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The opportunity was rising just over the horizon, the time was just right and Sara Calaway could just taste the gold, she was having dreams about holding it on her shoulder, she could feel the heat of adrenaline defending it, she could hear her name as champion and see her name in lights. Boiling Point was the place, Dawn Marie was the unlucky bitch that was going to be in her path, and the days were quickly beginning to wind down.
The scene slowly opens to the Meltdown setup. Sara Calaway is already quaintly in the ring, looking out as her opponent Ashley Massaro enters and the match is seemingly about to start. Sara turns around violently to suddenly be attacked, blindsided even by a woman, unknown to her. Dawn Marie, smiling devilishly attacks Sara and sends her sailing to the ground. The camera gets extremely wobbily and dizzy, the bell tolling repeatedly; over and over as Dawn Marie crashes repeatedly onto Sara’s head.
Tell your friends not to think out loud, until they swallow….
Finally Dawn Marie let’s up and jumps out of the ring, slowly backing up to see the mayhem she has just caused. The boo’s are deafening as Sara tries to merely life her head, only to have it drop to the mat.
Whisper things into my brain You always sound so hollow
The EMT’s rush out and surround her, flipping her gently onto her back as worried eyes look on. What will become of Sara Calaway?
The camera cuts out to black and we only hear audio cutting in:
I’ve held this Championship since I defeated Trish back at Wrestlemania 6. I am not about to let you suddenly return and snatch my Championship away.
The camera flashes a bright light and slowly zooms out to reveal Sara Calaway laying at home in her own bed. The words she had just heard are muffled but she can hear them just the same. She attempted to lift her head further but she only lets out a groan and sends her head back to the pillows.
There is immediate rustling in the living room and the door opens slightly, her husband towering in the doorway. He approaches quickly to see her awake and sits on the bed, running a hand through her hair.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Well good morning…how ya feelin’?
Sara[The Center of This Story]: How long have I been out?
He was silent and she gave him a harsh look.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: How long have I been out Mark?
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: A week.
Sara strained her eyes feeling a headache wash over her, or maybe it was the pain of the memory.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: All because of Dawn attacking me before my match?
He nodded.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: We took you to the hospital, they gave me instructions and have someone coming in every day. I should have gotten out there to prevent this…I’m sorry.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s not your fault, it’s my business, I have to be able to handle it.
He looked at her with hard eyes.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You have a match…
She listened quietly, body weak from lying in the same spot for so long.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: The title’s on the line, you have a shot at the title.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Of course, when she blindsided me, when I’m in this condition she’s going to be a coward and put her belt on the line.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I don’t think you should go out there…you could get into a worse condition…it’s only in six days.
Silence hovered and she gritted her teeth as Mark’s cellphone rang from the living room.
There was a squeak from the doorway and the door opened just a bit more, allowing a strand of light to fall onto the bed. There was another squeak and a sound from the other side of the bed, small little claws pawing at the mattress, trying to jump up but only crashing and falling to the ground.
With another leap, the little puppy they had gotten a few weeks ago and already growing, Rot Weiler pup, Tucker stood there on the bed, pawing at her arm and giving her a small nudge with his nose, the phone rang again.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: There’s no way in hell….
She trailed off slightly and picked the pup up and placed him onto her lap.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m going to miss wrestling the bitch and getting her a taste of her own medicine.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Sara you were knocked out on an off for a week, you haven’t even walked…
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Since when have you been the one to not take on a fight?
He inhaled slightly as the cell phone buzzed through the air again.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I’m different…
Sara[The Center of This Story]: How the hell is that?
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I have my….our…pride to protect.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: I have to fight for that same pride…I’m going to beat her senseless; my belt is coming home.
The cell phone went off again.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Go pick up the phone.
He nodded and left the room, returning with an aggravated expression on his face, the cell phone to his ear.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Yea, yea…here she is.
Sara grabbed it cautiously before putting it to her ear.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Hello?
Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: SARA!!! Ze dead guy said that you’re alive!
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Yes Santino, I’m fine.
Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I swear it, the next time I see that Dawna Maria I’m going to punch her in hera jaw! Rightinthe mouth!
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Don’t worry Santino, I’ll be able to do that just fine.
Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: What!? You’re not going after her are you?
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Nope, I have a title match against her at Boiling Point.
Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: SO SOON! Sara you’ll hurt yourself! You’re carazy!
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Crazy…that’s something new.
She shut off the phone before he could utter another syllable, the scene clicking to black as she does so.
The scene opens to the sound of heavy breathing, and only heavy breathing. Our view cuts then to the figure of someone weaving up and down, taking heavy solid punches to their opponent who was, in this case, a large punching bag. Rock music pounds through the above speakers and continues to pound as the fighter turns around, and drains a bottle of water.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I think you need to tone it down.
The woman, Sara looks up at him with anger.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Tone it down? There’s no time to tone anything down.
The Undertaker stands tall, holding the bag in place.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You don’t want to run yourself into the ground.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Oh I won’t, only a few more days and I’ll be able to put all of this to use.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Can we do something tonight, just a night out, just so you can relax…breathe? I wouldn’t mind seeing you smiling either.
Sara fakes a smile and jabs forward.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Sara.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Fine…we’ll do something.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Good, we’ll leave now.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Mark, I’m not done yet.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Go get a shower, get changed, and once we have a few hours out, to relax and have a good time we can come back and I’ll make sure to help push you to get ready.
Sara didn’t seem to have anything to rebut with.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Now go get changed.
The scene fades out.
We fade back in to see the wheels of the truck come to a stop in a parking lot. Zooming out we see the truck has stopped in a local sports bar. The passenger door opens to reveal an astonishing Sara, hair curled and primed, make-up accentuating every part of her face while her clothes hug her breasts and hips perfectly.
The Undertaker gets out of the driver’s seat and lands on his feet, closing the door. They proceed, hand in hand toward the restaurant, soon being seated at a table near the bar.
The two are silent for a few moments.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m so going to take her by surprise, she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Sara…baby, I didn’t bring you’re here to talk about your match…this was to get your mind away from it. But I think that will be fixed in a few seconds…
She stared at him interested.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Why would that be fixed in a few seconds?
The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What?
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Why would that be fixed in a few seconds?
From behind her Sara immediately felt arms surrounding her head into a headlock, bringing her down from the large barstool. Out of reaction Sara hit the attacker strongly with the elbow, the arms becoming unlocked instantly. Sara looked up to see her best friend Tracy, hunched over due to the quick elbow.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: TRACY!!!!
She lunged forward and hugged her tightly as Tracy still winced.
Tracy [The Bestie]: I come to visit you for emotional support and I get an elbow to the gut. Great, thanks Sara.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Trace, I’m on edge, I’m focused. Be glad that you’re still conscious right now.
Tracy [The Bestie]: Wow, it IS bad Mark.
Taker nods and signals the waitress for a drink for Tracy.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: So how long are you staying? Are you up here just for me?
Tracy [The Bestie]: Yea, Mark said you were just focused; you were going to burn yourself out if you didn’t give yourself some breathing room. So I figured this week would be the best time for the best friend to make an appearance.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: You’re definitely coming to the Pay Per View with us!
Tracy [The Bestie]: It’s been a long time since I’ve been backstage but I’m definitely excited to be there for you. But let’s start having fun…a toast even!
Just then the waitress arrived with a few drinks.
Tracy [The Bestie]: Ladies and gentleman! If I could have your attention!
The music dulled down slightly and the chattered ceased momentarily.
Tracy [The Bestie]: I’m not sure if any of you are familiar with World Incorporated Wrestling, but my best friend Sara Calaway is going up against a bitch Dawn Marie this Sunday at Boiling Point! Let’s have a toast, to my best friend, Sara who come Sunday will once again the the WIW Woman’s Champion!
The restaurant cheered and everyone took a drink.
Tracy [The Bestie]: You’re focused Sara…but tonight…we’re getting trashed.
The scene closes to another clink of the glasses and Tracy, Sara, and Taker take a drink.
The scene opens to what looks like the rolling pasture of a cemetery. Headstones are scattered here and there sparingly as we proceed until finally there is absolutely nothing but deep brush. The camera swats the plants and shrubs out of the way until finally coming to an old and rested shed, barely staying up. The door is slightly ajar until a hand, covered in a solid black glove gently pushes it open with a creek. Standing in the opening is Sara, staring with a smirk right at the camera.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s official, this shed and you have a few things in common Dawn.
Sara moves outside of the rundown setup, closing the door behind her.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s old, rustic, on its last run, about to fall apart, ugly both inside and out.
Sara crosses her arms and takes a glance behind her.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: But Dawn, this shed had its run; it had its time. I’m sure it helped someone before, that it was something that someone appreciated, and took care of and actually used. But just like the fans of WIW who looked away from you, the owners of this shed were smart and looked away from it. They found something better, pure-hearted, hell I know the fans would rather admire anyone else other than you Dawn. You’re the lowest of low, blindsiding me before my match with Ashley Massaro, and running off at the mouth like a little kid.
Sara looks up at the sky and runs her fingers through her hair.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: But fact is, I wouldn’t care if you were talking about anyone else. I know that’s how you get off Dawn; your only contentment in the world is talking about the people and traits that you’re jealous of. The reality is Dawn, as soon as I returned and came back to kicking ass; making an impact, and making you realize I was better than you, you turned your words on me.
Sara pauses to look deeply into the camera.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Words aren’t going to cut it Dawn. Words aren’t going to get me off of you when I’m shoving your face into the mat or when I’m shoving your teeth down your throat. Words aren’t going to help you, when you’re down for the three count after a chokeslam, or after a last ride. Words aren’t going to help you, when you’re begging and screaming for it to stop, and words aren’t going to help you when you lose your championship.
She gets up from her crouch and walks to the side of the shed, picking up an axe and holding it with strong hands.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Because when you’re laying there, defeated, possibly unconscious and without your title…I won’t have sympathy for you. I won’t find it sad; I won’t find what I did mean, despite the fact that I am one of the most sympathetic people on this planet. I will be able to care less of the fact that you lost what’s important to you. Because Dawn, I’m taking a step up for myself, and for the fans who are all itching for you to lose that title. Like this shed Dawn, you’re time has come, your last leg and last chance, your last shaky and wobbly whim is over.
Sara takes a heavy swing in the door, causing a huge dent in the side.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Because with one little swing, your whole foundation is crumbling apart, your fake façade is down the drain and what you truly are is exposed. All that strength that you have is nothing but a front. Inside you’re nothing more than a shivering weak nobody.
Sara swings again knocking out the left wall, and again on the roof, causing it to collapse roughly, in minutes the whole shed is completely destroyed. Breathing increased, Sara continues.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: If I remember correctly Dawn, you said that my time has come and gone, that one run as WIW Woman’s Champion was enough, that 2007, as WIW Woman’s Champ of the year, was supposed to keep me content. You’re the one that’s going to have to be content because at Boiling Point, it’s going to end. So you beat Trish Stratus, congratulations I’ve done it before too. But we’ve never gone head to head Dawn, and I hope you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into.
Sara smiles and drops the axe, only to pull out a single match from her jeans pocket.
Sara[The Center of This Story]: Your career, that you think is flourishing so well in actuality is slipping from your grasp…and is about to blow up in flame.
She lights the match and throws it into the pit of the destruction, apparently gasoline being spilled all over it, causing the fire to spread quickly.