"Here she is, the daughter of RWA alumnus Amp, and niece to former RWA owner Michael Pettis."

"A rather impressive debut for Amp’s little girl."

My whole life has been spent in the shadows of my parents. My real ones, and my stepfather. But never have I ever heard anyone refer to me as "Amp's little girl." I've always been Ice's girl, or Aj Nin Red Rum's stepdaughter. Anyone who knows me knows that Amp has had very little effect on my life. Hell, I don't even know my father's real first name.

Maybe its because to RWA, my mother was just someone who worked for THAT OTHER company. Maybe it's because it was on the Pettis name that this company was built on. Unfortunately the Pettis name wasn't who I was built on.

Watching the replay on t.v. and hearing those words that Jay Gamble and Chris Salem said, it made me realize something. I came to RWA because I didn't want to be known as Ice's girl. Instead I came to RWA, where Amp is getting all of the credit.

I guess thats the way it's going to be, wherever I might end up. I'll either be Ice's girl, Amp's girl, or Aj Nin's Stepdaughter. Not until I make my own mark.

The scene opens in Ozone Park, New York, at the Schorg house. It's late at night, and we see a cab pull up. Out of the backseat comes Sara, dragging behind her a suitcase and a duffel bag. She hands the driver a tip and walks up the walkway towards the front door. She pulls her keys from her pocket and slides them into the lock, and slowly opens the door. She carefully steps into the house, attempting to not make any noise. As she does so she notices a light on in the living room. Knowing that it's later then normal for anyone else in her family to be awake, she decides to investigate. Sitting in a recliner reading a book is her stepsister Jane. Jane notices Sara walk in and greets her with a smile. She closes her book, and Sara sets down her bags.

"Hey Sary," Jane says to her younger stepsister, "How was the match?"

"Pretty good," Sara responds, "You didn't watch it?"

"No, I'm sorry I missed it. I'm taking classes at night now this semester." Jane tells her.

"Jane, aren't you out of college for the Summer?"

"Nah, Dad made me sign up for Summer classes this year, he wants me to be done with school as soon as possible." Jane responds.

"Oh yea, I forgot all about that." Sara states. "You don't know if he saw it do you?"

"No, he didn't, I asked him. I really don't think he likes the idea of you doing this. He's really taking that promise he made with your mother seriously."

"Yea I figured as much." Sara says as she sits down across from her stepsister on the couch. "Can I ask you something Janey?"

"Sure Sary."

"Do you think he would care as much if you, Rick, or Chris ever started wrestling?"

Jane just cocks her head kinda puzzled by the question.

"What do you mean?" She asks Sara.

"It's just, I don't know, you guys are his kids. You all have a part of him in you, so maybe he might, I don't know, feel like he's responsible for you guys, and how you turn out." Sara says, "Me, I'm not his. But I was left in his care. Like, he promised mom he wouldn't let anything happen to me."

"In other words, you think that if he let something happen to the three of us, he'd only be letting himself down, but if he let something happen to you, he'd be letting your mom down?" Jane says.

"Yea, I guess, something like that."

"Sary, I don't know what he thinks most of the time. But I know he respected your mother. If he made a promise to her, I know that he's going to do everything he has to do to keep that promise. But honestly, I think in his mind, you're just one of his kids like the rest of us."

"I don't know how he could think that, I don't look anything like a Schorg." Sara says.

"No, but you look like Becky. You do have your mom's eyes. And I think thats all you need to look like you belong to this family."

"You know, during my match, all they keep talking about was the fact that I'm a Pettis though."

"Yea, well thats true too. Theres no denying the fact that you took a lot of your father's features."

"Maybe it's best Dad didn't watch the match then. I know how much he's resented my father."

"Well you know what they say, 'Any guy can be a father, it take a man to be a dad.'"

"I keep waiting for him to call me at some point. I sometimes wonder if he ever really cared about me."

"Sary, how many times are you going to do this to yourself? You remember how he reacted when your mom passed away? He had his opportunity to be your one and only father, and he gave it too dad. If you ask me, you shouldn't give two shits about whither or not he cares, because he obviously didn't care enough then. At the time in your life you needed him the most, he saw his chance, and he ran."

"People don't realize that in RWA though. People ask me how he's doing, and are shocked when I tell them I haven't seen him in almost a decade."

"You kinda set yourself up for that you know? Your father and Uncle founded that place."

"They founded SFT too though. If I went there it'd probably be the same."

"It would be worse in SFT. There you'd be living in Becky's, Dad's, AND your father's shadows."

"Yea, you're right." Sara says following it with a sigh. The two "Sisters" sit in the quiet for awhile before Sara asks her stepsister another question, "Did you ever want to do this?"

"When we where really little, yea. Remember the time we beat up that kid in the cafeteria using the moves Dad taught us? It was while he was in Japan and Becky was taking care of us."

"Wow, that was a long time ago. I can barely remember it."

"I think it was after your mom chewed us out that I stopped wanting to be a wrestler. I don't know. Wrestling is only in half my blood. Maybe thats why it's so easy for me to stay away from it."

"But, didn't your mom and Dad meet like, at a show or something?"

"You know, I don't know, I'll have to ask him."

The two women go back to the silence. They look across at each other for awhile. Not sure what to say next. Finally Sara breaks the silence.

"I have another match next week. Against Kamikaze. You'll probably have to miss that one too."

"Sary, I'd love to see one of your matches, but I can't with classes being in session at the same time."

"I know, I just wish somebody in the family was watching them."

"Well, Uncle Nate called, said he saw the whole thing. Told dad to have you call him back when you got in."

"How long ago was that?"

"A few hours ago, you'd probably be better off just waiting till tomorrow morning to call him."

"Yea, you're right. I'm actually feeling pretty tired right now."

Sara gets up, as does Jane. Sara takes a few steps but then just crashes down on the sofa again.

"You know what, I think I'll just crash right here tonight."

Jane just looks down at her exhausted stepsister, as she quickly falls asleep.

So, now that I've gotten my first match out of the way, I figured things might get easer. But of course, they haven't. I now find myself in my first ever hardcore match against a man who made a name for himself in hardcore style matches, back when Mom was still around. Kamikaze, if it is the same Kamikaze I recall from the past, is going to be perfectly at home next week. I might as well be on another planet. I've never wrestled in any kind of match like this. But I guess it was bound too happen sooner or later. I just didn't think it would be against a person like this.

Am I anxious? A little bit yeah. I mean, who wouldn't be. Kyle Snow was a veteran, but this is a legend. Am I scared? No. No more then I've ever been getting into the ring before. The only thing about this, that makes me feel uneasy is the thought of Dad watching it on T.V. There is a definite chance that I will get hurt, and that I may be bleeding by the end of this match. I'm afraid that he'll turn on the t.v. and see my bloody face, and tell me I can't ever wrestle again. That won't stop me, but I can't lie and say I won't be thinking about it. The last thing I want him to feel is that he's letting Mom down. I know thats how he'd feel though if I came home with a huge gash on my forehead, or burns all down my arms and legs.

But at the same time, this is my life. I'm not too good to do this with it. I'm not above doing what my Mother, Father, and Dad all did. Sometimes I feel like I want to do it as a tribute to Mom. She'd never approve of it, but I don't think she'd stop me. I don't know, I'm just going on now I think. I need to stop repeating myself so much.