The scene opens in the living room of the Schorg house. Sara is asleep on the couch where she crashed after talking with her stepsister the night before. She begins to stir and notices that a blanket has been draped over her. She starts to sit up, and rubs her eyes. She looks around and sees her stepfather standing in front of the back door, looking out the pane of glass between himself and the outside. He turns around and sees that Sara has woken up.

"Good morning sleepy," he says, like a parent talking to a small child, "Didn't even make it too your bed huh?"

Sara just shakes her head no.

"Did it take that much out of you?"

"Did what take that much out of me?" Sara asks still half asleep.

"Your match."

"Oh, no, not really. Me and Jane talked for awhile when I got home. I just sorta crashed while I was talking to her."

"How do you feel?"

"A little sore. Like, I got a kink in my neck," Sara says rubbing it, "But nothing major."

"Well, don't go thinking thats the norm the day after a match. Snow must have decided to take it easy on you for your first match."

"Actually Dad, I won." Sara says, a little proud.

"Really? Well, thats too bad." Will responds.

Too bad? Too bad? What does he me 'Too bad?' Was he hoping I would lose? I see what it is. He wants me to lose, hoping that it'd make me quit wrestling! Why can't he just be supportive? Why does he have to be so against me doing what I want to do with my life?

I'm getting sick and tired of being treated like I'm just a little kid all of the time. I wonder sometimes if it'd be this way if Mom was still around. But really, I realize it would be just as bad. He's only doing it now because Mom isn't here to do it. I'm not sure if it's really him telling me not to wrestle, or Mom talking through him.

"If I ever came back to business, you realize, I might have to fight you." Will says breaking Sara's thought. "It was hard enough for me to fight your mother. I couldn't stand to think about fighting one of my own children."

Sara just looks at Will, as he continues too look outside. She isn't sure how to respond to this. Her first thought is to respond somehow, but instead she just stands up, and walks away.

I really should have said something just now. But I really don't know what to think about that. I really should have thought about the fact that Will would come out of retirement at some point. Lord knows the man can't stay away from the ring. But still. That doesn't mean I should have too give up my dreams because of him. I don't fear him.

Right now, I really just need to focus on my match against Kamikaze. All that matters right now is this match. I called him a legend because I remember watching his matches when I was younger, and being amazed by them. Watching the sheer brutality of them at times, and just enjoying them. I remember a match he had once against Firewolf, I'm can't quite remember what company it was with though, and just watching the two of them beat the hell out of each other. I would be lying if I said that was what made me want to become a wrestler when I grew up, but it didn't convince me to do something else. Maybe Kamikaze doesn't think himself to be a legend, maybe he wasn't to anyone else, but when I saw him through my younger eyes, he definitely had something more to him then just another wrestler.

I love the fact that he just wants to entertain. Hell, I just want to be here. I just want to do what my family before me did. I'd do it for a packed arena, or a near empty gymnasium. My goals are just to have enough of a run to be remembered in wrestling fan's mind as more then just Ice and Amp's bastard daughter. This is a awesome step towards that goal. I just hope my first Hardcore match goes well, for both of us. I don't care if I get hurt, let Will worry about that. I just want this match to look good ten years down the road when they're compiling a greatest matches DVD of my career.

Once again we're in the Schorg household. This time we see Sara coming down the stairs right inside the front door, with her equipment bag over her shoulder and dragging a suitcase behind her. At the bottom of the stairs, Will is waiting for her. He looks at her as she comes down, and sighs.

"You're already going back on the road?"

"Yea. Uncle Nate is going to give me some 'Hardcore' pointers once I get too San Antonio before the show starts, so I want to get there as early as possible." Sara responds looking at her step-father.

Will doesn't say anything, or look at her for that matter. Sara just kinda smiles, leans over and pecks Will on the cheek like she did when she was little.

"Bye daddy, I love you." She says trying to get a reaction out of him.

Will doesn't even react, standing like a stone. Sara gets a disappointed look on her face, realizing that he isn't going to say anything to her. She opens the front door and starts to walk out.

"You realize that what you're doing is probably killing your mother?"

"How is that possible? She's already dead." Sara responds shutting the door behind her, leaving her step father shocked.