The scene is backstage at Crushed Dreams. The show is over, and everyone is getting ready to go their separate ways for the night. The wrestlers are leaving, and the stage crews are getting ready to do their thing in the arena. But sitting backstage, Sara Pettis is seen sitting on a equipment crate, still in her wrestling gear, holding her newly won RWA T.V. Championship.

I've been thinking about this day for a long, LONG time. Sometimes I wondered if I was ever going to actually experience it. Ever since Mom let me carry her title belt when I was a little girl, I dreamed of having one of my own, being able to run my fingers over a champion name plate with the letters, S...A...R...A...P...E...T...T...I...S. Its the greatest feeling in the world, and I won this belt cleanly, despite what others may say. Bitching about a monitor not being a t.v. isn't my problem. I'm not the one who made the call, I'm just the one who swung the monitor. Yea, I'll admit, I thought about it before I did it. I realized that maybe, they'd consider it a t.v., and I might as well give it a shot. So I did, and I won. They could've just as easily not rang the bell, and the match would've gone on. I was ready for that scenario too. So Dameon can whine and complain about how the "blonde" bitch cheated him (last time I looked, Adriana was the only blonde in that match, and I don't know why he's so upset about her cheating him, she hardly even did anything.) Because the fact of the matter is, his beef is with the officials, or the time keeper, or Andrew Foley, or whoever it was that decided to ring the bell after I hit him with the monitor, not me. You can't be pissed off at someone for being opportunistic, which I know might be a big word for you Dameon, but I have confidence you can figure it out.

Go ahead and call Shawn Walsh and bitch to him. Hell, go ahead and call your buddy the former Universal Champion and bitch to him too. Jesus Christ, call the fucking President, the Pope, the Prime Minister of Norway and bitch, but you see, no one cares. You talk about becoming "The Beast" again, well if the "The Beast" is just a sore loser, and whiny little asshole, then this is just going to be too easy. I beat you, deal with it. Move on, and stop complaining. You're getting another shot this week, this time it's going to be "T.V. Free" for your benefit. Because no one has to sit here and listen to you bitch and complain when I smack a monitor over your head again, and they end the match. Because that's what I would do, just to piss you off. You may call it cheating, but appearantly you and Jay Gamble are the only ones that think so. Me hitting you in the head with the T.V. monitor is as much cheating as when you hit Zone in the head with the chair.

Stop with this whole intimidation thing, it's not working. People have been standing over me my whole life and tried to intimidate me. I'm used to it. Beast or Bitch, whichever you are, you're not going to take this title from me at Reloaded. You're right Dameon, this isn't a fantasy world (OOC: Yes it is) but this isn't the time when women were weaker then men. You may have the physical superiority, but when it comes to the speed, the quickness, the conditioning, I think Crush Dreams proved who had you beat there. You may say I was weak, but it didn't matter how many people I eliminated, and it didn't matter how I eliminated them. You on the other hand were just on "smash, break, destroy" mode, and didn't even realize that you had left the door wide open for me. Maybe if you had thought about it long enough, you could've easily picked up one of those monitors and smashed it over my head. But you didn't. Instead you tried to do something stupid, and I moved out of the way. Why did you do that Dameon? Oh, I know why, it was for the fans wasn't it? The same people you claim not to care about. Face it Dameon, you lost because I out smarted you. It wasn't hard, I have to admit. And it won't be hard this week either.

As Sara gets ready to leave the Greenville Pavilion, she notices a familiar face in a crowd of fans that have assembled outside the arena in the back. It's her stepsister Jane. She hasn't seen Sara yet, as the group isn't really paying any attention to the back door at the moment. Sara immediately goes back to the last time her and Jane talked in Ozone Park weeks ago. In that time, neither one of them has even tried to talk to each other. Sara is still obviously upset with Jane's father, and Sara didn't want to upset her by talking bad about him. So instead she just choose not to talk at all. As she steps out of the back, she calls out her stepsister's name.

"Jane!" she yells, getting her attention.

The whole group turns around and sees Sara standing at the loading dock door, with her equipment bag slung over her shoulder. Immediately the fans go crazy, and start to push forward on the barricade between them and the loading dock. Jane who is up against the barrier immediately gets press against it by the force of the fans. Sara quickly runs up to the barrier, along with a couple of security guards.

"Sa...Sara..." Jane manages to squeak out, "Help."

Sara grabs hold of Jane's hand as the security begins to get the fans to back off. With the help of another security guard, Sara is able to pull Jane out of the crowd and over the barrier.

"Janey, are you ok?" Sara asks her stepsister who is trying to catch her breath.

"Yea...I think so..." Jane says as she rubs her chest "Why'd you yell like that?"

"I was trying to get your attention. I didn't think that would happen." Sara tells her, "Sorry about that."

Jane brushes herself off a little bit, "It's ok Sary." Jane tells her, "Well, you're a champ now, congrats. Expect to be mobbed a lot more now."

"What are you doing here?" Sara asks.

"I wanted to be here for you after your match. This was your first Pay-Per-View, someone should've been here. Wheres your cousin?"

"She had to go back to handle somethings in Japan. I appreciate it that you came." Sara tells her, "Hows dad?"

"I'm surprised you even care after what happened the last time you two were together."

"Well..." Sara begins, "I may not forgive him yet, but he's still raised me. I do think I owe him respect for that."

"He's fine. He is still upset at you though."

Sara shrugs her shoulders, "Let him be upset." Sara tells her, "I stopped trying to get his approval a long time ago."

"He does want you to come home sometime." "I hear him in his room all the time, 'talking' to your mother. He keeps saying how much he wishes you'd give this all up."

"What do you think Jane?" Sara asks her.

"Sary, you're the closest thing to a....hell, you are my little sister. If this is what makes you happy, and you've been successful, so keep doing it. He'll just have to deal with it." Jane tells her.

"How are Richy and Chris?" Sara asks.

"Richy is fine. You know how he is, always quite. Chris keeps getting into trouble though. Dad is thinking about sending him off to some military school for a while." Jane tells her.

"Dang, thats brutal." Sara says, "I can't imagine them being split up like that. I don't think they've even gone a day apart from each other."

"I think that might be whats keeping him from actually doing it. Anyway, I just wanted to be here, and say congratulations if you won, which you did, and I have. Becky would be real proud of you right now Janey. I really truly believe that." Jane tells says.

"Thanks. I really appreciate that coming from you Janey," Sara tells her, "You're not staying in town?"

"No. I'm flying back to New York tonight."

"Oh, well, can you do me a favor? You know, when you get the chance I mean."

Sara unzips her bag, and pulls out a yellow envelope. She hands it too Jane, who opens it up, and slides out five 8x10 photos of Sara being handed the RWA T.V. Title belt before she was attacked by Dameon after the match.

"Theres a photographer that works for RWA, I think he has a crush on me or something anyway, he had those prints made right after the match while the rest of the pay-per-view was going on. Would you, give one to Richy, Chris, Dad, and make sure that one of them...gets to Mom?"

"Yea,no problem Sary." Jane tells her. "I'll make sure mine goes in the living room, with the ones of Becky and Dad with their title belts."

"I really appreciate it." Sara says before hugging her step-sister. The two suddenly notice the flashing of camera bulbs as they realize that the whole time the crowd of fans have been standing there, watching them converse. Sara looks at her step-sister, "Well, I guess I got some work to do." And smiles.

"Better get used to it." Jane says before reaching into her pocket, "Here, get used to carrying these around too." She tells Sara, as she hands her a silver, and black Sharpie pen.

"Thanks Janey..." Sara says, taking the caps off the pens. Jane smiles and starts walking away as Sara walks over the crowd, all of which are trying to reach across the barrier. As Jane walks away, she turns around to hear Sara say, "Who wants to see the belt?" , and sees her pull the T.V. Title belt out of the bag. Jane chuckles as the people take pictures of, the belt, of Sara with and the belt, with Sara and the belt, and as Sara lets a little girl hold the belt as the mother takes a picture of the girl with Sara.

"Becky would be real proud."

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