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The scene opens with Sara Pettis in an operating room, at the Montreal Neurological Institute, in Montreal, Quebec Canada. She's lying face down on the table as a nurse with a distinctly French accent holds her hand, it has been only 48 hours since she learned of this experimental procedure that she's about to undergo...
48 hours prior...
We cut to the office of doctor, Jacques Claudine, a doctor at the Montreal Neurological Institute. Sara sits across the desk from the doctor, along with her Step-sister Jane Schorg. The doctor is explaining to the two his plan on a experimental procedure to fix Sara's broken neck.
"Well, as I said bevore du-wing our pwevious convra-zations on ze phone ladies," the doctor begins with his heavy French-Canadian accent, "Diz pra-ze-jure iz experimental. We've zuc-zessfully been able to do et with a few ah-za people, but neva with anyone as fiz-a-cally active as you Ms. Pettis. But we do believe dat wit dis pra-ze-jure, you will be able to continue your kah-reart without any time lost."
"I don't know about this Sara. What if something goes wrong? There have got to be risks involved." Jane says to her younger sister.
"Of course, dare ah Ms. Schorg. Working awound ze spinal chord iz ahways risky. But ze pra-ze-jure is quiet simple, dat ze likely ness of maja inzury iz quite low. We zimply place a plate ova ze crack in ze vertabra, and screw ze plate down, like a metal band-aid. Dare will be some stiffness, but ze crack will eventually mend, and ze plates can be removed without leaving lasting damange. But az I have zaid before, we've neva done dis for someone who's profession is az violent az your own Ms. Pettis." the doctor tells Sara.
Sara thinks about it, as she looks across at the doctor. The attack on Xplosion by Shawn Walsh, and Lucia King was the last straw for her, knowing that if she does not do something soon, eventually she will become paralyzed. But the thought of giving up all four of the current titles she holds is something she truly does not want to do. It was only by luck that the RWA Canadian Tour would bring her here to Montreal where she could possibly have this surgery done.
...back to the present
Sara begins to slowly black out as the anesthesiologist begins to put her under. As the nurse counts back from 100 in French, Sara's eyes close and she drifts off to another world within her own mind....
The darkness is pierced by a bright light, as if a light was turned on at the end of a dark hallway. Sara squints at the light, her pupils dilated by the darkness around her. She stares off in the distance at the light, not sure where she is, or where this passageway leads her. She slowly takes a step forward, her legs wobbling from the anesthetics she received to put her under. She struggles to keep her balance on her weak appendages, before falling forward onto the ground. Confused, and scared she begins to cry, not sure what is going on. A soft, familiar voice can be heard, a voice that takes her fears and uncertainty away.
"Oh, Sara, it's alright, you just fell...come on kiddo, get up and try again. Walk to me..."
Sara puts her arms out, and pushes down on the ground to lift herself up. She slowly brings herself to her knees, as the wobbliness seems to be going away. She stands, and again takes another step forward. She takes a step with her left foot again, and then her right. Before long, the numbness has gone away, and she begins to walk towards the source of the light. The voice calls out to her as she walks.
"Thats it Sara, walk to me. Come to Momma...you're walking, you're walking!"
Sara stops frozen, suddenly realizing that the voice is that of her mother. Beckoning her to the end of the passageway. She begins to breath heavy, and sweat, almost in a state of panic. She turns around to go in the other direction, but immediately finds herself colliding with a black wall behind her...
"It's ok kiddo, you can make it too Momma. I'm right her, just a little bit further."
Sara is in shock, knowing that the wall she is feeling is impossible, as she had just walked from this way. She turns back towards the light, which is now shinning brighter at the end of the passageway. Sara swallows, and closes her eyes before taking a few more steps in the forward direction. She slowly opens her eyes again as she realizes that she has reached the end of the passage, and is now bathed in the bright, white light at the end of the tunnel. Again, she hears the voice of her mother, only as if her mother was standing right in front of her.
"See kiddo, I told you you'd be alright."
Sara opens her eyes, and sees her mother, Becky Thompson, standing before her. Sara immediately begins to hyperventilate, almost in fear.
"Oh god...Mom...I'm dead...I'm dead aren't I? I died on the operating table..." Sara says almost frantically, as she looks around herself. She notices that the passageway in which she just came out of is gone, and she and her mother are standing alone in a large white room. Becky is wearing a long white robe, which disappears into a smog that covers the floor, not allowing Sara to see her feet. Becky laughs and puts her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"No no, calm down Sara...calm down...you're not dead, you'll be fine, and wake up in a just a few hours." Becky tells her.
"Oh...oh thank god...I was scared there. But...whats going on? Is this another 'channeling' the dead thing? Because I thought you said last time that you could only do that once?" Sara asks her mother.
"No, you're not channeling the dead Sara. I have to be honest with you, I'm not really your mother...." Becky tells Sara, "I'm something else...something inside of you."
"Huh?" Sara says obviously confused by the last statement.
"Sara, you're not really talking to Becky Thompson...you're talking to someone you spent your childhood wanting to be...someone you still want to be...do you know who I am yet?"
Sara looks at the face of who she thought was her Mother before, and tilts her head. She shakes her head no, admitting that she is still confused. 'Becky' smiles, and reaches behind herself and unzips her robe. Sara watches as she takes the robe off, to reveal underneath that she is wearing the wrestling gear Becky wore when she was still "ICE". Sara suddenly realizes now who it is, and begins to stutter.
"I...I...Ice?" Sara finally stumbles to get out. Ice smiles and nods, and the fog begins to separate at Sara and Ice's feet.
Beneath the fog, a wrestling mat can now be seen. Sara spins around, and notices the ring ropes around her, and that she is standing in the center of a four sided ring, across from Ice.
"Eight title reigns...four titles you currently hold right now. Former SFT Champion, current CWF Champion....current SFT Intercontinental Champion...you know I was the second person to hold that title...and probably the first that mattered." Ice says, as she begins to walk in a circle around Sara, "My whole career, I held one World Title...of course, things were tougher in my time. Women wrestlers weren't thought of for the World Title picture, I had to bite, claw, and fight my way into even getting considered for something, like the top prize in an organization. You, you on the other hand Sara, have been reaping the rewards of my hard work. You've been wrestling for what...four, almost five months, and already you've done things I had always dreamed of doing." Ice says, stopping in front of Sara. Sara looks at the figure before her, noticing a slight grin on Ice's face, "But I never got any of the things you've gotten. No, your mother decided that Ice's goals weren't as important as her own...you know...the whole raising a family thing and all of that. And when I finally seemed like I might be able to come back and do them again later, your mother's body decided to crap out on us. Poor Becky...she could've been the greatest SFT, hell this entire industy, could've known if she had just prioritized properly."
Sara closes her eyes, and Ice puts her hand on her shoulder again.
"Whats the matter kid? Don't like hearing this? What if I told you this. When your mother came back, and tried to be me again, tried to be Ice again, I wouldn't let her. She had grown soft. She had become like you, a slave to emotions, a slave to kindness. I couldn't let my legend be remembered as someone like that. And thats why, no matter how much you've wanted too your whole life, you've never been able to me. You've never been able to be Ice. Not until now that is..."
Sara opens her eyes, and standing before her now is almost a mirror image of herself, wearing her mother's old gear. The gear doesn't hang off of her though, not like when she tried it on in the real world. It fits her smaller frame perfectly. Ice begins to speak again, her voice now sounding exactly like Sara's.
"Something Rayn said when you faced him in the finals of the CWF Title Tourney clicked. I felt it. I've been waiting for it. He basically called you soft. He pointed out the fact that you lack intensity. You let things slide Sara. I don't do that. But I saw what you did to Brett Walsh on Xplosion before you got attacked. You were pissed off...you wanted to hurt him."
"I...I didn't want to hurt him...I...I just..." Sara starts to say, before Ice sshhs her.
"Cut the crap kid. I know, I was there. Hell, I was living it. If Walsh and his whore hadn't shown up, you were going to destroy Brett weren't you? I know you were. For the first time in a wrestling ring, you were there not too win....you wanted to hurt someone didn't you?"
Sara doesn't respond, she just turns around, away from Ice, and looks down at the ground. Ice laughs at this.
"Hahaha....kid, seriously, you need to realize something. This isn't Nickelodeon. This isn't some children's show. This is the wrestling business. Look around you...nothing but lies, and hate, and greed, and violence. If you don't want to draw blood, theres no point to even being here."
Sara doesn't turn around, but she does look up from the mat, allowing Ice to know she's getting through to the 18 year old wrestling star.
"Lets look at the match you're in on Saturday kid. Rayn, your partner, admitted killer. Dameon, a man who has only told everyone, time and time again ever since he got here that he just wants to hurt things. Lucia King, she's like the new age Brandi James. She has Shawn attack you last week, and now, here you are, under the knife to fix the neck that she had attacked. Oh, you want more proof. On Inferno you're facing Johnny A.M., your tag team partner. And what did he do? He knocked you off a damn ladder and broke your freakin' neck in the first place. Great tag team partner huh? How about we look at your own family Sara. How about, we look deep down inside of you. Because I'm not only Ice, Sara. I'm something even more powerful then I was with your mother. Because in the end, you're also still a Pettis. And Pettis' always get what they want. You want the SFT Title back don't you? You want the RWA Universal Title, don't you? You want Shawn Walsh, and Lucia King, and Brett Walsh to pay for what they did on Xplosion. And I can help you do that Sara. You know you can't do it. You're too nice. You're too good. You're too friendly. But if you embrace me Sara. You'll finally become the very thing you've been wanting to be when you were growing up. You'll finally be able to have enough intensity to actually pursue the things you want kid. You've gotten as far as you can on pure talent, and skill kid...imagine what it'd be like if we added a little fuel to that fire? I can help you kid. I can make you even better then you are now. I can make you better then anyone has ever been, in SFT, or RWA."
"I don't want to hurt people. Mom didn't want to hurt people when she was Ice either." Sara says, turning around and facing Ice again.
"Sara, you're not getting it kid. It's not about wanting to hurt anyone. Its about being able to, if you have to. Sometimes, in order to get the things we want, we have to step on people kid. Hell, people have been stepping all over you ever since you got here, haven't they? Aren't you just a little tired of it? I mean, seriously Sara. Think about it. Shawn Walsh is going to try to ruin your good girl image anyway...why don't we just blow that image out of the water, and take his fun away...at his expense? I'm not a bad person Sara. Your mother wasn't either when she was me. I just like to look out for myself. And I don't like it when other mess with me."
Sara looks at Ice, an image of herself, with a different set of priorities, ideas, and feelings. Sara turns away, and Ice lets out a chuckle at the young girl.
"Look, kid, you might not want to be Ice right now. But you will be eventually. I'm in your genes. I'm a part of you. But if want to delay it, go right ahead. I'll be waiting though. Sooner or later this perfect little puppy dog, and kitty cat world you're living in is going to crumble, and you'll have no choice but to embrace my way of doing things. It'll happen, believe me, it will happen."
Ice turns and begins to walk away from Sara. Sara looks up at her as the light gets brighter in her direction, eventually blinding Sara...
"Zah-rah....Can you hear me Zah-rah?"
The first sound she hears is the voice of the Canadian doctor over her. Everything is still blurry, and she's in a daze from the anesthetics she was administered a few hours ago. But slowly the world comes back into focus, and she sees the doctor, and her step-sister leaning over her.
"Zah-rah....if you can hear meh, pleez wiggle your toez...." the doctor asks her.
Sara obliges, wiggling her toes on both her feet. The doctor asks her to lift her arms, which Sara does with ease. Jane lets out a sigh of relief, and the doctor nods.
"Zee pra-ze-jah waz a zuccess, Ms. Pettis zould be fully ah-wake zoon, and zhe will be releezed in ze mornin. Until zen, I zuggest zhe just rest here unda ob-za-vation."
The doctor leaves Sara and Jane alone. And with time, Sara begins to wake up. Jane waits in her room, watching a t.v. and waiting for a response from her little sister. Sara finally has her bearings enough to talk, and asks for her sister.
"Janey...you there still?"
Jane turns off the t.v. and goes to Sara's side. "Yea, I'm here Sary. How are you feeling?"
"My neck feels sore, but not too bad...in a daze still."
Jane chuckles, "Yea, you sound pretty f'ed up still, Sary. And the doctor said the soreness and stiffness in your neck will go away in a bit. You should see the back of your neck though, all stitched up, with bolts sticking out just under the skin....just like some kind of Frankenstein."
"Yea, well. Its not so bad I guess, at least I don't have to worry about severing my spinal chord now."
"Yea, I guess thats a good thing....but I don't know how I'm going to explain to dad those stitches and the bolts this weekend at the show."
Sara springs to attention at this, "What? Dad is going to be at the show this weekend?"
"Yea, maybe. He alluded to it the other day. We'll come up with something though....You just need to rest....and get ready for this weekend. I'll give you credit Sary, most people would've sat out for a year with a broken neck. Hopefully this will work, and you won't have to miss any time. You really do love this don't you?"
"Yea, I do. I'd do anything to be the best ever.........anything."
A New York Park Bench match. This ought to be fun. For those of you who are unaware of the rules to a New York Park Bench match, let me explain. It's basically a tables match, but instead of tables, we use park benches. Quite intense, considering how oddly shaped and sturdy those suckers are, compared to the flat, plywood of the tables. What a perfect situation to test my next surgically repaired neck in. By putting it, and the rest of my body though a bunch of weather sealed 2x4s, bound together by iron bars.
It seems like everyone wants a piece of me. Ever since Xplosion came into existence, the CWF Title has been the most sought after belt in RWA. Thats fine with me though, I like the fact that I'm taking the heat off of Walsh. It only proves what I've been saying since Xplosion came to be. That CWF has become bigger, and better then RWA. That the CWF World Title really is the elite title in this company, and all Shawn Walsh has around his waist is a thirty pound paper weight.
Lucia wants a piece of this title belt. As does Rayn, my partner, and I'm Dameon would love to get his half retarded, 'Grrr, I'm a beast I'm dangerous RAWR!' hands on this prime piece of precious metal molded into the ultimate fashion accessory.
I'm taking the CWF Title, and giving it a rebirth like nothing seen before in the RWA. Just like I did with the T.V. Title, I've turned it into a belt of respect, and dignity. This sucker was long forgot before I got a hold of it, and now see whats happening? Everyone is about tripping over each other just to get a shot at this sucker. And what has become of the RWA Title, and Shawn Walsh? Who knows, nobody watches Reloaded anymore, not since I was last on it anyway.
You know, I've been the cocky type, but something has happened recently that has made me realize something. I'm a Quadruple champion. Between SFT, and RWA/CWF, I hold four titles, two tag, and two singles. On top of that, I'm in the picture for both of the big golds, the SFT World, and RWA Universal Titles. Is their a hotter commodity in wrestling then Sara Pettis right now? Is there anyone who could possibly be generating more buzz in the locker rooms, and on the internet then me? No, thats impossible. When was the last time someone held four titles, while wrestling full time in the two biggest companies in all the land? When was the last time someone has been consistently on their game as much as I have been over the course of these last few months?
No one is making more noise. NO ONE. Not Shawn Walsh in RWA. Not Kyle Murphy in SFT. Even without the RWA and SFT Titles, I still draw the most attention. And I've not even been calling attention to myself until now.
I don't know why, but where before I just felt so happy to be a part of this industry, I just feel like I want more. I want to be the greatest anyone has ever seen. And I want to be the greatest right now. I want to stand at the peek of SFT, and RWA both, and say to everyone else, 'You can't beat me! Don't even try!' What has happened to me? I just don't feel content anymore.
Even with my broken neck, I cant help but feel like I'm still better then anyone else these two companies can put against me. I can't say I don't like this new feeling, but for some reason, it feels like all these thoughts, and all of this emotion has just been bottled up inside me, waiting for me to just say them, and let them out. It feels so good to say 'I'm the best!' and truly believe it. Because the fact is, I am. I finally know what it feels like to be like Shawn Walsh, and Tony Barrera, only without the having to delude myself so that I can believe what I'm saying.
Maybe it'll pass. Maybe it's just the drugs from coming out of surgery. Who knows what is causing me to feel this way. But for the first time since I came into this business, I don't feel like the weight of anyone's legacy, not even my own, is pressing down on me. Because I don't have to live up too anyone else's legacy. I've become greater then any of my biological, or adoptive parents could ever hope to be.
Its something new, and I'm not sure I like the feeling yet....but I know it feels good, and that if Rayn wants me to be more intense, he might just get his wish.
And even with how much things change, Dameon continues to spout out useless crap. Dameon, if you seriously think that you're partner being from New York gives you an advantage....*buzz*...I'm sorry, your wrong. How many times have we meet in the ring again? 3 right? Yea, thats right, you'd think we'd know each other a little bit better by now.
Just like Lucia, I was raised in the concrete jungle known as N-Y-C. Not in Brooklyn, but literally right down the street from Brooklyn, in the neighborhood of Ozone Park, in the borough of Queens. Ozone Park actually borders Brooklyn, where I spent most of my youth anyway. I was trained in the CCWA&ICE gym, in Brookyln. I grew up a fan of the Brooklyn Dodgers, even though I was born 32 years after they moved to the West Coast. I am as New York as Lucia King is Dameon. So even if where she, or I grew up mattered, you still wouldn't have anything going for you there.
It was nice to hear you finally admit that I beat you fair and square the first two times we met. I guess all that verbal pounding of fact into your skull final got through to that soft, creamy nougat like mass you call a brain, and made you realize that I outsmarted you then. It isn't a hard feat really. Most times you do all the work yourself. You set yourself up, and everyone else just knocks you down. Like when you said you don't think third win was completely legit. Talking about how the odds were stacked in my favor, because Shane Clemmens was there. Dameon, it wasn't a handicap match. It wasn't Shane and me against you. The odds were fair, 33% to everyone. And I won. The odds have always been fair when we've fought Dameon. I bet you don't even remember me pinning you that night, do you Dameon? I must have knocked what little sense you have loose when I drop kicked your skull into the turnbuckle.
And my win over Rayn being cheap? Dameon, when you even admit you don't know shit about what you're talking about, thats just sad. Rayn and I have respect for each other because we took each other too the limit. And I came out on top that time. It could've easily gone the other way. We fought, and we shook hands when the dust settled. There was nothing cheap about it.
Dameon, I really don't like you. I don't like you at all. Every time we've fought, you've brought out this side of me that I don't like. I try not to hate people, it's just not my way. I try not to hold grudges, and I try not to look down on anyone. But somehow Dameon, you force me too not like you. Not because of anything you've done, or said. But just because you talk with the ignorance, and blind faith in your words like someone who supports the War in Iraq. You talk in circles, and contradict your own statements so often, that following your logic is like trying to follow the short bus after the special children has knocked out the driver, and are playing with the steering wheel.
My reign will not last forever, but the second you're reign starts, either it coming at the end of my own, or someone else's, the CWF will begin it's free fall again into the black void of obscurity. And I don't know if anyone, myself included, would be able to have the ability to save it again. When my reign ends, it'll be to Rayn, or Lucia. It won't be too you. I will never allow it.
And Dameon, you need to realize something. Lucia thinks of herself as being a tough bitch. But you need to realize, its all just a facade. She's a former Hardcore Champion....because I gave the title too her. She's a member of Superiority Complex....because she's fucking Shawn Walsh. She's the #1 Contender for the CWF Title....because you let her slip by and win the contendership. Where in there does she come off as being so much superior to me in terms of wrestling ability? Lucia King is only where she's at, for the same reason Brandi James ever got to where she was. By hanging on Shawn Walsh's arm. You're tag partner is arm candy Dameon. Quit lying to yourself.
Rayn and I aren't the best of friends. But we respect each other. We respect each other's abilities, and we respect what we can do in the ring. As for you two, who knows what you two are. But Dameon, one thing is for sure, you better step it up man. I mean, really step it up. Like nothing you've ever done before. Because if thats the best you have, Rayn and I can sleep easy knowing that we've got this locked easily.
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