Post by Sarah Twilight on Feb 21, 2016 16:34:53 GMT -5
Sunday, January 31st, 2016 - 8:04 am PST
Los Angeles, California
It has been nearly two years since the last time our focus began at the end of the culdesac on Valevista Trail. This quiet oasis nestled within one of the most densely forested areas in Southern California where the two story luxury home of Sarah Twilight stood, remaining exactly as it was the last time we had seen it. Except, that things weren't the same. The beauty of the flourishing pine trees surrounding the property and providing a breathtaking landscape brushed back and forth in the gentle breeze. The pristine white gravel road that leads up to the roundabout drive adjacent to the main entrance of the home was still as it had been. But the fountain centerpiece was dry with no water flowing. The outdoor pool was covered, and dried away pine needles littered the tarp. Unread newspapers and uncollected mail had gathered at the stoop to the main entrance. The once flourishing atrium was now dried away and reeking of death and desolation. Every indication that the home had not been in use for some time.
Had there been any doubt, the interior of the home quelled any such suspicions. The main living room was devoid of any life, just plain white sheets covering the furniture. Drapings and tarps covering the patio furniture just beyond the living room could be seen through the sliding glass door. The only light piercing into the home on this day was whatever rays of sun happened to have found themselves illuminating the abandoned estate. Upstairs, among the drapery and coverings was The Mistress of Mischief herself. Her deep, emerald green eyes gazing forward as she lets out a heavy sigh before brushing away a few stray strands of her gorgeous red hair. There on the carpet laid at her feet was her gym bag that she had gathered from the closet. The letters WCF embroidered into the side of the bag. Sarah looks down at the bag intently for a long time, contemplating.
Finally, she pulls her gaze from the bag and brings her hands up from her sides, revealing that she was holding a manilla folder. Opening the folder to reveal its contents, Sarah finds herself again simply staring down at what was quite possibly her future once again. There inside the folder was a prepared contract to once again compete for Wrestling Championship Federation as well as a first class airline ticket to Philadelphia. The contract already had Seth Lerch's signature and had been prepared a week earlier by then Assistant to Talent Relations, Katherine Phoenix. The only thing the contract required to become official was a signature from Sarah. After a few long moments of staring down at the documents, Sarah closes the folder and grabs her gym bag. She makes her way downstairs and heads outside, still carrying the bag as well as the folder. As she exits the estate, the sounds of tires rushing forward over gravel startle her as she had not been expecting any visitors. A navy blue Jeep Grand Cherokee roars into the drive and Sarah's sister Rachel nearly jumps out of the vehicle upon bringing it to a stop. She shakes her head vehemently as she looks at Sarah, noticing the gym bag and folder.
Rachel: Sarah ... what the hell are you doing? I ... I can't even believe this is true.
The one bad thing about living in such a selcluded and very private paradise like the Hollywood Hills ... is that your neighbors know every move that you make. Obviously, with Sarah not having been present at her home in quite some time, the activity caught the attention of someone who had notified Rachel. Sarah sighs again, not really wanting to have this conversation with her sister right now. She attempts to pretend as if she hadn't heard the question and clicks the button to her garage door opener, preparing to leave. Rachel however, is not about to let the question go unanswered.
Rachel: You aren't seriously considering going back there, right?
Sarah pauses next to her 2016 Ford Mustang GT, setting down the bag and placing her hands on the roof of the car, looking straight down and exhaling heavily.
Sarah: I ... I don't know.
Rachel throws her hands up in disgust and approaches Sarah, wanting to talk some sense into her older sister.
Rachel: Sarah, we've talked about this. You were certain you were never going to work for them again. I mean come on, what the hell was that two years in Canada for? You walked away from your entire life to put that in the past ... and now you're actually thinking about going back? Really?
Sarah remains with her eyes focused straight down as she continues to lean on the car in thought.
Sarah: You wouldn't understand, Rachel. This is not something I can simply forget.
Rachel places her hands on her hips now, growing rather frustrated at this point. Not that Sarah even noticed the posture ... or perhaps she did, somehow.
Rachel: Oh really? I guess you've forgotten that you gave them the best years of your life, and what happened when they couldn't handle it anymore? How many nights after it happened that we talked and talked. You put that company and your career over everything else in your life and got a big slap in the face on the way out. You forgetting all of THAT too? You forgetting just sitting here for a damn MONTH watching reruns of that damn company? What the hell is wrong with you, Sarah? Why on God's green Earth would you EVER want to work there again?
Sarah remains silent for what seems like an eternity to Rachel. She just remains focused on whatever spot on the ground she was staring at before finally slapping her hands on the hood of the Mustang and looking back at Rachel.
Sarah: Because I can!
Rachel blinks a few times, not even quite sure she wanted to understand that answer.
Rachel: I think that time in Canada made you loopy. I really think you need to sit down and think rationally about this, Sarah. Going back there just because you can ... is not going to do you any favors.
Sarah shakes her head and almost begins laughing at her sister's reply.
Sarah: No, I'm not going back there just because I can. I mean I'm going back because I can STILL run through that place like I never left. Two years ... people got complacent. Everyone is used to the status quo ... and they would like to forget. Oh I'm fucking sure they would. NOT going back would give them that victory.
Rachel: Sarah, I don't know who you've been talking to or whatever kind of crap they're filling you with but you don't have anything to prove there. What is the point? Who cares if people want to forget? You can't change history, neither can they. Why pick this fight ... again?
Sarah picks up her gym bag and tosses it into the car, a renewed fire in her eyes now as she responds to her sister.
Sarah: I'm not picking a fight, Rach. I'm just placing myself back where I belong. I am the very best professional wrestler that there is, and it's about time everybody fucking remembers that. I gave them just enough time to settle in and get comfy. That vacation is over.
Rachel reaches her arm out, holding Sarah's shoulder in a compassionate manner as she pleads with her older sister to reconsider this choice.
Rachel: Sarah, I know how you're feeling. But putting yourself back into the lion's den isn't going to ...
Rachel is cut off mid-sentence as Sarah pulls away from the comforting attempt, reaching into the pocket of her denim blue jeans to retrieve her phone, which was going off to her ringtone of "The Only One" by Evanescence. Rachel looks rather offended as Sarah steps away from her to answer the call. Looking down at the screen the name Charon is displayed as the incoming call. Sarah hits the accept button.
Sarah: Hello, Charon.
Rachel folds her arms, standing there at the sidelines while Charon responds on the other end of the line.
Charon: I half expected you to ignore the call, what with the uncertainty you had over our conversation in Quebec. I'm waiting at the airport if you've come to a decision.
Sarah smirks as she listens to Charon, already having made up her mind. Ironically enough, it was Rachel trying to talk her out of returning to employment with WCF which had enabled her to make her mind up. She responds to Charon confidently.
Sarah: Oh I've made my decision. I'll see you there.
Charon: Excellent.
Sarah hangs up the phone and gets into her car. Rachel is both beweildered and a bit angered over being ignored at this point. She makes one last attempt to get through to Sarah.
Rachel: Sarah, wait ... we really should talk about this. I think you're making a mistake.
The engine to the Mustang roars as Sarah turns the key and gives it some gas, backing out of the garage, leaning her head out of the window looking at Rachel.
Sarah: Sorry sis, we'll talk later. I have a plane to catch ... and an anniversary party to crash.
With those final words, Sarah races around the circular driver. passed Rachel's Cherokee and roars off into the distance. Rachel sighs, shaking her head as she slowly returns to her own vehicle, commenting to herself.
Rachel: I really hope you know what you're doing.
Monday, February 15th 10:36 pm EST
New York City, New York
Tick Tock Diner
The famous Manhattan diner sits across from New York's Penn Station and is a known stop for various celebrities. Countless autographed pictures line the walls with the likes of Derek Jeter, Patrick Ewing, Mike Piazza, even Logan and Sarah Twilight have previously had their pictures taken and they hang proudly on display. This alone was the recipe for attracting tourists from around the world hoping to get a glimpse of someone famous. In the city that never sleeps, the diner was moving at a very fast pace, even just over an hour before midnight. You would think it was mid-day with just how packed the restaurant is. Among the crowds of people inside, all of the members of The Family sit at a booth to enjoy a meal. Logan is banging his fork and knife against the table, impatiently awaiting his food. Charon sits in the corner of the booth with his arms folded, just watching the goings on. Morrigana and Dag Riddick sit closely to one another, chatting it up. Katherine Phoenix sits between Charon and Logan, trying to cozy up to Logan who is far more interested in finding out where his meal was. Across from Logan, Sarah Twilight is leaning back, glancing around at every member of this ... Family that had come together. The waitress brings out their meals and begins setting them down. Logan is served a plate of hot dogs of course. Katherine Phoenix had ordered the same, because she was following what Logan ordered. Charon and Dag both had steaks and potatoes. Morrigana and Sarah opted for fish, tilapia and salmon respectively. After Logan scarfs down two of his hotdogs and is no longer starving for food, he renews Family business. He looks directly at Sarah.
Logan: I got fuckin' Orbit again. I can't get rid of him, like I can't get rid of Katherine here. Like I said earlier, you better hold up this week, Twilight.
Sarah finishes a forkful of salmon as she narrows her eyes at Logan for the comment.
Logan: Don't look at me like that! Where the hell were you last week when Katherine was getting stomped? Huh?!
Sarah swivels her neck slightly with a look of "are you serious?"
Sarah: I was in fucking jail, Logan, remember? You and Dag were the ones who showed up to post bail.
Logan chomps down on another hotdog as Sarah responds to him. With one gulp he swallows it down and shakes his head.
Logan: Look babygurl, don't give me the technicalities. I know where you were. I'm straight up saying we better not have any incidents this time.
Sarah: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Logan: It means whatever you think it means. Orbit is gonna look for any way he can get his hands on my briefcase and I ain't getting fucked over.
Katherine Phoenix: Oh relax Logi bear. Sarah teddy will have your back.
Logan glares at Katherine as she makes the comment.
Logan: Was I talking to you? WAS I?
Katherine lowers her head and frowns.
Katherine Phoenix: ... No.
She frowns some more, and considers running off crying, but realizes she can't because Logan is at the end seat. Sarah responds to Logan at this point.
Sarah: You don't need to concern yourself with what I do, Logan. I'll handle this shit, like I always do. You worry about you.
Logan was going to respond, but before he does, Charon, who had been listening the entire time, interjects.
Charon: That kind of attitude doesn't exactly assure us that you're with the program.
He comments to Sarah and now has her attention.
Sarah: Would you like me to go and find Orbit and the rest now and cave their heads in? Would that help? I mean what the fuck? I was in jail, not like I wanted Kat to get the shit kicked out of her.
Charon nods.
Charon: Just want to be sure.
Logan: Yeah anyway, fuck it. We got this.
Sarah nods at Logan and the two continue to eat their meal. As they do, a kid, maybe about eleven or twelve years of age approaches the table.
Kid: Whoa, it is those wrestlers dad! It is.
Dag Riddik looks up from his steak and scolds the boy.
Dag Riddik: Go away kid, we're busy here.
Logan raises a brow and looks over at the kid.
Logan: It's alright Dag, he probably just wants an autograph.
The boy shakes his head and unzips his jacket. Underneath he is wearing a Steve Orbit tee shirt. Logan gasps.
Kid: No, my dad just wanted to see if it was really The Family. He says you guys suck, and he's right.
Dag Riddik practically wants to jump over the table to get at the kid for that comment, but Morrigana cools him down.
Morrigana: Let the brat go, he's not worth it. Focus on me instead.
Logan quickly grabs a hotdog off of Katherine's plate and shoves it into the young boy's mouth to shut him up. He pushes the boy back and Sarah extends her foot, tripping the boy. They all laugh ... but Katherine laughs for a very long time, like way longer than it was funny.
Katherine Phoenix: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was sooooooooo funny. That little teddy got tripped and fell with the hotdogs AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Now everyone in The Family is staring at her. Katherine giggles a bit ... slowing down, turning red, still a few giggles.
Katherine Phoenix: ... what?
She frowns again, and again considers running off crying ... but can't because Logan is still at the end seat.
Logan: This is the type of shit I'm talking about. That little bastard walking over here and saying we suck?
Sarah: People can say whatever they want. That tune will change. Anyhow, I have a few things I need to take care of. I'll talk to you guys later.
Sarah gets up from the table, leaving half of the meal behind as she gathers her jacket and heads out. The remaining members of The Family sit in silence for a moment, all looking at one another. Finally Dag breaks the silence.
Dag Riddik: I'm not sure I like depending on her for anything.
Charon: I'd have to agree, she seems a bit more concerned with herself than the best interests of all of us.
Katherine Phoenix: You guys are being waaaayyyyyy paranoid. Sarah Teddy never ever ever let me down when we were a tag team.
Logan listens to the comments and makes one more of his own.
Logan: Kat's right, Twilight just comes off that way. But we'll keep a close eye on her just in case.
The group as a whole nods in agreement.
Sunday, February 21st, 2016 -5:21pm CST
San Antonio, Texas
AT&T Center
The halls to the AT&T Center are bustling. Preparations were being made for this evening's Slam, and every second counted. Sound equpment, camera crews and various other production staff were already fast at work into making sure the entire broadcast would go off without a hitch. Sarah Twilight makes her way down one of the corridors, carrying her gym bag. She is dressed in a pair of black denim jeans, a pair of black Nike sneakers with a white swoosh and a tee shirt reading "The Only One" across the front written above a picture of Sarah. The sensation of being back here ... for the first time was a feeling unlike any other. It would be the first time she'd appear on Slam to compete in almost two years. Though plenty had changed. She could feel the stares of every single person she passed in the hallway. Most of them were unpleasant. Every crew member, every assistant ... every wrestler, some whom she was familiar with, some she had never seen before. All of them looked at her, wishing she wasn't there. This only motivated her more. She confidently swaggers past all of them, ignoring the ulwelcoming stares as she makes her way toward her locker room. This was to be the first time in a LONG time she'd geared up to step into a WCF ring, and she intended to make it count. Just as she reaches the locker room area, a familiar voice calls out to her. Sarah turns, not seeing anyone. Then the voice calls out again and she is able to locate the source. There to the side of the corridor was a small janitor's closet that had been cracked open slightly. Curiously, Sarah makes her way to the door and pushes it open to find ... Erin Robbins of all people, seated at a VERY small desk with tons and tons of envelopes.
Sarah: What the ... you still work here?
Erin nods her head, but frowns, clearly unhappy with what she was doing.
Erin Robbins: I've been doing payroll for about a year now. Thank GOD Katherine is no longer in charge of that. You have no IDEA how frustrating it is to have to stuff cookies into an envelope along with a paystub! UGH!
Sarah listens on ... not really caring about Erin's plight. She nods and smiles, turing to head to her locker. But Erin continues as she gets up from her seat and exits the roo--closet.
Erin Robbins: Hey Sarah, since you're back and all. Let me interview you ... for old times sake?
Sarah narrows her eyes at Erin and shakes her head.
Sarah: You're stuffing envelopes in a janitor's closet. I have nothing to say to you.
Erin Robbins: But ... I am really good. I was on commentary for like two years I know I can still do --Umph!
Erin is cut off as she is shoved back into her closet by Hank Brown! The charasmatic WCF interviewer takes his place as the only guy who's talking to anyone about anything in this arena. He has a camera man with him and is fully ready to get an exclusive interview.
Hank Brown: Now that that's taken care of. Welcome back, Sarah.
Sarah smirks a bit as she'd watched Erin get shoved back into the closet. The former commentator bangs on the door a few times, asking to be let out. Hank just kicks at the door to shut her up.
Sarah: Been a while.
Hank Brown: Indeed it has. How are you doing?
Sarah: I'm fine. Can't complain.
Hank nods. He leans casually against the wall, looking at Sarah.
Hank Brown: Listen, I'm going to cut to the chase here. People have been wondering ...what is going on with The Family and yourself?
Sarah quirks a brow at Hank. She sets her gym bag down at her side and folds her arms.
Sarah: What the hell are you talking about, Hank?
Hank Brown: I mean ... the rest of the group has been here for a while now, together. And here you are showing up alone. I mean it's no secret that you aren't exactly known as the most loyal person to any group you've been part of.
Sarah narrows her eyes a bit now, becoming agitated by the line of questioning.
Sarah: What is your point? I'm in a group ... we don't have to be attached at the fucking hip every damn day.
Hank backpedals slightly as he sees Sarah becoming angry at his tone and the content of his questions.
Hank Brown: No, no. I get that, but I mean the rest of the group seems to hold a bit more ... unity. Do you think that any tensions or ... the appearance of tensions could hinder you in your match tonight? Clearly Rebellution is unified and ready for the task at hand. The question is ... are the Family ready?
Sarah takes a step forward towards Hank, getting in his face a bit. She is clearly NOT happy with his insinuations.
Sarah: Unity huh? Let me fucking tell you something about "unity." Everyone has an agenda. Everyone ALWAYS has a fucking agenda. Katherine Phoenix, she had an agenda with singing me back here. I have my OWN agenda for why I accepted. Logan has an agenda, Charon, Dag and Morrigana have an agenda. The fact that this is CLEAR as fucking day should tell you everything you need to know.
Hank backs away from Sarah a bit as she continues.
Sarah: I don't need to sit around a fucking campfire and sing "Kumbayah" with Logan or Kat or anyone else. When the bell rings, I get the job done. What my agenda is, is not of your concern or anyone else's. All that matters is that we walk out of here tonight with a victory under our belts.
Hank nods, putting his hands up to give some separation between himself and Sarah.
Hank Brown: I understand that. I just was pointing out that historically, Sarah Twilight has always put herself first.
Sarah smirks a bit and folds her arms again as she relaxes a bit with the line of questioning.
Sarah: Of course I put myself first. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? There is no question about whether or not I put myself first. Logan knows it, Kat knows it ... everyone knows it. Logan puts himself first, Kat ... well forget about Kat. Anyway anyone who is NOT here for themselves first just doesn't fucking need to be here. But if you are trying to hint that somehow this is going to affect what happens out there tonight, you can put that fucking notion to rest. We are a group of INDIVIDUALS who have their OWN agendas and goals. At least we're fucking real about it.
Hank looks a bit confused.
Hank Brown: As opposed to?
Sarah: The fucking Pope ... come on you stammering IDIOT! Rebellution. Who the fuck else would I be talking about?
Hank Brown: I think they are very real and ... very unified.
Sarah cackles almost maniacally at Hank's response. She shakes her head at him with a few "tisk tisk" motions.
Sarah: That's what they'd like everyone to believe, I'm sure. But the reality of it all is that it's just a facade. It's bullshit.
Hank Brown: How do you figure that?
Sarah: Before we even get to Rebellution, let's begin with the mosta blatant joke of it all. Steve Orbit.
Hank Brown: Okay?
Sarah: Steve Orbit doesn't give a fuck about Rebellution. The only thing he gives a shit about is the fact that Logan has a briefcase and he does not. His panties are so bunched up it hurts. Orbit thinks this shit is all about himself and his crusade to get some kind of "justice" simply because he wasn't willing to do whatever it took to get the job done at Fifteen. Orbit finds himself in a very familiar predicament ... taking the back seat. Right now, he's taking a back seat to Logan, and it's hilarious. Orbit actually thinks he's owed something. He just can't accept the fact that he's not as great as he thinks he is. I suppose he feels that all of that time hanging around Jonny Fly was going to have him absorb Fly's talent. What a fucking joke.
Hank listens on. He considers interjecting a question into the conversation, but thinks better of it.
Sarah: Orbit is just sitting off to the sidelines watching Logan live the dream Steve wishes he had the BALLS to be living. But like I said, Orbit is accustomed to being on the sidelines. He took a backseat to me when we were part of Genesis, he took a backseat even to Waylon Cash in that retarded tag team they had going. Even on the day he FINALLY became world champion ...
Sarah claps sarcastically.
Sarah: He was taking the back seat to Eric Price and how he was running WCF into the ground. Steve Orbit is just the guy who plays second fiddle to everyone who actually matters ... which should show you EXACTLY what Rebellution is all about because they're taking a back seat to Orbit. How fucking pathetic can you be? I mean, why is Orbit even in this match? Rebellution already has DeMarcus Jordan ... I guess he wasn't convincing enough as a "bad ass" black man so they went and threw Sir Pimpalot into the mix and said "Hey DeMarcus ... fuck you." Yeah, that's unity.
Sarah laughs. Hank continues to listen on, even he cracks a smile when Sarah meantions "Sir Pimpalot."
Sarah: Steve Orbit is overshadowing this team because Orbit is a more known mediocre wrestler. But ultimately, Orbit will be the donfall of the team because he doesn't give a shit about it. Orbit likes to pretend like he has a pure moral compass and isn't deviant like the rest of us, but that too is bullshit. Orbit just wants to stomp and bitch at the fact that Logan is just better than him. Orbit waltzed back in and expected he had that Final Destination in the bag. Orbit found out the hard way that he is no Jonny Fly, you can't absorb talent by sucking talent's dick and that he is destined to remain in Logan's shadow for as long as Logan wants him there.
Hank Brown widens his eyes a bit at some of the harsh comments.
Sarah: So yeah ... unity. Let's see some more of that "unity." Grayson Pierce or Gemini or whatever the fuck his name is today. He is supposed to be the flag bearer ... the leader of the charge walking his brothers into battle and ... he got pushed off to the side by Steve Orbit. I mean what the fuck kind of leader just lets some washed up bitch like Orbit walk back in here and just pull rank and overtake him on the marquee? Pierce is a fucking joke. His team is a fucking joke, and he got bitch slapped across the face where he doesn't even have his whole team. He has three quarters of his team and ... that washed up bitch.
Sarah shakes her head and half lowers her eyes as if she actually felt some pity for Grayson ... which of course she didn't.
Sarah: Who's making the decisions in camp Rebellution? It sure as shit isn't Pierce. It's okay though, he can just let Orbit tell him what to do this week. At least when they get their asses handed to them he can blame Steve and pretend that he is still some kind of role model to be taken seriously by his little crew of assholes. That's what Rebellution does best after all, they play pretend. They pretend to be relevant, they pretend to have leadership, they pretend to have talent and they pretend to have unity. But we all know that isn't the case.
Hank Brown: I think ...
Sarah: I'm not finished. Shut the fuck up. I don't give a shit what you think. Gemini Grayson Pierce whatever ... he is seething, abso-fucking-lutely seething that he is playing second fiddle to a guy who sends Seth Lerch six hundred texts a day bitching about how he was screwed over. He might act like he just wants to "fight the good fight." But that is a blatant lie. He wants some revolution or rebellion or ... whatever fucked up combination of the words his retarded ass throws together. How can he be taken seriously as some driving force to change when ... the only thing that has changed is that someone from the same old hat walked in and took his place?
Sarah gives a thumbs up, which was obviously in severe sarcasm.
Sarah: Great job. You're really making changes and making waves ... no wait, Beachkrew makes waves. Man you guys are just shit out of luck aren't you? If that wasn't bad enough that Pierce got bitch slapped, what about his other half? Andre Holmes ... this guy has no idea what the fuck he's doing. When he's not busy arguing with Johnny Rabid or his wife, Katherine on social media he's busy being in the shadow of his tag partner, Grayson. How the fuck does that even happen? I mean, you KNOW you completely fucking suck when you're in the shadow of a guy who isn't relevant enough to even cast a shadow to be stuck in, and yet Andre has SOMEHOW managed to find a way to end up there.
Sarah laughs.
Sarah: He so badly wants to be recognized on his own. The thing is, Andre Holmes is absolute SHIT without his rag tag, bitch-ass group. He is so fucking jealous of Grayson Pierce that if the envy on his face lasted any longer his head would fucking explode. "Andre Holmes ... forever riding the coat tails of Grayson Pierce ... straight to the midcard." That is what it would read on Andre's tombstone. Everyone sees it, Andre himself sees it and yet he'd like nothing more than for it not to be true. He wants so badly to outshine Pierce ... when Pierce can't shine his way out of obscurity. Pierce is such a "fantastic" leader that he doesn't even see the envy. He has no idea that Andre is holding that knife, just waiting to take a stab in the hopes that people might actually notice him for more than being Mr. Katherine Phoenix.
Sarah grins devilishly and looks directly into the camera, addressing her friend Katherine now.
Sarah: Hey Kat, how's life? How's marriage? Has Andre put on his big boy pants today?
Hank can't help it at this point, he HAS to interject.
Hank Brown: Oh come on now! They're not married.
Sarah glares at Hank with an icy cold gaze that cuts right through him.
Sarah: Did I just fucking say they were married?
Hank Brown: Yes ... but ...
Sarah: Then they are fucking married!
Hank nods, leaving it alone at this point. Sarah composes herself and looks back toward the camera.
Sarah: Now then, back to "unity." Lastly and most certainly LEAST we have Bonnie Blue ... or is it Doctor Who? Doc and Marty too? Who gives a fuck ... the plain and simple fact is that Bonnie is just ... there. Out of place. Which is ironic and yet so appropriate for someone who has watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure one too many times. I mean you have Orbit, who is just going to bitch and moan about Logan ... and then Grayson and Holmes are a one sided tag team, at least they "kinda" have a reason to take part in this. But you? What the fuck is your purpose? You're just ... there. No reason, no purpose ... just there.
Sarah shakes her head, this time actually looking as if she really did feel sorry for Bonnie Blue. Sarah sighs.
Sarah: Seriously, if that time travel bullshit has even the slightest bit of truth to it and you actually AREN'T completely fucking mental ... I would take that shit back to the day before the "Rebellution" began and just pull the plug. Do yourself a favor so that history changes and you don't become the LEAST relevant person in an irrelevant group. I mean, you were there at Fifteen ... I think that Final Destination match was named as it was as a subtle hint to you. Just stop then and there, turn back. There is no future for you. You got outshined by a washed up bitch who is now captaining your team. Your friend DeMarcus got the boot in favor of Orbit, and your other two partners are so completely blinded by jealousy that they are likely to implode tonight.
Sarah pauses for a moment. She feigns wiping a single tear from her eye before continuing.
Sarah: Bonnie, there's still time. Go find that phone booth or DeLorean or a cardboard box fueled by Doritos and just head off into hyperspace. Or wherever the fuck it is that you go during time travel. Just save yourself the misery. It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to sacrifice yourself to end up less relevant than Andre Holmes' social media presence.
Sarah pauses for a moment before she bursts out laughing.
Sarah: Oh who the fuck am I kidding? That cooky bitch belongs with the rest of those morons. Tonight is going to be a great night, Hank. We're going to get to watch Larry and Curly look on like idiots as Moe and Shemp argue over who's going to captain the team. In the end, it is the group of us who are INDIVIDUALS that make up one unit who are going to walk away victorious. It's okay though, Hank. You, and everyone else can buy into the bullshit. We'll see about that "unity" tonight ... and we'll see how far it takes them.
Sarah pats Hank on the shoulder before picking up her bag and walking passed him to her locker room. She chuckles slightly, shaking her head.
Sarah: Now excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.
Fade to black.
Los Angeles, California
It has been nearly two years since the last time our focus began at the end of the culdesac on Valevista Trail. This quiet oasis nestled within one of the most densely forested areas in Southern California where the two story luxury home of Sarah Twilight stood, remaining exactly as it was the last time we had seen it. Except, that things weren't the same. The beauty of the flourishing pine trees surrounding the property and providing a breathtaking landscape brushed back and forth in the gentle breeze. The pristine white gravel road that leads up to the roundabout drive adjacent to the main entrance of the home was still as it had been. But the fountain centerpiece was dry with no water flowing. The outdoor pool was covered, and dried away pine needles littered the tarp. Unread newspapers and uncollected mail had gathered at the stoop to the main entrance. The once flourishing atrium was now dried away and reeking of death and desolation. Every indication that the home had not been in use for some time.
Had there been any doubt, the interior of the home quelled any such suspicions. The main living room was devoid of any life, just plain white sheets covering the furniture. Drapings and tarps covering the patio furniture just beyond the living room could be seen through the sliding glass door. The only light piercing into the home on this day was whatever rays of sun happened to have found themselves illuminating the abandoned estate. Upstairs, among the drapery and coverings was The Mistress of Mischief herself. Her deep, emerald green eyes gazing forward as she lets out a heavy sigh before brushing away a few stray strands of her gorgeous red hair. There on the carpet laid at her feet was her gym bag that she had gathered from the closet. The letters WCF embroidered into the side of the bag. Sarah looks down at the bag intently for a long time, contemplating.
Finally, she pulls her gaze from the bag and brings her hands up from her sides, revealing that she was holding a manilla folder. Opening the folder to reveal its contents, Sarah finds herself again simply staring down at what was quite possibly her future once again. There inside the folder was a prepared contract to once again compete for Wrestling Championship Federation as well as a first class airline ticket to Philadelphia. The contract already had Seth Lerch's signature and had been prepared a week earlier by then Assistant to Talent Relations, Katherine Phoenix. The only thing the contract required to become official was a signature from Sarah. After a few long moments of staring down at the documents, Sarah closes the folder and grabs her gym bag. She makes her way downstairs and heads outside, still carrying the bag as well as the folder. As she exits the estate, the sounds of tires rushing forward over gravel startle her as she had not been expecting any visitors. A navy blue Jeep Grand Cherokee roars into the drive and Sarah's sister Rachel nearly jumps out of the vehicle upon bringing it to a stop. She shakes her head vehemently as she looks at Sarah, noticing the gym bag and folder.
Rachel: Sarah ... what the hell are you doing? I ... I can't even believe this is true.
The one bad thing about living in such a selcluded and very private paradise like the Hollywood Hills ... is that your neighbors know every move that you make. Obviously, with Sarah not having been present at her home in quite some time, the activity caught the attention of someone who had notified Rachel. Sarah sighs again, not really wanting to have this conversation with her sister right now. She attempts to pretend as if she hadn't heard the question and clicks the button to her garage door opener, preparing to leave. Rachel however, is not about to let the question go unanswered.
Rachel: You aren't seriously considering going back there, right?
Sarah pauses next to her 2016 Ford Mustang GT, setting down the bag and placing her hands on the roof of the car, looking straight down and exhaling heavily.
Sarah: I ... I don't know.
Rachel throws her hands up in disgust and approaches Sarah, wanting to talk some sense into her older sister.
Rachel: Sarah, we've talked about this. You were certain you were never going to work for them again. I mean come on, what the hell was that two years in Canada for? You walked away from your entire life to put that in the past ... and now you're actually thinking about going back? Really?
Sarah remains with her eyes focused straight down as she continues to lean on the car in thought.
Sarah: You wouldn't understand, Rachel. This is not something I can simply forget.
Rachel places her hands on her hips now, growing rather frustrated at this point. Not that Sarah even noticed the posture ... or perhaps she did, somehow.
Rachel: Oh really? I guess you've forgotten that you gave them the best years of your life, and what happened when they couldn't handle it anymore? How many nights after it happened that we talked and talked. You put that company and your career over everything else in your life and got a big slap in the face on the way out. You forgetting all of THAT too? You forgetting just sitting here for a damn MONTH watching reruns of that damn company? What the hell is wrong with you, Sarah? Why on God's green Earth would you EVER want to work there again?
Sarah remains silent for what seems like an eternity to Rachel. She just remains focused on whatever spot on the ground she was staring at before finally slapping her hands on the hood of the Mustang and looking back at Rachel.
Sarah: Because I can!
Rachel blinks a few times, not even quite sure she wanted to understand that answer.
Rachel: I think that time in Canada made you loopy. I really think you need to sit down and think rationally about this, Sarah. Going back there just because you can ... is not going to do you any favors.
Sarah shakes her head and almost begins laughing at her sister's reply.
Sarah: No, I'm not going back there just because I can. I mean I'm going back because I can STILL run through that place like I never left. Two years ... people got complacent. Everyone is used to the status quo ... and they would like to forget. Oh I'm fucking sure they would. NOT going back would give them that victory.
Rachel: Sarah, I don't know who you've been talking to or whatever kind of crap they're filling you with but you don't have anything to prove there. What is the point? Who cares if people want to forget? You can't change history, neither can they. Why pick this fight ... again?
Sarah picks up her gym bag and tosses it into the car, a renewed fire in her eyes now as she responds to her sister.
Sarah: I'm not picking a fight, Rach. I'm just placing myself back where I belong. I am the very best professional wrestler that there is, and it's about time everybody fucking remembers that. I gave them just enough time to settle in and get comfy. That vacation is over.
Rachel reaches her arm out, holding Sarah's shoulder in a compassionate manner as she pleads with her older sister to reconsider this choice.
Rachel: Sarah, I know how you're feeling. But putting yourself back into the lion's den isn't going to ...
Rachel is cut off mid-sentence as Sarah pulls away from the comforting attempt, reaching into the pocket of her denim blue jeans to retrieve her phone, which was going off to her ringtone of "The Only One" by Evanescence. Rachel looks rather offended as Sarah steps away from her to answer the call. Looking down at the screen the name Charon is displayed as the incoming call. Sarah hits the accept button.
Sarah: Hello, Charon.
Rachel folds her arms, standing there at the sidelines while Charon responds on the other end of the line.
Charon: I half expected you to ignore the call, what with the uncertainty you had over our conversation in Quebec. I'm waiting at the airport if you've come to a decision.
Sarah smirks as she listens to Charon, already having made up her mind. Ironically enough, it was Rachel trying to talk her out of returning to employment with WCF which had enabled her to make her mind up. She responds to Charon confidently.
Sarah: Oh I've made my decision. I'll see you there.
Charon: Excellent.
Sarah hangs up the phone and gets into her car. Rachel is both beweildered and a bit angered over being ignored at this point. She makes one last attempt to get through to Sarah.
Rachel: Sarah, wait ... we really should talk about this. I think you're making a mistake.
The engine to the Mustang roars as Sarah turns the key and gives it some gas, backing out of the garage, leaning her head out of the window looking at Rachel.
Sarah: Sorry sis, we'll talk later. I have a plane to catch ... and an anniversary party to crash.
With those final words, Sarah races around the circular driver. passed Rachel's Cherokee and roars off into the distance. Rachel sighs, shaking her head as she slowly returns to her own vehicle, commenting to herself.
Rachel: I really hope you know what you're doing.
Monday, February 15th 10:36 pm EST
New York City, New York
Tick Tock Diner
The famous Manhattan diner sits across from New York's Penn Station and is a known stop for various celebrities. Countless autographed pictures line the walls with the likes of Derek Jeter, Patrick Ewing, Mike Piazza, even Logan and Sarah Twilight have previously had their pictures taken and they hang proudly on display. This alone was the recipe for attracting tourists from around the world hoping to get a glimpse of someone famous. In the city that never sleeps, the diner was moving at a very fast pace, even just over an hour before midnight. You would think it was mid-day with just how packed the restaurant is. Among the crowds of people inside, all of the members of The Family sit at a booth to enjoy a meal. Logan is banging his fork and knife against the table, impatiently awaiting his food. Charon sits in the corner of the booth with his arms folded, just watching the goings on. Morrigana and Dag Riddick sit closely to one another, chatting it up. Katherine Phoenix sits between Charon and Logan, trying to cozy up to Logan who is far more interested in finding out where his meal was. Across from Logan, Sarah Twilight is leaning back, glancing around at every member of this ... Family that had come together. The waitress brings out their meals and begins setting them down. Logan is served a plate of hot dogs of course. Katherine Phoenix had ordered the same, because she was following what Logan ordered. Charon and Dag both had steaks and potatoes. Morrigana and Sarah opted for fish, tilapia and salmon respectively. After Logan scarfs down two of his hotdogs and is no longer starving for food, he renews Family business. He looks directly at Sarah.
Logan: I got fuckin' Orbit again. I can't get rid of him, like I can't get rid of Katherine here. Like I said earlier, you better hold up this week, Twilight.
Sarah finishes a forkful of salmon as she narrows her eyes at Logan for the comment.
Logan: Don't look at me like that! Where the hell were you last week when Katherine was getting stomped? Huh?!
Sarah swivels her neck slightly with a look of "are you serious?"
Sarah: I was in fucking jail, Logan, remember? You and Dag were the ones who showed up to post bail.
Logan chomps down on another hotdog as Sarah responds to him. With one gulp he swallows it down and shakes his head.
Logan: Look babygurl, don't give me the technicalities. I know where you were. I'm straight up saying we better not have any incidents this time.
Sarah: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Logan: It means whatever you think it means. Orbit is gonna look for any way he can get his hands on my briefcase and I ain't getting fucked over.
Katherine Phoenix: Oh relax Logi bear. Sarah teddy will have your back.
Logan glares at Katherine as she makes the comment.
Logan: Was I talking to you? WAS I?
Katherine lowers her head and frowns.
Katherine Phoenix: ... No.
She frowns some more, and considers running off crying, but realizes she can't because Logan is at the end seat. Sarah responds to Logan at this point.
Sarah: You don't need to concern yourself with what I do, Logan. I'll handle this shit, like I always do. You worry about you.
Logan was going to respond, but before he does, Charon, who had been listening the entire time, interjects.
Charon: That kind of attitude doesn't exactly assure us that you're with the program.
He comments to Sarah and now has her attention.
Sarah: Would you like me to go and find Orbit and the rest now and cave their heads in? Would that help? I mean what the fuck? I was in jail, not like I wanted Kat to get the shit kicked out of her.
Charon nods.
Charon: Just want to be sure.
Logan: Yeah anyway, fuck it. We got this.
Sarah nods at Logan and the two continue to eat their meal. As they do, a kid, maybe about eleven or twelve years of age approaches the table.
Kid: Whoa, it is those wrestlers dad! It is.
Dag Riddik looks up from his steak and scolds the boy.
Dag Riddik: Go away kid, we're busy here.
Logan raises a brow and looks over at the kid.
Logan: It's alright Dag, he probably just wants an autograph.
The boy shakes his head and unzips his jacket. Underneath he is wearing a Steve Orbit tee shirt. Logan gasps.
Kid: No, my dad just wanted to see if it was really The Family. He says you guys suck, and he's right.
Dag Riddik practically wants to jump over the table to get at the kid for that comment, but Morrigana cools him down.
Morrigana: Let the brat go, he's not worth it. Focus on me instead.
Logan quickly grabs a hotdog off of Katherine's plate and shoves it into the young boy's mouth to shut him up. He pushes the boy back and Sarah extends her foot, tripping the boy. They all laugh ... but Katherine laughs for a very long time, like way longer than it was funny.
Katherine Phoenix: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was sooooooooo funny. That little teddy got tripped and fell with the hotdogs AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Now everyone in The Family is staring at her. Katherine giggles a bit ... slowing down, turning red, still a few giggles.
Katherine Phoenix: ... what?
She frowns again, and again considers running off crying ... but can't because Logan is still at the end seat.
Logan: This is the type of shit I'm talking about. That little bastard walking over here and saying we suck?
Sarah: People can say whatever they want. That tune will change. Anyhow, I have a few things I need to take care of. I'll talk to you guys later.
Sarah gets up from the table, leaving half of the meal behind as she gathers her jacket and heads out. The remaining members of The Family sit in silence for a moment, all looking at one another. Finally Dag breaks the silence.
Dag Riddik: I'm not sure I like depending on her for anything.
Charon: I'd have to agree, she seems a bit more concerned with herself than the best interests of all of us.
Katherine Phoenix: You guys are being waaaayyyyyy paranoid. Sarah Teddy never ever ever let me down when we were a tag team.
Logan listens to the comments and makes one more of his own.
Logan: Kat's right, Twilight just comes off that way. But we'll keep a close eye on her just in case.
The group as a whole nods in agreement.
Sunday, February 21st, 2016 -5:21pm CST
San Antonio, Texas
AT&T Center
The halls to the AT&T Center are bustling. Preparations were being made for this evening's Slam, and every second counted. Sound equpment, camera crews and various other production staff were already fast at work into making sure the entire broadcast would go off without a hitch. Sarah Twilight makes her way down one of the corridors, carrying her gym bag. She is dressed in a pair of black denim jeans, a pair of black Nike sneakers with a white swoosh and a tee shirt reading "The Only One" across the front written above a picture of Sarah. The sensation of being back here ... for the first time was a feeling unlike any other. It would be the first time she'd appear on Slam to compete in almost two years. Though plenty had changed. She could feel the stares of every single person she passed in the hallway. Most of them were unpleasant. Every crew member, every assistant ... every wrestler, some whom she was familiar with, some she had never seen before. All of them looked at her, wishing she wasn't there. This only motivated her more. She confidently swaggers past all of them, ignoring the ulwelcoming stares as she makes her way toward her locker room. This was to be the first time in a LONG time she'd geared up to step into a WCF ring, and she intended to make it count. Just as she reaches the locker room area, a familiar voice calls out to her. Sarah turns, not seeing anyone. Then the voice calls out again and she is able to locate the source. There to the side of the corridor was a small janitor's closet that had been cracked open slightly. Curiously, Sarah makes her way to the door and pushes it open to find ... Erin Robbins of all people, seated at a VERY small desk with tons and tons of envelopes.
Sarah: What the ... you still work here?
Erin nods her head, but frowns, clearly unhappy with what she was doing.
Erin Robbins: I've been doing payroll for about a year now. Thank GOD Katherine is no longer in charge of that. You have no IDEA how frustrating it is to have to stuff cookies into an envelope along with a paystub! UGH!
Sarah listens on ... not really caring about Erin's plight. She nods and smiles, turing to head to her locker. But Erin continues as she gets up from her seat and exits the roo--closet.
Erin Robbins: Hey Sarah, since you're back and all. Let me interview you ... for old times sake?
Sarah narrows her eyes at Erin and shakes her head.
Sarah: You're stuffing envelopes in a janitor's closet. I have nothing to say to you.
Erin Robbins: But ... I am really good. I was on commentary for like two years I know I can still do --Umph!
Erin is cut off as she is shoved back into her closet by Hank Brown! The charasmatic WCF interviewer takes his place as the only guy who's talking to anyone about anything in this arena. He has a camera man with him and is fully ready to get an exclusive interview.
Hank Brown: Now that that's taken care of. Welcome back, Sarah.
Sarah smirks a bit as she'd watched Erin get shoved back into the closet. The former commentator bangs on the door a few times, asking to be let out. Hank just kicks at the door to shut her up.
Sarah: Been a while.
Hank Brown: Indeed it has. How are you doing?
Sarah: I'm fine. Can't complain.
Hank nods. He leans casually against the wall, looking at Sarah.
Hank Brown: Listen, I'm going to cut to the chase here. People have been wondering ...what is going on with The Family and yourself?
Sarah quirks a brow at Hank. She sets her gym bag down at her side and folds her arms.
Sarah: What the hell are you talking about, Hank?
Hank Brown: I mean ... the rest of the group has been here for a while now, together. And here you are showing up alone. I mean it's no secret that you aren't exactly known as the most loyal person to any group you've been part of.
Sarah narrows her eyes a bit now, becoming agitated by the line of questioning.
Sarah: What is your point? I'm in a group ... we don't have to be attached at the fucking hip every damn day.
Hank backpedals slightly as he sees Sarah becoming angry at his tone and the content of his questions.
Hank Brown: No, no. I get that, but I mean the rest of the group seems to hold a bit more ... unity. Do you think that any tensions or ... the appearance of tensions could hinder you in your match tonight? Clearly Rebellution is unified and ready for the task at hand. The question is ... are the Family ready?
Sarah takes a step forward towards Hank, getting in his face a bit. She is clearly NOT happy with his insinuations.
Sarah: Unity huh? Let me fucking tell you something about "unity." Everyone has an agenda. Everyone ALWAYS has a fucking agenda. Katherine Phoenix, she had an agenda with singing me back here. I have my OWN agenda for why I accepted. Logan has an agenda, Charon, Dag and Morrigana have an agenda. The fact that this is CLEAR as fucking day should tell you everything you need to know.
Hank backs away from Sarah a bit as she continues.
Sarah: I don't need to sit around a fucking campfire and sing "Kumbayah" with Logan or Kat or anyone else. When the bell rings, I get the job done. What my agenda is, is not of your concern or anyone else's. All that matters is that we walk out of here tonight with a victory under our belts.
Hank nods, putting his hands up to give some separation between himself and Sarah.
Hank Brown: I understand that. I just was pointing out that historically, Sarah Twilight has always put herself first.
Sarah smirks a bit and folds her arms again as she relaxes a bit with the line of questioning.
Sarah: Of course I put myself first. Do you think I'm fucking stupid? There is no question about whether or not I put myself first. Logan knows it, Kat knows it ... everyone knows it. Logan puts himself first, Kat ... well forget about Kat. Anyway anyone who is NOT here for themselves first just doesn't fucking need to be here. But if you are trying to hint that somehow this is going to affect what happens out there tonight, you can put that fucking notion to rest. We are a group of INDIVIDUALS who have their OWN agendas and goals. At least we're fucking real about it.
Hank looks a bit confused.
Hank Brown: As opposed to?
Sarah: The fucking Pope ... come on you stammering IDIOT! Rebellution. Who the fuck else would I be talking about?
Hank Brown: I think they are very real and ... very unified.
Sarah cackles almost maniacally at Hank's response. She shakes her head at him with a few "tisk tisk" motions.
Sarah: That's what they'd like everyone to believe, I'm sure. But the reality of it all is that it's just a facade. It's bullshit.
Hank Brown: How do you figure that?
Sarah: Before we even get to Rebellution, let's begin with the mosta blatant joke of it all. Steve Orbit.
Hank Brown: Okay?
Sarah: Steve Orbit doesn't give a fuck about Rebellution. The only thing he gives a shit about is the fact that Logan has a briefcase and he does not. His panties are so bunched up it hurts. Orbit thinks this shit is all about himself and his crusade to get some kind of "justice" simply because he wasn't willing to do whatever it took to get the job done at Fifteen. Orbit finds himself in a very familiar predicament ... taking the back seat. Right now, he's taking a back seat to Logan, and it's hilarious. Orbit actually thinks he's owed something. He just can't accept the fact that he's not as great as he thinks he is. I suppose he feels that all of that time hanging around Jonny Fly was going to have him absorb Fly's talent. What a fucking joke.
Hank listens on. He considers interjecting a question into the conversation, but thinks better of it.
Sarah: Orbit is just sitting off to the sidelines watching Logan live the dream Steve wishes he had the BALLS to be living. But like I said, Orbit is accustomed to being on the sidelines. He took a backseat to me when we were part of Genesis, he took a backseat even to Waylon Cash in that retarded tag team they had going. Even on the day he FINALLY became world champion ...
Sarah claps sarcastically.
Sarah: He was taking the back seat to Eric Price and how he was running WCF into the ground. Steve Orbit is just the guy who plays second fiddle to everyone who actually matters ... which should show you EXACTLY what Rebellution is all about because they're taking a back seat to Orbit. How fucking pathetic can you be? I mean, why is Orbit even in this match? Rebellution already has DeMarcus Jordan ... I guess he wasn't convincing enough as a "bad ass" black man so they went and threw Sir Pimpalot into the mix and said "Hey DeMarcus ... fuck you." Yeah, that's unity.
Sarah laughs. Hank continues to listen on, even he cracks a smile when Sarah meantions "Sir Pimpalot."
Sarah: Steve Orbit is overshadowing this team because Orbit is a more known mediocre wrestler. But ultimately, Orbit will be the donfall of the team because he doesn't give a shit about it. Orbit likes to pretend like he has a pure moral compass and isn't deviant like the rest of us, but that too is bullshit. Orbit just wants to stomp and bitch at the fact that Logan is just better than him. Orbit waltzed back in and expected he had that Final Destination in the bag. Orbit found out the hard way that he is no Jonny Fly, you can't absorb talent by sucking talent's dick and that he is destined to remain in Logan's shadow for as long as Logan wants him there.
Hank Brown widens his eyes a bit at some of the harsh comments.
Sarah: So yeah ... unity. Let's see some more of that "unity." Grayson Pierce or Gemini or whatever the fuck his name is today. He is supposed to be the flag bearer ... the leader of the charge walking his brothers into battle and ... he got pushed off to the side by Steve Orbit. I mean what the fuck kind of leader just lets some washed up bitch like Orbit walk back in here and just pull rank and overtake him on the marquee? Pierce is a fucking joke. His team is a fucking joke, and he got bitch slapped across the face where he doesn't even have his whole team. He has three quarters of his team and ... that washed up bitch.
Sarah shakes her head and half lowers her eyes as if she actually felt some pity for Grayson ... which of course she didn't.
Sarah: Who's making the decisions in camp Rebellution? It sure as shit isn't Pierce. It's okay though, he can just let Orbit tell him what to do this week. At least when they get their asses handed to them he can blame Steve and pretend that he is still some kind of role model to be taken seriously by his little crew of assholes. That's what Rebellution does best after all, they play pretend. They pretend to be relevant, they pretend to have leadership, they pretend to have talent and they pretend to have unity. But we all know that isn't the case.
Hank Brown: I think ...
Sarah: I'm not finished. Shut the fuck up. I don't give a shit what you think. Gemini Grayson Pierce whatever ... he is seething, abso-fucking-lutely seething that he is playing second fiddle to a guy who sends Seth Lerch six hundred texts a day bitching about how he was screwed over. He might act like he just wants to "fight the good fight." But that is a blatant lie. He wants some revolution or rebellion or ... whatever fucked up combination of the words his retarded ass throws together. How can he be taken seriously as some driving force to change when ... the only thing that has changed is that someone from the same old hat walked in and took his place?
Sarah gives a thumbs up, which was obviously in severe sarcasm.
Sarah: Great job. You're really making changes and making waves ... no wait, Beachkrew makes waves. Man you guys are just shit out of luck aren't you? If that wasn't bad enough that Pierce got bitch slapped, what about his other half? Andre Holmes ... this guy has no idea what the fuck he's doing. When he's not busy arguing with Johnny Rabid or his wife, Katherine on social media he's busy being in the shadow of his tag partner, Grayson. How the fuck does that even happen? I mean, you KNOW you completely fucking suck when you're in the shadow of a guy who isn't relevant enough to even cast a shadow to be stuck in, and yet Andre has SOMEHOW managed to find a way to end up there.
Sarah laughs.
Sarah: He so badly wants to be recognized on his own. The thing is, Andre Holmes is absolute SHIT without his rag tag, bitch-ass group. He is so fucking jealous of Grayson Pierce that if the envy on his face lasted any longer his head would fucking explode. "Andre Holmes ... forever riding the coat tails of Grayson Pierce ... straight to the midcard." That is what it would read on Andre's tombstone. Everyone sees it, Andre himself sees it and yet he'd like nothing more than for it not to be true. He wants so badly to outshine Pierce ... when Pierce can't shine his way out of obscurity. Pierce is such a "fantastic" leader that he doesn't even see the envy. He has no idea that Andre is holding that knife, just waiting to take a stab in the hopes that people might actually notice him for more than being Mr. Katherine Phoenix.
Sarah grins devilishly and looks directly into the camera, addressing her friend Katherine now.
Sarah: Hey Kat, how's life? How's marriage? Has Andre put on his big boy pants today?
Hank can't help it at this point, he HAS to interject.
Hank Brown: Oh come on now! They're not married.
Sarah glares at Hank with an icy cold gaze that cuts right through him.
Sarah: Did I just fucking say they were married?
Hank Brown: Yes ... but ...
Sarah: Then they are fucking married!
Hank nods, leaving it alone at this point. Sarah composes herself and looks back toward the camera.
Sarah: Now then, back to "unity." Lastly and most certainly LEAST we have Bonnie Blue ... or is it Doctor Who? Doc and Marty too? Who gives a fuck ... the plain and simple fact is that Bonnie is just ... there. Out of place. Which is ironic and yet so appropriate for someone who has watched Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure one too many times. I mean you have Orbit, who is just going to bitch and moan about Logan ... and then Grayson and Holmes are a one sided tag team, at least they "kinda" have a reason to take part in this. But you? What the fuck is your purpose? You're just ... there. No reason, no purpose ... just there.
Sarah shakes her head, this time actually looking as if she really did feel sorry for Bonnie Blue. Sarah sighs.
Sarah: Seriously, if that time travel bullshit has even the slightest bit of truth to it and you actually AREN'T completely fucking mental ... I would take that shit back to the day before the "Rebellution" began and just pull the plug. Do yourself a favor so that history changes and you don't become the LEAST relevant person in an irrelevant group. I mean, you were there at Fifteen ... I think that Final Destination match was named as it was as a subtle hint to you. Just stop then and there, turn back. There is no future for you. You got outshined by a washed up bitch who is now captaining your team. Your friend DeMarcus got the boot in favor of Orbit, and your other two partners are so completely blinded by jealousy that they are likely to implode tonight.
Sarah pauses for a moment. She feigns wiping a single tear from her eye before continuing.
Sarah: Bonnie, there's still time. Go find that phone booth or DeLorean or a cardboard box fueled by Doritos and just head off into hyperspace. Or wherever the fuck it is that you go during time travel. Just save yourself the misery. It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to sacrifice yourself to end up less relevant than Andre Holmes' social media presence.
Sarah pauses for a moment before she bursts out laughing.
Sarah: Oh who the fuck am I kidding? That cooky bitch belongs with the rest of those morons. Tonight is going to be a great night, Hank. We're going to get to watch Larry and Curly look on like idiots as Moe and Shemp argue over who's going to captain the team. In the end, it is the group of us who are INDIVIDUALS that make up one unit who are going to walk away victorious. It's okay though, Hank. You, and everyone else can buy into the bullshit. We'll see about that "unity" tonight ... and we'll see how far it takes them.
Sarah pats Hank on the shoulder before picking up her bag and walking passed him to her locker room. She chuckles slightly, shaking her head.
Sarah: Now excuse me, I have a match to prepare for.
Fade to black.
