I wonder Bea and Bill if you realize that you are insane. I don’t mean the cuckoo crazy insane but I can’t help but think that you are the living embodiment of insanity. They do say you know that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
I do have to question what result you are looking for this time Bea? Are you thinking that you are losing relevance so you need to make some sort of statement to get it back. And in your mind, why would you think that attacking me would do that for you? Isn’t it enough that every time you think you need to involve yourself in someone’s matches, you pick me?
I have to ask Bea, are you a glutton for punishment or are you insane in thinking that if you attack me you will get a different result when it comes to being in the ring with me? Like seriously, between the two of us, tell me what it is that you want to prove. Is it that you think that I will just roll over and let you walk all over me when you attack me or step into my matches and cost me opportunities? Or do you think that if you make me angry enough I will be off my game and you will finally be able to say that you got a win over me. Again, I have to remind you that as much as I have faced you in the ring and as much as you want to beat me…y’all come up short when the final bell rings.
Now don’t get me wrong, you are someone that can bring it in the ring. But you are putting yourself into a situation that for all intents and purposes is a losing one. Try as I might, I just can’t understand the ‘beat me beat me I like it’ masochistic desire to have me beat you again and again. One of these days Bea, you are going to end up making me angry and then I am not going to be responsible for what happens.
And Bill, I have to give you credit for standing up for your wife and her delusional self. And I know that even though you and I will not face one another, I do have a tag team partner that well, had his opportunity of challenging for the Mixed Tag titles taken away by your wife. And I am sure that Ben has talked all about that and about what he is going to be doing in the ring against you. I am just sorry that you were put in that position by your wife.
I have to say, I do have respect for you though. You have won titles here in SCW and that isn’t something to just brush off. So, props where props are due, this match between the two of you versus Ben and I is going to be hard hitting I am sure and when push comes to shove, it will be for the number one contendership for the Mixed Tag titles. And I apologize now but when the final bell rings, Justin Decent will be announcing that the new number one contenders will be…
Ben Jordan and Sam Marlowe.
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"Save me, Ginge!"
A loud pounding gets the attention of Sam Marlowe who is dressed in a pair of denim overalls over a Disney Stitch crop top. Sitting in front of her mirror, she is holding a makeup brush that she sets down before she moves towards her stateroom door. Her hand reaches out and turns it only to have it push her back as a whirlwind rushes in and slams it shut, their back against it.
“What is the matter Ben? You look a little worse for wear,” comments Sam taking in the ripped shirt that is hanging off the shoulders and torso of her friend. “Why are you dressed like that? Did you get into some kind of fight?”
Turning, Ben leans down and puts his eye to the peephole of the doorway as he tosses his reply over his shoulder. “You could say so. A rather friendly flock of birds decided they wanted to…ummm have you heard of Benny Hill?” he asks as he turns around again to smile at Sam. “First we were havin’ a rabbit then next I knew; the chase was on.”
Sam looks suspiciously at Ben then moves towards the door, opening it while Ben squeezes behind it for cover. Sam looks down the hallway to see the group of women looking around as if they had lost something. One woman sees Sam in the hallway and moves toward her. “Have you seen Ben Jordan? I heard he is on this floor and I also heard that he is single so I thought I might take a chance you know…getting to know him better,” offers the woman with a waggle of her eyebrows. Sam steps back into her room and turns slightly to see Ben shaking his head and mouthing the word no.
“So sorry,” she offers with a shrug of her shoulders. “I’m just his tag partner and I was supposed to meet him down by the ring build that is going on. Have you checked that area out?” she offers with a half smile as she brushes her fingers through her hair. The woman nods and says thanks as she joins the other women. The group head off on their search for Ben as Sam closes the door.
“Thanks Sam,” says Ben as he moves towards the couch in Sam’s stateroom. “So, I am here for our date night…let’s give it a bit to lose the hangers on then we can head out.” Sitting on the couch, he crosses his legs with his foot hanging on his knee.
Sam gives him a look as she sits across from him. “I know that we have tended to not match clothing when it comes to the date but don’t you think your outfit is a little revealing?” Sam muses as she fights a grin. “I mean I am pretty sure dressed like that, not too many women are going to be watching the movie.”
Ben looks down at his tattered ripped shirt and nods almost seriously as he takes it in. “Maybe you are right Sam. But I can’t change here and I don’t want to go out there…” Ben shudders at the thought. “You have to figure out how to get me to my room where I have clothes or we’ll just put up our plates here and crack on with date night here.”
“Oh no we will not Prat,” answers Sam as she moves towards the mirror once more. “I finally got everything prepared for this year’s date night and this time you are going to listen and do what I tell you…comprendez?”
Sam once more picks up the brush and swirls it in a light powdery eyeshadow then slowly drags it across the lid of her right eye, winking at herself as Ben leans back. “Getting bossy Ginge, this isn’t cricket you know. I never thought you would be telling me what to do.” Ben acts hurt which makes Sam turn suddenly in her chair.
“Don’t you even start Ben. One year you were formal and I was casual, another year you were casual and I decided to dress up. This time we are going to match even if I have to dress you myself!” exclaims Sam. “Besides, what were you going to wear huh?”
Ben shrugs slowly as if he hadn’t made any plans one way or another which only makes Sam sigh and mutter ‘Jiminy Cricket’ Gettiing to her feet, she moves to the closet and pulls out a bathrobe with the ships name on the pocket then a rather large floppy hat. “Put this on,” she says as she tosses the two items at Ben.
“I don’t think they will let us wear this to the movie Sammi,” says the Brit as he looks at the robe and hat. “Besides, what is with this get up?”
“You need to get back to your stateroom to change and you have some predators looking to jump you out there so it is a disguise Ben. It will allow us to get you back to your room so I can help you pick out something to wear tonight. Then I can get back here to get ready myself,” says Sam. She plucks the hat out of Ben’s hand and plops it on his head and covers the laugh that was threatening with a cough as Ben gives her a how dare you look. “Or we could let you crack on without it and take your chances out in the open…”
The look of horror that crosses Ben’s face is classic as he scrambles to put on the robe and then pulls the hat over his eyes. Sam reaches for the coiled key bracelet for her room and moves to the door. “Come on Ben, let’s get you to your stateroom.”
Ben joins her as the two of them move out of Sam’s stateroom and into the corridor. Looking both ways, the tag team moves to the elevator and then steps inside as it opens. The glass elevator looks over the deck where Ben sees his ‘entourage’ looking for him and he turns to avoid their glance. Sam watches as she sees one of the women point at the elevator. “We need to move quickly Ben. Got any of that spy skills?”
Ben winks and then grabs Sam’s hand before the elevator doors open. As the pair exits the elevator and spies the women advancing, Ben winks and brings his hand up with Sam’s eyes widening in surprise.
SNAP!
The area around the pair freezes with no motion from anyone other than Sam and Ben. “You could have done that all along? Prat!” exclaims Sam as the pair move towards Ben’s stateroom. Once there, Sam waits, her foot tapping slightly as she watches Ben open his door. He waves her inside before following her in. He stops and leans out of the room to snap his fingers once more with a wink.
Sam made her way to the closet which she opens to reveal Ben’s clothes hung there. Reaching inside, she pulls out a pair of dark pants, dark shoes and a white buttondown shirt. Turning, she holds up the outfit and motions to it. “This will work I think,” she offers before handing them to Ben. “Now that we have you sorted out, I am going to get ready. I will see you in an hour right?” Sam asks.
“An hour it is Ginge,” replies Ben with a smile. “Least this time we will match.”
Sam laughs as she makes it to the door. “Remember that snappy thing and I will hopefully see you at my door with your clothes still intact.”
“No promises Sammi,” teases Ben as Sam exits the room.
Tick tock…One hour later…
Ben Jordan stands outside of Sam Marlowe’s room, dressed in the outfit she had picked out for him. Tugging lightly at the collar of his shirt, Ben then brings his fist against the door of Sam’s room.
“You ready Sammi?” he calls out. He steps back as Sam opens the door wearing a short black dress and heels with her hair pulled back to cascade down her back in long curls. “You look ready but more for a party than a movie night. You sure we are dressed right?”
Sam nods as she steps into the corridor. “I am just glad we are on the same page clothing wise. Besides, I think that this time we are going to be able to watch the movie without worrying that you would stick out or I would. This looks normal for the two of us wouldn’t you agree.”
“I don’t know about normal Ginge…I am Ben Jordan after all,” says the Brit with another pop of his collar. Sam shakes her head and turns to walk towards the location of the movie under the stars. Ben moves to join her as the pair move down the corridor.
A young woman and a little girl are walking along the hall and pass Sam and Ben. The little girl turns to look at Ben then tugs on her mother's beach cover.
"Look mama, brown chicken brown cow" she says with a smile pointing at Ben. Sam ducks her head and giggles as Ben gives her a strange look.
"Brown chicken brown...cow?" he asks which only makes Sam laugh harder. "What is she on about?"
"I think she means bow chicka bow wow," answers Sam as she tries to catch her breath. “Gettin’ all the girls aren’t ya.”
“Wait a minute Ginge…I am not trying to get anyone,” argues Ben as he looks back to see the little girl who winks at him with a little wave and smile. He smiles back but then takes the hand of his partner and tucks into his elbow. “Now where were we?”
“On our way to see the movie,” replies Sam. “Although, don’t y’all think that maybe we should be discussing strategy for the match instead?”
“Date night tonight, then tomorrow, we talk strategy,” answers Ben as the pair walk along the corridor. “Besides, it is only the Barnharts…how strategic do we need to be?”
“I guess…” says Sam. “Oh and by the way, I heard that you talked to the techs about our entrance? Did we manage to get the song?”
Ben nods and says yep, popping the “P”.
“I loved the song you suggested but people are going to talk you know,” muses Sam.
“Let em,” returns Ben as he reaches for the elevator button. Once the car arrives at the floor, he guides Sam inside and she reaches for the button to take them to the theater under the stars. The ride is quiet for the most part until the doors open to reveal Ben’s fans. Ben again tucks the hand of Sam against his elbow and leads her out of the elevator to the sad sighs of disappointment from the fans. Sam softly chuckles as she raises her eyebrow at the Brit which he pointedly ignores.
“So what movie is playing tonight Sammi?” he asks.
“I don’t know…I didn’t really look. But I did manage to arrange for snacks and drinks,” offers Sam as she leads Ben toward a pair of loungers near the back of the theater where a table is resting between them with two drinks ready to drink.
Sitting on a lounger, Sam curls her legs under her and picks up her glass to hold it up to Ben who has settled on the opposite lounger. “Here’s to date night,” toasts Sam.
“To date night,” answers Ben as he brings the edge of his glass up to clink against Sam’s. “And to our win on Sunday and the number one contendership.”
Sam nods just as the music of the start of the movie plays. The two lean back as the opening credits of the movie cross the screen.
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Okay, I have to say it. You have finally pushed enough of my buttons for me to be a bit peeved Bea. I can’t believe you and your need to try to make yourself better than you are. And the fact that you keep spouting revisionist history and even worse, you have your husband spouting the same nonsense.
We both know Bea that y’all got into that match to cost Ben and I our shot at those titles. I don’t know what you were thinking but once you did it you blamed everyone but the one person responsible…
YOU!
I get it Bea, I must be some kind of annoyance to you for you to decide to get involved in my match. Why did you though. You talk about how you wanted to be an observer of the match and then when the opportunity came up, you took it to attack Tempest and cost us the match. I hope you are happy Bea with what you have sown. Because you are about to reap something that you have reaped before.
Let me go back shall we? You decided to hit me with burning hot coffee then lie and said that I basically threw it in my own face. And that time you managed to push me into a match that ended up with me beating you. Which was the start of every match seeing me beat you. I know that must be driving you insane because no matter how much I want to move past you, I just can’t can I? You need to keep reminding me that you are there and that when it comes to me, you keep putting yourself into my crosshairs.
Are you doing this because you know that the title shot was something that I wanted so much? Or are you doing this to take away things that I want because you are jealous that I am more in the spotlight than you are? Either way Bea, at Summer XXXTreme, it is going to be you and me in a mixed tag match where Ben will be dealing with your husband and I will be shattering your dreams once again when I beat you from stem to peter finish.
Bill I wish you would do something about your wife and her lies. They are starting to infect you and that is sad. Revisionist history is all well and good but all it is doing now is making you seem small and weak because you can’t admit that you did something. It is making you look like a chump that needs to lie to appear to be better than you are. That is fine Bill, but delusions don’t win matches and lies don’t erase the fact that your wife has put you in the position to once again lose in a match.
Here on the Princess, y’all are going to be stepping into the ring with two wrestlers who are multiple champions and when it is all over, we will be in line for another shot at the Mixed Tag titles. Whether it is Ben hitting his Crossing Jordan on Bill or me hitting the Sammisault on Bea…the Barnharts are in for a beating and will be losing on Sunday.
I would wish you luck but something tells me that your luck ran out when Bea decided to take away our shot. See you Sunday.