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"Can I help you?" the girl on the other side of the door asks.
"Um...hi, my name is Sara. I just enrolled, and I was told that there was an empty room in this apartment?" Sara asks the girl.
"Oh, yea, the new girl, hold on." the door closes, and she hears the deadbolt get undone, and the door opens. On the other side is another girl, similar age to Sara with black hair, and slightly chubby wearing a Sacramento State Hornets hoodie, and short work out shorts. "Come on in, they told us to expect a new room mate. Our old room mate dropped after the first week, so we've had an empty room in here for awhile."
"I see. Well my name is Sara." Sara says as she puts down her bag and extends her hand.
"My name is Alisha. Our other room mate is Cheryl. But she's not here right now. She went out last night and hasn't been back since. She'll probably be here around noon. So whats your major Sara?" Alisha asks.
"Sports journalism. Which room is mine?" Sara asks, looking at the three doors leading away from the common living room.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're in that one, in the front left. Next to mine. And Cheryl's got the one across the way. We've each got a bathroom, we all share the kitchen, and living room. And fortunately enough we've got a balcony. Since we're on the seventh floor. You don't smoke do you?" Alisha asks.
"Nope, and I don't plan to start either." Sara tells her room mate.
"Good, Cheryl and our last room mate did. They mostly smoked outside, since I have asthma. So, Sara...where are you from?" Alisha asks.
"Lots of places." Sara tells her as she opens the door to her bedroom, "I was born in Alaska, but I grew up in Queens, New York. Spent a little time in Sedalia, Missouri when I was really young, and I've spent all my time since graduating High School traveling. Where are you from?"
"Oh, I'm from Sacramento. Cheryl, she's from North Carolina. So, been traveling huh? Where too?" Alisha asks.
"All over, Europe, Canada, all over the U.S. Working." Sara tells her.
"Working? What do you do?" Alisha asks.
"Well..." Sara stops to think about it. She doesn't really want to call attention to what she does with this girl she just met, and will be living with over the course of the next year, "I'm a professional athlete."
"Really? What sport do you play? I'm on the Softball team." Alisha says.
"I'm a....uh..." Sara really questions wither of not too tell this strange girl what she does, "Well, you probably won't believe me, but I'm a professional wrestler." Sara finally says.
"A pro-wrestler? You? Are you serious?" Alisha asks.
"Yea, whys that so hard to believe?" Sara asks her new room mate.
"Its just, you're so pretty, I would never picture you doing something like that. I mean, unless you were like, a ring girl or something." Alisha tells her.
"Nope...real wrestler." Sara tells her, as she unzips her bag, and begins to unload her things.
"Thats cool. So....who do you wrestle for? WWF?" Alisha asks Sara.
"No, RWA, and a little sister company called CWF." Sara tells her, continuing to dig around her stuff.
"Oh, I don't really follow wrestling, if you can't tell. So, how'd you get into it?" Alisha asks Sara.
"My mom, and dad both wrestled." Sara tells her, as she begins to set up her things around the all white bed room. Alisha notices the CWF Title and RWA United Titles sitting on the bed.
"So, what are those? Championship belts?" she asks.
"Yea, those are the RWA United, or Tag Team, and CWF World Heavyweight, Titles. I used to have two more for this other company I worked for, called SFT. But I quit there, because I was just feeling over worked. I mean, I was wrestling so many shows a week, trying to defend all four of my titles. It was crazy." Sara says, not even looking towards Alisha, packing clothes into the dresser.
"Right...isn't wrestling fake?" Alisha asks.
"Well...let me show you this." Sara walks over too Alisha, before turning around, and lifting her hair up so she can see the scar on the back of her neck from where the doctors surgically repaired her neck, "Thats from the surgery I had done after falling off a ladder. My neck is still messed up. Probably going to be for the rest of my life."
"Holy shit, that gross." Alisha responds.
"Yep, got it trying to win back the RWA T.V. Title from a guy named Johnny A.M." Sara tells her.
"Wait, wrestling is real, and you wrestle men?" Alisha says surprised.
"Sure, my mother did. Its nothing new." Sara says with a shrug.
"Wow, I guess you learn something new everyday....so...um....you could probably kick a bunch of people's asses huh?" Alisha asks.
"Well, maybe. I don't really fight outside the ring." Sara tells her room mate.
"So, if you're a wrestler, why are you going to college?" Alisha asks.
"I kinda want something to fall back on if I get hurt again. It was next to impossible to do it while traveling. But since CWF has moved all of its shows out here to California, its actually going to be nice, since I can wrestle on Saturdays, and come back here every other day and have a normal life, instead of living out of a suitcase every week." Sara tells her.
"That why you chose Sac State?" Alisha asks.
"Yea, pretty much. Before I went wrestling, I had a bunch of scholarship offers back home. But then I went wrestling, and they all went away. When I moved out here to wrestle for CWF, I got this full scholarship offer from Sac State. The only thing is..." Sara goes to her bag and pulls out some brand new wrestling tights, a gold top with a green and gold bee on it, and green and gold striped tights, "They want me to wear this ugly thing in the ring."
Alisha starts laughing hysterically, "Thats our mascot, and school colors. They want you to represent Sac State in the ring!"
"I figured. Its just, my colors, and all my merchandise and stuff is pink and light blue. This stuff clashes so badly with that." Sara says with a frown.
"Merchandise?" Alisha says puzzled.
"Yea, t-shirts, actions figures, collectible jersey, posters, all that good stuff." Sara tells her.
"You...have all that stuff made of you?" Alisha says.
"Yea, here, have a t-shirt." Sara says, tossing a black t-shirt to Alisha with a cartoon version of herself over her blue and pink 'SP' logo. Alisha just looks down at it, kinda slack jawed.
"Wow, I never knew anyone with their own t-shirt before." She says.
"Yea, they discontinued that one. Wasn't selling good enough. Somewhere like, 50k were made, we only sold about 30k." Sara says to her.
"You can't be serious. Sara, you're a celebrity. Why are you living in student housing?" Alisha asks.
Sara just shrugs her shoulders, "I can't be that big. I mean. I've only been wrestling for 6 months. I mean, you didn't know who I was."
"I'm probably in a minority. Whatever. Welcome to the apartment...and uh....thanks for the t-shirt." Alisha says, walking out of Sara's bedroom, closing the door behind her.
The scene shifts to about twenty minutes later, inside the admissions office at Sacramento State. Sara is seen sitting in the office with an equipment bag sitting on the floor in front of her. As she sits and waits, she notices a group of five guys on the other side of the office, whispering to themselves and looking over at her as they stand in line to use the registration kiosk. For the most part, they're each average guys, with nothing really unique looking about them.
"Ms. Pettis?" The receptionist announces to the room.
"Yea, right here." Sara responds, causing the group of guys to buzz even more. Sara notices it, and tries not to look at them.
"Dean Wright will see you now." the receptionist tells her.
Sara nods and walks pass the receptionist, and into the Dean's office. The group walks over to the receptionist after the door closes.
"Was that, Sara Pettis?" One of the group asks.
"I'm sorry, I can't give out student or potential students information too anyone other then that student." the receptionist tells them.
"Right...." he says.
Meanwhile inside the office Sara is greeted by the Dean of Admissions.
"Ms. Pettis, I'm glad you could come. I'm Dean Wright." he says offering Sara a seat across his desk.
"Hello Dean. I guess I just need to say thanks for the offer you're giving me. I just sorta have a few qualms with some of the things." Sara tells him.
"Oh? Like what? Hopefully we can work it out." he says.
"Well, its just. Like, the outfit you had made." Sara says, opening the bag, and pulling out the green and gold tights, "I don't think I can wear these sir. I mean, they're nice. But I already have gear, that kinda goes with the merchandise and stuff that RWA designed for my character. The green and gold kinda clashes with the pink, and blue of my character." Sara tells him.
"Well...is there anything else?" he asks.
"Yes, I know that you'll be giving me this scholarship and all, but I honestly can't see using 'Fight, Hornet, Fight', as my entrance theme." Sara tells him.
"Well, Ms. Pettis. You need to understand. This is a full scholarship, which comes with obligations. We're offering this, with the hopes that you'd be able to draw enrollment. Ms. Pettis, you're representing this school like any other student athlete with a scholarship." he tells her.
"But do I have to do all of these things? Change everything about my in ring persona?" Sara asks.
"Ms. Pettis, we understand that all of these changes are going to be drastic. And yes we are flexible. But understand that there is a reason we've offered you everything we have. Student housing, and tuition, and books, those all cost money. We're offering them to you for free...we need something in return." he says.
Sara nods, and looks down at the gear in the bag, and sighs, "I'll wear the tights, and change my colors, if I can keep my theme, and finisher name. Hows that?"
"Thats fine with me Ms. Pettis. Welcome to Sacramento State. Make yourself comfortable, as theres still a bit of time before the next semester's classes start. So get used to the city, and college life. Enjoy yourself. And good luck this weekend at your match. We plan on making it a campus event to watch it." the Dean tells Sara, dismissing her. Sara puts the gear back in her bag, and walks out of the office, into the reception area. As soon as she walks out of the building and onto the campus, the five guys approach her.
"Excuse us, we saw you in the admissions office. You new?" The one that approached the receptionist asks Sara.
"Yea, I am." Sara says, not looking at them, just continuing to walk.
"So, whats your name?" another one asks.
"Sara." she answers walking a little faster.
"Sara, as in....Sara Pettis?" they ask.
Sara stops, and turns around to face them, "Yes, Sara Pettis. Obviously you guys are wrestling fans."
"Hell yea. We love wrestling." one says.
Sara smiles, "So you've seen me wrestle, right?"
"Well...yea." they say.
"Good...so then you know what I can do if you don't back off right?" Sara asks them.
"Whoa, we're just trying to say hi." the main guy says.
"Well, can you do me a favor please. Just, give me a little space alright. I don't like being followed by strange people on my first day." Sara tells them.
"Listen, we're sorry. We're just...well...a little star struck, thats all. We're really big fans." the main guy says.
"We'll leave you alone though. We'll probably see you around campus anyway." the other speaking member of the group says.
"Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll see you around." Sara tells them, going back to her apartment.
So, I've got a nice full night ahead of me on November 18th. Two title defenses, one where I'd be surprised if the match itself didn't just end up becoming a giant cluster fuck. Who's brilliant idea is it to make Lucia the other half of the tag team champions anyway? Oh yea, thats right. Megan.
Listen Megan. I respect you, but why would you do this? You've put me in a real awkward position. You honestly expect me to work with Lucia at the beginning of the show, and then at the end of the night, go at each other? It isn't going to work that way. I'd be lucky if Lucia didn't just no-show me for the tag match.
Rayn and Dameon. Of course, those two aren't really seeing eye to eye with each other either. But they're probably going to be able to pull it together better then me and Lucia can. I really don't want to concede the Tag Titles, but I gotta look at this at a realistic standpoint. I don't know it for sure, but I can't shake the feeling that this Tag Title match is going to be nothing but trouble for me. Dameon and Rayn may not be the best of friends. But what else do they have to fight for after this match? Some grudge match with nothing on the line but bragging rights?
Sara returns to her apartment, and pulls out her keys. She opens the front door, and walks into the room. She sees her room mate Alisha on the balcony with another girl, who she assumes is her other room mate. They're both leaning on the balcony railing, drinking Smirnoff Ice, and talking to each other. The slider door is closed, so Sara can't hear what they are saying. She walks over to the door, and knocks, getting their attention. The two girls turn around and wave her outside. Sara opens the door, and walks out to join them.
"Cheryl, this our new room mate, Sara." Alisha tells the third girl.
Sara looks at the third girl, a tall rather busty blond girl, stereotypical of what a man's dream college girl would be. She smiles at Sara and extends her hand. "Heyyyy....you're the wrestler right?"
"Yea, thats me." Sara says shaking her hand.
"Thats cool. You like to beat people up?" the blonde girl asks Sara.
"I don't really beat people up. I mean, its not like I just punch and kick people." Sara tells her.
"Well, you do fight them though, right?" Cheryl asks.
"Yea, I do." Sara tells her.
"So you're a professional ass kicker then?" Cheryl asks.
"I guess, I mean, its not like I specifically want to kick someone's ass." Sara responds.
"You need to lighten up Sara. Seriously, don't take everything so seriously." Cheryl tells her.
"Yea, go get a drink Sara. You need to loosen up or something." Alisha tells Sara.
"Thats ok guys. I'm not really that big of a drinker." Sara responds.
"Sara, its just a Smirnoff, its not like its vodka, or anything like that." Alisha tells her.
"Eh, I would guys, really I would. But I kinda have to watch what I do, what with my job and all. I'm probably just going to go into my room and finish unpacking. Nice to meet you Cheryl." Sara tells her.
"Yea, nice to meet you. If you change your mind, Alisha and I are going to be going to a party before everyone goes out of town for Thanksgiving break. You're welcome to come with us." Cheryl tells her.
"We'll see, knock on the door before you go, I'll figure it out then." Sara tells her.
"Alright we will." Cheryl tells her.
Sara walks off the balcony, and closes the slider behind her.
"So whatcha think of her?" Alisha asks Cheryl.
"Eh, stuck up bitch, having her around should be LOADS of fun." Cheryl says sarcastically.
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