The scene opens in Nome, Alaska, in the home of Sara, and Kotomi Pettis. Kotomi and Sara are both watching, and waiting for the start of WWE RAW, you know, just to check in on the competition.

Instead of the typical RAW opening, the empty arena in Corpus Christi, Texas is shown, and the lone Vince McMahon is standing in the center of the ring. He goes on to begin the infamous intro, announcing the passing of Chris Benoit, his wife Nancy, and his son Daniel. As the video of Benoit's career begins, Sara turns off the t.v. and sits in silence. Kotomi looks over at Sara, puzzled.

"Why did you turn it off?" Kotomi asks, "Did you know him?"

"No." Sara responds, "I...I just can't watch wrestling tribute shows. I didn't watch Eddie's, or Owen Hart's. I...I just can't do them..." She adds before she begins to lose her barrings.

Sara gets up from the couch, and goes to the back door. She opens is quickly and steps out the back before Kotomi has a chance to say anything else. Seeing the tribute took her back, twelve years ago...

The scene opens, Sara and Jane are sound asleep in their shared bedroom in the Schorg house. It's about 4 am. Sounds can be heard from the upstairs bed room above theirs, but the girls don't even begin to budge. It isn't until the loud sirens and flashing red lights near the house that they each begin to get pulled from their slumbers. The sirens get closer and closer until they stop outside the girl's bedroom window. Jane's bed is positioned directly under the window, but Sara is the first one completely up and out of bed. She climbs onto her step-sister's bed, and climbs over her.

"Hey! Get off my bed!" Jane yells at Sara as she crawls over her.

"I just wanna see." The young Sara tells her, as she pulls herself up to the window.

As she looks out the window, she sees the EMTs get out of an ambulance marked "Ozone Park Fire and Rescue" thats parked in the street in front of her house. She sees them jog towards the front door, when suddenly she hears her step-father open the front door and scream at them...

"SHE'S NOT BREATHING! PLEASE! PLEASE HURRY!"

The EMTs go from their jogging with their emergency kits, to a full run as they follow Will into the house. Sara and Jane jump down from Jane's bed, and run to their bedroom door. They open it, and hear the sounds of three sets of feet thundering up the stairs, and down the hall above them. Immediately they take off towards the stairs themselves. They're stopped in their tracks by the sound of the twins wailing in their pen in their room. Jane looks at Sara, and nods for her to go up the stairs. Sara takes off again, going up the stairs as fast as her six year old legs would let her. She gets to her parents bed room, and stops, looking it...

On the bed EMT is straddling her mother, Becky, attempting CPR, the other EMT is opening his emergency kit, and putting gel onto a portable defibrillator.

"How long has she not been breathing?" The EMT with the defibrillator asks Will.

"I don't know! We went to bed at 10, I woke up and noticed she wasn't breathing about 7 minutes ago!"

"I'm not getting a pulse, try the pads!" The EMT on top of Becky tells the other. He rips her night gown open before getting off to allow the other EMT to apply the electrical pads.

"CLEAR!" The EMT yells before applying the pads, with a zap noise Becky's body jerks, and goes limp again.

"CLEAR!" He yells again, with the same response.

Sara, looks at her step-father, who is watching, and wailing uncontrollably. The EMTs attempt a third time, and again, Becky jerks on the bed, before coming to rest again. The EMT with the pads sets them down on the bed and sighs, and the other takes his radio off it's shoulder holster.

"Send the coroner." Is all he says, before putting it back on his shoulder.

"NO! PLEASE! PLEASE TRY AGAIN! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! DON'T GIVE UP ON HER! PLEASE!" He pleads before falling to his knees at the foot of the bed.

The EMTs just sigh at him, before looking in the door and seeing Sara standing there, with a bewildered look on her face. It's obvious to them that she doesn't comprehend what is going on at this moment, and they look down at the floor. Will turns towards the door, and sees Sara standing there, looking at him.

"Sara....oh god...Sara!" He whispers at her, and motions for her to walk over to him. She walks through the bedroom slowly, as if not by her own will. Will reaches his arms out, and takes hold of her, as she looks up onto the bed, and sees her mother, laying motionless, her eyes closed, her skin pale. For reasons she didn't comprehend at the time, she began to cry...

The next three days were a whirlwind to her. Nothing seemed to make sense. She stood in a funeral parlor, wearing a black gown that had been hand made, and given to Will by one of her mother's fans. She stood next to a wooden box, where her mother lied still. Everyone talked to her as if her mother was gone....but it didn't make sense. Her mother wasn't gone, her mother was laying right there. She could see her, but every time she touched her, the warmth was gone, replaced by cold, rubbery feel. Everyone told her to be strong, it was what her mother wanted, but strong for what? She didn't understand...

The next night though, was the night it all sank in for The Child of Fate. In East Rutherford, New Jersey, a mere drive from Ozone Park, New York, she again stood still. In the center of the arena, next to her step-father, who was holding one of the twins, her uncle, who was holding the other twin, and her step-sister. The stood in the ring, Sara still wearing the black gown from before. The crowd was silent as the wrestlers of Strike Fantasy Towers filed out of the back, and filled the space, row by row, up the stage. The last to step out, was Dan Lloyd, wearing a black suit, and carrying a single rose. He walked down the ramp, the wrestlers parting around him, and patting him on the back as he passed, up to the ring steps, and between the ropes. He walked over to Sara, and knelled down in front of her, and handed her the rose. He begins to tear before whispering to her, "I'm sorry..." He stands up, and shakes Will's hand before leaving the ring again, and taking his place at the front of the wrestlers. The ring announcer then calls for everyone to turn their attention to the big screen, and the image of her mother appears with the year she was born, and the year she passed away. Sara looks around, and sees the tears in the eyes of the wrestlers and the fans. Its at this time that it all sinks in for her, as the ring bell begins to ring, ten times. As the show goes on, Sara watches the wrestlers sit in front of the camera, and talk about her mother. Everyone from XCW it seemed to reappear, along with many of SFT's names of the past. As she listen to each one say their tearful goodbyes, she understood why they were all crying, and why she was crying. It was this moment, this exact moment she felt the absence of her mother for the first time...

And now, as she stands outside, looking up at the moonlight sky, it all rushes back to her. What she felt and saw that day. The fact that yet another family has been destroyed in the business she loves. The fact that another group, another tightly knit community of friends, co-workers, and family are having to suffer through the loss of not only one of their own, but the loss of an entire family. The tears run down her cheeks, as she pulls the necklace with the star of David out of her shirt, rubbing it, and saying a prayer for the Benoits. She never knew them, but she still mourns for them, no matter what the circumstances are.

Sometimes we all just need to put things into perspective. Sometimes we just need something to let us know what is really important in life. Over the past month, my will has been tested numerous times. And over the past month, I've seen family members leave my life, at least for the time being. But hopefully they will come around, and we will be able to see each other again, and make peace with one another. I have also been blessed with the arrival of my estranged cousin in my life. Another bond I hope to cherish in my life. People have been talking about the events of this past weekend. Some people have been in mourning. Some people have been angered. Some people have felt both, and don't know which way too feel. But from experience I know one thing. The tears that have been shed are real. And those tears are being shed for a reason. No matter what you feel, please respect these people's rights to shed them, if thats what they need to do to get through, they should be allowed to do it.

In regards to my match at Crushed Dreams. I really don't know what to say about it right now. This whole thing has thrown me for an emotional loop, and in the end, it has put everything into a new light. I want the T.V. Title. I want it so that I can look into the heavens, and hold it up for everyone who can see it, too see it. Including my mother. The last time I held a belt, I was 5, and it was my mother's SFT T.V. Title, her last championship before she got sick. It'd only be fitting for me to start my career with a T.V. Title of my own, the RWA T.V. Title. I've got more focus now, and more emotion behind my charge for that title. So take that into consideration Dameon, IceZ, Zone Capone, Adriana, and you too Sean. I wouldn't say fate is on my side, but I definitely feel like I have an angel looking over my shoulder.