two of us I think I’m more comfortable than you Sara.

Dave smiles and moves in a bit closer, putting his hand up against the wall behind her.

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: I’m not trying to be intrusive…just wanted to have a little conversation yanno? Just a warning that when you’re husband gets in my way next week in our match, it looks like I’m going to have to…well…not go easy on him…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Go easy on him huh?

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: Yea…I mean have you been watching me lately?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Why would I be watching you? I’ve been busy with my own issues Dave…you see the WIW Woman’s Champ, Dawn Marie, thinks she’s far superior than she is, and Trish Stratus thinks she should get another shot when she clearly lost her opportunity. I have too much on my plate to worry about an animal that’s about to get become roadkill next week, and will experience his last ride.

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: Ouch that hurt right here…but I beg to differ with you. Suddenly Sara sees Batista’ weight shift forward, sending them both to the ground. Sara hears yelling from behind Batista, realizing that he has someone on his back and choking him.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Get outta here you animale!

Santino and Batista roll on the floor a few moments before Batista grabs him by his t-shirt collar and slams him against the wall.

Batista [An Animal Unleashed]: Pass along that message for me Sara…kay?

Batista chomps a bit on his gum before turning his back to Sara, lying on the ground after being tackled by Batista and Santino. Batista walks off as Sara rolls her eyes and gets up from her spot on the ground, looking down to Santino who hasn’t moved after Batista threw him there.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: You better run you manimal! You’re nothing but a big babyyyy.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Are you okay?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Absolutely Ms. Calaway.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: What did you call me?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Ms. Calaway?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Wow you got it right!? But Santino, you were following me…again?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Perhaps I was…but look I saved you from Baptista…that manimal! Dragging his hairy knuckles on the floor and trapping you like that!

Sara had to admit that if it wasn’t for Santino, Batista might have gone farther than he did.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: For that, yes Santino I thank you. Don’t you have a match to go get ready for?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Actually…bah…I have a confession.

Sara looked on as Santino dropped dramatically on a crate to sit.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I am no longer on the Meltdown roster, you see, I haven’t had a match in weeks, months and the general manager gave up on me. I’ve been asneakin’ my way backstage at shows, pretending to still be apart of the rosterrr.

Sara was about to speak up but he continued.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: If you let me stick around with you, I can get the inside scoop for you from the lovely ladies…I am quite a ladies’ man!

Sara sighed heavily and smiled.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m sure you are.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Is that a yes, will you let me stick around yea! YEA!? Huh!?

Sara sighed and closed her eyes, Santino taking this as a yes.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: We’re going to have so much fun on the road, telling stories, car road-trip games, lemme tell you!

He bounced forward and wrapped his arms around her.

Suddenly Santino was ripped off of her, and again, slammed into the same wall as before.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What the hell you think you’re doing boy?

After losing his match to Shawn Michaels, Taker was already pissed to the bone. He stormed over Santino and picked him up by the hair and slammed him into the other wall.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: WHOA! Mark stop, stop!

He turned around to face her, red faced and angry.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What the hell Sara…he was all over you…I’m sick of him already and he just started to stir up shit last week. I need to get my anger out anyway after losing to Michaels out there.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: You should worry about Batista instead, he was the one who came onto Sara...earlier.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: SHUT UP.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: No Mark really…Batista was back here hassling me and Santino helped me out.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I don’t lie…really Mr. Deadguy!

Taker loosened his grip on Santino, causing him to dramatically roll away and put a hand to his head.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I should start wearing a helmet.

Taker ignores Santino and approaches Sara, concerned.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Batista was giving you a hard time?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Nothing out of the ordinary, just trying to get under my skin, to make you worry, to get you off of your game. You face him next week.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I’m going to shove his teeth down his throat.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: He’s doing just what he wanted…just don’t get upset.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Too damn late.

All three of them hear someone approaching from the hallway to see one of the crew members approaching.

Techie[Does It In The Dark]: Sara your match is up next with Ivory.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Thanks man…I’ll be right there.

Sara turns toward Taker.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Watch out for Santino, we’re going to be seeing a lot more of him…and you owe him now…

Taker sighs heavily as Sara turns her back on the two of them, turning her head over her shoulder to see her husband helping Santino to get up, and she smiled.

S C E N E T W O – Let’s Analyze This

The scene slowly opens to a sparkling hotel lobby, clean and spotless. The camera slowly revolves clockwise around the room until coming to a sitting area, where there are magazines and books scattered on the coffee table. Seated around the coffee table are WIW superstars The Undertaker and Santino Marella. Seated next to The Undertaker is Sara Calaway, looking intently in the latest WiW magazine. Across from the married couple is Santino, looking through the local newspaper, looking intently for…coupons?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: The whole point of you helping and sitting down here Santino is to help me get ready for next week…it’s a big match for me. Santino doesn’t seem to be paying attention and instead seems in tune with his own world.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Santino? He jumps slightly and looks over the newspaper.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Imma sorry Ms. Calahan…what were you saying?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Look through some magazines or my laptop for info on that Beth Phoenix…I just need some background on her…Trish I can handle.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Must you remind me of thata Glamazon!?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Um…yes? Why do you know her?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Know her…darn well I use to…..(he pauses to look around before whispering) I used to sleep with her!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You two were an item huh?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Oh yes, I was a very supportive and manly boyfriend…she couldn’t keep her hands off of me naturally, like all women….

Taker who was looking through previous magazines and listening to light music on his ipod grunted slightly in humor.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Is that humorous to you, mr. deadguy?

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Quite.

Santino squints his eyes in irritation before shaking his head and looking through the newspaper for coupons.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: It’s so VERYYYY important to save money while traveling Ms. Calahan…coupons do just that! Oh look two for one on Viagra! Errrrrr….some manly sports equipment at Dicks…(he pauses) sporting goods of course!

Sara shakes her head, pulling her laptop on her lap and searching up Beth Phoenix.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: She’s in pretty good shape…you have to watch out for power moves babe.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I just have to take her off her feet, make her lose her balance…

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I know all of those glamazon moves over her, I’ve actually had some experience with some of them!

Both Sara and Taker give him a frightened look before Sara returns her eyes to the screen.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Hasn’t been WIW’s woman’s champ yet, seems to just be resurfacing again….her little Rosa Mendez might be a problem though.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: They’re combined at the hip!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I can imagine….she’ll probably be at ringside. I guess I’ll just grow another pair of eyes on the back of my head.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You’ll be fine hun…just stay focused, don’t get cocky and expect anything. Take all precautions…stay strong.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Some advicea for someone who felt the sweet chin sugary music this past week from Shawn Mickels H.B.J ….

Santino muttered this behind the newspaper, flipping the page and looking over it to see both Sara and Taker staring at him.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: (Laughing embarrassed because he was heard) Can you believe those Yoplait Yougurts? Only 100 calories for things like…Lemon Morang pieee?

Santino lifts the paper over his eyes and continues looking for coupons. Sara shakes her eyes and sighs heavily before looking over Trish Stratus’ profile.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’ve missed a lot of time since I left…she’s done a lot that I’d like to catch on to. Fact is, I’ve beat her before, and it’s going to happen again.

Sara smiles, content with herself as Taker seems to be still caught up on Santino’s insult a few minutes before.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: At least I had a match this week boy.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Guys just cut it out, I’m going upstairs to the room to focus, we have to check out soon anyway Mark to go home for the week. Check you out later Santino.

With that Sara collects her belongings and heads to the elevators, Taker gets up from the couch and looks at Santino with a dirty look, before getting up and following behind. The elevator doors open and Sara and Taker enter.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I can’t wait for this match. Before it’s been single, after single, after single, now it’s actually going to make a mark. Beating two of the top contenders is going to show something, something big. Dawn Marie wanted someone to step up, I’m going to be doing just that.

The scene slowly closes and fades as the elevator doors close, Sara smirking satisfied and Taker still giving a devilish look at Santino, the elevator doors causing the scene to turn black.