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Sara Pettis
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sVo Tap-Out Champion
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March 4th, 2011

"Please, you have to let me go back to New York." I say to Matt Anderson on the phone, "My Mom is sick, and I need to be there for her." I continue as I pace back and forth in my suite apartment.

"Excuse me? I don't have to do anything Ms. Pettis. I run this fed, not you. You're lucky you got to go last week. I can't have the Tap-Out Champion out of town every week. Of course, if you want to go so bad. You could always drop the belt." Anderson replies.

Last week, before my match with Bobby Dean, I went home to New York to check on the situation with my Mother. She's been hospitalized with something either they don't know, or don't want to tell me. It took almost dropping to my knees and begging the higher ups in the sVo Offices to allow me to leave Las Vegas. Being the Tap-Out Champion means having to stay close by, so that anyone can have 24/7 access to me. But I know why Matt Anderson isn't allowing me to leave town. He might claim it's because of the Tap-Out Title, but in reality it has more to do with Jon Paige recruiting me to represent him in the Organized Chaos Match. Personally, I never asked to be involved in their little feud, but that doesn't matter.

"Well, Sara? What is it going to be?" Anderson asks, "I'm a busy man, and I don't have time to sit on the phone and wait for you too make up your mind."

"I'm not dropping the belt," I respond, "I've worked too hard, and gone too far with it too just give it up."

"I thought so. Don't forget you have a fan meet and greet this afternoon in the arena box office." Anderson says before hanging up the phone.

I close my cell phone, and curse him, even though I know he can't hear me. As I sit down on the sofa, I look at the sVo Tap-Out Title belt. Many people have called the belt a curse. Saying that having the belt makes life that much harder. And for the first time I feel like it might be true. I've held the sVo Tap-Out Championship for a month, and I'm halfway to the point I set out to get too when I first won it off of Nightmare. It's the first championship belt of my career, and because of it I've been given opportunities other rookies could only dream of. But what has it cost me? It's taken over my entire being it seems like. Because of this belt, I've taken to staying in my suite, and not going out. I have no social life to speak of. And even then Reaper has made it painfully obvious that staying in doesn't guarantee my safety against attacks.

No matter where I go, and no matter what I do, I find myself looking over my shoulder, watching and waiting for someone to come out of the shadows. And every time I drop my guard, and think I'm safe from attack, someone new comes out of no where. Be it Ethan Rider, and Bobby Dean at the Stratosphere, or Loki Synn at a hospital. Be it some masked man in a parking garage, or an unknown man in the bar downstairs. Every time I go somewhere, I see the other people looking at me, my title belt over my shoulder, and the sVo Official following behind, and they all think the one of two things. Either they're oblivious to what sVo is, and aren't a wrestling fan, or their biting their lips, and hoping to see something go down first hand.

I look at my title belt, still shiny and new, and think about what I went through to get it. And the things I have done to maintain possession of it. I've had my ankle broken, stretched, and twisted. I've been put in so many holds, but at the same time I've found more and more ways to escape those holds. And with each attack, I've come out of them more determined then the previous attack to maintain possession of the belt. More determined to get to that 58th day and break Amos' record reign. More determined to prove that I am the greatest to hold the belt till this point.

I look at the clock on my cell phone, at see that it's 11:30. The meet and greet that Matt Anderson had alluded to earlier is scheduled for noon, so I decide to take some of the time to call home and get a report on Mom's condition as I make my way down to the arena.

After a few rings, I hear the familiar voice of Will Schorg, "Hey kid, how are you holding up?" he asks.

"Hey Will. I'm doing fine. Hows Mom doing?" I ask.

"She's better. She's up and moving about again." he Will tells me.

"Really? When did that happen?" I ask surprised. When I had visited home last week, she looked like she could barely stay awake.

"Not too long after you left. She's been eating better too. I think whatever it was that was bugging her might be over." Will says as I pick up my title belt, and start to make my way to the meet and greet.

As I close the door to my suite behind me, I see my trusty sVo official escort waiting for me. Brett Lukas once again, this time pulling a day shift. I'm surprised to see him, but pay it no real mind, focusing instead on my conversation with Will. "That's awesome. Is there any chance that she might be able to call me?"

"Not yet. She's still in the hospital, and not 100%...but she's much better than she was. Don't worry, when she's able too I'll have her call you. You just work on getting ready for the weekend." Will says before we say our goodbyes.

As I close the phone, Brett and I are going down the elevator towards the lobby of the hotel. I look at Brett, "It was Will."

"I figured. Hows things back in New York?" Brett ask as the elevator dings, and we both walk off.

"Better than they were last week. At least according to Will." I tell him as we make our way through the casino towards the arena.

We get the arena box office slightly early, about 10 minutes before the scheduled appearance. There are a few people waiting when we walk in, getting a nice ovation. I don't mind starting these things a little early. Things go fairly smoothly throughout the event. The people ask me questions, and ask for my autograph. I take pictures, and do my best to sell tickets for UnSanctioned and SHOWDOWN!.

After about an hour or so, the last group of people come through the line. It's a family, a father, a mother, and two daughters who couldn't be much older than 12 and 9 years old respectively. Both of the girls are wearing the new light blue Tap-Out shirts, the same one that drove Bobby Dean to make his challenge two weeks ago. The father walks up to the table as both girls cling to their mother's hands.

"Hi Ms. Pettis. When we saw online that you were doing this signing today, we had to bring our girls, they're such huge fans of yours." he says pointing to his daughters.

"Thanks, I appreciate that." I say with a smile, waving to the kids. They just cower a little more.

Their father laughs, "Sorry, they're just a little shy." he says, waving for both of them to walk up to the table. The older girl is the first to step up, and the younger one, "It's okay girls."

As the girls step up, I lean over the table to say hello. I ask the girls their names, and they both continue to look down at the ground, and mumble. The father apologizes, and tells me their names are Katie, and Ashley. I sign their shirts for them, and they both seem to come out of their shells a little. Finally their mother asks if I'd be willing to take a picture with both of them, which I of course oblige.

As I walk around the table, my Tap-Out Title belt in my hands, and knee down with the two girls. I let each one hold one end of the strap, and smile with them looking towards their mother with the camera. Then I hear a buzzing noise coming from behind me....

,,,suddenly I'm on the ground in a daze, with two sharp points of pain in my back. I hear both girls crying, and some shouting, but I'm too hazy to figure out who is talking or what is being said. I try to lift myself up from the tile floor, and I hear another buzz again, followed by another sharp pain shoot through me, this time from the back of my neck. I'm on the ground again, completely disoriented.

"I used to wrestle in college, and I want your belt Sara." I hear a voice say in my ear as I can feel the hands of whoever said it lock behind my head with my shoulders locked in their arms. Someone has me locked in a full nelson. But I'm still trying to shake off what ever it was that shot up my back.

"Jesus Christ! Get the hell off her!" this voice I recognize. It's Brett, and I can feel who ever has the hold locked on me struggling to keep it locked.

More shouting comes from somewhere. A woman's voice, telling someone named Brad to let go. The crying to the two girls intensifying as more and more figures seem to approach. Everything is still a blur as I feel the hold being broken, and I'm being lifted to my feet by someone.

I stumble forward a couple steps on my own, my legs shaking, and about buckling as I do, but I'm caught by someone. The blurs and shadows begin to take shape again as I start to regain my wits. I look to either side of me. A Goodfellas Security Officer is holding on to my arm on one side, Brett is supporting me on the other.

"I'm okay guys. I'm okay." I repeat about five times as the last of the fog lifts.

Brett and Security Man each let go of me, and allow me to stand on my own. I rub my head, I've got a splitting headache now. I turn around, and see a group of security wrestling with someone on the ground. I can't tell who it is. I see Katie and Ashley, again clutched to their mother, who is screaming at the pile of men, both crying with bright red faces.

"What the hell just happened?" I ask Brett.

"Sara, you just got tased by that guy." Brett says.

"Tased?" I say, confused.

"As in, he shocked you with a stun gun. Then put you in a full nelson. He was after the Tap-Out Title."

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I sit in a office in the box office of the arena, a towel wrapped around my neck. An EMT checking me out with Brett and a couple security offices in the room with us. The EMT remarks about the four electrical burns on my back and neck, but says I'm otherwise fine. I look down at my hands trembling as he says this.

"Why can't I stop shaking?" I ask after he says this.

He says its probably my nerves, but otherwise I check out fine. He leaves the room, leaving just me, Brett, and the security officer.

"Okay, tell me exactly what happened, and whats happening now?" I say to both of them.

"Well, I was right there with you Sara. He was the last guy in line for an autograph. Him and his daughters. He asked if you could take a picture with them, while the mother operated the camera. You posed with the girls for the picture and..."

"He shocked me." I say finishing the sentence.

Brett nods, "After that, it was a bit of a free for all. I know he shocked you again, and then locked in the hold. We got him off though."

I look down at the floor, my Tap-Out Title is laying at my feet, "So whats happening?"

"Security is holding the guy until the police get here. Sara, the belt is 24/7, but random people can't just attack you for it. We can't have fans getting hurt, or hurting you because of it. At least if its another wrestler, they're liable. If something had gone wrong, it would've been a mess for sVo."

I pick the title up off the office floor, and push passed Brett out of the office. I walk out to the lobby of the arena where I see the police have arrived, and are hand-cuffing the father who had just attacked me. His wife and the two girls are being held back by security as they start to lead him out, "Wait!" I yell as they do.

The cops stop, and everyone in the room turn towards me, I walk over to the man, "What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask.

"I...I thought I was allowed." he answers looking down at the ground and not at me.

I look over at his family, and see the concerned look on each of their faces. It doesn't feel right making them suffer because of their father's ignorance, "Let him go. I don't want to press charges." I see the eyes of the family light up with my words, and the man raises his head to look at me.

"Thank you...I'm so sorry." he says smiling in response. I do my best to smile back, but I think he can see I'm still upset.

"That's well and good Ms. Pettis. But the owners of the arena still want to press charges. So even if you don't want too, we still have to take him in." one of the officers says, causing the gleam of brightness to disappear from the family, and the man's face. I don't know how to respond, and just nod and walk away from him before the police take him into custody.

I reach into my pocket, and pull out my cell-phone. Dialing Sheldon Hossteder's number, "Sheldon, it's Sara...I'm sorry to do this too you, but would it be alright if we rescheduled tonight?....No it's nothing you did, I just had an incident with a fan, and I really don't feel like going out tonight...I'm sorry....I promise I'll make it up too you."
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Former sVo Tap Out Champion (80 Days)
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Sole Survivor of Organized Chaos IV

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