The Baddest Bitch In The Yard
Name: Sara Calaway
Marital Status: .
Married To The Undertaker Theme: .
‘Rollin’ by Limp Bizkit Hometown: Long Beach, California
Height/Weight: 5’10”/125lbs
Allies:N/A
<3Info about me <3
Name: Jess
Age: 18
Marital Status: Single
Hobbies: Wrestling, Writing, Friends

Statistics
Signed Contract: Meltdown
Record [W/L/D]: 7/1/1
Next Match: vs. Maryse @ Meltdown
Achievements:Current Diva’s Champion (X1) WIW Woman’s Champ (X1)
Contact Information
E-Mail: Phenom4Ever@aol.com
AIM: Phenom4Ever

Legal Disclaimer
I am in no way affiliated with Sara Calaway, the WWE, TNA, or any other superstars/divas mentioned. Don’t steal my work…I’ll come after you!
Foreword :

Dawn Marie had tried to trick her way into retaining her championship. She had done all she could, she had fought her very best, pushed it to her own limits, but it hadn’t been enough. Sara Calaway was not only able to out endure the former Diva’s Champion but she was also able to out think her. Using the chair against Dawn, who had brought it into the ring, Sara was able to get the pinfall and the WIW universe celebrated with her.

S C E N E O N E –SOO HOTTT

The feeling was beyond comprehendible. With the lights shining down and the crowd a mere blur, her hand was raised in victory and the piece of gold, still with Dawn Marie’s nameplate glowed right along with her. Swinging herself out of the ring, Sara could hear the pleas and cries from her defeated opponent. Has she had said before, she wasn’t sad for her, she wasn’t going to sympathize with her, she wasn’t going to give her another chance, she wasn’t going to talk nice, Dawn Marie was dead to Sara and it was going to stay that way. As she proceeded to the back Dawn’s screeching voice squawked through the speakers but it didn’t faze her. She knew who would be waiting on the other side of the tunnel. Nearly moving herself to a sprint she jumped back out into the hallway to see her husband standing there, a smile so proud on his face.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: You did absolutely fantastic.

She wrung her arms behind his neck and kissed him brightly before being yanked off of him by her best friend Tracy. Her squeals echoed through the hallway and she hugged Sara tightly.

Tracy [The Bestie]: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!!

Tracy was being outshouted however by Santino who came up behind them both. Jumping up and down he too was squealing.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: OH MY GODDDDD! Saraaaa! You did it girl, girl power! Can I hold it?

Sara looked down at it, not wanting to let her newly one piece of gold go just yet.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Please can I hold it now…please…please?

Tracy [The Bestie]: ME FIRST Santino!

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I’ll arm wrestle you for it.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Ladiesssss.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Excusa me? Do I look like a laday to you?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Don’t make me answer that, look I say we get out of here because I’m sure Dawn Marie is going to scoot her little ugly bitch ass back here and we don’t wanna confrontation. *Looks around* Where’s Sara?

Sara was over to the side, watching one of the larger televisions of what was happening on stage.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: The bitch is gone…she’s no longer Diva Law.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Hell yea!

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Glad someone had the sense to get her out of here. Now you don’t have to worry about her babe, the WIW is your molding ground. You’re at the top of pile.

Sara smiled and lifted the championship to her shoulder, before slamming her hand against it hard.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’ll always worry about her…I worry and keep everyone that I’ve fought in the back of mind. I try not to be surprised by anything. Dawn will always be in the back of my head, I’ll remember not to trust her and to never believe a word she says. The eyes on the back of my head will always be watching.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: That sounds like a good move.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Yea, being at the top of the pile means more than just having gold on your shoulder. It means being the one everyone wants to get to. It feels good to be the target again.

Sara smiled again before turning to her loved ones.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Let’s get outta here.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Yea…let’s blow the joint.

Santino is taken off guard as Taker grabs Santino’s shirt collar.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Don’t hurt me, don’t do it!

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Don’t say that ever again.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: You got it Mr. Deadguy.

Taker pushes Santino forward and Sara’s small group of family and friends slowly disappear down the hallway.

The scene fades out as we zoom up on Sara, walking and looking down at the belt. She smiles and puts it over her shoulder as we fade out.

We open back up to see the same cluster of people, sitting around a table, empty cups all around and uproarious laughter. Even The Undertaker had a nonchalant chuckling to him. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal the restaurant our group has wound up in; Hooters.

Tracy [The Bestie]: LADIES and GENTLEMEN, if I could please have your attention please!

There were still slight murmurs but the restaurant slightly died down; the speakers still buzzed with whatever classic rock CD was in and Tracy was the only one that was being paid attention to. She stood atop a set of stairs looking out into the bar area.

Drunk Bastard #1[Shitfaced]: You goooo sexayyy mommaaa! What you got to tell us?!

Drunk Bastard #2[Shitfaced]: Are you going to be a Hooter’s girl!?

Tracy [The Bestie]: Nahhh, now just listen up! I’m sure you are all familiar with World Incorporated Wrestling, their big pay per view, Boiling Point was this evening!

The crowd clapped slightly as Tracy continued.

Tracy [The Bestie]: My best friend, Sara, beat a bitch from hell, Dawn Marie, to win her Diva’s Championship!!! Stand up Sara.

Sara got up from her chair and waved to everyone who began to clap again.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Sara would you like to say anything?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Well, I hope you all tune in on Monday nights from now on, because the diva’s division is about to get shaken up!

Drunk Bastard #1[Shitfaced]: HOOOOTERS, I’d like to shake up your titties champ!

Taker got up out of his seat and looked through the crowd.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Which drunken bastard said that? I’ll knock your teeth down your throat.

The room became silent until one idiot whispered under his breath.

Drunk Bastard #1[Shitfaced]: It sure as hell wasn’t me.

Taker stepped forward but Sara put a hand on his forearm.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You don’t need to hurt any drunks tonight.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: You sure about that baby?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: For me…just please.

Taker sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair before harshly sitting back down on the stool. Sara kissed him proudly on the cheek and stood with her arm around his neck. The rest of the room

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Yeaaaa Mr. Deadguyyy, there’s no need to screw with anyone around here.

Santino who hadn’t said much, and who had had his fair share of alcohol wobbled on his chair as he said such.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I, I, MEEEE, Santino Marella, will t—t-take care of this. Just, just watch.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Santino, no, no, no.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I….can do it….OH MY GODDD.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: What Santino?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: THIS IS MY SONG!!!

Taker put a hand over his eyes and rubbed them, laughing as Santino realized what song was blasting through the speakers.

You’ve got a body like the devil and you smell like sex!

Santino got up on one of the table stools and then up on the table, dancing as the song proceeded.

I can tell your trouble, but I'm still obsessed!

Because you know you're so hott!

I wanna get you alone...so hott

I wanna get you stoned...so hott

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Oh…my….godddddd.

Santino proceeds to shake, turn and move in ways very feminine, sending Sara, Taker, Tracy and the rest of the restaurant into uproarious laughter.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: We have to record this.

Taker digs into his pocket to look for his phone, only to find that he left it outside in the car.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: I left the phone outside in the car, you guys have video recording?

Sara and Tracy both shook their heads no and Taker quickly got up out of his seat to race to the car.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Come on Sara, why don’t you get up here and join me huhhh?

He dipped forward and “seductively,” ran a finger down his chest.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: That’s okay Santino…I’m fine.

The crowd continued to cheer for Santino.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Come…onnnn, it’s all a party, a party of fun. Get up here.

Afraid that he would stop if she didn’t get up and they wouldn’t have any footage, Sara got up on the table too, swinging with Santino and far more superior in movement.

You like the kiss of death

Like the hand of fame

I can tell your trouble

But i still wanna taste

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: We always have such a good time with one another!!!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Oh yea Santino, all the time.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I knew you’d agree, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable Tracy….

Santino put an arm over Sara’s shoulder and leaned down to pick up his drink before taking a swig.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Tracy, I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I just find your friend here, Sara…veryyyy attractive.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Santino, I don’t think it’s me who you have to worry about…

With that Santino dipped Sara down, unexpected Sara lost control and was in absolute control of Santino’s hold. He pressed his lips against hers, causing her to struggle ridiculously. The camera focuses to the background, to see a very angered, Undertaker just coming through the front door. Tracy eyed him, and knew he must have been steaming.

Tracy [The Bestie]: SANTINO GET DOWN FROM THE TABLE!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Santino, get…get off.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: We were meant to be with one another…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Damn alcohol.

Tracy [The Bestie]: SANTINO NOW, GET DOWN NOW!!!

But it was too late, The Undertaker was already half way through the crowd.

Tracy approached, trying to talk him out of doing anything irrational.

Tracy [The Bestie]: MARK! Calm down, he’s not thinking straight!

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: When is the fucker’s thinking straight!? I’m going to knock his face in.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Mark…really? Come on, think about this.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Get Sara off of there, get him off of her, and maybe I’ll reconsider.

Tracy turned to get Santino, only to see him again try to kiss Sara. Tracy tried to turn back to Taker but he was already around her and had grabbed the collar of Santino’s shirt, sending him crashing to the floor, sending beer bottles and drinks shattering down with him.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: What the hell you thinking Santino!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: MARK!

Restraining himself from doing more, Taker showed himself the exit as the room fell silent. Sara jumped down off the table, and leaned over to Santino who had taken a heavy fall.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You okay?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I think I’m ready….to go back to the hotel.

With help from the last few sober gentlemen nearby, Sara and Tracy got Santino into the rental car outside, Taker sitting on one of the benches near the exit, staring into nowhere. After Santino was safely mumbling to himself in the car with Tracy keeping him company, Sara approached and sat on his lap.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: You could have hurt him very bad you know.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: I’m quite aware of what I could have done…it’s what I didn’t do that pisses me off. She shook her head and put it in the crook of his neck.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I can never predict your next move ya know?

He rolled his eyes and for a few moments there was nothing but silence.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: So much for your first night as champ again huh?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: We never do anything dull do we?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: Hell no, that would be boring.

She laughed slightly and got up, holding his hand as if leading him off the bench.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Come on, drive us all back to the hotel so he can get into bed.

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: I’m fuckin’ terrorizing his ass tomorrow morning. He thinks he’s sleeping this shit off? I don’t think so.

Sara shook her head at him and our scene fades away.

S C E N E T W O –INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGER

The scene opens to the closing of a hotel room door. There stands Sara and Tracy, leaving Santino passed out cold on his hotel room bed. Both exhale heavy and walk over to their room only a few paces away.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Whatta night huh? Who woulda thought that just a few hours ago you beat the bitch.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: It’s a pretty great feeling…I can’t believe Santino though, that he would push himself on me…

Tracy [The Bestie]: Yea…Mark almost blew a gasket.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I would never tell Mark that it bothered me though, if I did, it would just make things 20 times worse. I’m pretty sure he’d come close, if not absolutely kill Santino.

Tracy [The Bestie]: How exactly has Santino stuck around with you guys so long?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: He got me out of a bind with Batista a few weeks ago. I’ll be honest if Santino hadn’t been there I’m not sure what he would have done…

Tracy [The Bestie]: Then he must care…alcohol does crazy things Sara.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I know but it’s going to be so, so, awkward.

They proceeded into the room to see Taker laying on the bed, flipping through the channels on the television.

Tracy [The Bestie]: Let me update the site a bit, did you see the new layout?

Tracy pulled up her laptop and woke it from sleep mode, and sat on the floor, leaning up against the bed.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Nope not at all.

Tracy [The Bestie]: I’ll show you, first let me see if they have your opponent listed…andddd oh lookie!

Sara jumped on the bed and looked over Tracy’s shoulder.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Who’s that?

Tracy [The Bestie]: Maryse? Let’s google it!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Yea, yea, yea, same old same old, super model, diva search, finally living the dream.

Sara rolled her eyes and got up off the bed to her belt sitting with her luggage bags, they had put her nameplate on it before she had left the arena.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: But I don’t discriminate you know, because what was I when I first came onto the WIW roster? A wrestler’s wife with a dream….right?

The Undertaker[A Badass American]: You were the Undertaker’s wife, I taught you a lot damn it. Most divas that come in now, have no idea how much strive it takes…or what the hell they’re doing for that matter.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Doesn’t matter, I was accepted. Those fans took me in, and have been behind me ever since. I had to work for my spot though and that’s what I’m going to make these divas do, and this Maryse will be the first one to understand it.

Tracy [The Bestie]: That’s the spirit!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Oh but I’m serious, what I said at the restaurant tonight is absolutely legit. The diva’s division has a new leader and it’s time to see some crazy shit.

The scene fades out to Sara once again look down at her belt…and whispering.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Meltdown’s the beginning.

End Roleplay.