The scene opens backstage at Joe Louis Arena. Inside the women's locker room. Outside in the arena itself, Reloaded has already begun. But here, we see Sara, alone, staring into the full length mirror on the wall. She has on the gear she had picked up from her home in Ozone Park, New York. It's her mother's old wrestling gear. She has had to use it because of the fact that her own gear was stolen from her last week, and having to pay for the new RWA T.V. Title belt, which is laying on the bench behind her, has made her have to cut back on any kind of unnecessary spending. But now as she looks at herself in the mirror, she comes face to face with a few facts.
Once again her Pettis genetics have betrayed her. She never took into account that her mother, being built as she was, stood at 6 feet, and weighed 140 something pounds of pure muscle. The wrestling gear that Sara wears now hangs off of her, 5 foot 6 inch, 100 and 12 pound frame. It really looks to her like she's wearing an old set of hand me downs. She sighs, at the fact that the top doesn't look like it did when her mother wore it, with the word "ICE" proudly displayed across her bosom. Instead it sags down, hanging in the general area of her lower rib cage, and upper stomach. The shorts keep feeling like they might slide down at any minute right now, even with the matching white leather wrestling belt pulled as tight as she possible around her waist. Sara decides against using any of it. She looks at herself in the mirror again before she begins to disrobe.
"I guess that was a stupid idea." Sara tells herself in the mirror, "No matter what you do, you'd never be able to fill her shoes."
Sara walks over to the bag that the gear was in, and opens up and dumps out the street clothes inside. When she does she notices pill bottle fall out of one of the side pockets. Sara looks at it puzzled, not knowing where it came from. She reads the label and sees that the pills are over thirteen years old. Its a prescription of pain medication given to her mother. She opens it, and notices the bottle is 3/4 full. She takes one out of bottle, and stares at it in her hand. Suddenly, a voice echoes in the room.
"Put those down, they aren't for you."
It's a familiar voice, and causes Sara to turn around, to see if she can find the other person in the room, and stops when she sees the reflection in the mirror isn't that of herself. Instead she sees a woman, with blonde hair, standing in the mirror dressed in the attire that Sara is wearing now. She drops the pill bottle and rubs her eyes, unsure of what she is looking at. She steps to the mirror, and brings her hand up to the glass, as the woman on the other side does the same. "No, thats impossible. Pull yourself together." She tells herself. She turns around again and sees that the reflection is again herself, and she sighs a bit. But at the same time, can't help but feel a little disappointed.
I must be starting to lose it. I'm hearing voices, and seeing things. What is going on with me lately? I must have put too much of a load on myself lately. I mean, lord only knows why I decided to join the Lethal Lottery in SFT, while defending the RWA T.V. Title every week. And the flying back and forth to L.A. from New York, and L.A. to Alaska, and back to New York, and Detroit, I must not be getting enough sleep or something. That has to be it.
I entered the Lethal Lottery because it might be a chance to do something mom never did in SFT. Win the SFT Title. Yes, I realize that I have to make it too the finals first, and when I get there, I have to beat Havoc. But I have a feeling our paths are going to cross in the near future anyway, in RWA. Might as well make it cross over two companies. But the fact is, in the next week, I'm going to have four matches, two defending my T.V. Title in RWA, the first round of the Lethal Lottery in SFT, and a House Show match against Sean, which is going to be hard, considering I haven't seen or heard from him in god knows how long.
The names that have been placed against me are some of the best this business has ever known. Nathan Gust, Felix Bayermann, Johnny Legend, and I still don't even know who I'm defending against next week, provided I retain the title tonight. I must be going crazy, because no sane person would put a kind of load like that on themselves, especially considering how unexperienced I am in the ring. Now I understand why mom, and dad took medication.
I just need to calm down though, and worry about tonight. Worry about what I have to do with Nate, and get it done. I don't want to lose this title again. I want to validate the fact that I've been holding it for the last week, and I want to show the world that I have what it takes to compete against some of these people that others seem to think I'm ready to fight against. I just need to have confidence in myself, thats all. I mean, someone else obviously has confidence in me. Who knows, maybe I need to go through all of this for a reason. Maybe, maybe this is all just part of the world testing me, to make sure that I know what I've gotten myself into. Maybe this is all just fate telling me to make sure I know that this, this is really what I should do for the rest of my life. But I for some reason, right now, it feels more right then it ever has over the past two months that I've been doing this. And while I may come out of this week, battered, and bruised, and sore. I'll be able to say to myself, that I did it. I survived it, and that I deserve to be in the positions that I am in.
The scene is back in the locker room. Sara is sitting on the bench, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, and an old Fire and Ice t-shirt of her mothers. She looks over at the gear her mother used to wear, folded on the bench neatly. She looks back at the mirror, at herself, and whispers, "Not yet, but someday." before getting up, to go battle with her friend, and mentor Nathan Gust.
End...