[Christian Underwood]

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[Sam Marlowe]

 After teasingly pinching Ben Jordan’s cheek, Sam Marlowe rushed through her post match clean up then rushed out of the venue and headed towards her car.  Tossing her bag in the back of the beat up camaro, she slides behind the wheel and guns the engine to head out into the night for the drive to Reno.  

Looking into the darkness of the night, she slows and gets off the road.  Pulling her bag into her lap, she digs around and pulls out her phone and then slaps it into the holder that is stuck to the windshield and focuses it on her in the driver’s seat.  After pressing the record button she once more pulls out onto the highway and begins to speak.

“You know what, tonight was a pretty good night for yours truly,” she begins as she peers into the dark.  â€œI was able to beat back a challenge from Mercedes and kept my belt but you have to realize that in two weeks I will be defending this title against Cadence Carter and everyone has already said that this is going to be a defense like no other.”

Sam takes a swipe at her nose and eyes before reaching down and pulling a cup of some kind of liquid up to her lips.  Sipping at the drink, she sets it down again before once more addressing the camera.

“I could sit here and toot my own horn,” she begins while a smile breaks over her face and she slightly depresses the horn of the car to emit a short honk.  â€œbut that wouldn’t’ be me because I am the nicest person on the roster here in SCW.  So let me just set the stage for this match at Violent Conduct.  I am defending the Bombshell Roulette title again Cadence like I said and from what I have seen of her, she is a pretty good wrestler.  Well of course she is, SCW doesn’t hire people that can’t perform.”  Sam gives the camera a side eyed look as if breaking the fourth wall before once more paying attention to the highway.

“And believe me I have watched Cadence lately only to see her win her matches when push comes to shove or lose by the slightest of margins.  Now my Daddy says that every dog will have its day and every one of them will have the sun shine on their rear ends at least once but Violent Conduct ain’t gonna be the night that Cadence Carter will be able to shine brighter than me,” Sam offers to the camera.  â€œI kinda like the streak I am on right now, it is giving me back all the confidence that I had lost with my losing streak a while back.  Only now that I am holding the Bombshell Roulette title, there is a little bit more giddyup and go when it comes to Sam Marlowe and defending her title.”

Reaching down again, the redhead pulls her cup up to drink from it only to have the last dregs of the drink dribble into her mouth.  Pulling the cup away with a sigh of disappointment, she stuffs the cup into the cup holder with a couple of muttered words that aren’t caught by the microphone of her phone.  Looking up at the device, she can’t help but chuckle to herself, laughter tinging the comments.  

“I really have to say that tonight was something that I needed for my confidence walking into the supercard.  A win, a successful title defense to walk into Violent Conduct just made me that much more confident for when I face Cadence.  Because she is stepping into the ring with one hell of a shot at a title that is very much a surprise with each spin of the wheel.  Which then begs the question, does she have what it takes to adapt to the unpredictable nature of the Roulette title,” ponders Sam.  â€œDoes she have it in her to be prepared for whatever match that wheel decides for us.  Will she be able to step in the ring and face me in a TLC match like I had tonight?  Is she willing to get naked if that wheel lands on a bra and pantie match?  See that is the nature of the wheel…it is totally random and you have to be prepared for any little thing.”

With that comment, she looks up to see the flashing light blinking indicating a low battery.  Growling slightly, she reaches up to the phone about to press stop when she directs one last comment towards the camera.

“Y’all want to know what I think about the upcoming supercard and the Bombshell Roulette title match?” asks Sam with a smile.  â€œI think that it is going to set the bar for the rest of the title matches that night and between Cadence and I, the two of us are going to blow the roof off the place.  And Cadence, right now I want to wish you luck because believe you me, the mood I am in right now, you are gonna need it.”

Sam then pushes the button on the phone to stop the recording.  Looking out into the night, she spies the highway sign directing her towards Reno as she takes the off ramp and disappears from sight.

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Hours later, the battered green chevy is resting in the parking lot of the hospital in Reno with a redhead leaned against the window fast asleep.  Not even the noises of the construction crew nearby are waking her.  Suddenly a person approaches the car and taps on the window which makes Sam Marlowe jump and then bring her right hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“Y’all shouldn’t do that to a person,” mutters the redhead in a sleepy southern accent that sounds like soft velvet.  The person outside of the car knocks again and Sam looks up into the face of Keith’s mother who offers Sam a small smile.

“You here to see Keithie?” she asks.

“Of course, I promised him that I would visit after last night and show him that I am still the champ,” replies Sam as she scrambles to find her bag and pull it close.  Struggling to open it as she yawns once, she reaches inside to pull the strap out to display the title.  

“Keith is going to be so happy that you kept the belt,” offers the mother as she waits while Sam opens the door and slides out with the belt and her keys.  Slamming the car door shut, she moves towards Keith’s mother while pointing over her shoulder with the keys to hit the lock button a soft chime indictates that the car is locked.  Sam and Keith’s mother head towards the hospital and inside.  

Coming out of the elevator, Sam spies Keith in a wheelchair watching for something or rather someone to appear off the elevator.  Seeing Sam, he crows with delight as he fights to reach the wheel of the chair to bring him towards his favorite wrestler.  Sam rushes towards him to prevent him wasting any energy.

“Hey Keithie, kept my promise and the title,” Sam offers as she drapes the belt over his lap.  Letting go of the wheel, Keith puts both hands on the belt and half hugs it into his midsection.  

“I knew you would Sam,” says Keith with all the conviction of a boy who knows the truth.  â€œI betted Daddy that you would and I won a piece of cake for it.  But there were a couple of times I thought you might…” Keith stops for a moment, looking around as if the confession he was about to make would be overheard by everyone.  â€œI mean I thought that Mercedes was going to make you hurt and lose.”

Sam shrugs a bit before smiling at her young fan.  â€œHow could I let her win when I promised you that I would be bringing the title back to Reno to prove that when I say that I am going to win the title for you, I WIN it.  With you in my corner buddy, there ain’t any title I can’t defend.  So now you gotta be ready to cheer me on at the supercard.  Big title defense there and I am going to need all the good thoughts you can send me.”

“Yeah, gonna cheer for you as loud as I can!” vows the little boy still clutching the belt as Sam stands and moves behind the wheelchair and begins to push him down the hall.  â€œOf course though, the nurses telled me that I yelled too loud last night so they might make me yell not so loud when you wrestle again.”  These final words come out a bit breathlessly as Keith slumps somewhat in the chair as the pair of them walk down the hall towards Keith’s room, disappearing around the corner still talking softly.  

[GUY]

 

● ROULETTE IS THE GAME ●

Today was the day, Cadence had just finished tossing her suitcase into the backseat of her car. She had herself roughly a four hour drive to Las Vegas, Nevada. The place that she would be staying for the next week. For good reason though. After all this Sunday would be Sin City Wrestling’s Violent Conduct IV. One of the last major events of the summer for the company. To which Cadence found herself having a big role on the show. Matter of fact it didn’t get much bigger than being in a championship match. Needless to say she was pretty excited. Not to mention for the next week she was going to get the chance to engage with the fans of SCW. Considering she was taking part in all kinds of Meet and Greets, Radio Shows, TV Shows, and autograph signings. It would be a pretty packed week but she was ready for every last bit of it.

With her car all packed up, Cadence reached into the back pocket of her jeans and proceeded to pull out her iPhone. Unlocking the screen and tapping the app that contained her camera. As soon as the camera opened up, she tapped her thumb against the recording button and held the camera up in the air getting herself in the shot. That bright smile of hers crossing her dark lipstick covered lips. That free hand of hers, she waved to the cameras for a brief moment before speaking up.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“Allow me to begin today’s vlog by speaking the truth. I know there are a lot of people out there right now that have had quite a few things to say about me in the last couple of weeks. Most of which is stemming from the fact I was granted a SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship match against Samantha Marlow at Violent Conduct four.”

Simply mentioning that match gave her a small chill up her spine. Course it was in a good way. For she never thought in a million years that so soon into working for SCW that she would be featured in any kind of championship match.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“From what I’ve gathered the people that have had mostly negative things to say. Have this mindset for whatever reason that I was just give a championship match. Hearing people say that honestly grinds my gears. For a couple of reasons, but more importantly for no other reason than the simple fact. I know for a fact I haven’t been GIVEN a championship match. I have been one to take hand outs. I’ve never been one to take something that wasn’t earned. As much as some of these people have some kind of specific mindset about me. They couldn’t be anymore wrong. I work hard, I work really hard to obtain success.”

Looking right into the cameras with those beautiful round eyes of hers. Seemingly sounded as if she was trying to convince those people that always had something negative to say about her. Though that was going to be much easier said than done. Something that she was more than aware of.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“It bugs me that people don’t see the amount of hard work and dedication that I put in. Trust me, I know that most professional wrestling fans are very much stuck on a specific mindset. One that basically says that if you didn’t grow up loving professional wrestling then you’ve got no place in the business. That’s kind of foolish to have that mindset, especially if someone is working hard and doing everything they can to better themselves. Yes, I get it. I didn’t grow up a professional wrestling fan. I didn’t grow up watching the classic eighties era. I didn’t grow up partaking in the Attitude Era as it’s been called. Wrestling just wasn’t something that was a passion of mine when I was a little girl, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a passion of mine now. Matter of fact if it wasn’t a passion of mine. I wouldn’t be doing this in the first place. I’m not some selfish chick that would take a spot from someone who has more passion and would be here. That’s just not who I am.”

Cadence slightly shook her head from side to side.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“But that doesn’t seem to be enough for anyone. Every week there’s at least a handful of haters telling me about how bad I suck at wrestling. Sure, I'll admit that I am not the greatest wrestler in the world. I’ve got a long time before that ever happens and even then. No one will ever be the greatest, especially when there’s always something to learn. Maybe in some cases people are right. Maybe, I shouldn’t be working for a big time wrestling company just yet. Maybe, I should have wrestled on the independent circuit a little longer. Maybe, I should have trained a little longer before stepping into the ring for a full time gig. But at the same time I took a risk on myself. I’ve barely been in the business a year. Sure like I said, I’m not the best. But I do put in the work. On my off days, I’m in the ring busting my behind. Working hard to learn something new. Working hard to find new holds and new counters. Working hard to be able to compete at the level as some of my peers. I take this business seriously. I take wrestling seriously. This is what I want in my life right now. Therefore I am going to do everything that I can to achieve it.”

She allowed herself to speak with a certain amount of confidence in herself. Cadence was going to let it be known one way or the other that no one was going to tear her down. No one was going to make her lose confidence within herself. Even if that’s what some people wanted more than anything. She wouldn’t allow it to happen.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“All of those efforts continue to be ignored. And maybe it has a lot more to do with the fact that I didn’t grow up a wrestling fan. I have a good hunch that another big part of it has everything to do with the fact that I model outside of professional wrestling. More often times than not girls that are models are given flack for entering the business. People constantly accuse them of just using the business to whore themselves out. People accuse them of using the business to put themselves in higher and better positions. People accuse them of using the business just to make a crap ton of money. Then when they’ve drained the bank and got themselves in a position for the next thing. They leave the business and never return. Honestly, I’ve seen that happened before. I could see exactly why people would accuse me of the same. But I’m a woman of my word. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Wrestling is a priority and wrestling is a focus.”

Her gaze was right on the lens of her phone. Those eyes of hers sparkling as she spoke. That was something that might upset a few people hearing her say that, but in life not everyone was going to be pleased with everything you did. Especially when people were rooting against you to not be successful.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“That being said. To all of those people that are saying that I do not deserve this championship match. That’s fine, you’re entitled to your own opinion. That’s the beauty of being an individual. We all have our own opinions and we all have our own way of thinking about things. However it seems like people within the company, the people that actually run things. They think that I am worthy of a championship match. They seem to think that I deserve one. They appear to see the hard work that I’ve been putting in. Sure, I might not be undefeated. Sure, I might have lost more matches recently than I’ve won. But it seems the office of Sin City Wrestling sees that I’m lying it all on the line every single time I am in the ring. Therefore hard work deserves to be rewarded from time to time.”

Her lips curled up into a bigger smile at that moment. Some people might have taken her words out of context and felt like she was rubbing it in the faces of people that didn’t want to see her in this position. That wasn’t the case, but instead it was the case of letting it be known that even if they didn’t see it. Someone was seeing the hard work and the dedication she was putting in.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“Samantha, I refuse to be one of those girls. You know the girl that talks down about another woman. You know the girl that heads into every match with a big head and an over inflated ego. I am not about to be one of those girls that cut you short, have negative things to say about you, and then tells you that you don’t have a chance against me as the cherry on top. Basically put I’m not going to be like every other girl on the Sin City Wrestling roster. Cause let’s face it. Most of them act the same, speak the same, and carry the same mindset. Doesn’t appear there’s a single thing about them that’s different. But guess in the long run that’s neither here nor there. Point I am trying to make here Samantha isn’t I’m not going to be them. Because at the end of the day there’s still a very-very real possibility that I am going to lose.”

For that brief moment Cadence just found herself nodding her head to the words that had just come out of her mouth. Something that was likely going to shock a lot. After all who would admit they could lose a match? Most people wouldn’t.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“There’s no point in me being dishonest and there’s no point in me having a big head about anything. Yes, I earned my shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. But at the same time facts speak for themselves. First of all competing for the Bombshell Roulette Championship is always a challenge. You never know what type of match you’re going to be competing in. Therefore it’s harder than heck to prepare. Sure, you can do the basics. You can study film of opponents. You can bust your butt in the ring, but the truth of the matter is you won’t know what you’re truly up against until the night the championship match takes place. That’s putting me at a disadvantage. I’ve never been in that position before, but you have. As a matter of fact you’ve been in that position a couple of different times. You were in that position on July Ninth when you defeated Jessie Salco to become champion. You rose to the occasion to become champion. Since then you’ve rose to occasion to retain the championship. For nearly two months you’ve been a fighting and defending champion. You’ve got this whole element of surprise on lock. You continue to thrive, you continue to be successful, and you’ve got that over me. Again that puts me at a disadvantage.”

Her hand ran through her blonde locks with the wind slightly blowing it in her face. People had to give Cadence a little bit of credit. At least she was smart enough and respectful enough to realize the disadvantage she was in. Not just that, but she was giving the champion the proper respect that she deserved.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“Not just that though Samantha. I can admit that you are a woman that has been in this business way longer than I have. You’re a woman that’s been part of the Sin City Wrestling roster longer than I have been. You’ve competed against the vast majority of the Sin City Wrestling women’s locker room. Sometimes you failed, many times you succeeded. But because you’ve competed against most of them. Because you’ve had match after match under your belt. That puts you in a different category and it once again gives you the advantage over me. I know that I am going into this match against a veteran in some cases. Certainly a veteran compared to me. There’s very much a good chance that you’re going to outwrestle me every chance you get. There’s a chance you’re going to know things that are going to catch me off guard. There’s a very good chance you could keep me on my heels all night long, but that’s also a challenge I like. I want to thrive in those situations. I want to prove that I belong in the SCW ring. Only way I can do that and the only way that I can get better is by facing people like you. I’ve got all the respect in the world for you, Samantha. I certainly hope it’s mutual, but even if it isn’t. I’m not going to back door. No matter what happens, I’m going to fight with everything I have. Much like you’re going to the same.”

Every word that Cadence let escape those dark lipstick covered lips of hers seemed to be positive. They seemed to show confidence within herself as well as respect to her opponent. Simply put the so called future headliner was truly different than everyone else on the roster. That could be a good thing or it could be a bad thing, just kind of depended on how people looked at it. At the end of the day though one thing was for sure. Cadence would stick to who she was.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“The moment Sunday rolls around. I know that this is going to be the biggest challenge of my entire career. It’ll be the biggest challenge to date for sure. It may even go down as the biggest challenge ever for me. But challengers are what make people thrive. The moment we step into that ring for the champion. We could find ourselves competing in a bra and panties match. Something that would please every single male in attendance. Something that doesn’t exactly take being a wrestling genius to succeed in. Something that would also make us look weak compared to the roster. Hard to take women’s wrestlers seriously when they compete in matches like that. But then on the flip of it, we could find ourselves competing in something like a First Blood match. A match that I know I wouldn’t thrive in at all. A match that I can openly admit that I’d be afraid to compete in. Also a match that likely wouldn’t make you bat an eye, considering these are the type of things that you’re used to. But like I said just moments ago. It’s all a challenge. It’s up in the air. It’s designed to keep you on your toes. It’s designed to take you by surprise. I love everything about the Bombshell Roulette Championship and the rules that come with it. Couldn’t be more excited than I am to compete in this match against an opponent of your caliber Samantha. But as you know in the long run only one of us can win. Only one of us gets to take the championship home.”

That was simply logic. Only one of them could take home the cold, but at the same time. It could have also come off as a warning. It could have easily been Cadence’s own little way of saying that she was going to walk away with the championship. Sure she realized what she was up against, but at the same time it wasn’t going to slow her down or even stop her from attempting to hold the gold. That would be foolish, everyone no matter who it was or what championship it was for. Everyone in wrestling wanted to one day be able to call themselves a champion.

CADENCE [ the future headliner ] CARTER:
“This Sunday Night. Roulette is the game and with enough hard work. Cadence Carter could be the name as your brand spanking NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion!”

Letting that big smile of hers shine brightly one last time. Cadence let her thumb move over to the record button causing it to stop. Right away the video saved into the gallery of her phone. Soon enough she’d have it uploaded and would have people talking all over for sure. After all that’s what people did the best. They talked and talked and talked, but that wasn’t her concern. Her only concern was getting herself to Vegas and preparing to shock the entire world. Popping the driver’s side door open to her car and climbing herself inside. It was going to be a long four hour drive, but that was the grind of being a professional wrestler. To which could all turn out be worth it when Sunday rolled around.

[Sam Marlowe]

 The soft beep of a machine lulls the redhead sitting by the window slightly as she watches the small boy in the bed breathing shallowly.  Sam pulls one leg up and curls her arms around her knee as she silently mutters a soft prayer to the sky out the window.

“Please help him,” she mouths as Keith opens his eyes and calls out to Sam in a raspy breathy voice that sounds like a whisper.  Sam turns and a smile crosses her face as she lowers her leg and then stands to walk towards the bed.  

Getting to the side of Keith, she reaches down to put his hand in hers. “Hey champ, how you doin’?” she asks the young man who fights to pull himself up but falls back with the effort of barely moving.

“Sam,” begins the little boy.  â€œI’m scared that you was not going to be able to stay here with me.”  His head rolls to one side on the pillow as he sighs.

Sam shakes her head from side to side.  â€œThere weren’t anything that would prevent me from being here Keithie.  When I make a promise, I keep it.  Just like when you promise to cheer for me, you give me inspiration to keep fighting.”

Keith smiles at that and giggles which fades into a hacking cough as he tries to draw air into his lungs.  Sam immediately clutches at his hand as she reaches up and pulls the cord to summon a nurse to check on Keith who is pale blue with his effort to breathe.  

The door opens to reveal the nurse who rushes towards the bed pushing Sam out of the way making her stumble back slightly against the wall as they work on Keith.  His nurse motions for Sam to leave. Walking out into the hallway, Sam moves down the hall and into a common room where a television is playing showing Houston reeling from the effects of Harvey.  

Slumping into a chair, Sam runs her fingertips across the bridge of her nose before letting her head rest against her hand.  Suddenly a hand moves to rest on the shoulder of Sam making her look up into the face of Keith’s mother.  â€œHey Sam, Keith’s having a real bad time of it for now, but he wants you to know that he is still your besterest fan.”

Sam’s solemn face brightens a little at the shared joke.  Getting to her feet, she hugs Keith’s mother and then pulling away only slightly, she smiles.  â€œI’m going to have to get back to Vegas and check on my family in Houston.  Tell Keithie I will be calling him before my match at Violent Conduct four.”

Keith’s mom nods with a half-hearted smile.  â€œHe’ll be watching for sure.  He won’t let us forget.  And Sam, good luck and stay safe.  We all don’t want to see you get hurt or lose the title,” says Keith’s mom.  She holds out her hand and in it is a small picture that has a redheaded stick figure holding up what looks like a belt.  â€œHe drew this for you for luck.”

Sam takes the picture and looking down at it, chuckles at the image.  â€œTell Keith that I will treasure this and with a good luck charm like this, I am sure to win my match at the supercard,” vows Sam.  â€œTell Keith to stay strong.  I’ll be back soon to see him.”

Sam takes only a moment to give Keith’s mother another hug then heads out of the common room and down the hall towards the exit.  Watching as she goes, Keith’s mother is joined by the nurse who whispers something in her ear then motions towards the room as the two women moves back towards the doorway.

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A redhead can be seen walking along the strip in Vegas, her thoughts preoccupied as she paces along the famous street.  Getting to the Gold Coast Casino, Sam Marlowe pushes open the door and heads inside.  Moving towards a ring that is set up for the supercard that was fast approaching, Sam drops the large bag on the floor at ringside and then climbs into the ring after pulling a small camera out of her bag.  

Looking around, she takes in the empty room and looks like she is listening to something that only she can hear.  Suddenly, she brings up the camera and points it to the empty seats of the room and slowly spins inside of the six sided ring before turning the camera to face her and begins to speak into the lens.

“Here I am in the ring where this weekend I am going to be putting my title on the line against Cadence Carter.  Now she is someone that I haven’t really faced but just for the fact that she is in the match means that she is definitely going to be a challenge.  Heck, she might even be able to take the belt from me,” muses Sam as she gets an intent look on her face. “Now I don’t say that lightly but given what is going on in my hometown of Houston and the fact that my best fan is fighting so hard, sometimes I wonder where my head is and is it really on this match?”

Sam moves to the turnbuckle and leans into it still recording.  She sighs and then sucks in a long slow breath that she holds as she debates what to say next.

I know that being the Roulette champion of the Bombshells is something that I take so seriously but life around me has put things into perspective for me.  Take Keith for example,” begins Sam.  â€œHe is so young but he is the biggest fighter I have seen and he inspires me.  He is one of the reasons that I have the drive in that ring to do great things.  I’m doing it for him because I want to prove to him that his faith is justified.”

Sam’s eyes cloud slightly as she half miles into the camera.

“This match this week Cadence is a match that I am looking forward to.  I am anxious to face you because I have seen great things in you in that ring and I think we are going to burn down the casino when we get in this ring.  But I do have to tell you that I am coming with a purpose and that is to keep the title.”

Sam stops for a moment then shaking her head turns and sets the camera on the top turnbuckle then moves out of the ring and to the bag on the floor.  Kneeling beside it, she opens it and pulls out the Roulette title and then rolls back into the ring.  The camera continues to film Sam as she walks towards it and continues to speak.

“Cadence, I want to wish you luck at Violent Conduct.  After all you have earned the shot and I am going to give you more than you can handle when we get between these ropes.  And I want you to know that despite what you may have heard about me, I definitely want to let you know that you have my respect in that ring.  If I didn’t respect you I wouldn’t be as frightened of losing my title in this match,” offers Sam.  â€œThat’s right Cadence, I am scared of losing my title to you.  I normally wouldn’t say something like that…you know how we have to show confidence like there is no tomorrow.  But I want to be honest with you and honestly, I don’t know what is going to happen on Sunday.”

Sam takes a hard deep breath.  The look of doubt is replaced by one of resolve as Sam shoulders the belt and looks into the camera view once more.

And continuing on the honesty Cadence, I am going to tell you that I’m coming for the win.  No disrespect to you but this is something that is not going to leave this shoulder if I can help it,” vows Sam.  â€œI made a promise to a sick little boy that I am going to keep winning as long as he keeps cheering me on.  So Cadence, this match means more to me than even you know and I am afraid that means that regardless of how confident you are, I am that much more determined to keep the title.”

Sam’s smile widens slightly as she ducks her head for a second, her hand caressing the belt on her shoulder.

“Let me tell you that I am ready for what the wheel decides for this match.  I have been in this roulette division for a little while now and I am always prepared for whatever will come.  So when that wheel is spun and the match stipulation is revealed, just know that no matter what it is, I am going to fight to keep this title and if that means I have to bring your dreams tumbling to the mat to do it…”

At this point Sam stops and looks almost guilty before continuing to speak.

“Cadence, all I can say is that at Violent Conduct when we step in the ring, I am not going to take you lightly.  But when it is all over, when the bell is rung and the fans are on their feet, the only sound I am going to hear is Justin Decent calling out in the casino…the winner and STILL Roulette Champion…SAM MAR…”

The sound of a cell phone ringing catches Sam’s attention.  Looking towards the camera, she holds up a finger as she fishes the phone out of her back pocket and thumbs it to answer.

“Hey there, I was just cutting a promo for my…what’s wrong?” asks Sam as she listens to the person on the other end of the phone.  The camera watches as Sam moves away and leans against the ropes, one hand holding the phone to her ear as she lays the other on the ropes and lays her head against it.  Her hand can be seen to pull the phone away from her ear and she thumbs it off before tossing it to the side.  Turning now to face the camera, Sam’s eyes are glassy as she shakes her head and slams her hands on the top rope in frustration as she screams.  The unexpected movement on the top rope sends the recording camera to the mat and the impact of it sends the image to snow with the last sound heard a sob of heartbreak.