Sara Pettis | "Going Home" |

The scene opens outside the home of Will Schorg. Sara's car is seen pulling into the empty drive-way, indicating too her that Will is still in Charlotte, North Carolina, where Nathan Gust is still hospitalized. Sara breaths out a sigh of relief at this, and reaches over to the passenger seat where she had tossed her neck brace prior to pulling up to the house. It's about 3:45, on Wednesday, which is going to give her enough time to rest up at home, and do something she has to do for her match for SFT, before having to go on the road for her back to back shows on Friday, and Saturday. She slides out of the car, popping the trunk open to get her things out. She reaches into the trunk, and pulls her bags out, and begins to walk up the walkway towards the house, digging in her pocket for her keys. As she gets to the door, and begins to fumble around for her front door key, she hears the front door open, to surprise. Standing on the other side is her younger brother Chris.

"Hey sis, whatcha doin' home?" he asks his older sister, who immediately drops her keys on the porch.

"Chris? What are doing here? I thought you'd be in Charlotte with Dad?" Sara says as she tries to pick up her keys, but the stiffness in her neck prevents her.

"Nah, he said we couldn't go because of school....are you ok? Whats with the neck brace?" he asks, stepping out, and picking up her keys for her.

"Oh, nothing....nothing....I mean its just a precaution thing...my neck is fine...I mean, you haven't talked to Jane lately have you?" Sara asks him.

"No. I mean, she called a couple day ago from Jacksonville, told us that she's running RWA. Thats fucking crazy huh?"

"Hey! Watch the mouth!" Sara says sternly taking the keys out of his hand, "I can't believe Dad left you two here alone, thats totally irresponsible."

"Why not? He left Jane here to take care of all of us when she was 16. And you to take care of us when you were 16, and Jane had first gone to Charlotte. Why can't we take care of ourselves at 16?" Chris says, folding his arms across his chest, as Sara walks pass him into the house.

"Oh shit, I forgot, you are 16 aren't you? Where is Rick?"

"Football."

"Oh, you're not playing too?" Sara says puzzled, as she drops her bags on the floor.

"Sis, you know I'm not the athletic type. Rick got all of Dad's genes."

"Hey, you got the some of the same genes I got, Mom was a great athlete too."

"Yea, but you got the Pettis genes too. Besides, I was never that into sports. So what brings you home?"

"I've got a match on Friday with Kyle Murphy. I figured it'd be a good time to visit mom."

"Holy shit? Kyle Murphy...he's still wrestling?"

"Yea, you don't watch SFT too much do you?"

"Dad forbids us from watching any company you're working for. I think he's still uneasy about you being in 'the biz'."

"I had a feeling he did."

"So, whats the deal with the neck brace really?"

"I told you, it's precautionary. Nothing is wrong with it."

"Right.....Sara, you realize thats like me saying I wear a condom all the time because I might get laid, for precautionary reasons."

"Ok, I didn't need to hear that."

Chris shrugs his shoulders. "Doesn't make it any less true. So anyway, whats the story?"

Sara sighs, "You're just going to bug the hell out of me till I tell you, aren't you?"

Chris nods his head.

"Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't tell Dad, or Rick. If Rick finds out he'll tell everyone."

"What about Jane?"

"She knows already, we've already talked about it."

"Alright then."

"Ok, I might have a....broken neck....that needs surgery, but I won't let them do it because it'd take me out for six months at least, and both my matches this weekend are for World Titles."

Chris' jaw drops. He sits down on the stairs right inside the front door that lead upstairs, and stares at his older sister. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Hey, mouth."

"No, fuck that Sara. What the hell are you thinking? Jane is letting you do this?"

"No, she's not letting me, she has to let me, or else there'd be a ton of trouble. My match is the last in a tournament to crown the first CWF Champion since it reopened as a affiliate of RWA. If they don't have a finals match, there would be a shit ton of pissed off fans. Besides, Dad has wrestled with a broken neck before."

"Sara, he broke his neck during the match. And it ended about 5 minutes later. He's never tried to actually wrestle an entire match with a broken neck."

"I was fine last week, who's too say I won't be fine this week?" Sara says, walking pass him, up the stairs.

"You wrestled with a broken neck last week too? Are you crazy?" He says following his sister up the stairs.

"Yea, I mean. It really didn't effect me, I just felt a little numb after the matches. Nothing big."

"Sara, you realize what you're saying is....incredibly stupid?"

"Well...thats your take. Actually, it's pretty much everyones."

"Sara, what if something happens too you? This is dangerous."

"You think I don't know that Chris? But I can't let this pass me bye. Don't worry about me, alright? I'll be fine." Sara says as she brings her stuff into her bedroom.

"Sara, do you really think this is going to be your last chances at title shots? For Christ's sake, you're only 18. You have a whole career ahead of you."

"Chris, listen, you're not saying anything different from anyone else. I've made up my mind." Sara says, as she sits down on the edge of her bed.

"I figured that," Chris says to Sara, "...I was just hoping maybe as your little brother that maybe you'd listen to me...cause the thought of something happening too you scares me."

"Which is why you have to promise me you won't tell Rick, or Dad, ok?"

"I can't promise anything sis. Just be careful, will ya?"

"I'm always careful Chris. If you don't mind I'd like to take a nap before head out tonight to visit Mom. Alright?"

"Yea, it's cool. I gotta go get Rick from practice anyway. I'll tell him to be quite when we get back. But you really need to think about wrestling this weekend. How long are you going to be staying anyway?"

"Well, probably till Friday mourning. I have some stuff to do while I'm here anyway."

"Oh, by the way, like three days ago, that guy you went out with in High School left a message. What was his name, Jordan something?"

"Jordan Taylor? What the hell did he want?"

"I don't know, but he said he was sending something to RWA. He never said what it actually was. I just remember him being a real dick. Oh well, I'm leaving now, have a nice nap, and think about this weekend long and hard will ya?"

"Yea, yea, just go get Rick will ya? You guys got a car?"

"No, I got a car. Rick gets to ride in it when I feel like it. Later."

Chris steps out of the room, and closes the door behind him, leaving Sara alone to think about things. She takes her neck brace off, and lays back on the bed she has slept in for the majority of her life. She thinks about what Chris told her about her ex-boyfriend, and thinks about calling him...

The scene opens at the cemetery in which the XCW Title was won for the first time by Kyle Murphy, many years ago on a Halloween Night. It's a brisk evening, just moments before the sun descends behind the skyline for the day. A person's breath can be seen hanging in the air in front of their face.

The camera pans around, and we see a figure, walking through the grounds. It's the former SFT Champion, Sara Pettis. And here reasoning for coming to this local for this promo is obvious. It is within these iron gates that her mother is having her eternal rest. Buried in the same plot that she was knocked out in, and covered by Kyle Murphy and Will Schorg the night of the Buried Alive Battle Royal.

As Sara steps into view, we can see that she's wearing a hard plastic neck brace. The result of an injury wrestling for another company. She has tried to keep it quiet in SFT for so long, but now it's obvious.

She steps up to the marker, labeled with the name "Thompson-Schorg". With her mother, six feet beneath her, Sara kneels down, noticing that the photo of her and the SFT Title that she had asked her family to place here is still there, placed under a stone to keep it from getting blown away. Though it is worn, and faded. She smiles, and removes a rock, and takes the picture. It seems like so long ago since she held that title. Even though its been less then two months. She stands up and brushes herself off. She clears her throat, and starts to talk like her mother is there.

"Hey mom. I just thought I should come by. I know, I've never really talked to you like this much before. I mean, I don't know. Sometimes I come here, and I don't feel like when I come, that you're really here. You know. I mean, yea I know you're HERE, physically. But I just don't feel your spirit sometimes. But I figure, if theres a time where I might get that feeling, it might be now. I'm sure you know whats going on. And I'm sure you're not happy with me. No one is. I'm sure you're pissed that I'm wrestling with a broken neck, let alone two matches in two days. But you have to understand Mom. This is the greatest opportunity of my life."

Sara sighs. She looks down at the marker.

"I don't know. It's stupid, I totally agree with that. But, I can't get myself to walk away from this chance. I don't know. I'm sure you're watching me right now, and just want to slap some sense into me. And believe me, I wish you could. I need someone too."

"I'm facing Kyle Murphy on Friday. For the SFT Title. And, for some reason, I just don't know how to feel about it. I've wanted this match for so long, just because its someone that you and Dad used to wrestle back in the day. Back in the days of XCW, that you guys used to talk about. Like, wrestling Kyle Murphy is the closest thing I'll ever have to experiencing what you guys did. I don't know. Maybe I'll never get too experience it. Since I came to SFT, I've been wanting to go up against Kyle for the SFT Title. Now that it's here, my mind is a total blank. Basically I just came here hoping that maybe you'd help me get some focus. Like, maybe by seeing you again, would make something click. But it's just made even more confusion. Because now I'm thinking about you, and what you must be thinking."

"I don't know, maybe this wasn't such a great idea. But it feels good to come out here again. It's been awhile. And I hope you're not too worried about me, I promise I'll be fine. I guess I'll see you around...I love you."

Sara, just kinda nods, and give a wave motion with her hand, and begins to walk away. She sighs, having not accomplished what she was hoping too with this trip home.

Well Kyle, here we are. A match that has been in the works for, god, I guess since I came to SFT. I've been looking forward to this the entire I've been here, and it only makes it that much more special for the SFT World Title to be on the line.

You're all thats left of that time Mom and Dad used to talk about. Everyone else it seems like has been either run off, or faded away into obscurity. In these gates, you had a great moment in the history of XCW, and SFT. You stood, the last man above ground, and won the XCW Title for the first time. And now, again, it seems like you're the only one left above ground. We're the last relics of XCW in this industry. And you're the only one that had a chance to experience it.

I've been struggling with what to say, and what too think about this match. I'm sure everyone wants me to get nostalgic. But I don't want to do that. I really want to stop living in the shadows of my parents, and XCW. I've had my title reign for Mom. This time, I want to hold that title for me. I want to hold this title because I'm champion. I want to hold it for my own abilities, and not for nostalgia.

I know you're going to bring up things that you know about my mom, my dad, my biological father. I'm ready for it. I know that no one was a saint back in those days, including yourself. But that has nothing to do with who I am.

I'm just hoping that in this match, I get a chance to experience part of what that life was like, those many years ago. And I hope to prove that I am as good as my parents were, by beating you. I mean, what else can I really say Kyle? I've spent my whole life respecting you, and looking up too you. Not that I'm trying to make you feel old or anything. But this is a match between this company's past, and this industry's future.