Two weeks later Sara walked into catering carrying a book against her chest. She sat down next to Zack with a grin, looking over to John and Randy across the table. She knew that she could have waited a bit longer, drawing out the suspense. It wasn't like the two older men had come up with any guesses as to who she was before. She didn't want to, though. She knew that they both regretted the way they had treated her in the past. So it wouldn't be fair to torture them any longer.
"What cha got there, gorgeous?" Randy smiled at her.
Sara's cheeks reddened a bit as she set the book down, facing it in Randy and John's direction. "A window into the past."
John's eyes widened, "that's the yearbook from our senior year."
"We may as well take a look back," Sara nodded, "but just a warning, it may not be pretty."
"I highly doubt that," Randy shook his head as he flipped through the book to the pages where Zack and Sara's class were pictured. He stopped at a few memories along the way, smiling at the pictures of the football team.
"Wow, looking at this is insane," John chuckled.
Just as Randy was coming close to the page that Sara was on, a stagehand walked up. "Excuse me, Mr. Cena, Mr. Orton? Miss Lee is looking for you."
"AJ?" Randy tilted his head.
The stagehand nodded with a shrug and walked off.
"Well, the boss beckons," John shrugged.
"Can we borrow your yearbook, Sar?" Randy asked with a rather seductive looking half grin.
"Yeah, no problem. I'll see you guys later." Sara managed to keep herself composed until the older two men left. Once they were out of sight, she took a deep breath, her eyes going wide.
"I think that someone is crushing back," Zack grinned, patting his friend's shoulder.
"Yeah, but... me? And what if when he finds out..." she bit her lip.
"Hey, hey..." Zack shook his head, "don't think like that, Sara. If he is into you now, and suddenly isn't anymore just because of who you were then. That just means he's not worth it."
Sara shrugged with a sigh, "I guess you're right."
"Now did you want to get anything to eat before my match tonight?" he placed his hand on her's.
She shook her head, "no, I'm good. I ate a little bit ago."
…
As much as Sara enjoyed seeing the tag team division thriving once more, there were some parts of it that very much annoyed her. One of those things being Rosa Mendez. In Sara's mind, the only thing worse than the sound of Rosa's voice was the sound of Vickie Guerrero's voice. However, it wasn't by much. By the time the match was about half over, Sara walked around to the corner of the ring near where Rosa was babbling in Spanish, rolling her eyes.
"What do you want?" Rosa asked Sara in a snarky tone.
Sara just smirked, "¿Sabes qué? Todos sabemos que los usted está probablemente haciendo los dos. (You know what? We all know that you are probably doing both of them.)" She motioned to both Primo and Epico as she spat out her insult.
Rosa blinked as both of the addressed men turned their heads toward Sara in shock. "Ah, sí? Eres una perra que no va salir de la sombra de papá. (Oh yeah? You're just a little bitch that won't get out from under daddy's shadow.)"
During the distraction, Zack was able to get the upper hand against Epico, clearly turning the match into his favor.
"Do you have any idea what those two just said, JR?" Michael Cole laughed.
"My Spanish is a little rusty, but I'm not exactly that was all PG, and I'm fairly sure that Rosa just insulted Sara's father. However, Sara did exactly what she needed to do. Epico is now isolated in the corner of Zack Ryder and Santino Marella. This match most likely won't last longer."
Just as the words left Jim Ross's mouth, Zack knocked down Epico in one corner of the ring. He called for the "Broski Boot" and tagged Santino. Zack ran to the other corner, kicking Epico in the head before exiting the ring. Santino then made his way in just as Sara tackled Rosa outside of the ring, distracting Primo. The Italian superstar pulled the Cobra sock onto his arm, posed for the strike, called out "Cobra!" and darted his fingers into Epico's neck right after he stood up. Santino pinned Epico for a three count and the bell was rang.
Zack rolled into the ring to get his hand raised with his partner, only to notice that Sara was still attacking the other woman outside of the ring. Sighing, he rolled back out of the ring, only to wrap his arms around his best friend's waist and pull her away from the obviously less qualified manager of the recently defeated opposing team. Santino got in between them as Primo and Epico helped Rosa up and retreated up the ramp. After giving her a few moments to relax, Zack set Sara back down, shaking his head. "You enjoy this, don't you?" he laughed, making sure that a camera was close by to hear them as they made their way up the ramp.
Sara shrugged, "you know how my dad was. Now what type of daughter would I be if I didn't live up to the family name?"
Soon after making their way to the locker room area, Sara looked up to see a camera on them. She smirked, looking to Zack. "Looks like I may get a match next week out of this."
Just as Zack was about to respond, Rosa ran up from behind, knocking Sara over. The smaller woman attempted to extract revenge on the more skilled athlete, but to no avail. Sara quickly got the upper hand, beating Rosa to the ground, hitting her repeatedly.
The two teams who had just competed against one another quickly pulled the women apart, just as AJ skipped by. "You're right, Sara. You do have a match next week. Against Rosa. Under the stipulation that these four," she motioned to Zack, Santino, Primo, and Epico, "are no where near the ring."
Sara shrugged as Rosa began to protest in rapid fire Spanish. AJ just ignored her and continued skipping down the hall.
"I'm game. See you next week, puta (slut)," Sara smirked as she walked down the hall.
…
Once the show was over, John and Randy finally found Zack and Sara just as they were about to leave. Randy had the yearbook in hand.
"Did you forget about us, Sar?" Randy pouted playfully as he walked up to the best friends.
Sara, who was still laughing over her segment earlier, stopped in her tracks, blinking. "Yeah... I kinda did."
"We heard you got into it with Rosa," John smirked.
Sara shrugged, "she was getting on my nerves. Daddy always taught me that if you don't like something, do something about it. So I did."
"I didn't even know that this chick knew any Spanish," Zack chuckled.
"You missed a lot of years, my friend," Sara grinned.
"Anyway, we've had time over the course of the night to completely look through the yearbook," Randy nodded, opening it to a page he had marked with one of the sheets from his script.
"Any leads," Sara tilted her head.
"Well, there is one. We just... it can't be," John stated as Randy turned the book around to show Zack and Sara the page that they had marked, which indeed had Sara on it.
"We remembered that when you were born, your dad's name was still Williams," Randy explained. "This girl's name is Sara Williams, but..."
"But what?" Sara bit her lip.
Randy closed the book. "I'm not ready to accept it." He handed the book back to Sara, readjusted the bag on his shoulder and walked out of the arena.
Sara frowned as John followed Randy out. "Guys," she turned to call them back, but they were already gone.
Zack brought his arm around Sara's shoulders. "At least they got it right?" he offered.
Sara leaned into him, clutching the book to her chest. "I don't know... there was just something about the look on Randy's face. It's almost like..." she shook her head, choosing to ignore it for the time. "Fuck if I know. Let's just go."
Okay, so we're obviously coming toward the end of the first arch. There will be at least a few more chapters after John and Randy believe and accept that she is the same girl that they bullied in high school. We'll just see where it goes and if I keep getting inspired for it.
Also, I don't actually speak Spanish. So I used .com for the translations. That means if it's not grammatically accurate, that's why.
