Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly! Kelly wait!

Our scene cuts to the outside of the arena where we last held Meltdown. Kelly Kelly seems to be walking very quickly to her car. Sara Calaway is dressed in street clothes now and chases behind her quickly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly I heard what Randy said out there, will you let me talk to you a minute?

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: I’m sure you did, and I’ll give you a minute.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly you can’t be thinking that I would do anything bad toward you, if anything I’m helping you.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: Or are you just helping yourself Sara? I mean really, what’s better than to have someone watching your back when you have the title? What would happen if you didn’t have someone watching your back for you?

Sara inhaled deeply and gave a worried look to her friend.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kelly, I saw potential in you…I see potential in you now. I’ve gotten you THIS far and I’m sure as hell determined to get you to where you can be champion one day. Randy said one thing right tonight….

Kelly flashes Sara a look as she slams the trunk of her car before snapping at Sara.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: And what would THAT be?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You don’t have what it takes to be champion YET…just YET, Kel, you’re beyond close to it…it’s right at your fingertips.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: Maybe I should just start putting myself first instead of you.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Which you should be doing. But Randy Orton is a snake Kelly…you can’t trust him, you can’t put yourself in that situation. If anything that would be ruining your chances, ruining what you’ve accomplished this far.

Kelly was silent and just shook her head and walked to the driver’s seat.

Kelly Kelly[So Nice, Just Say It Twice]: Mark my words, friends or not Sara…within the next few months, that title is going to be mine.

Kelly looks to be nearly breaking down before getting into the driver’s seat and driving out of the parking lot. Sara runs her hands through her hair in agitation before turning around and walking back inside of the arena.

S C E N E T W O – You’re Teaming With Who?

The scene opens to one of the many hotel lobbies scattered near the nearby airport. Sara Calaway is sitting on one of the comfortable couches, sipping on a coffee. Her best friend Tracy is sitting next to her typing rapidly on the laptop.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m really worried about Kel, Trace. She’s been given the opportunity to go down the wrong path here and it just won’t end well.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Sara, you can’t worry about Kelly. At the end of the day it’s going to come down to her ultimate decisions and what she has to deal with. I’m surprised by now that you haven’t noticed that friendships in wrestling just don’t last. Egos get too big and just explode…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: It happened with me and Trish, but I didn’t think it would happen with me and Kell.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Either way you just have to focus on you….

Tracy trails off and cocks her head slightly to the right, re-reading what she had just found on the laptop screen.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Oh shit Sara…no way.

Sara frowns.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: What is it Trace?

Tracy [The Bestie]: I just found out who you’re opponents are going to be next week….Trish and Paul Burchill.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: A handicap match what the hell?

Tracy [The Bestie]: No, a tag match; your partner is Batista.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Oh great, after that issue a few months ago…Mark is going to blow a gasket.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Well now that he’s champion he’s probably matured Sara…I mean…you wouldn’t introduce me would you?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Trace, you’re not single…Santino ring a bell?

Tracy smirks and laughs a bit.

Tracy [The Bestie]: I don’t see a ring on this finger.

She chuckles a bit more before bringing her hair behind her ears and bringing up a picture of Dave Batista.

Tracy [The Bestie]: I mean…look at the man…just…sexy. I mean god Sara he IS gorgeous.

Sara rolls her eyes as they hear slight laughing from behind them.

Batista[The Animal]: I mean hell, I’d go gay for THAT guy.

Sara and Tracy both turn violently around, Tracy turning a shade of pink while Sara gets to her feet.

Batista[The Animal]: How are ya’ partner?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Just fine Dave…look, I don’t want anything to do with your during the match, we’re going out there…doing what we have to do and leaving.

Batista[The Animal]: My exact thoughts…next week I couldn’t give a shit about what happens to you and Trish, it’s none of my business and I could care less. What’s of real importance is my revenge on Paul Burchill…which I will get.

He inhales heavily before rolling his arms slightly.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Yea, I’m sure, I’m glad we both understand that….

Tracy [The Bestie]: I’m sure you guys will do great…really.

Batista smirks and approaches Tracy slightly.

Batista[The Animal]: You think so?

Tracy nods and Batista chuckles.

Batista[The Animal]: Well you know what? It’s not even a fuckin’ question of THINKING, it’s about KNOWING, and that’s a damn guarantee that I’ll kick Paul Burchill’s ass all over the ring. Now if you can handle Trish or not is a different story…Ms. Sara Calaway.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You’re not the only champion around here Dave.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: DavA Batista!

Tracy, Sara, and Batista look upward to see Santino a few floors up, pointing down and yelling.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: You STAYA away from my girlfriend and the DIVAS Champione!

Santino races to the see-through glass elevator, crossing his arms and looking with an angry face in their direction.

Batista laughs and looks at Tracy.

Batista[The Animal]: You…are dating…him?

He seemingly can’t control his laughter as the doors open and Santino dramatically sprints to the place where they are standing.

Batista[The Animal]: Sorry I have to see you again pipsqueak…get outta my face or I’ll have to show you how a real man kicks ass.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Threats don’t scara me Mr. Baptista, Mr. Deadguy does that all the time.

Batista[The Animal]: Mr. Deadguy…haha…really? If I was Mr….Deadguy, I would have taken you out a long fuckin’ time ago.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: You shoulda be thankful I didn’t open up a can of the asswhip on you a few months ago when you were a-cornering Sara. You woulda never been champione and you wouldn’t be here right now.

Batista[The Animal]: Don’t get your panties in a bunch Santino, it’s not my fault that you’re girlfriend finds me ridiculously irresistible, even if, all the women want me anyway. Hell Sara, I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to drop your husband…sorry about your luck.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: It shouldn’t be her luck that you should be worried about right now.

Batista looks over his shoulder and his face brightens into a smile.

Batista[The Animal]: Hey big man…welcome to the party. I guess you’ve heard by now…

Taker crosses his arms slowly and waits for an explanation.

Batista[The Animal]: Me and your wife are teaming next week.

Taker instinctively growls and inhales before exhaling deeply.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Dave…I swear…to god…if something happens to her because of your stupidity…

Batista[The Animal]: What happens to your WIFE, is no concern of mine Taker. I’m in there to do what I have to do and nothing more or less than that. I’m not going to put my neck on the line so your precious little jewel won’t get scratched. I wouldn’t even care if she ended up in the hospital because of what happens in that match, I could care less if Trish Stratus totally kicks her ass, I wouldn’t even care if Sara is the one that totally destroys. I’m in there for me, only me, as it should be. I won’t lose sleep no matter what happens…to her. That’s all that matters big man, it’s what it takes to be successful…but wait, do you even know about success lately?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Don’t encourage me Dave, I already want to snap your neck in two. You’re the reason why I have to deal with Santino frickin’ Marella constantly gabbing my ear off, day in and day out. Do you understand how I’ve come so close to jumping off the deep end because of him? Who do I have to blame for that? You, its reason enough to want to beat you down so bad that you wouldn’t even be able to compete next week. But my wife needs a partner…so I guess I’ll give you a pass; if you leave now.

Batista[The Animal]: Well Taker she doesn’t have much of a life partner so why would she need one next week? But I will leave…I’m a champion, I don’ t need to be around this motley crew.

Batista turns and winks at Tracy before walking off, leaving Taker with closed fists and his breathing picking up.

Sara stands next to her husband attempting to calm him down.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: You have to be careful…extra…careful, if you’re at the wrong place at the wrong time, you could get in the middle-.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m not some dumb valet Mark accompanying you to the ring, I’ve Diva’s Champion, give me some credit.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: I worry.

He hugs her and kisses the top of her head.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Tracy, I sweara to god, if he woulda said one more word I woulda slugged him a good one and he woulda be unaconscious on this lobby floor, they’d be acalling the amboolances.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: One day I’m going to knock you a good one and you’re going to unAconcious.

Sara smirks and our scene slowly fades on Taker’s solid and worried face, wishing that he was the partner instead of Dave Batista.

S C E N E T H R E E – We Do Have Something In Common

Our scene opens to a beautiful Saturday afternoon, right about 4 p.m. The sun is slowly starting to fade over the horizon but is still shining strong. We focus on the Calaway residence, specifically outside where the many motorcycles owned by The Undertaker and his wife Sara are out. Sara is scrubbing one of them with detail as we get a bit closer.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Everything in life needs to be tuned up, maintained, and tested. Even these motorcycles, our pride and joys, that we spend thousands of dollars for, need to be sparkled up to look their very best. They don’t just stay at their best, they need to be constantly taken care of, need to be given attention, to really flourish. As Diva’s Champion, I feel I’m always at my best, and this week isn’t any different than the one before it, or the one ahead of it.

Dave Batista and myself, we don’t see eye to eye very well and we definitely aren’t friends. We don’t exchange Christmas cards and we don’t say hi to one another when we pass in the hallway. Despite the fact that my husband wouldn’t mind pound him into the ground, we do have one thing in common. We are champions.

Sara sits on the motorcycle, but still has both legs and her body facing the camera.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: We are at the top of the pile and that tells you something, that tells you that we…are…the best. We have the talent, the skill, the dedication, the tuning, the maintenance, the discipline, the determination and the heart. Dave Batista and myself are not in the match because we are a team, we are in this match together to take care of our personal business and the people in charge of Meltdown had to execute it creatively. I’m not getting involved in Dave’s situation, and he’s not getting involved in mine. Period.

On Meltdown that situation, that issue, that problem, once again is Trish Stratus. Finally, Dawn Marie is off of my back, but Trish Stratus seems to be filling her place. Trish has the title opportunity at the next Pay Per View, but the Pay Per View is coming earlier. I’m not saving anything for this Pay-Per View, I’m putting it out there; I’m laying it all out on the line, like I do every single time I go out there. Trish, we’ve met one on one enough times for you to know that this will not be a cakewalk, and may the best woman win…as usual.

These new factors of Dave Batista and Paul Burchill do not scare or sway me, and instead…I’m looking forward to this match. I wish everyone, a sincere..good luck. I can only speak for myself, but I know for sure; we’re bringing the damn house down.

Sara swings her leg over the motorcycle, revs up the engine and tears off of the spot the bike had been resting, the newly washed motorcycle shining perfectly in the sun beams as the scene fades.

End Roleplay.