Foreword :

This was the moment of truth. The day that Sara Calaway had been inwardly worrying about for weeks now was finally rearing its ugly head; the time in which her title belt would be in the middle of four people including herself. These four women were trying to be the best and to prove a point, four women having the opportunity to shine. Who would come out on top? Who would be holding the belt and being the one to walk out of Heatwave? But an important question that we all need to consider is…does the fact that Heatwave is so rapidly approaching even matter to the current diva’s champion Sara Calaway?

S C E N E O N E –I Don’t Care What Ya’ll Say…

It’s time to rock n’ roll…this time I’m in control
I’ve got the key to the city that’s cause I get down…

The music blares through the stereo system of a local arena for a WIW House Show! The crowd rises to its feet and cheers as they expect none other than Trish Stratus to be emerging from the curtain. However instead we hear a motorcycle engine flare up and a motorcycle emerges from behind the curtain. Sara Calaway is driving the motorcycle and stops driving momentarily to mimic Trish Stratus by pointing to the audience similar to her. Sara gets on the motorcycle again and drives once around the ring before parking it, climbing the steps and entering through the lower ropes.

Sara walks to grab a microphone and looks out to the audience with a set of mixed reactions thundering through the arena, some happy to see her, but others pissed at their beloved Trish Stratus being mocked. Sara smiles and leans against the top rope as she speaks, her title belt wrapped around her waist.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I hope you guys aren’t disappointed…I just felt like I wanted to change up my entrance a little bit tonight with a familiar theme that we all seem to be familiar with.

Half the crowd boos but the other half cheers as Sara continues.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I felt as if I needed to address the people, before participating in Heatwave. Potentially one of the toughest matches of my career is this coming week when I fight against Trish Stratus, Dawn Marie, and Sable.

The crowd applauds, seemingly anxious for the match to take place at Heatwave.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: But you all seem like a pretty good looking bunch, hell, why don’t we have a prelude to Heatwave? Trish….Dawn….Sable…how ‘bout it?

Sara looks to the ring entrance and paces back and forth and within mere seconds ‘Wildcat’ hits the speakers and two women, that aren’t Dawn Marie, Sable, or Trish Stratus walk timidly through the curtains and walk toward the ring. Together they get into the ring and one of them grabs a microphone. In a very nasal voice, one of them speaks.

Sable’s Manager [Lilian Slatenhouse]: Sara Calaway…we are the representatives of Sable…and Dawn Marie.

The crowd boos and waits for the woman to continue.

Sable’s Manager [Lilian Slatenhouse]: You very well know that neither Sable or Dawn will be able to compete tonight, or ANY night, prior to Heatwave.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Well excuse me lady but why couldn’t Dawn…or Sable for that matter come out here and confront me about this? No balls?

Dawn’s Manager [Amy Oxia]: Sara..our clients have far more to worry about than your obnoxious and pathetic challenges. They have far more important things to do!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Like what exactly are those important things? Weekly insertion of botox?

The crowd laughs as Sara speaks again.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: So basically you two ladies are telling me that Dawn Marie and Sable are not coming out here…tonight…in this ring?

Both women shake their heads.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: So could you answer me another question? Where’s Trish Stratus’ manager coming to tell me that SHE is going to be making the smart move and waiting to Heatwave?

Music plays from the speakers again, and a large man appears from the curtains. We see Tyson Tomko, Trish Stratus’ manager and associate. Sara keeps her spot firm as Tomko enters the ring slowly through the ropes. He grabs a microphone and harshly approaches Sara.

The Problem Solver [Tyson Tomko]: It’s far from the fact…Sara…that Trish doesn’t have the courage to be fighting you tonight. For one…she’s not even in the damn building…

The crowd boos in response and Tomko continues and moves closer in toward Sara.

The Problem Solver [Tyson Tomko]: And two…it would be stupid to be in a match right before a title defense…it isn’t very wise to be making challenges so soon to one of the biggest matches of your career...Sara.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Excuse me…um…Mr. Tomko if you could give me some space here it would be appreciate.

She puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back slightly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: The last time I checked…I was a champion…when was the last time you even had a wrestling match yet alone a championship? I’ll give you a few minutes to think about that because I’m sure it’s been a long time.

Tomko looks to be getting aggravated and more frustrated by the second.

The Problem Solver [Tyson Tomko]: I’m telling you Sara…Trish is focused. She’s ready to be at the top of the mountain again. What Trish Stratus wants…Trish Stratus gets…and come Heatwave…she’s getting what she wants.

Tomko sets the microphone on the ground and is about to leave through the ropes again before Sara speaks up, probably not the smartest thing to do.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Does it upset you Tomko? Does it upset you that Trish was never actually with you and instead always focused on dating John Cena?

Tomko turns around and picks Sara up and hoists her on his shoulders, about to perform a devastating maneuver to her. But before he can manage to, a familiar figure sneaks out from under the ring and knocks Tyson down to the ground. Tyson quickly rolls out of the ring and runs to the entrance, Taker running after him. Sara is on the ground now, the two representatives of Sable and Dawn Marie standing and laughing in the corner.

She gets up and looks at the two representatives, and slowly approaches them, hand extended for a handshake. The two women hesitantly approach also but Sara quickly turns around and delivers a double bull dog to the both of them. Sara kicks both of them aggressively before taking her belt off of her waist and raising it in the air, putting a foot on top of her the fallen managers and raising the belt high in the air, yelling out to the crowd.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: YOUR WINNER AND STILLLLLLL DIVA’S CHAMPION!!!! SARAAAAAAA!!!!!!

She extends her arms and baths in the flashing cameras of the crowd before going to the top rope and once again mimicking the Trish Stratus point. This time Rollin’ hits the speakers as Sara gets on the motorcycle and revs up to the entrance. She stops the bike and gets off of it before pumping a fist to the air and walking backstage behind the curtain.

S C E N E T W O –Drink Another

The scene opens to a dark summer night. Nothing but the sound of crickets can be heard as they chirp along. We zoom in slowly to the back yard of the Calaway’s in seemingly the middle of nowhere, Texas. There sitting by the pool on the diving board, sitting with one foot in the water and one foot out is the Diva’s Champion Sara Calaway. Her other foot is planted firmly on her Rottweiler who is lying on the pavement, curled up beside her.

She lifts her hand to her mouth, a Miller Light in possession. She drains it down and throws it in the grass behind her; the lumps of cans in the grass seem endless. She bites her lip and whistles slightly, the dog getsto its feet and prances over to the porch, grabbing another beer can from the open pack and setting it down next to her on the diving board. She cracks it open and takes a sip.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Thanks buddy.

She inhales deeply and looks further on the diving board, the Diva’s Championship sparkling in the moonlight beside her and reflecting the pool water that bounces dramatically below.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Is this it for awhile? Is this going to be our last match together until I can manage to do the impossible again or until I can beat the best? Is it really time for Trish Stratus to get what she wants?

She cocks her head and takes another slight sip.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Trish Stratus took her time, she wanted some time to herself, she needed some cleansing time to get her head together. In other words, when the going got tough, Trish needed a break. Trish needed to stop and take a step away from the challenging things in life which at the time was the annoyance of Dawn Marie. But when Trish was ready, when I had come back to already have put Dawn Marie in her place, Trish didn’t have a problem returning and saying how she deserved a title shot. Okay, I get it, you’re Trish Stratus, and you’re heaven sent…

Sara smirks and looks to the belt again.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: So now Trish Stratus wants to be Diva’s Champion. She is so focused and wants it so bad, she wants it more than words can describe. So it’s going to definitely happen, her picture is in the spotlight, her name just has to be engraved on the nameplate and it’ll all be accounted for. All we have to do is update the records and she once again will be at the top-congratulations Trish Stratus our NEW Diva’s Champion…..but, but wait.

Sara looks intensively into the camera as a bang from her hair falls into her face.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: There’s a little problem with this fantasy. There’s a little problem with the concept here. The idea of Trish Stratus, the self proclaimed WIW Postergirl, walking out the Diva’s Champion of Heatwave is a nice little fantasy…but in reality…we’re hitting a roadblock, we’re hitting a brick wall. That roadblock has a name, that brick wall…is ME, Sara fucking Calaway. I’m the roadblock, I’m the deciding factor, I’m the one that’s preventing this fantasy from happening and this fantasy is not happening.

It seems to me that people are forgetting who the hell I am, and I’m not one to gloat, or to brag, but I will firmly stand for my accomplishments. Let me give a brief reminder to everyone in the sound of my voice, I a former Woman’s Champion, the current Diva’s Champion and a hell of a fighter. I am not afraid to get dirty, break bones, or crush souls. I have more heart, passion and drive than most people can say they’ve ever dreamt about having. I stand for everyone out there with a dream, with a goal and who wants to defeat the impossible. As far as most people are concerned, I am facing the impossible. I came from nothing in this business; I worked my way up from merely being the wife of The Undertaker and have found the success of this Championship and the one I’ve held before it. I still see success, and I see that success at Heatwave by retaining my title.

I felt that devastating loss at Meltdown. It hit me hard, it woke up me up and my eyes are open. I love my partner Kelly Kelly to death but let’s face it Trish, you and I both know that she has a long way to go. At Heatwave, I won’t be worrying how Kelly is, I won’t be worrying about if she’s being crushed, I won’t have to worry about what she’s feeling or if she’s comfortable because Heatwave is all about and only about ME. It’s about me beating the odds that are against me.

But please, no one assume that I have forgotten the threats of Sable and Dawn Marie, it’s just that these threats don’t exist. Dawn I have dealt with you before, you are a sick, maniacal manipulator but you have run out of people to manipulate…plain and simple. There’s no one in this business anymore that will listen to you because you have lost whatever you had in the first place, which was near to nothing. Dawn I’m done with you, you are a lost cause and are not coming back into my life, and that’s including this week at Heatwave. You’re stepping in the way of me keeping my title, something that I’m proud of, something that I’m going to fight my heart out to keep it. You’re again crossing my path Dawn and I’m sure I don’t have to remind you how you don’t want to step there. I was done playing games with you a long time ago, I’m cutting all ties with you, after Heatwave…it’s done for good.

Which brings me lastly to the last diva of the competition…Sable… quite frankly I do not have to go into great detail about her. She came back and wanted to make an impact, the easy way, and took me down when I wasn’t looking. She was so damn original. Sable, let’s face it honey I’m sure you realize that no one is glad that you’re back. I’d suggest hanging up the wrestling boots for good before you hurt yourself, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. You’ve had your moment; you’re past your prime and it’s time for the rest of us to shine and make the Diva’s Division live on.

Sara brings the belt on her lap and gently runs her thumb over the nameplate.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Sunday evening, I’m going to putting all I have out on the line ladies. Every beat of my heart, every bit of pain, every bead of sweat I will put forward into taking you down. Trish Stratus, you know I’m speaking to you when I say this. One of us is going down. By Sunday you better have done enough yoga moves to get stretched out because I’m bringing it to you; I’m heading straight for you. I don’t underestimate you; I know what you’re capable of, but I also know that I beat you for my first Woman’s Championship run and since then I’ve matured leaps and bounds in this business. It all comes down to the few mistakes we make, who will make them, and when. But Trish, Dawn, Sable, I give you my sincerest word that this will be one of the most difficult fights of your lives, because at Heatwave ….(Sara slowly raises the belt eye level to the camera) I’m putting my title….and….my pride on the line…GOOD…LUCK!

Sara places the belt down beside her again and leans forward, her forearms on her knees and her hair in her face as the scene slowly fades away.

S C E N E T H R E E –This Is It

Our scene opens to the location of the hottest event of the summer, Heatwave. The arena is already flooded with fans crowding around where they know the divas and wrestlers headlining the event will enter. Rolling in a slick black rental car is The Undertaker in the driver’s seat, seemingly alone. He breezes past security and parks in the garage of the building, away from the clamor of the fans outside.

Define your meaning of war. To me it’s what we do when we’re bored.

He presses his sunglasses to the top of his head as he gets his belongings out of the car and proceeds to the back, and his dressing room which is utterly silent as he enters. He frowns since he had expected to see his wife and tosses his bags to the ground.

I feel the heat coming off of the blacktop so get ready for another one.

He moves forward to get acclimated to the room as the door opens and there stands Sara, decked out in her workout gear and sweating profusely, obviously just working out moments before. Her headphones are in her ears and her eyes are focused.

You can treat this like another, all the same, but don’t cry like a bitch when you feel the pain.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Youd on’t think you’re pushing it in the slightest?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m focused Mark, and it’s staying that way.

It’s been a long time coming, and tables turned around because one of us is going, one of us is going down.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: That belt is coming home with me tonight.

The scenes fades slightly and we resume once again to the sight of Sara, this time punching the air before her and rolling her arms. Her Diva’s Championship is firmly at her waist and she is shuffling back and forth. Her hair is falling perfectly at her shoulders and her eyes are focused forward. A soft whisper makes it to her ears.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Are you ready? What’s in your head? Sara[The Center of This Story]: There’s nothing but me up here.

She strikes forward with an uppercut and continues to bounce, stretching out her arms and rolling her neck from left to right.

With my fist in your face and your face on the floor, it’ll be a long time coming, but you’ve got the message now, because I was never going…YOU’RE THE ONE THAT’S GOING DOWN!

Rollin’ hits the speakers and Sara moves forward toward the gorilla position. Would this be her last match with the Diva’s Championship around her waist…?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Get em’ babe.

Before she moved through the curtain to be welcomed by the screaming fans, she looked back to see her husband, who met her eyes. He nodded to her, she nodded back, and they both smiled.

End Roleplay.