Sorry, But I had to rewrite the story, Hope you enjoy it more then you did, last time. I will be updating this story more.
Sara Cried, as she reads through the divorce papers. Mark wanted a divorce for her, so he could marry Michelle McCool. Sara had found out about the affair six months ago, by accidently reading one of Mark's text messages from his phone. When she had confronted him about it, he had told her that they were harmless, and that he and Michelle were only friends. Sara now knew that was a lie. When she went to check the mailbox earlier that day, she notices a big envelope inside. When she got back inside the house, she opened it, her heart skips a beat, as she realize what it was. Sara started to cry harder, a she reads the date it was filed. Mark had file for divorce a month ago, and had already signed his signature on it. Sara was slightly confused, since she last saw him two days ago, before he went back on the road. All of this was planned. She tried calling his cell phone, but it got disconnected. Sara figured that Mark changed his number, so she couldn't reach him.
The reason the divorce papers were sent to her, because the court needed her signature to make it final. Sara set the papers on the dresser, then look at her reflect in the mirror. Her eyes made a glance at a photo of her and Mark that was tap on the mirror. Her emotions got the better of her, and she start crying, much harder than last time.
Sara walks over to the bed, letting her body drops on the bed. Grabbing a pillow that was close to her, shoves her face in it. A few minutes later, her cries turn to little sobs, her eyes starts to get heavy, as she falls into a deep sleep.
"Hmm... I don't think she would fit this character, what do you think?" Dixie asks the co-founder of TNA. "I don't think so either." Jeff said, throwing the photo back on the table, with other photos of women. "Neither of these ladies would fit this character. I ask Jeremy to give me female wrestlers, not models." Jeff said, sounding very frustrated. Dixie set her elbows on the table, resting her head on her hands, thinking. Then suddenly raised a brow, and smiled. "I know who exactly can bring this character alive." "Oh! You do really?" Jeff asked sarcastically. "Oh… well tell me then, who do you have in mind?"