A loss. Defeat. Kelly Kelly and Sara Calaway had suffered their first loss to the team of Trish Stratus and Beth Phoenix mere days before Sara would enter the ring at Heatwave. The devastating loss to anyone can be a blow to self esteem and with the problems that Sara is having with her best friend Tracy and her manager’s Santino’s relationship, things seem to be escalating at just the opportune moment.

S C E N E O N E –Silence

Our scene opens to the sound of Trish Stratus’ theme music slowly dying down and her trailer turning off the big screen. We see the view of the ring, the lights are dimmed now as the show is taking off on another route. Trish Stratus and Beth Phoenix are still in the ring, as well as the lifeless bodies of the Diva’s Champion Sara Calaway and her partner Kelly Kelly. But Sara doesn’t look to be anything of a champion at all at the moment. She has barely moved since the bell has rung and neither has her partner. Trish Stratus is about to leave the ring, but before she does she approaches Sara and crouches down to her.

Trish Stratus[Old Ally]: Count down the days…I just proved that I can beat you.

With that Trish straightens and exits the ring just as Beth had moments before. In a matter of seconds Kelly Kelly is at her side and together they exit the ring, in the darkness to the exalt of the fans at ringside…some supporting her…some rooting for Trish.

They make their way on the side of the ramp, Sara still holding onto the title belt as they make their way backstage and out of the fans sight.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: Sara, are you okay? I’m so sorry…I can’t believe…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly…there’s no reason for apologies.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: But Sara…we should have won…you’re the Diva’s Champion…we fought so hard.

Sara sucked in a breath of air and rubbed the back of her head where it felt like a bump was forming. She smiled and held up the title in Kelly’s line of vision.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: This Championship…is a title…a name…and it guarantees nothing. It’s a symbol that you were at the right place at the right time, that you were smart enough and talented enough, that you are at the top of the pile. But this is a good lesson Kell…that lesson in that sometimes, no matter how much effort you put forth, no matter how prepared you think you are…things can go the way you don’t want them to.

The two proceed forth toward Sara’s locker room. Sara opens the door and all three heads turn toward her. The television is off and Taker, Santino and Tracy look to Sara. It’s utterly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Sara I’m so sorry…

Tracy gets up and hugs Sara tightly before following up by hugging Kelly.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I meana Sara…that Trisha Stratus just got lucky yanno?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Babe you know one loss doesn’t mean…

Sara put ups her hand and approaches the center of the room. She throws back her hair out of her face and with an angered look on her face looks at everyone in the room.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who said I was angry about this?

It was silent again.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m not angry, about this loss. Everyone has to lose and it was my turn around…it happens, there’s not avoiding it.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Buta Sara…you’re going againsta Trish at Heatwave in justa few days and she just uh..well uh…murdereddd you.

Sara took in a deep breath before smiling.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m still standing, did I not walk out on my own tonight? Was I taken to the hospital, am I in a corner crying, was my pride crushed? Was this the night that matters most? I could have sworn that Heatwave was the night that I really needed to worry about here.

She shakes her head.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Tonight was trivial, for the past few weeks I’ve been on the same team as Trish and tonight, for the first time in a long time, I was on the other side again. I know where I stand now; but what makes Heatwave different is that there will be no partners. I won’t have Kelly there…

Sara trails off and looks to Kelly, still standing in the room, quiet and listening.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I won’t have to worry about anyone else other than me, and only me. But what’s more important is that Trish Stratus won’t have anyone in there for her either. Trish won’t have a strong and powerful Beth Phoenix to back her up….

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: But Dawn and Sable…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Dawn and Sable can KISS my ass at this point.

Taker smiles and chuckles slightly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: No…really…they can, from the bottom of my heart I mean it when I say they can kiss my ass!

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Well…Sara…I have something to lighten the mood just a little!

Sara turns to Santino and he smiles brightly.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I have organized a photoshoot for you…for you as Diva’s Champion yanno…just in case something happens at Heatwave…and…

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: Sara’s not losing the belt.

Sara smirks and looks back to Santino.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Thank you Santino…that was actually nice of you…who’s doing it?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Last I heard it involved cute animals or something…no matter you’ll loveeee it! They’ll dazzle you up and take great pictures…possibly for the site!

The obvious attempt to win over Tracy didn’t go over well as Tracy rolled her eyes and looked away when Santino looked at her.

Sara nodded.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Tracy, you’ll come with me won’t you?

Tracy [The Bestie]: Of course, we’ll have fun.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Good…now…it’s getting late, I think we should head out.

Everyone agrees in a nod in unison before gathering their belongings and heading out of the locker room.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: I’m sorry again Sara…I…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly look at me.

Kelly looks up from the ground and stares directly in Sara’s vision.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Shit happens okay? Bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad ones. You can’t live life dwelling on the bad things and instead the good things and the future…okay?

Kelly nods and Sara hugs her tightly before patting her on the shoulder.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You did good tonight…go get some sleep.

Kelly nods and waves to everyone and bids her goodbyes before walking out of sight.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: So did she ruin it tonight?

Sara turns around and rolls her eyes at her husband as they proceed to the parking lot.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly is far less experienced than any of us that were in the match tonight. Did that come into play? Maybe. But not she did not lose this for us tonight. Trish and Beth were just better…you know how it is.

They near the car and open the trunk.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Yup, I was just seeing if you were going to throw her under the bus.

Sara rolls her eyes and throws her bag in, slamming the trunk and approaching the passenger’s seat.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Heatwave will be tough though…very…very…tough.

The scene slowly fades as Taker revs up the car engine and pulls out of the parking lot, the fans noticing them screaming and cheering them on as the scene fades to black.

S C E N E T W O –Lights…Camera…Bikini Top?

Our scene opens again to the bright lights of what seems to be a fancy photography studio. We see Santino Marella pushing two female figures, who are blind-folded forward.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I really don’t get this blind folding thing.

Tracy [The Bestie]: I don’t like it either Santino.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Well that’sa too bad! I want you to be surprised so I don’t want you to see where we are!

Sara sighs and Tracy grunts as Santino manages to lead them through a door into the studio.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: We are here!

Sara pulls off her blindfold, as does Tracy. It looks to be a regular studio, nothing different about it at all.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: What’s the big surprise Santino?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I guess they’ll bring them out later…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Bring…what?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Oh nothing, dontcha worry about it!

Sara gives a worried look as a few, busy looking people surround her and take her to the nearest make up and hair station. They plop her down and one woman in particular, chomping on gum, a headset on her ears and a clipboard in her hands smiles and shakes Sara’s hand.

Studio Manager[Eireen Campbell]: Sara Calaway it is a pleasure to meet you today…just let us know anything at all that will make you feel comfortable and we’ll let you know. We have some water for you here out of…oh look a collector’s Heatwave cup!

Sara smiles and looks to the cup, the picture of Trish Stratus that has been used for the poster designs blatantly on it.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Um…thanks but…I’m not thirsty.

Sara rolls her eyes...as the manager continues to speak.

Studio Manager[Eireen Campbell]: We’re going to be doing a few scenes today…just a few basic things and what comes out of it is going to be absolutely fantastic I’m sure.

The stylists pick viciously at Sara’s hair and the make-up designers make their specifications before finally turning the chair around for Tracy to see.

Tracy [The Bestie]: You look gorgeousss Sara!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I always look gorgeous…but seeing that cup with Trish Stratus’ face on it made me sick a little.

Tracy smirks as Sara is led to the outfits to fit into a bikini and comes back out twice as dazzling.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I can’t believe Santino put all of this together…I wonder what he’s talking about though this seems like a pretty normal photoshoot.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Something seems…sketchy.

Sara shrugs and is drug over to the first backdrop of the ocean.

Studio Photographer [Eric Malderaro]: Hey Sara, I’m Eric it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. My son is a huge wrestling fan so he’s definitely envious of me today.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Haha, well make sure he tunes in on Sunday when he can watch me show my dominance in the diva’s division when I take out all my possible competitors.

Studio Photographer [Eric Malderaro]: I’ll be sure to do that. Now, I’m just going to take some pictures to get you comfortable with the lighting, warm up to the camera a little bit and then we’ll really get started okay?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Sure, I’m really looking forward to this!

Studio Photographer [Eric Malderaro]: I’m glad…some girls get nervous…now pose a little bit for me…perfecttt.

The flashes go off and Sara feeds to the camera pretty well. The photographer looks at his work as the door opens behind them, an angry Undertaker looking with enraged eyes at the scenario. Santino is following behind him as the photographer speaks up again.

Studio Photographer [Eric Malderaro]: All right, Sara now take your top off…

Sara’s eyes bulge and Taker looks to be about to have a heart attack.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: SANTINO! What the hell did you get us signed up for?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Whoa whoa whoa Mr. Deadguy, this is about bunnies okay? How can you get more innocent with bunnies!?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Playboy Santino!? Do I look like that kind of woman!?!?!

The whole room is silent as Taker looks around and gives them a harsh look.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Does she look like that kind of woman!?!

The room mutters no lowly under their breath as Taker’s face is getting more and more red.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Sara I can’t even stand you in that THING right now, I’m going to kill him!!! I’ve come close before but Jesus Christ if you don’t get outta my sight in five seconds…

Tracy has a hand on her mouth and she couldn’t help but to smile.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I was just trying to…well um…

Taker approaches Santino and throws a fist, landing right in the frame of the door behind him since Santino had been wise and ducked at the opportune moment. He immediately flees and exits out of sight.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: We have to go.

The photographer and the rest of the studio members nod silently as Sara gets up and goes back to the dressing room to change her clothes.

Our scene fades momentarily and we open back up to the airport, where we see Taker and Sara waiting for their plane to be called.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: I think Santino should pay for the damages to the damn door.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You know maybe the photoshoot wouldn’t have been so bad.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Are you shitting me? Wouldn’t have been so bad? Sara…you don’t need to take pictures to show the world how gorgeous you are, how much heart you have, how fantastic of a champion you are….

Sara[The Center of This Story]: They don’t have a problem putting Trish on the Heatwave poster…almost guaranteeing a victory aren’t they?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: So that’s why you have to beat that guarantee. Think of how much more satisfying it will be, when you’re the one holding that title belt above your head…among the fallen divas scattered around that ring. You believe you can win…don’t you?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Believe…yes…know for sure…no. But you know…you never know for sure. Nothing in life is guaranteed for sure, the next five minutes aren’t guaranteed for sure but life goes on. Just like after Sunday life will go on…but for now Mark…let’s not talk about it. I’m not in the mood.

The scene fades away as Sara crosses her arms and rests her head on her husband’s shoulder, who kisses her lightly on the top of her head, as they continue to wait what seems like lifetimes for their plane to arrive. End Roleplay.