Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 16:46:58 GMT -5
Chpt 1: Reflection: The Aftermath
Just across the pristine waters of Lake Ontario from Toronto lies one of the most iconic natural landmarks in Canada. Perhaps, even in all of North America...the beautiful, romantic and yet depressing horseshoe falls of Niagara. A cold wind wisps through this riverside community as the last remnants of winter lay their claim in the north. Despite the chill that remained in the air, the streets are lined with people on this brisk evening. All of them there to experience the majesty of the falls.
With just a few days until her rematch with Eric Price for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, it is here that we find Sarah Twilight. The radiant redhead exits a 2013 Ford Mustang GT Convertible in front of the luxury Sterling Inn of Ontario. She is dressed in a white turtleneck that is covered over by a thick blue denim jacket. She is wearing blue jeans and a pair of laced leather boots. Of course, her pentacle charm dangles from her neck. She is currently on her cell phone, smiling and happy.
Sarah: No, not at all. We have time and I know you've always wanted to see the falls, Rach. We're going to have so much fun tomorrow. I can't wait!
Rachel: (on phone) That's awesome sis. Thanks so much for taking the time. I wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else.
Sarah: So where are you?
Rachel: (on phone) Selene, Logan and I left the airport a little while ago. I'd say we'll be at the hotel in about twenty minutes. Okay?
Sarah: Alright, see you then. Love ya!
She hangs up the phone and enters the lobby to the fabulous hotel and makes a quick stop at the small shop locates adjacent to the main floor for a bottled water. After a few moments in line, she pays for her drink and makes her way to the elevators. She heads up to heer floor and makes her way down the hall to her room. She enters the room, closing the door behind her and is startled as she turns around to see her sister Rachel already in the room.
Sarah: Shit sis! I didn't think you'd be here for another twenty minutes.
Rachel: Nope, I'm here.
Sarah: Where are Logan and Selene?
Rachel: They're coming.
Sarah: I'm excited for tomorrow. I know how much this is going to mean to you so we are doing it all. Maid of the Mist and everything.
Rachel: Sounds great.
Sarah: Is...everything alright?
Rachel: You tell me?
Sarah: Rach...everything is fine with me. I told you, after this past week with Ortega. Did you see what I did to him? Eric is scared shit. I have him, I know I do. And I am going to enjoy beating the ever living shit out of him on Sunday.
Rachel: Well, I'm glad that 'someone' is enjoying themselves.
Sarah: Rachel what is going on?
Rachel: What is going on? You left me, just like you did when we were kids. You left me to get manhandled by that animal and now you are just 'so thrilled' to go and kick his ass. Where were you when I needed you? WHERE?
Sarah's eyes widen and her lower lip trembles with upsetment. A tear rolls down her cheek.
Sarah: Rachel I...I have always tried my best to take care of you. To protect you. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I had no way of knowing he'd do what he did.
Rachel: "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it." No, you never mean it, Sarah. You didn't mean it when you were living it up with Selene and I was stuck in that house of horrors. You didn't mean it when I wound up in the hospital nearly DEAD and you don't mean to include me in your wars with wrestlers because YOU want some stupid glory for yourself. I get hurt but it's okay because Sarah didn't 'mean it.'
Sarah: That is NOT true! It's not true at all!
Rachel: Yes it is. Sarah only cares about Sarah. Sarah never cared about me. I am just your sacrificial lamb. You did all of those things to me Sarah! It was YOU, you and your selfish ways!
Sarah: NO!
Sarah punches the mirror on the wall beside her and it shatters. Suddenly, Rachel vanishes into thin air leaving Sarah to realize that she was still very consumed by everything that had happened. She turns and heads back out of the room and storms her way to the elevators, very distraught and an emotional wreck right now. As she steps onto the elevator and the door closes behind her, the other elevator opens to reveal Rachel, Selene and Logan Hawkins who make their way to the room, unaware of what had just taken place.
Several Hours Later - Cool Hand Luke's Bar and Grill
Sarah is seated at the bar with SEVERAL empty bottles of brandy in front of her as well as one that is halfway depleted of it's content. It is quite obvious that Sarah is completely drunk and wallowing in her emotional turmoil. She takes the glass of brandy in her hands and swallows the last gulp before refilling the glass from the remaining bottle. It isn't long before the bartender makes his way toward her.
Bartender:Listen eh. It's nearly two in the morning. I can't serve you any longer.
Sarah replies to him, though her words are nearly incomprehensible.
Sarah: If ta wanika drifnk thenu ffffpuckmkin drifnk.
Bartender: I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave. Can I call you a cab?
Sarah: CUCK A FAB!
Sarah angrily staggers out of the tavern and makes her way out into the empty streets of Niagara Falls. It isn't long before she finds herself near the falls themselves. She stumbles her way toward the rainbow bridge area and finds a bench, where in her intoxicated frame of mind, she has no choice but to take a seat as everything was spinning. Sarah had casually drank brandy many times, but she'd never actually gotten herself drunk, so this was completely new territory for her. She slumps down on the bench and places her face in her hands, completely out of it. She slowly starts to drift off. Suddenly, she makes it back to her feet in a fit of rage. Her eyes darting back and forth as she looked ahead at the bridge. She mumbles incoherently to herself once again as she seems to have decided on something.
Chpt 2 : It's a Miserable Life
She stumbles forward a few steps in her inebriated state, looking out over the bridge. The roaring waters of the falls crashing against the rocks below rumble loudly and dominate this mostly calm and quiet night. Her glossed over emerald eyes fixated on the ripping current below. She watches as each wave of water blasts itself against the rocks and races toward their final descent at the magnificent horseshoe falls just a few hundred feet away. In the midst of her intoxicated madness, it almost seems as if she can pick apart each individual wave with her eyes and follow it along. The motions of the waters seem to seduce her in a sadistic and macabre manner. Her eyes continue to follow the ripples of water as she takes a tight grip of the cold steel railing. Her hands wrapped around the cool metal as she awkwardly and unsteadily hoists herself over the bar, narrowly managing to land her feet on the small space of steel grating below. There is no longer a safety rail separating her from the raging waters below. Her mind races with thoughts of all that has happened over the past few months, swirling throughout her psyche just as quickly as the white capped waters that race beneath her some few hundred feet. Sarah takes in a deep breath as her eyes remain fixated below and she softly speaks out, as if speaking to someone.
Sarah: I'm sorry...
Her hands loosen their grip from the railing and she extends her arms out to her sides as she falls forward, plummeting head first into the watery abyss that awaited her below. She closes her eyes as she falls, the wind rushing through her hair as she falls. It would be just a matter of seconds before the abruptness of her body crashing into the extremely chilled waters would send her into shock. She'd be dead before she even realized that every bone in her body had crumbled upon slamming into the jagged rocks hidden beneath the waters. If she did manage to survive the impact, hypothermia would set in quickly, and in the weakened state that she would be left rendered upon impact, clinging to life would not be a lasting prospect. These thoughts never cross her mind as she was either too upset to care or too drunk to form any type of sound judgement. Though as she waits to feel the cool rush of water over her, the sounds of the water stop altogether. There is nothing but complete silence. She does not feel the water, nor the impact of her body crashing into her watery grave below. She can no longer feel herself falling either.
Was she already dead? She hadn't felt the impact and maybe that was a good thing. But her thoughts are still racing. Could she still think and feel and act even in death? Was this the burden she would carry with her even into the afterlife? The pain of her emotions had not ceased. Her thoughts continue to haunt her and perhaps that is the price that she would pay for taking her own life. The drunken stupor that had carried her into this turmoil was all but gone at this point and finally she opens her eyes. She is not dead...at least she doesn't believe so. She finds herself still on the bridge, holding tightly to the railing, still moments from letting go. However, the waterss below are no longer moving at all and not a sound is being made. Everything seems to be almost frozen in time. She is confused, angry and depressed all at once. Had she jumped or did she simply imagine it? Why had everything stopped? Before she could try to rationalize any of these things in her own mind a voice startles her.
"That bad, is it?"
Sarah screams out as the unexpected speech breaks the complete silence. Her eyes dart to the right of her where a slightly shorter man rests against the guard railing with his hands classps together and his fingers interlocked. He has a thick, full bodied head of hair and a smug, almost grouchy look to him. He wears a black trenched leather coat over a black turtleneck. Black slacks and shoes complete the ensemble. For all intensive purposes, this man resembles Joe Pesci quite a bit, even down to the accent with which he spoke. Sarah looks curiously at him, but doesn't say a word. She is far too cnfused to even try to understand what is happening here. The man offers up another comment.
Man: No, I mean hey, don't let me stop ya. If yous wantin' to take a header, by all means, go right ahead.
Sarah eyes the man suspiciously and finally breaks her silence.
Sarah: I...I'm not going to have someone just watch me! Ugh, why are you even out here?
The man chuckles almost sarcastically.
Man: I suppose I could ask you the same thing. Though we already seem to have established yous about to take a face plant. I mean, yous gotta have some fucked up shit goin' on in that pretty little head of yours. But hey, it ain't none of my business.
Sarah: So...then why are we having this conversation?
Man: Oh, I almost forgot...how rude. I'm Joe...your Guardian Angel. That answer your question?
He extends his hand out to her. Sarah is looking at him in utter disbelief...as she seriously didn't believe a word he was saying.
Sarah: And you're caling me fucked up?
Joe: Hey, I don't pick the gigs.
He snaps his fingers and as he does, the waters below begin to move again and all of the raging sounds of the river and waterfall return. He smirks, having proven his point so he snaps his fingers once more and we return to complete silence.
Joe: I'm also not the one looking to take a dive either, toots.
Sarah is a bit curious now obviously. After all, how many times can you say you've ever seen someone turn a river on and off at the snap of a finger? Needless to say, Joe has her attention right now.
Sarah: So, I take it you are here to stop me from going over?
Joe: Hey, again, not my call. If it was up to me, I'd say go for it. But big guns upstairs makes the call on this one.
Sarah: Big Guns?
Joe: Okay now you're just insulting my intelligence as much as you are yours. You know who I'm talkin' about.
Sarah: I'm sorry...but I don't bel--
Joe: Yeah yeah and two seconds ago you didn't believe in Guardian Angels either. Listen toots, I know what you do and do not believe. Big guns, he knows you don't believe in him, but for whatever reason, he believes in you. That's why I'm here so let's cut the crap okay?
Sarah remains silent. I mean, she cou;dn't exactly argue here. The guy had proven his point, so she listens on and nods as he speaks.
Joe: I seen your file, and I tell ya, I think Big Guns is screwin' with me here. I don't see no good reason for me to stop you from goin' over.
Sarah: Gee, I feel like changing my mind already.
Joe: Hey, don't blame me for yous bein' a bitch for ninety percent of your life. I only gots what I gots to go on, and I tells ya. There ain't much here to go on.
Joe looks upward at the sky and extends his arms outward, screaming.
Joe: THANKS A LOT!
Sarah: So, let me guess. You keep me from jumping and what, you get your wings or some shit?
Joe looks at her and shakes his head with laughter.
Joe: Wngs? Whatdaya think this is 1942? This is 2013, I keep you from goin' splat and I get my ring. Pure gold, diamonds too. Not that cheap shit you find at the mall either. This is the good shit.
Sarah: Angels who curse and wear gold rings. Yeah, totally makes sense.
Joe: Hey, ain't none of us perfect except for big guns. I want my ring, I value what the big guy has offered me. What does it fuckin' matter to you anyway? You don't even value the life you were given. You think you'd be so much better off if you take the plunge? Is that what you think?
Sarah: You said yourself that there ain't shit in there worth saving me for. So why are you wasting your time?
Joe: I am wastin' my time. Believe me, I know. You got it all figured out dontcha? Yous a fuckin' genius ain'tcha?
His insults sting and Sarah lashes out at him in anger.
Sarah: What the fuck do you want from me?
Joe: Me? Toots I don't want shit from you. You take that header and next week I'll be standing here talkin' to some other shmuck wantin' to take a nose dive. You need to figure out what you want from me sweetheart. You want to come back over that railing and quit being a fuckin' waste of time or do you want to get acquainted with the fishes?
Sarah lowers her eyes a bit and nods, sighing.
Sarah: Alright, we'll talk, I'm listening.
Joe shakes his head feverishly.
Joe: Oh no no no. It ain't gonna be that easy. This here is how it's gonna be. Yous gonna be visited by three spirits. They are gonna show you what you want to see, life without you. After that, I bring ya back here. Then you decide, either you come over that railing or...if you still wanna take a header, then go for it. Capishe?
Sarah nods.
Joe: Midnight, the first spirit will visit ya at midnight. Oh and, he's a goomba of mine so you better show him some damn respect!
Joe snaps his fingers and in an instant he's gone.
Chpt 3. : The Spirit of Wrestling Past
The next thing that Sarah realizes is waking up in her bed at the hotel room. She is still fully dressed. The clock on the wall reads 11:59pm. She looks across the room to see Rachel sleeping soundly in the other bed. Everything seems alright and normal. That is, until the clock strikes midnight. The cimes are loud as they seem to echo throughout the entire room, though it doessn't disturb Rachel or Logan and Selene who are in the next room. The door to her hotel suite opens and a light brighter than anything Sarah has ever seen shines through surrounded by a white mist that rolls inside. Heavy footsteps can be heard as a figure enters the room from within the blinding light. Slowly the features of this person begin to settle in as the light begins to fade. Sarah squints her eyes trying to make out this person, or spirit or whatever it was. Eventually she is able to make this person out. A man with jet black hair slicked back and a clean shaven face. He is well dressed with a flashy gray suit that has white pinstripes tracing it. An expensive pair of Italian leather shoes upon his feet. Although this was not a person completely familiar to Sarah, she knew well enough that this first spirit...the spirit of wrestling past had come to her in the form of the ever famed 'Slickie T' Allen Guiliano.
Sarah moves to get up from the bed until Allen holds up a hand, motioning her to stay where she is for the moment. He takes a few paces more into the room and stops, looking around. He folds his hand behind him and whistles casually as he ponders something. His eyes continue to scan the room. Finally he speaks.
Allen Guiliano: I have to assume that I've received some misinformation.
Sarah looks over at him oddly. She tilts her head slightly.
Sarah: I...what do you mean?
Allen Guiliano: You know, giving up. That's not something in my vocabulary. When you make your place in life by having disregard for your own body and putting yourself through some of the most grueling situations that someone can dream up, the concept of letting go just isn't something that comes to mind. So when they tell me that I'm here to talk a woman who lives and breathes the business out of giving up, I have to assume I've gotten some bad information. I look at you and I don't see someone who is ready to give up. I see someone who has lost their way. I see someone who needs to be reminded of their purpose.
He pauses for a moment, looking at her.
Allen Guiliano: Come now, we have much work to do.
Sarah nods as she gets up from the bed and joins Allen near the doorway. The two walk out through the door and it closes behind them. When it does, they are no longer in the hotel, instead they are at the WCF home arena in Reading, Pennsylvania. The building is jam packed with screaming fans. Off in the distance from where the two now are is the ring, where Sarah can see herself currently in a brawl with Jonny Fly. She instantly remembers this night. It is March 25th, 2012...her first opportunity at the WCF World Championship.
Allen Guiliano: You remember this?
Sarah sighs as she nods.
Sarah: Yes, I remember it...Look, if you are going to show me all of my past failures and whatnot....I mean, I already know how this one ends.
Allen smiles a bit with a soft chuckle to himself.
Allen Guiliano: Oh no, we aren't here to have you relive replays from the past. We are here for a very different reason.
Allen grabs Sarah's attention as he motions his hand forward.
Allen Guiliano: Have a look at this.
As Sarah turnss to look at what Allen was pointing at, she realizes they are no longer in the mass of the arena watching the match. They are instead backstage just behind the curtain where Eric Price is watching Sarah's match with his arms folded and a pouting face as he talks to himself.
Eric Price: That should be me out there! I deserve the spotlight. Why? Why does she get this chance so quickly? I am overlooked for...for that woman!
Sarah glances back at Allen oddly.
Sarah: This...happened that night?
Allen Guiliano: Eric Price has always been jealous of you, Sarah. Ever since the day you arrived in WCF. You were a rising star while he was mostly unknown to the entire roster.The fact is, Eric Price was never meant to become the WCF Champion. The reason that he is, is mostly because of you.
Sarah seems even more confused at this point.
Sarah: I know that I was the referee but...
Allen Guiliano: No, that is not what I mean. Don't worry, I will show you during the course of our journey. For now, let us have a look at what things would have been like if you had not been here on this night.
Allen motions his hand forward and Sarah is able to see the very same night of March 25th 2012. However, her match against Jonny Fly is not taking place. Instead, Fly is in the ring, delivering a speech of sorts to the crowd.
Jonny Fly: So naturally, I have no opponent tonight. Seth couldn't find anyone who was capable of sharing a ring with me. But out of the goodness of my heart, I am here so that you can tell your grandkids that you witnessed greatness on this night. Let's face it, my just being here in the ring brings more value to this program than whatever jobbers were out here the rest of the night.
Suddenly, Eric Price walks out from the curtain.
Eric Price: Hold on Jonny. You will be defending your World Championship tonight! Seth may not have found you an opponent but I am challenging you right here and now!
Jonny Fly: Uh, first of all, who the hell are you? Secondly, no. Jobbers can't just walk out here and demand a shot at the World Champ.
Crowd: WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU?
Eric is steaming mad as he is humiliated by the crowd who mock him for being virtually unknown. He storms to the back, agitated.
Allen Guiliano: This is what would have happened if you had not been there to put on the best match of the night with Jonny Fly. There would have been no World Championship match at all. Eric Price would have quit only to resign with the company a few weeks later. However, the world would not have been able to witness the classic contest that had you take Jonny Fly to his limit.
Sarah: But I--
Allen Guiliano: Shhh. You didn't win, no. But you were not meant to at that time. It's not always about whether or not you win or lose...it is capturing the moment when given the chance. You captured that moment and it had instantly placed you among the upper echelon of the WCF roster. You did not walk out with championship gold, but you walked out a champion nonetheless. This is because you earned the respect of the locker room. That night was yours no matter the outcome. That night was supposed to cement fate for Eric Price as well.
Sarah: How? I don't get how that has anything to do with Eric.
Allen Guiliano: Eric Price was a nobody at that time, and he was meant to remain that way. So long as there was you, he always was going to be behind the curtain, sulking silently to himself. Because Eric Price has always feared you. That is a fact that remains true to this day.
Sarah: If all this is true, then why is he still World Champion? Why is he still parading around WCF doing whatever the hell he wants?
Allen smiles, nodding his head slightly.
Allen Guiliano: As I told you, that responsibility lies with you.
Sarah: How?
Allen Guiliano: What I just showed you was a scenario of what would have happened had you never been here, correct?
Sarah: Yes?
Allen Guiliano: Let's see how well you remember our next destination.
Allen snaps his fingers and the two are no longer at Explosion 2012. Instead, they are at WCF Headquarters at the office of Seth Lerch. The date being June 3rd 2012. Sarah remembers this day as well. She can see herself standing there in a meeting with Seth Lerch. Ayria Adams is also present.
Seth Lerch: You want out of your contracts? The two of you are the Tag Champions, what the hell am I supposed to do here?
Allen Guiliano: You remember this night as well I take it?
Sarah: Yeah, my resignation from WCF.
Allen Guiliano: So, this is not going to be a scenario with what ifs. This is fact. You abandoned the company that made you a star and in doing so, you Sarah gave rise to Eric Price. In your absense his evil was allowed to fester. In your absense, he obtained a false sense of courage that enabled him to begin climbing the ladder of success one rung at a time. It is because of you that he is where he is today. You were the one person who kept him in check. the one person he feared. without you around, his reign of terror only began.
Sarah: Oh come on now!
Allen Guiliano: You come now. Listen to me and listen good. You saw that sulking coward who sat backstage and wished he had the spotlight that was on you from the very moment you signed with WCF. He envied everything about you and it is that envy that pushed him in your absense. He neveer would have dared make a move if you'd have stuck around. But you didn't, and so he began his rise. The responsibility lies at your feet. You created the monster and you are the one responsible to destroy it. That not good enough for you? Alright then, we'll continue.
Allen again snaps his fingers and the two are transported now to the Staples Center in Los Angeles for the Hellimination Match 2012. Things are very different than Sarah remembers them, however. This is because in this version of events, Sarah had never returned to WCF to join the Genesis team.
Allen Guiliano: You want to see how things turn out without you around? Here you go. Have a look because this is what happens without you.
As Sarah looks back up at the match, which is nearing it's end, the odds are in the favor of the Church of Dark Saints. Waylon Cash is grossly outnumbered by Nathan von Liebert, Famine of the Vile and Oblivion. The Genesis team itself had only gone in with four members while Pantheon and the Church each began with five.
Sarah: What the hell?
Allen Guiliano: What did you expect? You are not there to take Famine out of the equation. Also, due to your absense, Eric never feels the pressure to count Oblivion down for Jeff Purse. In fact, all of Pantheon and most of Genesis are eliminated rather quickly due to Eric's shady refereeing. Because of you, the odds would be in favor of the Church. Obviously, you are not there to force Eric's hand for a pinfall so Waylon instead is outnumbered.
The trio of monsters beat on Cash mercilessly and render him a beaten and battered mess before the leader of the Church, Oblivion takes the honor of securing the final pinfall. Eric doesn't even need to fast count at this point.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Sarah: But that's NOT what happened. I was there, and I did force Eric's hand down. Genesis won the match.
Allen Guiliano: Now you're starting to get the picture. Yes you were there on that night. Just like you should be there on Sunday instead of getting toe tagged at the morgue. It's time for Sarah Twilight to take the responsibility she's been given instead of feeling sorry for herself.
Sarah: This isn't abot some stupid title match. I let Rachel down. I should have been there fo--
Allen Guiliano: Don't give me that nonsense. If you were so concerned about her you wouldn't be thinking of taking a dive into the drink. This is about you not wanting to face difficult times. Guess what? In the wrestling business, things aren't easy. You want to kick yourself over the past? Kick as hard as you damn well want to but then pick your ass back up and go out there and get the job done. You don't turn your back and walk away because of self pity. You come back harder and stronger and you fight.
Sarah: I have already accepted the fact that WCF just doesn't want a female champion. Nothing I do will change that.
Allen Guiliano: Now you're just making excuses. You want to be the first woman to become the World Champion? Make it happen. Stop coming up with excuses. You aren't the World Champion right now because of you. You stand over the edge of a bridge because of you. It's not Eric or Rachel or anyone else who has brought you to that. You brought yourself to that.
He shakes his head at Sarah.
Allen Guiliano: When people mention my name, they talk about the great moments that I've had and the fact that I went out and took what I was after. I fought, and I fought damn hard for it. You have those moments, but you're wasting them. You want people to remember Sarah Twilight as being the best wrestler WCF has to offer or do you want them to remember Sarah Twilight, the little girl who couldn't hack it and went off the side of a bridge? If you want them to remember you as the first ever woman to hold that WCF Championship then you'd better go out and make it happen and stop talking to me about what WCF doesn't want for you. If you want it badly enough you'll go out and get it.
Allen snaps his fingers and brings the duo back to Sarah's hotel room. He looks at her with a sense of disappointment.
Allen Guiliano: I'v shown you what things would have been like if you were never around. And I've shown you that you alone are responsible for allowing Eric Price to rise into power. The only person who can change that is you. So you need to figure out just what it is that you want. You can either become the best wrestler that WCF has, or you can be an afterthought. That choice lies with you and you alone. I just want you to remember what I've shown you. Your absensse doesn't make anything better. You take from that what you will.
Once again Sarah is blinded by the bright lights as white mist again fills the room. Allen steps back into the concealment of the light and disappears.
Chpt 4. : The Spirit of Wrestling Present
The next thing that Sarah notices is she iss once again waking up in her bed at the hotel. Everything is exactly as it was before. Rachel is sleeping soundly in the bed across from her and the clock on the wall reads 11:59pm. Everything is calm and seems normal again. However, just as the clock strikes midnight, Sarah is once again overtaken by a blinding light. A thick mist once again rolls itself into the room accompanied by a figure. As Sarah struggles to make out who this person was the smell of mustard lingers in the air. Finally, she is able to make out the form of the spirit of wrestling present. It is none other than the hotdog eating, boudle bashing legend of WCF...Logan himself. The spirit of wrestling present, despite not being currently active, his lexicon is still present widely in WCF today. And in all aspects, he is an icon of WCF lure.
Logan: Babygurl!
He walks into the room, looking everything over. He shakes his head at her with some disappointment, just as Allen had earlier.
Logan: So I heard you're being a boudle! We can't have that.
Sarah: Logan I--
Logan: Hush there babygurl. We're going on a trip. Luckily for you it's not to Connector City.
Logan makes his ever famous pelvic thrust motion as he says that.
Logan: So Sarah Twilight, the bitch that takes no shit from anyone caught up on a bridge about to jump. Tell me Sarah, when the hell did you become Roy Speede? Whine and cry and bitch and moan and give up because things didn't go your way? WHAT THE FUCK, SARAH?
Sarah: You don't understand what I'm going through. None of you do. It's not as simple as you think.
Logan: SHUT UP BOUDLE! You are talking yourself in circles babygurl. You are trying to take the easy way out and are talking yourself into shit. But we're gonna fix that.
Sarah: Did you just call me a boudle?
Logan: Yep, damn sure did. Act like one, that's what you are, boudle.
Sarah: You want to give me shit about Eric too? Let me tell you something before you even get started. Eric Price is a bottom feeding coward. He's the fucking boudle.
Logan: He ain't the one wanting to jump off a bridge so...NOPE!
Sarah: So I fucked up, are you happy? I didn't admit it but FINE, what he did to Rachel got to me. I can't handle something like that. I was supposed to protect her.
Logan: Great job of doing it. Gonna be REAL helpful to her from the bottom of the river ain't ya?
Sarah: What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm never going to be able to erase that from my mind...what he did.
Logan: DAMN IT BOUDLE! YOU SHOW UP AND KICK HIS ASS! That's what you do. If it was me, I'd have tken him to Connector City by now and been done with it. Come on now babygurl, I know you aren't stupid. You know what you need to do, so why aren't you doing it?
Sarah: I don't know...
Logan: ERRRR, WRONG ANSWER!
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: Alright, enough talking. We're taking that trip now. Show you what's what.
Logan motions Sarah to follow him and they walk through the door. As it closes behind them they find themselves now at the hotel room of Eric Price in Toronto, just across the lake. He is currently having a conversation with Davey Ortega, who has a bag of ice on his head.
Davey Ortega: I'm just saying, I think it might have been a bad idea to keep bringing up Rachel.
Eric Price: Hm yes. I realize what she did to you last week. However, it is her sister that will ensure that I remain World Champion. I've gotten in her head and I am not going to stop now.
Sarah lunges forward and swings a fist at Eric. The blow passes through him and he doesn't feeel anything more than a breeze blow by.
Sarah: What the fuck?! I'm going to kill this piece of shit!
Logan: Relax babygurl. He can't see you or hear you. And you can't attack him. We're just here to watch.
Sarah: Fuck that. I want to rip him apart.
Logan: You would have had your chance come Sunday. Instead you wanted to take a header into Niagara Falls.
Logan shakes his head and returns Sarah's attention to the conversation at hand.
Davey Ortega: Eric, she got herself disqualified intentionally. When has she ever purposely lost before? Besides, you still don't even have a clue what kind of sick, unfair stipulation she's got waiting for you at Aftermath.
Eric Price: That is of concern, yes. But I've come this far. So long as I keep her grieving over her poor little sister, she has no chance against me.
Davey Ortega: I'm sure you know what you're doing. Listen, I'm just saying think about it, alright? Give me a call if you need anything.
Eric Price: I will.
He nods and Davey exits the room. This is when Sarah gets a chance to see the REAL Eric Price for the first time. Eric watches to make sure Davey has left before closing the door behind him. Immediately he rushes to the WCF World Championship and clutches it, he screams out looking upward as if speaking to God himself.
Eric Price: She can't have it! It's mine...you can't do this to me! I already defeated her at Explosion. Why? WHY is this happening to me?!
He holds the championship tightly to his chest.
Eric Price: This isn't fair. She can't have it. She can't! She just can't! Don't let her take it from me, please. Please I'll do anything!
Eric begins crying as he continues to hold the World Championship to his chest. He rocks back and forth as he continues to protest in what could be called a 'somewhat' prayer. Sarah shakes her head at him.
Sarah: I always knew he was completely pathetic.
Logan: Again, he isn't the one wanting to jump off a bridge. Fact is, Eric has always been scared of you, but you have been too stupid to realize it. The ball is in your court. He knows you have him and he's desperate. You should be in his head right now, not the other way around.
Sarah: I was in his head last month, what did that get me?
Logan: So give up? That how it works now?
Sarah: I didn't say that.
Logan: Actions babygurl. They speak louder than words.
Logan snaps his fingers after that comment and the two are transported back to Niagara Falls in real time where a frantic Rachel searches for her sister along with Selene. The two women are obviously very worried. Sarah's absense and decision to hang over the side of a bridge were affecting them painfully.
Rachel: Selene, I've looked everywhere I can think of. I don't know where she is.
Selene: I'm sure she'll show up eventually. This isn't like her.
Rachel: With how depressed she's been lately, I am seriously worried about her.
Selene: Yes I know, she hasn't quite been herself lately. Though I don't know how much more we can do?
Rachel: I have to find her. I can't stop until I do.
Sarah: Rachel, I'm here! I'm right here!
Logan shakes his head, laughing.
Logan: I already told you boudle. No one can see or hear you.
Sarah: STOP CALLING ME THAT!
Logan: Then prove that you aren't one. Show me something. Until then, you're a BOUDLE!
Sarah: You want me to prove it? FINE. I want nothing more than to kick Eric Price's ASS at Aftermath. I am DONE feeling sorry for what happened. I am DONE missing the mark and I am DONE with being judged by people like you, Fly, Gravedigger and whoever else. I am NOT concerned with the World Championship...I simply want to HURT Eric Price!
Logan claps, smiling.
Logan: Good job babygurl. You're starting to come around. Now, all you have to do is convince the next spirit of that and we'll be done. Though, good luck with that!....BOUDLE!
/PELVIC THRUST
Logan snaps his fingers and again Sarah is transported back to her hotel room at 11:59pm.
Chpt 5. : The Spirit of Wrestling Yet to Come
Again she finds Rachel there sleeping soundly and again everything seems normal until the clock strikes midnight. Though this time, as Sarah was set to come face to face with the spirit of wrestling yet to come, there is no bright light that blinds her. Instead, the door swings open to reveal a wall of flames that shoot into the room. Thick, black smoke follows the fire inside as once again a figure emerges through the concealment of the cover. Sarah's eyes go wide as she realizes whom she's staring at this time. There, looking back at her, representing the spirit of wrestling yet to come is....Sarah Twilight. The Mistress of Mischief stares back at herself with disdain as she enters from within the fires of whatever realm she'd come from. However, this is a much darker, and much more wicked version of the Sarah Twilight we know today. The part of Sarah that we hadn't seen for quite some time.
Sarah: Were you expecting someone else, dumbass?
Sarah: Oh great, I get to get the third degree from myself.
Sarah: Let's get one thing straight. You are NOT me. Not in any shape, way or form. YOU are a pathetic little bitch who doesn't deserve to call herself the Mistress of Mischief whatsoever.
Sarah jumps up from the bed, angered by this and she gets nose to nose with this exact image of herself. What Sarah doesn't expect is for the spirit version of herself to damn near slap the taste out of her mouth. Sarah's face is turned to the side as the impact of her spirit self's hand connects with her face.
Sarah: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Sarah: That is for being an embarrassment!
Spirit Sarah slaps the shit out of Sarah again.
Sarah: And that is for being a pathetic fucking waste of time!
The spirit version of Sarah shakes her head at Sarah in disgust.
Sarah: Look at you. I don't even know who the hell you are. You aren't Sarah Twilight, that's for damn sure.
Sarah: So what does that make you, bitch?
She spouts off sarcastically to the mirror image of herself.
Sarah: Exacty my point you stupid twit. I am the greatest professional wrestler in the world. I am the most successful female wrestler in WCF History and I am the first woman ever to hold WCF World Championship. And I am here because you and your bullshit pity parade are about to fuck that up for me. Since when the FUCK did you become such a weak and pathetic little bitch?
Sarah: I am NOT weak, OR pathetic.
Sarah: You're weak, pathetic and you aren't fucking ready. In fact, take the fucking plunge and stop wasting everyone's time.
Sarah: Fuck you! Just...fuck you! I am ready and I am going to kick Eric's ass come Sunday.
Sarah: Ha! Bullshit. You aren't going to do shit. Do you even have a match stipulation?
Sarah pauses for a moment as she is asked that question. Her eyes trail the floor as she responds.
Sarah: I've been....thinking about it.
Again the spirit image of Sarah slaps the shit out of Sarah in disgust.
Sarah: THINKING ABOUT IT?! You should already know EXACTLY what the fuck you need to do! UGH you are such a fucking waste of time!
Spirit Sarah paces back and forth agitated with the real version of herself. She shakes her head once again with much disdain and contempt. She grabs hold of Sarah by the back of her head, yanking on her hair.
Sarah: Come on twit. Let's have a look at how your selfish pity party affects everything. Let's see what being pathetic and worthlesss accomplishes.
Spirit Sarah drags Sarah through the door and the two of them are transported to Toronto, Canada. The date is Sunday, April 28th, 2013. The main event is about to take place.
Sarah: You take a look at this you dumb fucking bitch. Take a look at what happens when you don't show up because you decided to become a fucking moron!
There in the ring is a VERY frightened Zach Davis who is in a set of impromptu wrestling gear. 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell hits and the crowd is booing like mad. The announcement had just been made informing the crowd and everyone at home that Sarah Twilight had passed away and because of this, Zach Davis would be taking her place in the main event.
Sarah: Zach Davis? How does this happen?
Sarah: Because of you taking the plunge, you stupid fuck! Eric beat Zach Davis into a coma that he'll never recover from. Freddy Whoa took his place announcing and Shannan Lerch quit because of it. Now Freddy Whoa calls matches alongside Davey Ortega. And if you think you were the butt of the joke in life...you haven't seen a fucking thing yet. Ortega spends every moment of every week reminding everyone that Eric drove you to your own death. He plays a clip of your loss at Explosion every week to kick off the show. Sarah Twilight's legacy has become the opening gag for Slam because you decided to take the fucking easy way out.
Sarah: So, if I don't face him, Eric remains champion by beating the hell out of Zach Davis. Then what?
Sarah: What do you mean then what? Are you that fucking stupid? You don't show up, you took a fucking dive into the falls and you're asking me THEN WHAT? He remains champion because YOU weren't there to stop him. That's what you fucking dumb bitch!
Sarah: You had better stop fucking talking to me like that!
Sarah: And what the fuck are you going to do about it? Not a DAMN THING! Why? Because you seem to have forgotten just who the fuck you are. You want to play nice with the fans? FINE! You want to sign autographs and have everyone cheer for you? FINE! But what the fuck are you doing when you head out to the ring? Because it sure as fuck isn't what I'd be doing. Sarah Twilight is a ruthless, sadistic, barbaric in ring competitor who will do WHATEVER it takes to destroy her opponents. Sarah Twilight is cold, calculating and HEARTLESS individual inside of the ring. Sarah Twilight does NOT allow punk ass little shits to get the better of her. YOU are FAR from being the same Sarah Twilight that made WAVES in the wrestling industry. You?....You're a fucking loser.
Spirit Sarah spits at the ground out of pure disgust before snapping her fingers and transporting the two of them to another destination. This one is Slam, three months from now. Kyle Steel is standing inside of the ring.
Kyle Steel: Please welcome the NEW CEO of Wrestling Championship Federation....ADAM YOUNG![/color]
Sarah: No. No fucking way I believe that. Now you are just TRYING to fuck with me.
Sarah: Believe it. See, with Eric remaining champion, his ego grows and his power trip grows. He and Seth pool their money together to go into a legal battle with Jonny Fly. While the two sides wage war and drain themselves financially to maintain control of the company, Adam Young slips in the back door when their assets are frozen and buys the company out from under them.
Sarah: HOW? How the fuck does Adam Young afford to buy WCF?
Sarah: Something about oil fields and stocks and shit. I don't fucking know. Point is, again this is your fault because you are a stupid fucking bitch who doesn't remember how to get things done. Tell me, since when the fuck did you start curling up in a ball when someone attacks Rachel? Seriously...you fucking disgust me.
Sarah: I'm not. I--
Sarah: Shut your fucking mouth! Yes you are. You are curling up and acting like a frightened little BITCH who can't handle anything. What the FUCK happened to the Sarah Twilight who burnt down a fucking house and eliminated her PARENTS...her own FLESH and BLOOD for harming Rachel? Huh? What the fuck happened to her? Now I'm standing here looking at a little piece of shit bubble bitch who decides to jump into a fucking waterfall rather than do something about an ENEMY hurting her sister.
Sarah: ENOUGH! I don't want to take the plunge from the fucking bridge okay? I want to DESTROY Eric Price! I want to rip his flesh from his bone and cause him the agony of endless torture. I want to feel his bones crack in my hands and hear his screams of complete misery as I break every last piece of him. I want to beat him within an inch of his life and then stretch that inch to a fucking mile JUST so I can beat the shit out of him again. I want to watch blood pour from his eyes, mouth, nose and any other part of his body as he pleads and begs for me to stop. I will give him no mercy. Absolutely NONE as I show to him the very worst of what I am capable of. I want to make HIM feel as if the only end to the suffering I will cause him is death, but I will not allow death to come to him. I want to carve open his chest and reach into his ribcage and rip his beating heart from his chest and squeeze it with my bare hands until every last drop of blood is emptied from it. I want to watch as he gasps for air and his lungs struggle, desperate for breath as they collapse under the weight of my wrath. I want Eric Price to look into my eyes and KNOW that his life is in MY hands. I want to take EVERY bit of anger and rage that has ever been a part of my soul and unleash it ALL upon Eric. I wish to leave Eric Price a bloodied, battered, broken mess of a man who is UNRECOGNIZABLE to anyone he's ever come into contact with. I wish to leave him so mutilated, so badly destroyed that no amount of stitching, staples or medical care will EVER be able to heal the scars I leave him with. These are the things that I want, and I am going to fucking GET THAT! Okay? OKAY? You want the BITCH who doesn't care? WELL YOU FUCKING HAVE HER!!!!
Spirit Sarah doesn't spare the sarcasm in her response.
Sarah: About fucking time.
Sarah is now the one to GRAB the spirit version of herself, by the throat.
Sarah: Now you fucking take me back to wherever the FUCK it is that you need to take me so I can get back to MY life and MY destiny of beating Eric Price to a PULP! I am NOT playing anymore of these fucking games. Not with you, Logan or anyone else. You want to show me wrestling yet to come? How about I show you the image of ME standing over a BROKEN and DEFEATED Eric Price, holding the WCF World Championship! You asked me about stipulations? I have your fucking stipulation! I know EXACTLY what I am going to do to Eric Price and there's not a person on this fucking EARTH who can stop me! NOW TAKE ME THE FUCK BACK!
Chpt 6. : Rekindled Spirit
Spirit Sarah snaps her fingers and Sarah is once again transported. This time it is back to the very bridge that Sarah had been standing on, ready to jump. There, Joe the guardian angel awaits. He is still leaned against the steel raiing, hands folded together.
Joe: So, yous gonna take the plunge or what?
Sarah hops over the railing and back to the other side of the bridge. Her emerald eyes are burning with a desire like she's never had before. She scowls as she looks at Joe.
Sarah: Fuck no. I have way too much to live for. I'm going to be the next WCF World Champion. And I am going to CRIPPLE Eric Price to do it!
Joe: Wait...so yous not jumpin'? You mean to tell me I get my ring? I get my fuckin' ring?!
Joe looks elated. He celebrates for a moment before stopping, sighing and frowning.
Joe: Wait. This is some trick. Yous fuckin' with me right?
Sarah shakes her head. The look in her eyes has not changed.
Sarah: Eric thought he had me by going after the one person that I hold more dear to me in my life than anything. It almost worked. But the fact is, it didn't. What it has done is make me more dangerous, more focused and more violent than I have EVER been. I have one primary goal, to ensure that Eric Price doesn't walk out of Aftermath at all! So no Joe, I am not fucKing with you. I am not taking the plunge...but come Sunday...Eric sure as fuck IS!
Joe: Thatta girl! That's the kinda thing I like ta hear. Big Guns is gonna be happy to hear this for sure!
Sarah tilts her head slightly, pondering something.
Sarah: I have to know though...why? Why did he bother with me?
Joe: That's something that only he knows. But I tells ya this much. Sometimes, it takes someone as fucked up as you to defeat someone as fucked up as Eric Price. Either way, it's all in the plan.
Sarah: What plan?
Joe smiles as he waves at Sarah.
Joe: You take it easy, toots.
Joe snaps his fingers and disappears. The waters below start racing once again and all of the sounds return to normal. Sarah is left wondering what this big plan was as she looks all around to where Joe had gone. In the distance, she can see the spirits of wrestling looking back at her, smiling. She can almost hear them all chanting for her.
"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"
Suddenly, the sounds of sirens begin to accompany the raging waters and the chanting. Sarah openss her eyes to find hersself passed out on the very bench she'd sat down on the night before. She mustv'e passed out drunk. It is morning now and an ambulance pulls up alongside where she was at. She looks up to find the source of the chanting as Rachel frantically rushes toward her.
Rachel: Sarah? Sarah are you alright?!
She sits up from the bench, looking at her sister with a smile.
Sarah: Actually, I don't think I've ever been better.
Rachel: I was so worried. What are you doing out here? It's so cold.
Sarah: I just needed some time to think is all. But don't worry sis, I know EXACTLY what I am doing now.
The two embrace as a few paramedicss are standing by, just to make certain that the night out in the open cold didn't leave Sarah with hypothermia or anything. Amazingly, despite her having been drunk and very susceptible to the cold, she was perfectly fine..as if someone...or something had been watching over her. She shakes her head at the notion as she continues to hug her sister. That was only a dream, a culmination of her thoughts that lead her in the direction that she needed to be. She smiles, at ease and totally confident in what she needed to do.
Sarah: You ready Rachel? Let's get going. I have work to do.
Rachel nods and the two turn to head off. However, something catches Sarah's eye from the bench she was on. A small piece of paper looking like a card that you would attach to a gift. She pauses, reaching down to pick up the slip of paper and she opens it. She is absolutely in shock by what she sees. The piece of paper is a small note. It reads:
I got my gold...
Now you go get yours.
- J
We fade to black.
Just across the pristine waters of Lake Ontario from Toronto lies one of the most iconic natural landmarks in Canada. Perhaps, even in all of North America...the beautiful, romantic and yet depressing horseshoe falls of Niagara. A cold wind wisps through this riverside community as the last remnants of winter lay their claim in the north. Despite the chill that remained in the air, the streets are lined with people on this brisk evening. All of them there to experience the majesty of the falls.
With just a few days until her rematch with Eric Price for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, it is here that we find Sarah Twilight. The radiant redhead exits a 2013 Ford Mustang GT Convertible in front of the luxury Sterling Inn of Ontario. She is dressed in a white turtleneck that is covered over by a thick blue denim jacket. She is wearing blue jeans and a pair of laced leather boots. Of course, her pentacle charm dangles from her neck. She is currently on her cell phone, smiling and happy.
Sarah: No, not at all. We have time and I know you've always wanted to see the falls, Rach. We're going to have so much fun tomorrow. I can't wait!
Rachel: (on phone) That's awesome sis. Thanks so much for taking the time. I wouldn't want to spend it with anyone else.
Sarah: So where are you?
Rachel: (on phone) Selene, Logan and I left the airport a little while ago. I'd say we'll be at the hotel in about twenty minutes. Okay?
Sarah: Alright, see you then. Love ya!
She hangs up the phone and enters the lobby to the fabulous hotel and makes a quick stop at the small shop locates adjacent to the main floor for a bottled water. After a few moments in line, she pays for her drink and makes her way to the elevators. She heads up to heer floor and makes her way down the hall to her room. She enters the room, closing the door behind her and is startled as she turns around to see her sister Rachel already in the room.
Sarah: Shit sis! I didn't think you'd be here for another twenty minutes.
Rachel: Nope, I'm here.
Sarah: Where are Logan and Selene?
Rachel: They're coming.
Sarah: I'm excited for tomorrow. I know how much this is going to mean to you so we are doing it all. Maid of the Mist and everything.
Rachel: Sounds great.
Sarah: Is...everything alright?
Rachel: You tell me?
Sarah: Rach...everything is fine with me. I told you, after this past week with Ortega. Did you see what I did to him? Eric is scared shit. I have him, I know I do. And I am going to enjoy beating the ever living shit out of him on Sunday.
Rachel: Well, I'm glad that 'someone' is enjoying themselves.
Sarah: Rachel what is going on?
Rachel: What is going on? You left me, just like you did when we were kids. You left me to get manhandled by that animal and now you are just 'so thrilled' to go and kick his ass. Where were you when I needed you? WHERE?
Sarah's eyes widen and her lower lip trembles with upsetment. A tear rolls down her cheek.
Sarah: Rachel I...I have always tried my best to take care of you. To protect you. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I had no way of knowing he'd do what he did.
Rachel: "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean it." No, you never mean it, Sarah. You didn't mean it when you were living it up with Selene and I was stuck in that house of horrors. You didn't mean it when I wound up in the hospital nearly DEAD and you don't mean to include me in your wars with wrestlers because YOU want some stupid glory for yourself. I get hurt but it's okay because Sarah didn't 'mean it.'
Sarah: That is NOT true! It's not true at all!
Rachel: Yes it is. Sarah only cares about Sarah. Sarah never cared about me. I am just your sacrificial lamb. You did all of those things to me Sarah! It was YOU, you and your selfish ways!
Sarah: NO!
Sarah punches the mirror on the wall beside her and it shatters. Suddenly, Rachel vanishes into thin air leaving Sarah to realize that she was still very consumed by everything that had happened. She turns and heads back out of the room and storms her way to the elevators, very distraught and an emotional wreck right now. As she steps onto the elevator and the door closes behind her, the other elevator opens to reveal Rachel, Selene and Logan Hawkins who make their way to the room, unaware of what had just taken place.
Several Hours Later - Cool Hand Luke's Bar and Grill
Sarah is seated at the bar with SEVERAL empty bottles of brandy in front of her as well as one that is halfway depleted of it's content. It is quite obvious that Sarah is completely drunk and wallowing in her emotional turmoil. She takes the glass of brandy in her hands and swallows the last gulp before refilling the glass from the remaining bottle. It isn't long before the bartender makes his way toward her.
Bartender:Listen eh. It's nearly two in the morning. I can't serve you any longer.
Sarah replies to him, though her words are nearly incomprehensible.
Sarah: If ta wanika drifnk thenu ffffpuckmkin drifnk.
Bartender: I'm sorry, but you're going to have to leave. Can I call you a cab?
Sarah: CUCK A FAB!
Sarah angrily staggers out of the tavern and makes her way out into the empty streets of Niagara Falls. It isn't long before she finds herself near the falls themselves. She stumbles her way toward the rainbow bridge area and finds a bench, where in her intoxicated frame of mind, she has no choice but to take a seat as everything was spinning. Sarah had casually drank brandy many times, but she'd never actually gotten herself drunk, so this was completely new territory for her. She slumps down on the bench and places her face in her hands, completely out of it. She slowly starts to drift off. Suddenly, she makes it back to her feet in a fit of rage. Her eyes darting back and forth as she looked ahead at the bridge. She mumbles incoherently to herself once again as she seems to have decided on something.
Chpt 2 : It's a Miserable Life
She stumbles forward a few steps in her inebriated state, looking out over the bridge. The roaring waters of the falls crashing against the rocks below rumble loudly and dominate this mostly calm and quiet night. Her glossed over emerald eyes fixated on the ripping current below. She watches as each wave of water blasts itself against the rocks and races toward their final descent at the magnificent horseshoe falls just a few hundred feet away. In the midst of her intoxicated madness, it almost seems as if she can pick apart each individual wave with her eyes and follow it along. The motions of the waters seem to seduce her in a sadistic and macabre manner. Her eyes continue to follow the ripples of water as she takes a tight grip of the cold steel railing. Her hands wrapped around the cool metal as she awkwardly and unsteadily hoists herself over the bar, narrowly managing to land her feet on the small space of steel grating below. There is no longer a safety rail separating her from the raging waters below. Her mind races with thoughts of all that has happened over the past few months, swirling throughout her psyche just as quickly as the white capped waters that race beneath her some few hundred feet. Sarah takes in a deep breath as her eyes remain fixated below and she softly speaks out, as if speaking to someone.
Sarah: I'm sorry...
Her hands loosen their grip from the railing and she extends her arms out to her sides as she falls forward, plummeting head first into the watery abyss that awaited her below. She closes her eyes as she falls, the wind rushing through her hair as she falls. It would be just a matter of seconds before the abruptness of her body crashing into the extremely chilled waters would send her into shock. She'd be dead before she even realized that every bone in her body had crumbled upon slamming into the jagged rocks hidden beneath the waters. If she did manage to survive the impact, hypothermia would set in quickly, and in the weakened state that she would be left rendered upon impact, clinging to life would not be a lasting prospect. These thoughts never cross her mind as she was either too upset to care or too drunk to form any type of sound judgement. Though as she waits to feel the cool rush of water over her, the sounds of the water stop altogether. There is nothing but complete silence. She does not feel the water, nor the impact of her body crashing into her watery grave below. She can no longer feel herself falling either.
Was she already dead? She hadn't felt the impact and maybe that was a good thing. But her thoughts are still racing. Could she still think and feel and act even in death? Was this the burden she would carry with her even into the afterlife? The pain of her emotions had not ceased. Her thoughts continue to haunt her and perhaps that is the price that she would pay for taking her own life. The drunken stupor that had carried her into this turmoil was all but gone at this point and finally she opens her eyes. She is not dead...at least she doesn't believe so. She finds herself still on the bridge, holding tightly to the railing, still moments from letting go. However, the waterss below are no longer moving at all and not a sound is being made. Everything seems to be almost frozen in time. She is confused, angry and depressed all at once. Had she jumped or did she simply imagine it? Why had everything stopped? Before she could try to rationalize any of these things in her own mind a voice startles her.
"That bad, is it?"
Sarah screams out as the unexpected speech breaks the complete silence. Her eyes dart to the right of her where a slightly shorter man rests against the guard railing with his hands classps together and his fingers interlocked. He has a thick, full bodied head of hair and a smug, almost grouchy look to him. He wears a black trenched leather coat over a black turtleneck. Black slacks and shoes complete the ensemble. For all intensive purposes, this man resembles Joe Pesci quite a bit, even down to the accent with which he spoke. Sarah looks curiously at him, but doesn't say a word. She is far too cnfused to even try to understand what is happening here. The man offers up another comment.
Man: No, I mean hey, don't let me stop ya. If yous wantin' to take a header, by all means, go right ahead.
Sarah eyes the man suspiciously and finally breaks her silence.
Sarah: I...I'm not going to have someone just watch me! Ugh, why are you even out here?
The man chuckles almost sarcastically.
Man: I suppose I could ask you the same thing. Though we already seem to have established yous about to take a face plant. I mean, yous gotta have some fucked up shit goin' on in that pretty little head of yours. But hey, it ain't none of my business.
Sarah: So...then why are we having this conversation?
Man: Oh, I almost forgot...how rude. I'm Joe...your Guardian Angel. That answer your question?
He extends his hand out to her. Sarah is looking at him in utter disbelief...as she seriously didn't believe a word he was saying.
Sarah: And you're caling me fucked up?
Joe: Hey, I don't pick the gigs.
He snaps his fingers and as he does, the waters below begin to move again and all of the raging sounds of the river and waterfall return. He smirks, having proven his point so he snaps his fingers once more and we return to complete silence.
Joe: I'm also not the one looking to take a dive either, toots.
Sarah is a bit curious now obviously. After all, how many times can you say you've ever seen someone turn a river on and off at the snap of a finger? Needless to say, Joe has her attention right now.
Sarah: So, I take it you are here to stop me from going over?
Joe: Hey, again, not my call. If it was up to me, I'd say go for it. But big guns upstairs makes the call on this one.
Sarah: Big Guns?
Joe: Okay now you're just insulting my intelligence as much as you are yours. You know who I'm talkin' about.
Sarah: I'm sorry...but I don't bel--
Joe: Yeah yeah and two seconds ago you didn't believe in Guardian Angels either. Listen toots, I know what you do and do not believe. Big guns, he knows you don't believe in him, but for whatever reason, he believes in you. That's why I'm here so let's cut the crap okay?
Sarah remains silent. I mean, she cou;dn't exactly argue here. The guy had proven his point, so she listens on and nods as he speaks.
Joe: I seen your file, and I tell ya, I think Big Guns is screwin' with me here. I don't see no good reason for me to stop you from goin' over.
Sarah: Gee, I feel like changing my mind already.
Joe: Hey, don't blame me for yous bein' a bitch for ninety percent of your life. I only gots what I gots to go on, and I tells ya. There ain't much here to go on.
Joe looks upward at the sky and extends his arms outward, screaming.
Joe: THANKS A LOT!
Sarah: So, let me guess. You keep me from jumping and what, you get your wings or some shit?
Joe looks at her and shakes his head with laughter.
Joe: Wngs? Whatdaya think this is 1942? This is 2013, I keep you from goin' splat and I get my ring. Pure gold, diamonds too. Not that cheap shit you find at the mall either. This is the good shit.
Sarah: Angels who curse and wear gold rings. Yeah, totally makes sense.
Joe: Hey, ain't none of us perfect except for big guns. I want my ring, I value what the big guy has offered me. What does it fuckin' matter to you anyway? You don't even value the life you were given. You think you'd be so much better off if you take the plunge? Is that what you think?
Sarah: You said yourself that there ain't shit in there worth saving me for. So why are you wasting your time?
Joe: I am wastin' my time. Believe me, I know. You got it all figured out dontcha? Yous a fuckin' genius ain'tcha?
His insults sting and Sarah lashes out at him in anger.
Sarah: What the fuck do you want from me?
Joe: Me? Toots I don't want shit from you. You take that header and next week I'll be standing here talkin' to some other shmuck wantin' to take a nose dive. You need to figure out what you want from me sweetheart. You want to come back over that railing and quit being a fuckin' waste of time or do you want to get acquainted with the fishes?
Sarah lowers her eyes a bit and nods, sighing.
Sarah: Alright, we'll talk, I'm listening.
Joe shakes his head feverishly.
Joe: Oh no no no. It ain't gonna be that easy. This here is how it's gonna be. Yous gonna be visited by three spirits. They are gonna show you what you want to see, life without you. After that, I bring ya back here. Then you decide, either you come over that railing or...if you still wanna take a header, then go for it. Capishe?
Sarah nods.
Joe: Midnight, the first spirit will visit ya at midnight. Oh and, he's a goomba of mine so you better show him some damn respect!
Joe snaps his fingers and in an instant he's gone.
Chpt 3. : The Spirit of Wrestling Past
The next thing that Sarah realizes is waking up in her bed at the hotel room. She is still fully dressed. The clock on the wall reads 11:59pm. She looks across the room to see Rachel sleeping soundly in the other bed. Everything seems alright and normal. That is, until the clock strikes midnight. The cimes are loud as they seem to echo throughout the entire room, though it doessn't disturb Rachel or Logan and Selene who are in the next room. The door to her hotel suite opens and a light brighter than anything Sarah has ever seen shines through surrounded by a white mist that rolls inside. Heavy footsteps can be heard as a figure enters the room from within the blinding light. Slowly the features of this person begin to settle in as the light begins to fade. Sarah squints her eyes trying to make out this person, or spirit or whatever it was. Eventually she is able to make this person out. A man with jet black hair slicked back and a clean shaven face. He is well dressed with a flashy gray suit that has white pinstripes tracing it. An expensive pair of Italian leather shoes upon his feet. Although this was not a person completely familiar to Sarah, she knew well enough that this first spirit...the spirit of wrestling past had come to her in the form of the ever famed 'Slickie T' Allen Guiliano.
Sarah moves to get up from the bed until Allen holds up a hand, motioning her to stay where she is for the moment. He takes a few paces more into the room and stops, looking around. He folds his hand behind him and whistles casually as he ponders something. His eyes continue to scan the room. Finally he speaks.
Allen Guiliano: I have to assume that I've received some misinformation.
Sarah looks over at him oddly. She tilts her head slightly.
Sarah: I...what do you mean?
Allen Guiliano: You know, giving up. That's not something in my vocabulary. When you make your place in life by having disregard for your own body and putting yourself through some of the most grueling situations that someone can dream up, the concept of letting go just isn't something that comes to mind. So when they tell me that I'm here to talk a woman who lives and breathes the business out of giving up, I have to assume I've gotten some bad information. I look at you and I don't see someone who is ready to give up. I see someone who has lost their way. I see someone who needs to be reminded of their purpose.
He pauses for a moment, looking at her.
Allen Guiliano: Come now, we have much work to do.
Sarah nods as she gets up from the bed and joins Allen near the doorway. The two walk out through the door and it closes behind them. When it does, they are no longer in the hotel, instead they are at the WCF home arena in Reading, Pennsylvania. The building is jam packed with screaming fans. Off in the distance from where the two now are is the ring, where Sarah can see herself currently in a brawl with Jonny Fly. She instantly remembers this night. It is March 25th, 2012...her first opportunity at the WCF World Championship.
Allen Guiliano: You remember this?
Sarah sighs as she nods.
Sarah: Yes, I remember it...Look, if you are going to show me all of my past failures and whatnot....I mean, I already know how this one ends.
Allen smiles a bit with a soft chuckle to himself.
Allen Guiliano: Oh no, we aren't here to have you relive replays from the past. We are here for a very different reason.
Allen grabs Sarah's attention as he motions his hand forward.
Allen Guiliano: Have a look at this.
As Sarah turnss to look at what Allen was pointing at, she realizes they are no longer in the mass of the arena watching the match. They are instead backstage just behind the curtain where Eric Price is watching Sarah's match with his arms folded and a pouting face as he talks to himself.
Eric Price: That should be me out there! I deserve the spotlight. Why? Why does she get this chance so quickly? I am overlooked for...for that woman!
Sarah glances back at Allen oddly.
Sarah: This...happened that night?
Allen Guiliano: Eric Price has always been jealous of you, Sarah. Ever since the day you arrived in WCF. You were a rising star while he was mostly unknown to the entire roster.The fact is, Eric Price was never meant to become the WCF Champion. The reason that he is, is mostly because of you.
Sarah seems even more confused at this point.
Sarah: I know that I was the referee but...
Allen Guiliano: No, that is not what I mean. Don't worry, I will show you during the course of our journey. For now, let us have a look at what things would have been like if you had not been here on this night.
Allen motions his hand forward and Sarah is able to see the very same night of March 25th 2012. However, her match against Jonny Fly is not taking place. Instead, Fly is in the ring, delivering a speech of sorts to the crowd.
Jonny Fly: So naturally, I have no opponent tonight. Seth couldn't find anyone who was capable of sharing a ring with me. But out of the goodness of my heart, I am here so that you can tell your grandkids that you witnessed greatness on this night. Let's face it, my just being here in the ring brings more value to this program than whatever jobbers were out here the rest of the night.
Suddenly, Eric Price walks out from the curtain.
Eric Price: Hold on Jonny. You will be defending your World Championship tonight! Seth may not have found you an opponent but I am challenging you right here and now!
Jonny Fly: Uh, first of all, who the hell are you? Secondly, no. Jobbers can't just walk out here and demand a shot at the World Champ.
Crowd: WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? WHO ARE YOU?
Eric is steaming mad as he is humiliated by the crowd who mock him for being virtually unknown. He storms to the back, agitated.
Allen Guiliano: This is what would have happened if you had not been there to put on the best match of the night with Jonny Fly. There would have been no World Championship match at all. Eric Price would have quit only to resign with the company a few weeks later. However, the world would not have been able to witness the classic contest that had you take Jonny Fly to his limit.
Sarah: But I--
Allen Guiliano: Shhh. You didn't win, no. But you were not meant to at that time. It's not always about whether or not you win or lose...it is capturing the moment when given the chance. You captured that moment and it had instantly placed you among the upper echelon of the WCF roster. You did not walk out with championship gold, but you walked out a champion nonetheless. This is because you earned the respect of the locker room. That night was yours no matter the outcome. That night was supposed to cement fate for Eric Price as well.
Sarah: How? I don't get how that has anything to do with Eric.
Allen Guiliano: Eric Price was a nobody at that time, and he was meant to remain that way. So long as there was you, he always was going to be behind the curtain, sulking silently to himself. Because Eric Price has always feared you. That is a fact that remains true to this day.
Sarah: If all this is true, then why is he still World Champion? Why is he still parading around WCF doing whatever the hell he wants?
Allen smiles, nodding his head slightly.
Allen Guiliano: As I told you, that responsibility lies with you.
Sarah: How?
Allen Guiliano: What I just showed you was a scenario of what would have happened had you never been here, correct?
Sarah: Yes?
Allen Guiliano: Let's see how well you remember our next destination.
Allen snaps his fingers and the two are no longer at Explosion 2012. Instead, they are at WCF Headquarters at the office of Seth Lerch. The date being June 3rd 2012. Sarah remembers this day as well. She can see herself standing there in a meeting with Seth Lerch. Ayria Adams is also present.
Seth Lerch: You want out of your contracts? The two of you are the Tag Champions, what the hell am I supposed to do here?
Allen Guiliano: You remember this night as well I take it?
Sarah: Yeah, my resignation from WCF.
Allen Guiliano: So, this is not going to be a scenario with what ifs. This is fact. You abandoned the company that made you a star and in doing so, you Sarah gave rise to Eric Price. In your absense his evil was allowed to fester. In your absense, he obtained a false sense of courage that enabled him to begin climbing the ladder of success one rung at a time. It is because of you that he is where he is today. You were the one person who kept him in check. the one person he feared. without you around, his reign of terror only began.
Sarah: Oh come on now!
Allen Guiliano: You come now. Listen to me and listen good. You saw that sulking coward who sat backstage and wished he had the spotlight that was on you from the very moment you signed with WCF. He envied everything about you and it is that envy that pushed him in your absense. He neveer would have dared make a move if you'd have stuck around. But you didn't, and so he began his rise. The responsibility lies at your feet. You created the monster and you are the one responsible to destroy it. That not good enough for you? Alright then, we'll continue.
Allen again snaps his fingers and the two are transported now to the Staples Center in Los Angeles for the Hellimination Match 2012. Things are very different than Sarah remembers them, however. This is because in this version of events, Sarah had never returned to WCF to join the Genesis team.
Allen Guiliano: You want to see how things turn out without you around? Here you go. Have a look because this is what happens without you.
As Sarah looks back up at the match, which is nearing it's end, the odds are in the favor of the Church of Dark Saints. Waylon Cash is grossly outnumbered by Nathan von Liebert, Famine of the Vile and Oblivion. The Genesis team itself had only gone in with four members while Pantheon and the Church each began with five.
Sarah: What the hell?
Allen Guiliano: What did you expect? You are not there to take Famine out of the equation. Also, due to your absense, Eric never feels the pressure to count Oblivion down for Jeff Purse. In fact, all of Pantheon and most of Genesis are eliminated rather quickly due to Eric's shady refereeing. Because of you, the odds would be in favor of the Church. Obviously, you are not there to force Eric's hand for a pinfall so Waylon instead is outnumbered.
The trio of monsters beat on Cash mercilessly and render him a beaten and battered mess before the leader of the Church, Oblivion takes the honor of securing the final pinfall. Eric doesn't even need to fast count at this point.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Sarah: But that's NOT what happened. I was there, and I did force Eric's hand down. Genesis won the match.
Allen Guiliano: Now you're starting to get the picture. Yes you were there on that night. Just like you should be there on Sunday instead of getting toe tagged at the morgue. It's time for Sarah Twilight to take the responsibility she's been given instead of feeling sorry for herself.
Sarah: This isn't abot some stupid title match. I let Rachel down. I should have been there fo--
Allen Guiliano: Don't give me that nonsense. If you were so concerned about her you wouldn't be thinking of taking a dive into the drink. This is about you not wanting to face difficult times. Guess what? In the wrestling business, things aren't easy. You want to kick yourself over the past? Kick as hard as you damn well want to but then pick your ass back up and go out there and get the job done. You don't turn your back and walk away because of self pity. You come back harder and stronger and you fight.
Sarah: I have already accepted the fact that WCF just doesn't want a female champion. Nothing I do will change that.
Allen Guiliano: Now you're just making excuses. You want to be the first woman to become the World Champion? Make it happen. Stop coming up with excuses. You aren't the World Champion right now because of you. You stand over the edge of a bridge because of you. It's not Eric or Rachel or anyone else who has brought you to that. You brought yourself to that.
He shakes his head at Sarah.
Allen Guiliano: When people mention my name, they talk about the great moments that I've had and the fact that I went out and took what I was after. I fought, and I fought damn hard for it. You have those moments, but you're wasting them. You want people to remember Sarah Twilight as being the best wrestler WCF has to offer or do you want them to remember Sarah Twilight, the little girl who couldn't hack it and went off the side of a bridge? If you want them to remember you as the first ever woman to hold that WCF Championship then you'd better go out and make it happen and stop talking to me about what WCF doesn't want for you. If you want it badly enough you'll go out and get it.
Allen snaps his fingers and brings the duo back to Sarah's hotel room. He looks at her with a sense of disappointment.
Allen Guiliano: I'v shown you what things would have been like if you were never around. And I've shown you that you alone are responsible for allowing Eric Price to rise into power. The only person who can change that is you. So you need to figure out just what it is that you want. You can either become the best wrestler that WCF has, or you can be an afterthought. That choice lies with you and you alone. I just want you to remember what I've shown you. Your absensse doesn't make anything better. You take from that what you will.
Once again Sarah is blinded by the bright lights as white mist again fills the room. Allen steps back into the concealment of the light and disappears.
Chpt 4. : The Spirit of Wrestling Present
The next thing that Sarah notices is she iss once again waking up in her bed at the hotel. Everything is exactly as it was before. Rachel is sleeping soundly in the bed across from her and the clock on the wall reads 11:59pm. Everything is calm and seems normal again. However, just as the clock strikes midnight, Sarah is once again overtaken by a blinding light. A thick mist once again rolls itself into the room accompanied by a figure. As Sarah struggles to make out who this person was the smell of mustard lingers in the air. Finally, she is able to make out the form of the spirit of wrestling present. It is none other than the hotdog eating, boudle bashing legend of WCF...Logan himself. The spirit of wrestling present, despite not being currently active, his lexicon is still present widely in WCF today. And in all aspects, he is an icon of WCF lure.
Logan: Babygurl!
He walks into the room, looking everything over. He shakes his head at her with some disappointment, just as Allen had earlier.
Logan: So I heard you're being a boudle! We can't have that.
Sarah: Logan I--
Logan: Hush there babygurl. We're going on a trip. Luckily for you it's not to Connector City.
Logan makes his ever famous pelvic thrust motion as he says that.
Logan: So Sarah Twilight, the bitch that takes no shit from anyone caught up on a bridge about to jump. Tell me Sarah, when the hell did you become Roy Speede? Whine and cry and bitch and moan and give up because things didn't go your way? WHAT THE FUCK, SARAH?
Sarah: You don't understand what I'm going through. None of you do. It's not as simple as you think.
Logan: SHUT UP BOUDLE! You are talking yourself in circles babygurl. You are trying to take the easy way out and are talking yourself into shit. But we're gonna fix that.
Sarah: Did you just call me a boudle?
Logan: Yep, damn sure did. Act like one, that's what you are, boudle.
Sarah: You want to give me shit about Eric too? Let me tell you something before you even get started. Eric Price is a bottom feeding coward. He's the fucking boudle.
Logan: He ain't the one wanting to jump off a bridge so...NOPE!
Sarah: So I fucked up, are you happy? I didn't admit it but FINE, what he did to Rachel got to me. I can't handle something like that. I was supposed to protect her.
Logan: Great job of doing it. Gonna be REAL helpful to her from the bottom of the river ain't ya?
Sarah: What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm never going to be able to erase that from my mind...what he did.
Logan: DAMN IT BOUDLE! YOU SHOW UP AND KICK HIS ASS! That's what you do. If it was me, I'd have tken him to Connector City by now and been done with it. Come on now babygurl, I know you aren't stupid. You know what you need to do, so why aren't you doing it?
Sarah: I don't know...
Logan: ERRRR, WRONG ANSWER!
Logan shakes his head.
Logan: Alright, enough talking. We're taking that trip now. Show you what's what.
Logan motions Sarah to follow him and they walk through the door. As it closes behind them they find themselves now at the hotel room of Eric Price in Toronto, just across the lake. He is currently having a conversation with Davey Ortega, who has a bag of ice on his head.
Davey Ortega: I'm just saying, I think it might have been a bad idea to keep bringing up Rachel.
Eric Price: Hm yes. I realize what she did to you last week. However, it is her sister that will ensure that I remain World Champion. I've gotten in her head and I am not going to stop now.
Sarah lunges forward and swings a fist at Eric. The blow passes through him and he doesn't feeel anything more than a breeze blow by.
Sarah: What the fuck?! I'm going to kill this piece of shit!
Logan: Relax babygurl. He can't see you or hear you. And you can't attack him. We're just here to watch.
Sarah: Fuck that. I want to rip him apart.
Logan: You would have had your chance come Sunday. Instead you wanted to take a header into Niagara Falls.
Logan shakes his head and returns Sarah's attention to the conversation at hand.
Davey Ortega: Eric, she got herself disqualified intentionally. When has she ever purposely lost before? Besides, you still don't even have a clue what kind of sick, unfair stipulation she's got waiting for you at Aftermath.
Eric Price: That is of concern, yes. But I've come this far. So long as I keep her grieving over her poor little sister, she has no chance against me.
Davey Ortega: I'm sure you know what you're doing. Listen, I'm just saying think about it, alright? Give me a call if you need anything.
Eric Price: I will.
He nods and Davey exits the room. This is when Sarah gets a chance to see the REAL Eric Price for the first time. Eric watches to make sure Davey has left before closing the door behind him. Immediately he rushes to the WCF World Championship and clutches it, he screams out looking upward as if speaking to God himself.
Eric Price: She can't have it! It's mine...you can't do this to me! I already defeated her at Explosion. Why? WHY is this happening to me?!
He holds the championship tightly to his chest.
Eric Price: This isn't fair. She can't have it. She can't! She just can't! Don't let her take it from me, please. Please I'll do anything!
Eric begins crying as he continues to hold the World Championship to his chest. He rocks back and forth as he continues to protest in what could be called a 'somewhat' prayer. Sarah shakes her head at him.
Sarah: I always knew he was completely pathetic.
Logan: Again, he isn't the one wanting to jump off a bridge. Fact is, Eric has always been scared of you, but you have been too stupid to realize it. The ball is in your court. He knows you have him and he's desperate. You should be in his head right now, not the other way around.
Sarah: I was in his head last month, what did that get me?
Logan: So give up? That how it works now?
Sarah: I didn't say that.
Logan: Actions babygurl. They speak louder than words.
Logan snaps his fingers after that comment and the two are transported back to Niagara Falls in real time where a frantic Rachel searches for her sister along with Selene. The two women are obviously very worried. Sarah's absense and decision to hang over the side of a bridge were affecting them painfully.
Rachel: Selene, I've looked everywhere I can think of. I don't know where she is.
Selene: I'm sure she'll show up eventually. This isn't like her.
Rachel: With how depressed she's been lately, I am seriously worried about her.
Selene: Yes I know, she hasn't quite been herself lately. Though I don't know how much more we can do?
Rachel: I have to find her. I can't stop until I do.
Sarah: Rachel, I'm here! I'm right here!
Logan shakes his head, laughing.
Logan: I already told you boudle. No one can see or hear you.
Sarah: STOP CALLING ME THAT!
Logan: Then prove that you aren't one. Show me something. Until then, you're a BOUDLE!
Sarah: You want me to prove it? FINE. I want nothing more than to kick Eric Price's ASS at Aftermath. I am DONE feeling sorry for what happened. I am DONE missing the mark and I am DONE with being judged by people like you, Fly, Gravedigger and whoever else. I am NOT concerned with the World Championship...I simply want to HURT Eric Price!
Logan claps, smiling.
Logan: Good job babygurl. You're starting to come around. Now, all you have to do is convince the next spirit of that and we'll be done. Though, good luck with that!....BOUDLE!
/PELVIC THRUST
Logan snaps his fingers and again Sarah is transported back to her hotel room at 11:59pm.
Chpt 5. : The Spirit of Wrestling Yet to Come
Again she finds Rachel there sleeping soundly and again everything seems normal until the clock strikes midnight. Though this time, as Sarah was set to come face to face with the spirit of wrestling yet to come, there is no bright light that blinds her. Instead, the door swings open to reveal a wall of flames that shoot into the room. Thick, black smoke follows the fire inside as once again a figure emerges through the concealment of the cover. Sarah's eyes go wide as she realizes whom she's staring at this time. There, looking back at her, representing the spirit of wrestling yet to come is....Sarah Twilight. The Mistress of Mischief stares back at herself with disdain as she enters from within the fires of whatever realm she'd come from. However, this is a much darker, and much more wicked version of the Sarah Twilight we know today. The part of Sarah that we hadn't seen for quite some time.
Sarah: Were you expecting someone else, dumbass?
Sarah: Oh great, I get to get the third degree from myself.
Sarah: Let's get one thing straight. You are NOT me. Not in any shape, way or form. YOU are a pathetic little bitch who doesn't deserve to call herself the Mistress of Mischief whatsoever.
Sarah jumps up from the bed, angered by this and she gets nose to nose with this exact image of herself. What Sarah doesn't expect is for the spirit version of herself to damn near slap the taste out of her mouth. Sarah's face is turned to the side as the impact of her spirit self's hand connects with her face.
Sarah: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Sarah: That is for being an embarrassment!
Spirit Sarah slaps the shit out of Sarah again.
Sarah: And that is for being a pathetic fucking waste of time!
The spirit version of Sarah shakes her head at Sarah in disgust.
Sarah: Look at you. I don't even know who the hell you are. You aren't Sarah Twilight, that's for damn sure.
Sarah: So what does that make you, bitch?
She spouts off sarcastically to the mirror image of herself.
Sarah: Exacty my point you stupid twit. I am the greatest professional wrestler in the world. I am the most successful female wrestler in WCF History and I am the first woman ever to hold WCF World Championship. And I am here because you and your bullshit pity parade are about to fuck that up for me. Since when the FUCK did you become such a weak and pathetic little bitch?
Sarah: I am NOT weak, OR pathetic.
Sarah: You're weak, pathetic and you aren't fucking ready. In fact, take the fucking plunge and stop wasting everyone's time.
Sarah: Fuck you! Just...fuck you! I am ready and I am going to kick Eric's ass come Sunday.
Sarah: Ha! Bullshit. You aren't going to do shit. Do you even have a match stipulation?
Sarah pauses for a moment as she is asked that question. Her eyes trail the floor as she responds.
Sarah: I've been....thinking about it.
Again the spirit image of Sarah slaps the shit out of Sarah in disgust.
Sarah: THINKING ABOUT IT?! You should already know EXACTLY what the fuck you need to do! UGH you are such a fucking waste of time!
Spirit Sarah paces back and forth agitated with the real version of herself. She shakes her head once again with much disdain and contempt. She grabs hold of Sarah by the back of her head, yanking on her hair.
Sarah: Come on twit. Let's have a look at how your selfish pity party affects everything. Let's see what being pathetic and worthlesss accomplishes.
Spirit Sarah drags Sarah through the door and the two of them are transported to Toronto, Canada. The date is Sunday, April 28th, 2013. The main event is about to take place.
Sarah: You take a look at this you dumb fucking bitch. Take a look at what happens when you don't show up because you decided to become a fucking moron!
There in the ring is a VERY frightened Zach Davis who is in a set of impromptu wrestling gear. 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell hits and the crowd is booing like mad. The announcement had just been made informing the crowd and everyone at home that Sarah Twilight had passed away and because of this, Zach Davis would be taking her place in the main event.
Sarah: Zach Davis? How does this happen?
Sarah: Because of you taking the plunge, you stupid fuck! Eric beat Zach Davis into a coma that he'll never recover from. Freddy Whoa took his place announcing and Shannan Lerch quit because of it. Now Freddy Whoa calls matches alongside Davey Ortega. And if you think you were the butt of the joke in life...you haven't seen a fucking thing yet. Ortega spends every moment of every week reminding everyone that Eric drove you to your own death. He plays a clip of your loss at Explosion every week to kick off the show. Sarah Twilight's legacy has become the opening gag for Slam because you decided to take the fucking easy way out.
Sarah: So, if I don't face him, Eric remains champion by beating the hell out of Zach Davis. Then what?
Sarah: What do you mean then what? Are you that fucking stupid? You don't show up, you took a fucking dive into the falls and you're asking me THEN WHAT? He remains champion because YOU weren't there to stop him. That's what you fucking dumb bitch!
Sarah: You had better stop fucking talking to me like that!
Sarah: And what the fuck are you going to do about it? Not a DAMN THING! Why? Because you seem to have forgotten just who the fuck you are. You want to play nice with the fans? FINE! You want to sign autographs and have everyone cheer for you? FINE! But what the fuck are you doing when you head out to the ring? Because it sure as fuck isn't what I'd be doing. Sarah Twilight is a ruthless, sadistic, barbaric in ring competitor who will do WHATEVER it takes to destroy her opponents. Sarah Twilight is cold, calculating and HEARTLESS individual inside of the ring. Sarah Twilight does NOT allow punk ass little shits to get the better of her. YOU are FAR from being the same Sarah Twilight that made WAVES in the wrestling industry. You?....You're a fucking loser.
Spirit Sarah spits at the ground out of pure disgust before snapping her fingers and transporting the two of them to another destination. This one is Slam, three months from now. Kyle Steel is standing inside of the ring.
Kyle Steel: Please welcome the NEW CEO of Wrestling Championship Federation....ADAM YOUNG![/color]
Sarah: No. No fucking way I believe that. Now you are just TRYING to fuck with me.
Sarah: Believe it. See, with Eric remaining champion, his ego grows and his power trip grows. He and Seth pool their money together to go into a legal battle with Jonny Fly. While the two sides wage war and drain themselves financially to maintain control of the company, Adam Young slips in the back door when their assets are frozen and buys the company out from under them.
Sarah: HOW? How the fuck does Adam Young afford to buy WCF?
Sarah: Something about oil fields and stocks and shit. I don't fucking know. Point is, again this is your fault because you are a stupid fucking bitch who doesn't remember how to get things done. Tell me, since when the fuck did you start curling up in a ball when someone attacks Rachel? Seriously...you fucking disgust me.
Sarah: I'm not. I--
Sarah: Shut your fucking mouth! Yes you are. You are curling up and acting like a frightened little BITCH who can't handle anything. What the FUCK happened to the Sarah Twilight who burnt down a fucking house and eliminated her PARENTS...her own FLESH and BLOOD for harming Rachel? Huh? What the fuck happened to her? Now I'm standing here looking at a little piece of shit bubble bitch who decides to jump into a fucking waterfall rather than do something about an ENEMY hurting her sister.
Sarah: ENOUGH! I don't want to take the plunge from the fucking bridge okay? I want to DESTROY Eric Price! I want to rip his flesh from his bone and cause him the agony of endless torture. I want to feel his bones crack in my hands and hear his screams of complete misery as I break every last piece of him. I want to beat him within an inch of his life and then stretch that inch to a fucking mile JUST so I can beat the shit out of him again. I want to watch blood pour from his eyes, mouth, nose and any other part of his body as he pleads and begs for me to stop. I will give him no mercy. Absolutely NONE as I show to him the very worst of what I am capable of. I want to make HIM feel as if the only end to the suffering I will cause him is death, but I will not allow death to come to him. I want to carve open his chest and reach into his ribcage and rip his beating heart from his chest and squeeze it with my bare hands until every last drop of blood is emptied from it. I want to watch as he gasps for air and his lungs struggle, desperate for breath as they collapse under the weight of my wrath. I want Eric Price to look into my eyes and KNOW that his life is in MY hands. I want to take EVERY bit of anger and rage that has ever been a part of my soul and unleash it ALL upon Eric. I wish to leave Eric Price a bloodied, battered, broken mess of a man who is UNRECOGNIZABLE to anyone he's ever come into contact with. I wish to leave him so mutilated, so badly destroyed that no amount of stitching, staples or medical care will EVER be able to heal the scars I leave him with. These are the things that I want, and I am going to fucking GET THAT! Okay? OKAY? You want the BITCH who doesn't care? WELL YOU FUCKING HAVE HER!!!!
Spirit Sarah doesn't spare the sarcasm in her response.
Sarah: About fucking time.
Sarah is now the one to GRAB the spirit version of herself, by the throat.
Sarah: Now you fucking take me back to wherever the FUCK it is that you need to take me so I can get back to MY life and MY destiny of beating Eric Price to a PULP! I am NOT playing anymore of these fucking games. Not with you, Logan or anyone else. You want to show me wrestling yet to come? How about I show you the image of ME standing over a BROKEN and DEFEATED Eric Price, holding the WCF World Championship! You asked me about stipulations? I have your fucking stipulation! I know EXACTLY what I am going to do to Eric Price and there's not a person on this fucking EARTH who can stop me! NOW TAKE ME THE FUCK BACK!
Chpt 6. : Rekindled Spirit
Spirit Sarah snaps her fingers and Sarah is once again transported. This time it is back to the very bridge that Sarah had been standing on, ready to jump. There, Joe the guardian angel awaits. He is still leaned against the steel raiing, hands folded together.
Joe: So, yous gonna take the plunge or what?
Sarah hops over the railing and back to the other side of the bridge. Her emerald eyes are burning with a desire like she's never had before. She scowls as she looks at Joe.
Sarah: Fuck no. I have way too much to live for. I'm going to be the next WCF World Champion. And I am going to CRIPPLE Eric Price to do it!
Joe: Wait...so yous not jumpin'? You mean to tell me I get my ring? I get my fuckin' ring?!
Joe looks elated. He celebrates for a moment before stopping, sighing and frowning.
Joe: Wait. This is some trick. Yous fuckin' with me right?
Sarah shakes her head. The look in her eyes has not changed.
Sarah: Eric thought he had me by going after the one person that I hold more dear to me in my life than anything. It almost worked. But the fact is, it didn't. What it has done is make me more dangerous, more focused and more violent than I have EVER been. I have one primary goal, to ensure that Eric Price doesn't walk out of Aftermath at all! So no Joe, I am not fucKing with you. I am not taking the plunge...but come Sunday...Eric sure as fuck IS!
Joe: Thatta girl! That's the kinda thing I like ta hear. Big Guns is gonna be happy to hear this for sure!
Sarah tilts her head slightly, pondering something.
Sarah: I have to know though...why? Why did he bother with me?
Joe: That's something that only he knows. But I tells ya this much. Sometimes, it takes someone as fucked up as you to defeat someone as fucked up as Eric Price. Either way, it's all in the plan.
Sarah: What plan?
Joe smiles as he waves at Sarah.
Joe: You take it easy, toots.
Joe snaps his fingers and disappears. The waters below start racing once again and all of the sounds return to normal. Sarah is left wondering what this big plan was as she looks all around to where Joe had gone. In the distance, she can see the spirits of wrestling looking back at her, smiling. She can almost hear them all chanting for her.
"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"
Suddenly, the sounds of sirens begin to accompany the raging waters and the chanting. Sarah openss her eyes to find hersself passed out on the very bench she'd sat down on the night before. She mustv'e passed out drunk. It is morning now and an ambulance pulls up alongside where she was at. She looks up to find the source of the chanting as Rachel frantically rushes toward her.
Rachel: Sarah? Sarah are you alright?!
She sits up from the bench, looking at her sister with a smile.
Sarah: Actually, I don't think I've ever been better.
Rachel: I was so worried. What are you doing out here? It's so cold.
Sarah: I just needed some time to think is all. But don't worry sis, I know EXACTLY what I am doing now.
The two embrace as a few paramedicss are standing by, just to make certain that the night out in the open cold didn't leave Sarah with hypothermia or anything. Amazingly, despite her having been drunk and very susceptible to the cold, she was perfectly fine..as if someone...or something had been watching over her. She shakes her head at the notion as she continues to hug her sister. That was only a dream, a culmination of her thoughts that lead her in the direction that she needed to be. She smiles, at ease and totally confident in what she needed to do.
Sarah: You ready Rachel? Let's get going. I have work to do.
Rachel nods and the two turn to head off. However, something catches Sarah's eye from the bench she was on. A small piece of paper looking like a card that you would attach to a gift. She pauses, reaching down to pick up the slip of paper and she opens it. She is absolutely in shock by what she sees. The piece of paper is a small note. It reads:
I got my gold...
Now you go get yours.
- J
We fade to black.
