What the hell was going on? The Undertaker was on Fusion, Sara has been out for well over two weeks, Dawn Marie and Trish Stratus are in main event matches? In the meantime, Sara has been off of television and why? Sara was attacked by Dawn Marie on Raw a few weeks back and since then has been out of sight and mind from the WIW fanbase and the entire WIW universe. With her mere appearance back on Meltdown she was once again, attacked…this time by a returning Sable? Again, someone was making a statement, and Sara due to the fact she was Diva’s Champion took the receiving end of it.

S C E N E O N E –Same Old Same Old….

Our scene opens in an extremely quiet, contained and clean room. The camera is fuzzy at first but slowly focuses to reveal a motionless figure lying on the doctor’s table, an ice pack on her head and her eyes closed, Sara. The door creaks up and her eyes are open in a flash and she slowly starts to sit up, with a bit of difficulty. With surprise she sees her husband, The Undertaker mustering up the strength to proceed into the room and walk to the table where she’s now sitting.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Mark, what are you doing? Why aren’t you back at the hotel, hell you should be home.

He says and does nothing other than grabbing the sides of her face and kisses the top of her forehead.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: After seeing what happened, I had to come down, I don’t want you driving.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Mark, you were beat down by Legacy on Fusion…some dumb blonde bitch Sable who wanted to make an impactful return, decided that she wanted to attack me from behind. I’m fine, give me an icepack and let me rest for a few hours and I’ll be ready to go find her ass and beat it down at the hotel.

He smirked and shook his head.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You know, none of these divas have the guts to approach me and take me for what I am. They don’t have the heart or the drive to approach ahead of me and face me in a match. No, they all want to do the same thing, over and over again and it makes me sick.

Sara throws the bag of ice against the wall, only causing it to splat right to the floor.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Um, can you hand me that back?

She groans to feel her swollen head as Taker hobbles over, groans as he picks up the bag and hands it back to her.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: I’m not going to pick it up if you throw it again.

Sara nods and shakes her head in aggravation.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Mark look at us, we’re just heaps of wobbling and aching bodies. While we’re here, feeling it, the people who did this to us act like they’re big and mighty. I can’t take this anymore.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: That’s what makes us who we are Sara, you a champion, and me a legend who’s bound to get the gold again, very, very, soon.

She rolls her eyes and hops off the counter, squinting as she does so. She grabs her belt that’s resting on the counter and proceeds out of the room.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Sara where the hell are you going?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Making a statement!

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Sara you don’t want to do anything stupid!

He does his best to keep up but Sara is already dashing down the hall, belt in hand, sprinting out of sight. She dashes in and out of people walking through the hallways, even nearly knocking down a techie.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Have you seen Sable?

Jimmy Jim Jim [Nerd Techie] Sable? I just saw her walking out to her car, the parking…the parking lot. Watch where you’re walking next time…oh..okay?

Sara eyes him down with a sinister glare to the muttering and stuttering techie.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Don’t test me, I’m not in the mood idiot. Be thankful I’m in a hurry or I’d kick your ass all over this hallway, then I’d get my husband to do the same.

With that and a determined expression on her face she sprints out toward the parking lot. As she gets out she sees a glint of gold hair turn the corner, heading to the parked cars outside. She grunts and quickly hurries forward, only to narrow the gap. The woman puts up her hood on her sweatshirt and walks back into the garage, getting closer to the car. Quickly Sara comes behind the woman and raises her belt, running forward and narrowly missing the woman who ducks out of the way and falls to the garage floor.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: SARA!?! What are you doing?!

Sara stops and drops her belt instantly to the ground, her heart rate picks up and beat and she instantly falls to her knees next to Kelly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly, I’m sorry, I thought you were- damnit!

Sara gets up and looks bewildered around the garage, seeing a limousine slowly coming close to her, she takes a deep breath and clenches her fists. Sara stares violently into the tinted windows to see the back one slowly nudge down. She barely make out laughing as the limo screeches away.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You came back just last week bitch and already running away? You’re no different than Dawn, or any other bitch that wants to try and step up to me.

Sara breathes heavily before looking down to Kelly, still bewildered and sitting on the ground. Sara runs a hand through her hair and throws it out of her face before kneeling down to Kelly again.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly, I’m sorry…me and Mark were talking and I got so riled up, I was so determined to get my hands on her just then, I just…I can’t wait for Meltdown, can NOT wait.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: I should have said something to her, I should have stopped her. Stood up for you, I felt so guilty that I left you alone and she did that to you.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Girl, don’ t worry about it, it’s not your fault and you shouldn’t be sticking your nose where it shouldn’t be anyway. Important thing is that you’re okay…and you are right?

Kelly nods and Sara hears footsteps behind her. Quickly she turns her head around and smiles to see her husband, limping along, strong and steady.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Are we having a party in the parking lot?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Nah, I just almost attacked Kelly.

Sara gets up and extends her hand to Kelly to help her get up.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Pshh, yea no big issue….What the hell you mean you almost attacked her Sara?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s all handled baby, nothing for you to get worked up over.

She wraps her hands around his waist and she rests her head on his chest.

Taker groans.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: You say that now…Kelly are you okay?

She nods and smirks before turning to her car.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: I’ll see you when I see you Sara, good luck in your match next week. I know you’ll be happy to get your hands on Sable.

Sara nods and waves goodbye as her and her husband walk the other direction.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: So did you even find Sable?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Um yea, but it’ll be nice to get her and Dawn in the ring at the same time. It’s actually a win, win.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: You better talk to Trish ahead of time.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s going to be interesting tagging with her again. … The scene slowly fades to black as husband and wife walk farther and farther from the camera, their footsteps echoing off the walls.

S C E N E T W O –Because When I Arrive…

The scene opens to another arena, particularly where Meltdown is being hosted this week in Calgary, Alberta. The rental car slowly pulls up and the cameras are already flashing from the fans barricaded off by the gates. The person driving rolls into a parking space nearby and gets out of the car, causing the fans to squeal and stammer... Sara! Sara! Sara!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Hey guys, I can’t make it over, have a bit of business to take care to.

Sara looks down to her phone and texts to the recipient.

I’ll be there in a few minutes.

She poses for a few minute for photos before getting her bags out of the back of the car and waving to them before disappearing into the garage and into the arena. She wears dark black sunglasses and once she enters the building she pushes them on her head, she appears to be in great shape as she proceeds forward, chomping on a piece of gum. Without delay, she walks into a locker room, the door slightly ajar. She steps in and props up her bag next to the door. She smiles to see the person she was waiting for, walk out of the bathroom.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Hey, how are you?

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: Just fine, getting pumped for tonight…are you ready?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Trish I’ve been out for a few weeks but I haven’t lost anything let me assure you. I’m especially ready to personally welcome back Sable tonight. If you don’t mind that is.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: I’m sure I’ll have a bit of a greeting party myself.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Ha, I’m sure. I wanted to talk to you though, because I know things have happened in the past and I just want to make sure that we’re at least on the same page here.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: Sara we might have been a tag team before, but I had to do what I had to do, you did what you had to do…and we’re here now. You have my title and I’m going to get it soon enough.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: We’ll see about that hun, but I learned a lot from you Trish when we were tag teaming, we were unstoppable and I know we’ll be unstoppable tonight, Dawn and Sable don’t have a chance in hell. But you know what I learned from you the most? I learned that you can’t trust anyone in this business. I want you to know that I don’t trust you tonight; I won’t trust you tomorrow, or any day after that. But I want us to make a showing and show what we can do as a team again, a little reminder to the WIW universe who the hell we are.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: I’m all for kicking ass Sara, I happen to be quite good at it, as you know. But I understand what you’re saying and where you’re coming from. Even if the WIW universe doesn’t need to be reminded who Trish Stratus is and what she stands for, I get that we need to make Sable and Dawn realize their place. I’ll be the first to admit that you’re an amazing athlete because I showed you these ropes almost as much as your husband, but you need to know also that I don’t trust you just as much as you don’t trust me. It’s all about business and what’s good for each individual, it’s not about making anyone else happy; it’s about making yourself happy. What would make me happy would be to take your title and it’s going to happen soon enough.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: And I know that winning tonight and giving Dawn and Sable a hell of an ass kicking will make both of us happy. I understand you want my title, every diva in the locker room wants that title and Dawn right now is the number one contender for it. You may be Trish Stratus but you have to get that number one contender opportunity.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: Oh and I will, don’t doubt it.

Trish smiles and there is silence momentarily.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: I’ll have your back tonight Sara, it’s a promise, it’s something you can count on. But it’s only during our match because that’s the luck of the draw, that’s what happened this week on the card, not because we’re friends and companions again.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I wouldn’t have it any other way Trish and it’s the same for you. I’m hoping you won’t make a cowardly move and make the wrong decision of attacking me when my back is turned just like any other diva on the roster. You’re bigger than that, you’re smarter than that and I think you have more respect for the championship than that.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: For the championship yes, for you…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I don’t want to get into a verbal match here with you, I said what I came to say, and good luck tonight, to us.

Sara extends her hand and the two women shake on it, a former alliance once again being rekindled to take on the team of two women who think far too superior of themselves. The scene slowly fades as Sara grabs her bag leaning against the door and leaves, the door closing behind her.

End Roleplay.