Sara Calaway was poised ever so perfectly after her match, just watching the interview that was being taken place. Body coated with a layer of sweat from her match moment ago with Lita, she kept her eye on Dawn Marie, championship gold ever so perfectly placed on her shoulder, make up applied perfectly to accentuate just the right highlights of her face.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Gimme the time of day bitch and I will gladly show you how good I am. She whispered.

Dawn spat such words at Maria and Sara held onto whatever she could find to prevent her from ambushing her from behind. Dawn Marie came Sara’s direction and Sara took a step forward before being yanked back and behind the wall. She looked up to see her husband towering over her.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: What were you about to do?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Nothing.

Sara rolled her eyes and attempted to look around the corner to see where Dawn had gone.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Sara, you were about to do something stupid!

Sara[The Center of This Story]: If you call making an impact and a statement…stupid.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Have you been paying attention? Just because she’s diva’s champ doesn’t mean she isn’t that…diva law…thing…anymore. You could lose your chances at a shot…at least anytime soon.

Sara was silent and exhaled silently.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Exactly…I was looking for you after your match but you snuck off to watch her have her interview? You don’t need to resort to those things babe. But…congrats for winning your match…I gotta to mine now.

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

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: That…Raven…guy he’s been trying to make things personal with adding you into the equation.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Kick his ass…please?

He chuckled slightly and nodded before gently pressing his lips to her forehead. He then quickly turned around and viciously punched the air, approaching the gorilla position to enter the arena, perfect timing as his music was beginning to play.

His words hadn’t calmed Sara down any, and after her match with Lita her adrenaline was still high, she needed to get out some repented anger and she quickly headed off down the hall.

S C E N E T W O – My Name Is

The scene opens again to Sara Calaway, dashing on the treadmill at top speeds. Sweat drips off of her and falls onto the equipment, but it doesn’t seem to faze her as she continues on. She grabs her water bottle that rattles uncontrollably on the machine. She keeps up the pace for minutes on end, the silence being interrupted only by the treadmill buzzing. She continues on, her music drumming in her ears, keeping her going step by step….until suddenly she lost her footing.

With a crash her forearms caught her first and quickly the machine pushed her off and sent her rolling to the ground, still running while she sat there stunned. Her breathing was laborious and she was sweating uncontrollably. She rolled on the floor and looked to her forearms, what looked like rug burns now painted there. She held them strongly as the gym door opened.

???: Are you okay?

Sara looked up to see an unfamiliar face, someone she hadn’t ever seen in the WIW Locker room or in competition. Sara struggled to get up, her legs weak and wobbly she was cautious as she turned her back to him and reached over the treadmill to turn it off.

???: I mean I’m just wondering…it’d be nice for a response…yanno.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I’m fine…who are you?

???: Well it sure doesn’t look like it…my name is Santino Marella and you…are…

He said his words ever so confidently, even if Sara looked at him to not have much of a reason to.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Sara Calaway….and nice to meet you…Santeeno.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: That’s SANTINO but it’s okay, I’ll let it pass. It seems that you and the treadmill here got into a bit of a little scuffle huh? The treadmill looks like it won.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Glad you noticed.

Sara rolled her eyes, grabbed her bottle of water from the treadmill and walked over to her pair of sparring gloves settled against the wall.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I didn’t mean for it to be a what do you call it…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: An insult?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Lookie here missy Calahan…

Sara puts on her gloves and straps them tightly before approaching the punching tool in the form of a rubber man, ready for her punching. She took another gulp of water before swishing it around in her mouth and put it down on the ground.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Excusa me…

Sara snapped her fist forward and knocked the man in the face, causing him to rock back and come back for recoil, only for it to receive an uppercut. Sara turned around and put an arm on the top of the man’s head, looking at Santino and smiling.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Are you listening to me? What is soo funny?

Sara laughed loudly and only straightened up before looking over Santino’s shoulder…a large shadow being cast over him.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Is there a problem here?

Santino turned around wildly and fell immediately to the floor to see who was in the gym, before stumbling back up to his feet, leaving Sara laughing uncontrollably and Taker smirking.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: NO…no not a problem whatsoever Mr. Zahdead guy…I was just having a nice PRIVATE conversatione with the lovely Ms. Canallay over here.

Santino turned around to give Sara a smirk before walking over to her and putting his arm awkwardly over her shoulders.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: I don’t believe either of us…invited you to this partay…did you Sally? I sure did NOT. Plus don’t you have better things to do…like cleaning the caskets, dressing the dead bodies…making them all pretty huh? HUH!?

Taker stood there momentarily before stepping forward, Santino quickly stepping in front of Sara acting as some type of protection.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: Run, run Ms. Calahan! I will take care of this…this MONSTA!

Taker approached and stopped a few feet ahead of Santino.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Who are you?

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: SantINNOOO Marella! Run, run Sally!

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Mr. Marella…

Quickly he grabbed Santino’s shirt collar and brought him forward.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: WHAT, what are you doing?

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I suggest you keep away from my WIFE before I shove your teeth down your throat.

Santino choked violently before Taker let him go, only to stumble backwards and fall into the wall behind Sara.

Santino Marella[Unlikely Italian Ally]: WIFE-A?!

Out of embarrassment Santino quickly sprinted out of the gym leaving Sara and Taker behind.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Might have scarred him for life.

Sara rolled her eyes and slowly approached, shaking her head and still smiling over Santino’s antics.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: He had me laughing good…

Sara shook her head laughing some more.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Haven’t seen you laugh like that for awhile….I have a feeling that he might try and win you over.

He pouted, seemingly frustrated and angry over the thought.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Oh does Santino intimidate ZEDEAD Guy?

She approached and he wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly and lifting her up the ground and chuckling.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Yes, I can’t let the mighty Santino steal you from me….gotta keep a close eye on him.

He slowly let her down and Sara rolled her eyes again before he grabbed her forearms and lifted them up to see the agitated skin from the treadmill.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Whoa…this didn’t happen during your match?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Fell on the treadmill…I used to be able to get through a whole mile at that speed but lost it...halfway through.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: You just gotta get back into the swing of things…you’ll get back to where you were…

Sara[The Center of This Story]: I can’t go about challenging for championships if I’m not in my prime again!

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: Says who?

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Well…well ME! Why do you think I haven’t done anything to Dawn Marie? Haven’t made a statement? I just…feel like I need to prove myself again…like I need to show that I still have it…to not only everyone else and Dawn…but me.

Sara quickly turned toward the rubber man and took another powerful jab, this time to the ribs. Taker chuckled and walked behind her.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: I taught you right…not many people realize…or understand…that you should have to work for things. But Sara…you’ve been Woman’s Champion, you don’t need to prove-

Sara[The Center of This Story]: But I do…and I will…whoever I’m fighting next week will just be another example…another reason…as to why and how I still have it. Another win…another victory….that sounds so good.

Taker smiled and shook his head.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: It does…but I think we’re both exhausted…we both won our matches, and have next week to focus on now. I don’t know about you but being off the card at Mania wasn’t so great.

He inhaled heavily and watched as Sara gathered her things and took off her gloves, getting ready to leave.

Sara[The Center of This Story]: Yea…I didn’t enjoy that too much either.

Taker nodded as they both turned to head out the door and go to the hotel.

The Undertaker[A Badass America]: All this talk with Santino and you didn’t even say anything about my match!

The scene slowly fades as Sara awkwardly avoids the question and they both exit down the hallway.