Apparently Sara had fallen asleep, laying on the bed, still fully clothed, and without any kind of sheets or blanket on it yet.

"Forget her. She's too bitchy, lets just go ourselves." She hears her other room mate, Cheryl say through the door.

Sara lays on the bed and contemplates getting up, or just letting them leave. After a few moments, she decides to get up, and opens the door to her bedroom, just as Cheryl and Alisha are leaving.

"Sorry guys, I must've fallen asleep." Sara says in a just woken up haze.

"It's alright. We're just on our way out the door. We'll be at apartment 326. Thats where the party is going on. Meet with us there when you're ready." Alisha tells Sara.

"Come on Alisha, if we don't get there soon, they're gonna charge us a cover too." Cheryl says rushing Alisha.

The two leave, and Sara stands in the room alone to think about going or not. After a few moments, Sara decides to go, despite not really knowing anyone. She changes her clothes, nothing to flashy, just a faded old XCW t-shirt, and blue jeans.

She leaves the apartment, making sure to lock the door behind her, and walks over to the stairwell. She begins to distend down the stairs, hearing the noise of other residents coming up from below. When she gets to the third floor though, she's stopped by a wall of people, all trying to get down to the second floor.

"Whats going on?" Sara asks a guy in front of her on the stairs.

"Its the party on the second floor, everyone is trying to get in there. They've got the hallway turned into a slip and slide, and no one can get through." He tells her.

"Are you serious?" Sara says, in disbelief that everyone is trying to get to the same place.

"Yea, is that where you're going too?" he asks her.

"I was, but I don't think I will now. I'll probably just go back up to my apartment if things are this crazy." Sara tells him.

"Yea, I'm feeling you. I mean, this is obviously just going to be a big mess. And I don't really even drink or anything like that." the guy responds.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around." Sara says, as she begins to walk back up the stairs.

"Hey, whats your name, I don't even think I've seen you around before." the guy asks.

"Sara, and you've never seen me because I just got here. I start next term." Sara stops and tells him.

"Sara...I'll remember that." the guy says.

"Whats your name?" Sara asks, slightly intrigued.

"I'm Chris. I live in 707." the guy responds.

"Really? I'm right across the hall in 708." Sara says, slightly surprised.

"Heh, small world." Chris says back, "I guess we're gonna have to go back upstairs together then."

"You're not going to try to get in the party?" Sara asks Chris.

"Nah, screw this, by the time I get in there, the booze will be gone, everyone will be drunk, a fight will have broken out, and more then likely the cops will have arrived." Chris tells her.

"Well, I guess you can come over to my apartment if you want." Sara tells him.

"Ok, that sounds cool. I mean, you don't think your room mates will mind?" he asks Sara.

"Nah, they came down here earlier, they're probably already in there." Sara tells him.

"Ok then. I guess we're going to your place." he says, as he follows Sara up the stairs.

They get to Sara's apartment, and Sara opens the door. They walk in and Sara goes to the fridge and grabs a Vitamin Water. She offers one to Chris, but he politely declines.

"No thanks. I don't really like those." he tells her.

"Yea, I don't really like them much either. But I get them for free, so I drink them." She tells him.

"Oh, you like, work at a grocery store or something?" Chris asks.

Sara suddenly realizes that this guy either really doesn't have a clue who she is, or is just playing stupid. Either way she feels kinda relieved as her biggest reservation about going to the party was being noticed by horny wrestling marks.

"Nah, nothing like that. Its actually a little complicated." she responds.

"Well, I'm not doing anything too pressing right now." Chris says, "Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?" he says as Sara sits down on the couch, and he sits down in the chair adjacent.

"How about this? How about you tell me something about you?" she responds.

"No fair, I asked first." Chris responds, "Why don't we do it like this? I'll ask you a question, and then you can ask me?" he adds.

"That sounds good." she responds.

"Alright, whats your full name, and where are you from Sara?" Chris asks.

"Legal name, or just, name name?" she asks back.

"Theres a difference?" Chris asks.

"Legally, I'm known as Sara Lynn Pettis-Schorg." she tells Chris, "Pettis being my birth name, and Schorg being my adoptive name."

"You're adopted?" Chris asks.

"Long story." she tells Chris, "My biological Father gave me up when I was little to my Mom. She and my Step-dad raised me till she passed away when I was 9. When she died, my Step-father had to legal adopt me, so I LEGALLY was given the last name Schorg. I've just never used it."

"So you go by Sara Pettis, then?" Chris asks.

"Yep, my real dad's last name." she tells him.

"Where you from?" Chris asks.

"Queens, New York." she tells him, "How about you, where are you from and whats your last name?"

"Christopher Walden. I'm from Paradise, California." he answers.

"Are you serious?" she asks him.

"Yea, I know. But it's true, there really is a city named Paradise." he tells her.

"No, I mean, never mind." she responds.

"No, whats wrong with Paradise?" he asks.

"It's just kind've ironic is all." she responds.

"Ironic? I don't get it." he says puzzled.

"I'm sure you'll understand before we're done talking." Sara responds.

"Ok...my turn to ask a question. Any family?" he asks.

"Step-father, a step-sister, and two twin younger brothers. How about you?" Sara responds.

"Just my mom, and dad." he tells her.

"Only child?" Sara asks.

"No, I would have a little brother, but he was still-born. My parents didn't really want anymore kids after that. Then they divorced about seven months later." he tells her.

"Wow, thats so sad." Sara says.

"Yea, but you get used to it after awhile. So what do you do?" he asks.

"Do I really have to answer?" Sara asks.

"You're not a stripper, or anything like that, are you?" he asks.

"Hey! Do you really think I'm a stripper?" Sara asks.

"No, I don't, but I can't think of what would be so embarrassing you couldn't tell me." he says.

"It's not that I'm embarrassed. I just...I don't know." Sara says.

"You want to know what I do?" he asks.

"What do you do?" Sara says.

"You have to promise me something though. You have to promise you won't get grossed out." he says.

"I can't promise anything, but I won't judge you, too much." Sara says chuckling.

"Well...I'm a camera man. My major is Cinematography." he says.

"Thats not so bad." Sara says, "Why would I be disgusted?"

"Well, because so far, the only movies I've been able to shoot....has been porn." Chris says timidly.

"No way." Sara says, "You're kidding."

"Nope, I'm dead serious." Chris says, "I tell my mom I tape weddings and bar mitzvahs. You have no idea."

"So, like, what kind of camera man do you want to be?" Sara asks.

"Well, I already have a minor in sports photography. I kind've want to be a live camera at sporting events." Chris tells her.

"What if I told you, I could help you get a job in something like that?" Sara asks.

"What, you know someone that works in sports broadcasting?" Chris says half sarcastically.

"Well, I'm sorta in sports broadcasting." Sara tells him.

"Yea, OK." Chris says not really believing her.

"I'm serious. I could call someone tonight, and you'd probably have a job next week if you're good enough." Sara tells him.

"You still haven't told me what you do, Sara." Chris says still not convinced.

"I told you, I'm in Sports Broadcasting." Sara tells him.

"What kind of sports broadcasting?" Chris asks.

"Well...wrestling." Sara tells him.

"Wrestling? Like, Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, wrestling?" Chris asks.

"Yea." Sara answers.

"What do you do? Sell souvenirs?" Chris asks.

"Well, I market souvenirs." Sara responds.

"So, you're in marketing?" Chris asks.

"Not really. I just market things because if they sell, I get a good cut." Sara responds.

Chris sits there, still trying to figure out what Sara is telling him, "I am totally confused now." Chris says.

"You're from Paradise right?" Sara asks.

"Yea, I already said that." Chris says.

"Did you ever see any of the posters for 'CWF' when they were getting to open the CWF Arena?" Sara asks.

"Yea, I did." Chris says.

"Remember the faces on them?" Sara asks.

"Um, I remember there being these two long haired guys, and these two.....oh." Chris says, everything Sara is saying finally clicks, "You were on that poster! I knew I've seen your face somewhere! Wow, thats great. What are you, like a ring girl or something?"

"No...would you believe me if I said, World Champion?" Sara asks.

"World Champion? You're the World Champion?" Chris looks her up and down, "No offense Sara, but you don't really strike me as, 'World Champion'."

"I swear on my Mother's grave, I am the CWF World Champion. Just Google my name. You'll see. Hell, I'm even defending the title this weekend against the other girl in that poster." Sara says smiling.

"I'm sorry, I'm just having a hard time with this. I mean, seriously, you look like I could bench press you with one arm Sara." Chris says, "Even if wrestling isn't real, I can't see any man letting it LOOK LIKE you beat him up."

"Do I really have to go get the belt out?" Sara asks.

"No, no. You don't." Chris says, "I believe you."

"No you don't." Sara says.

"I do! I really do." Chris says, "I just can't believe, of all people, they made you World Champion."

"They didn't really MAKE me World Champion." Sara tells him, "I worked hard to get that title."

"How old are you?" Chris asks.

"You're not supposed to ask a lady her age." Sara tells him, "But I turned 18 in April."

"You turned 18 in April?" Chris says, a little surprised.

"Yea, I've been wrestling for about six months now." Sara tells him, "Ever since I got out of high school."

"Wow. When I was 18, I was still working at McDonald's."

"How old are you now?" Sara asks, "Since you don't seem to have a problem asking others that question."

"I'm 22. So, what made you decide to become a wrestler?"

"It's in my blood." Sara says, "My mom was a wrestler, my step-dad was a wrestler. My biological father was a wrestler."

"My mom is a CPA, my dad is in Real-Estate, and my Step-dad is a car dealer." Chris tells Sara.

"See, I envy you." Sara says, "Your childhood must have been at least a little stable. I was drug all over this country, hell the world. My mom was wrestling again, only a few weeks after giving birth to me, and her first show was in Manchester, England."

"Thats crazy. I've never even been to Canada before." Chris tells Sara, "You've probably experienced a lot."

"Kinda." Sara says, "Not all of it was good though. The industry puts a huge strain on family life."

"So, what. You don't plan on having a family then?" Chris asks.

"I don't know." Sara says, "I mean, I guess I do. Who doesn't? Its kinda why I'm working so hard now. So that when I finally do have a family, if I ever do, I don't have to work as hard. And I can actually be around."

"Its funny that you're CWF Champion. My dad hates you guys. He had in his mind this plan to buy all of that land you guys built your arena on. And like, turn it into a mall, or something like that. Then you guys came in, and bought, and boom, his plans were down the toilet." Chris tells her.

"Yea, they really did step on a lot of people's toes when they decided to build that thing, and move the show to Paradise." Sara says, "But the way people act in that city, you'd think we were, trying to ruin everyone's life. I mean, CWF can't be all bad for Paradise, can it?"

"It really isn't. It brings people to Paradise, and gives people something to do. Paradise really doesn't have much going for it. Most people in Paradise though, they're stuck in their roots. Not really open to change. I personally don't really care. I'm not a wrestling fan. No offense."

"None taken."

"But if you can really do what you said. And get me a job with CWF as a camera man, hell yea I'll take it. I'm tired of feeling dirty every time I tell my mom that paychecks from 'Cinalimax Films' are sweet 16 parties, and weddings."

"Trust me, we always need camera men. The old ones keep getting hurt."

"You're joking right?" Chris asks.

"Of course I am, silly. But you might want to learn how to take a bump." Sara says completely serious.

"Take a bump?"

"You, know," Sara does the air quotes, "'Fall Right' I think is what normal people call it."

"Oh. Its not really that dangerous is it?" Chris asks.

"No more dangerous then like, a sideline camera man at a football game." She tells him, "It's just, sometimes something might not go exactly right, and boom, the camera man gets clipped."

"Eh, thats not so bad." Chris says, "I'd rather do that then, you know...doing what I'm doing now."

"Alright, I'll talk to them, see what I can do for you." Sara says with a smile.

"Thanks Sara, I appreciate it." Chris says, "Hey, what are you going to be up too tomorrow night?"

"Well, I'm going to be flying back home to New York City, so I can get ready for my title defense." Sara tells him.

"Really? Alright, I'll have to ask you then when you get back." Chris says somewhat dissapointed.

"Ask me what?" Sara asks.

"Well, I was going to see if you wanted a tour of Sacramento, since you're new and all. Maybe take you to some places you wouldn't hear about from anyone else." Chris says.

"Oh," Sara responds, "I got an idea. Why don't I show you around New York?" Sara says, smiling at Chris, "I mean, you're out of classes aren't you?"

"Are you serious? I can't go to New York tomorrow Sara. I mean, I don't have the money." Chris answers.

"It's on me. How about that?" Sara says.

"I also have work this weekend." Chris says, a bit dissapointed.

"Alright, I understand Chris. We'll do it some other time then I guess." Sara says, sounding dissapointed herself.

Chris looks over at Sara, and finally says, "You know what, screw it. I'll go. If you're going to get me a new job anyway, why should I spend another moment watching some random chick and three midgets through a camera lens?" he says.

"Wow, that was really more then I needed to know." Sara says laughing.

"I told ya it was bad didn't I? So what time are we departing?" he asks.

Sara looks at her watch, "Well, considering we've been talking for awhile now....in five hours."

"Five hours? Wow, you don't really give a guy much time do you?" Chris says.

Sara smiles, "Well, if you get this job, get used to it. We're gonna have very similar schedules, and places we'll need to be."

Chris stands up from his seat, "Well then, with that in mind, I guess I have to go pack. What should I bring?"

"Just regular stuff, clothes, anything you'd need for a job interview. And anything you think you'd need in New York." Sara tells him.

"Alright, I guess I'll knock on your door in a few hours?" Chris asks.

"I'll be right here. I'm not going to sleep tonight, and I'm already set to go." Sara tells him.

"Ok. I'll see you in a bit then." Chris says with a smile, before seeing himself out of the apartment.