Post by Sara Pettis on Sept 23, 2021 0:36:42 GMT -5
 Following elimination from the Remembrance Battle Royal, I laid against the barricade… visibility upset with myself. I came so far and fought harder than anyone in the match… only to be the runner-up. I have only myself to blame… but I surprisingly don’t feel bad about the outcome. Everyone watching saw the deck stacked against me and I was still standing at the end of it all. What followed the match was my walk back to the locker room, with my head held high and a smile on my face. Passersby either told me I did a great job or they gave condolences for my loss. I didn’t need to hear either statement, to be honest. I know I did a great job. I entered sixth and eliminated five others. Nobody else in the match even came close to doing what I did. Even in defeat, I was stronger than before. When I made it to the locker room, I sat down to rest for a moment before changing. My phone had so many notifications from friends and family. One message stood out to me. It read, "Hey gurrl! You gave them heck out there! Keep the flame alive and never give up! -Si" It was so nice that my friend was watching me live my dream, even the moment couldn't be shared with her. Most of the messages I received were positive… except for one from my big brother Kevin. It read, "U SHOULD OF TAKEN HER DUCKIN HEAD OFF HER STUPID BODY!1!!!!" I don't know why he always types in caps… but maybe he was right. If I had aimed to destroy Maggie in the end, mayhaps I would be the number one contender instead of her. There's no point in dwelling on the what ifs. All I can do is consider what's next. And that would be a triple threat match between myself, Maggie, and Cerise at next week's Legacy Supershow. It's the perfect match to follow that battle royal, since we were the final three competitors. Compare our performances in the Remembrance Battle Royal for just a moment. I entered sixth and eliminated five others. Maggie entered eleventh and eliminated three others, including me. Cerise entered twenty-fifth and eliminated three others. When you look at the very basic order of entry, Cerise was the most likely of the three of us to succeed. Maggie and I had been in there much longer, and my body was presumably in worse condition than either of theirs by the end of it. And yet… I eliminated Cerise after she had only been in the match a few minutes. At least… it felt like a few minutes. It was impossible to tell the time out there. Too many moving pieces. But the sentiment stays the same. Cerise was the freshest and still couldn’t get the job done. My hat is off to Maggie for taking advantage of the situation and nearly ending my career… again. I fought damn hard two years ago to get cleared and now go through rigorous training every other week. Well, thanks to her, I had to change the schedule up and see my doctor early. I had the chance to see what Cerise was all about and… honestly… there’s a lot to take in. There’s too much to unpack with her… and I feel a team of therapists will make a fortune off of her one day. For now, she’s in my domain. In our upcoming match, she can try to cheat her way to victory… but all the carny freaks in the world can’t stop me from achieving my destiny. She can bring out the bearded lady, the world’s tallest midget, the two-headed goat, and even the invisible man. Line ‘em all up and I’ll take ‘em all down! Maggie is a different story entirely. She has built quite a career so far, and I have a feeling the best is yet to come. Her past is similar to my own… as are her driving forces. One of the most interesting similarities is our places of birth. She grew up in Fairbanks, Alaska… while I was born in Nome, Alaska. I haven't met too many native Alaskans in this profession. I'm sure I spent much less time there than she did, as my mom brought me to New York when I was three. Our similarities only make me want to punch her in the mouth more. She needs to remember that the war isn't over just because she's the number one contender. She is going to have to keep fighting to keep this momentum going. Like the Remembrance Battle Royal, she's got me and Cerise to worry about. Either one of us could have taken that spot in a moment's notice… but Maggie was fated to win that night. I have accepted all the triumph and heartache because both have been guided by Fate. This match will be no different, and I will accept any result. That doesn't mean I won't do my damndest to prove to Fate that I am to be victorious. Cerise and Maggie better be ready for the fight of their young lives. I'm not as good as I once was… but there's a lot more left in these bones than I realized. Remembrance was a great test from Fate. Despite the loss, I still passed the test with flying colors… and landed a contract with Revolution1. As of now, I don't know what brand I will be staying with. Both would be damn lucky to land a talent like me. The decision lies with Fate… and I trust its judgment. Fate chose Maggie as the challenger for one of the championships in Revolution1. I'm have high hopes that it will choose me to compete for the other one. I trust it wholeheartedly to make the right decision and steer me toward my destiny. Our adventure begins at the CoolWear Complex in Bayside, New York. We find Sara Pettis being checked out by medics backstage, following the taping of another episode of Showtime Championship Wrestling Unlimited. The episode will air in the near future on Paramount+. Into the room come her brothers, Chris and Ricky… the SCW Tag Team Champions. Chris: Sara, are you okay? That match with Christina was insane! Sara: I’m as okay as I can be. The medic is concerned with her right hip and he is working on some stretches with her. Ricky: How’s cuz, sis? Sara: I haven’t had a chance to talk to her yet. They rushed me right back here. Ricky: Dope. We can try to find her and-- Sara: No. You’ve got the battle royal coming up after this next match. Chris: Well, if we see her, we’ll send her your way. Sara: Thanks, Chris. For now-- A jolt of electricity shoots up from her hip to her brain and back down again. Sara: FUCK! Ricky: Yo! Take it easy, doc! Medic: I’m not a-- Sara: KELLY CLARKSON! She laughs through the pain. Sara: Go on, boys. The show must go on. Ricky: Wooooord. Sara: Good luck out there. Chris: Thanks. Love you. Sara: Love you, too. The brothers fist bump their sister and then head out of the room, just as a tall, handsome man enters. He rushes to her side and holds her hand. Sara: I’m fine, Jace. This man is Jason Christopher, who reigned as SCW National Champion from the season one finale until the season two finale. Jason: That was a killer match, Sare. Who knew she still had it after all this time? Sara: Wrestling is in her blood. It’s what she was born to do. Jason: Sounds familiar. How did you get cleared so soon after the Remembrance Battle Royal anyway? Sara: The show… The winces from the pain in her hip as Jason helps her sit up. Sara: … must go on. His eyes widen. Jason: Sara, you didn’t-- He sighs. Jason: You didn’t go through the tests before your match today. Did you? She lowers her head, avoiding eye contact as she slides down from the table to her feet. She shakes her right leg and then puts normal pressure down. Sara: I did what I had to do. She starts to go toward the door and Jason grabs her shoulder, turning her around. Jason: There’s a whole roster who would have killed for a match with Madwoman Szalinski out there… and you weren’t cleared to compete. I watched how that match ended last night. It was brutal. When you finally texted me back, it was all jumbled and looked like you were pocket dialing. Sara: I did… what I had… to do… Jason: That’s bullshit and you know it! She sighs and falls into his arms, tears dripping down her cheek. Jason: Hey, hey. I’m sorry, babe. I just don’t want-- Sara: It’s not that. It’s just-- She sighs. Sara: I used to have this exact conversation with Nathan… but with the roles reversed. I’m sorry for bringing him up again. I just-- Jason: It’s fine. Really. He was a big part of your life. Hell, he was a big part of my life, too. He’s the one who got me my first opportunity to wrestle in Japan. If it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have traveled the world in the first place. He’s also the one who made the call to bring me to SCW. Sara: You were the first one he called, who wasn’t part of the family. They walk out of the room together, with her holding onto his arm. Down the hallway they go, toward the locker room. Jason: So no, please, never apologize for bringing him up. But really… you need to go through those tests to make sure you’re aces, Sare. You… more than anyone… know how important it is to be cleared to compete. You’ve got so much coming up between this… Pro Wrestling Valor… CruiserClash… and Revolution1. This is the busiest you’ve been since… what… 2013? Sara: Pretty much, yeah. I don’t think I worked this hard then, to be honest. Jason: And you just signed that contract with Revolution1. You can’t mess it up by being on the shelf. Your match with Maggie and Cerise hinges on you actually being in it. Sara: They would do great without me. Jason: Enough putting people off just to put them over. You are so much better than that. You said vacation helped recharge your batteries and help you appreciate life. Part of that life is doing what you were put on this planet to do. You never let injuries keep you down before. Now you just have to play it smart and put in the work to stay on this path. She nods her head as they enter the locker room, where her sister SCW Ring Announcer Jane Kincaid is waiting for her. Jane: Sis! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! Sara: Shouldn’t you be-- Jane: Not when my sister is hurt! Sit down! Sara sits down on a chair and she rubs her hip. Jane: You took a nasty fall out there. Did you get checked out? Sara: Of course I did. Relax. Sara stares at Jason, warning him not to say anything about not getting her other tests done prior to this match. Jane: I don’t know why you keep pushing yourself so hard. Last night’s match was brutal enough. And you’re really going to go D.C. next week for the Legacy Supershow? Sara: I’ve got a lot left to prove! To the fans! To my peers! To myself! She rubs her left hand, over where her wedding ring once rested. Sara: And to him… Scene fades to-- Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I know that beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong. Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I think it's finally, finally, finally, finally, finally safe for me to fall. |
