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United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 02/06/2016
England: 04:59am Sunday 02/07/2016

[Sam Marlowe]

 

Heading backstage after the big win in the six bombshell tag match, Sam Marlowe reaches for a towel and a bottle of water as she moves down the hallway.  With her adrenaline still racing through her body she opens the water and takes a slow sip of it.  Nearby a group of people are surrounding a monitor watching the action for the rest of the night’s show.  Sam moves to stand next to one of the techs as all the attention is focused on the monitor except for the briefest nod from the tech beside her before his attention too is drawn to the monitor.    

One of the bystanders around the monitor motions for everyone to quiet down as suddenly the feed goes to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at ringside.    

On the monitor:  

Simone:  Ladies and gentlemen, we've just been told that due to Mikah being a little busy tonight playing matchmaker, she will not be out here to announce who her opponent will be at My Bloody Valentine II.

Adams: But we have been told that in a few seconds, we will know who her opponent is thanks to the magic of someone who is great with graphics and such.

The lights in the arena drop as a graphic image flashes on the screen accompanied by the announcement...

SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
Mikah © vs Samantha "Sam" Marlowe  

The fans instantly burst in to cheers!  

Simone:  Oh... My... God!

Adams: Talk about an upgrade!  

Simone:  Sam Marlowe thought she was going to My Bloody Valentine II to compete for the Bombshell Roulette championship, but Mikah has handpicked her as her opponent for the Bombshell World championship!  

Adams: I can only imagine what's going through Sam's mind right now!  

Simone:  It will be the biggest match of her career!  

Standing there, her eyes widening in surprise, Sam can’t believe the announcement as the techs and backstage staff surround her offering their congratulations.  Jostled by everyone, Sam can only smile numbly, her hand shaking everyone elses before a pair of hands grabs her from behind and pulls her out of the crowd.    

Cyn Marlowe:   Thank you little people, Sammi is overjoyed with her title shot.  Right now she needs some me time for her and I am going to see that she gets it.  Speaking of, she is going to need all the perks of being the challenger to the Bombshell title.

Sam shakes her head and holds up her hands.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Uh no, I don’t Cyn.  Just because I am facing Mikah for the title doesn’t mean I need those perks.  Would be kind of hypocritical of me don’t you think given that I am one of the Bombshells that signed the petition?

Cyn Marlowe:   You so didn’t mean that Sammi and we both know it.  Now if you won’t accept the perks of being the challenger then why even take the match hmm?  I mean come on, if it was anyone else in the company they would be demanding the private locker room and everything that comes with it.  But you little sister, have no imagination when it comes to things like this.  But don’t you worry; I will take care of it all for you.  But right now you need to get changed and come with me.  We have some celebrating to do.  I wonder where you would find champagne in this burg.

Cyn begins to walk towards the locker rooms as she continues to talk.  Sam slows down as the rush of adrenaline begins to fade and the impact of the night’s match and her change in matches at the super card sinks in.  The redhead stops in the middle of the hallway as her hands move to rest on her cheeks before a small smile begins to curl on her lips.    

Samantha Marlowe:  The Bombshell title match at the supercard.  Lil ole me taking on the juggernaut Mikah for the title…what the hell are they thinking?

Slowly spinning as the realization comes over her the chuckle that comes from Sam turns into a muffled squeak Cyn moves forward right into the face of Sam stopping her.  

Cyn Marlowe:   Are you coming or not?  You need to get showered and dressed so we can leave before something else distracts you.

With her hands on Sam’s shoulder, Cyn pushes her towards the locker room and inside.    

Cyn Marlowe:   I am going to give you ten minutes Sammi and then I am leaving without you.  Shower and I will meet you in the parking lot.

Sam spares her sister a sidelong glance wondering just how she could outlast her sister.  Cyn busies herself looking at the suitcase of Sam for something to wear.  Finally she pulls out a pair of dark jeans and a light denim bustier and black bra.  Stopping and looking at Sam who only can smile sheepishly,  Cyn frowns and points to the shower.  Sam holds her hands up in surrender and heads towards the shower as she pulls the halter of her ring gear up and over her head to toss it towards the locker before reaching for her belt on her booty shorts.  

Cyn rests near the bench, her phone in her hands.  She listens as Sam showers for only a moment before glancing down at the phone she begins to mutter to herself.  Just as the shower cuts off, Cyn looks up to see Sam move into view as she wraps herself in a towel.  

Cyn Marlowe:   I have to go and deal with something.  You get ready and I will be back for you in about ten minutes.

Sam waves off Cyn as she rubs a towel through her hair.  Moving into the room further, she grabs at the clothes that Cyn had laid out and reaches for the knot in the towel at her chest and disappears behind the lockers…  

Moments later, Sam leaves the pandemonium of the locker room only to find Ben Jordan standing waiting.  Tapping him on the shoulder, she still has a grin plastered to her face.  The pair had run into Rocky Mountains who stopped them and started to interview Ben.  As she had, Sam appeared lost in thought, silent for the most part as she waited for Rocky to finish her interview of him, the title announcement of her facing Mikah keeping the smile on her face.  Suddenly Ben was looking at her and she begins to focus on what he is saying…  

Ben Jordan:   Right, you do your thing here, gonna have to get used to this on the spot talking when ya the champ, I'm gonna go talk to Christian. That drink still waits should no dragons appear.

Sam swallows softly as she moves closer to Rocky.  

Rocky Mountains:   That’s right Sam, you were chosen by Mikah to face her for the Bombshells title at My Bloody Valentine.  Was it something that you were expecting to happen or was it totally out of the blue?

Samantha Marlowe:  To be honest Rocky, I never expected it whatsoever.  I mean really I was more focused on the Roulette title picture and the six pack challenge but then to be handpicked by the Champion to face her in a one on one match totally raised the stakes for me.   And if I am honest, makes me wonder why she chose me to face her.  I mean look at the talent here in Sin City.  

Rocky nods as Sam sheepishly grins as her hand runs through her hair.  Pulling the microphone back towards her, Rocky prepares to ask another question.  

Rocky Mountains:   Speaking of wondering why, how do you think she chose you?  I think it might have been that you did get so far in the Going for the Gold tournament that got you noticed and now you have a shot at her title.  Do you think that Mikah might see that you are a challenge that she would have faced sooner or later?

Samantha Marlowe:  My daddy always says that every dog has the sun shine on their ass at some point.  Guess that is what is happening to me.  I am sure that eventually I would have had my shot at the title but I figured that I should have worked my way up in the company first.  You know, try the roulette title on for size.  

Rocky Mountains:   So does that mean you are thinking that Mikah chose you because you are easy to beat?

Sam pauses to think of that comment, her hand crossing over her chest and her other tapping a finger alongside her nose before she shakes her head negatively.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I would like to think that she sees me as a challenge.  But if she did do it because she thinks I am going to be easy to beat then she has another thing coming.  Just because I thought my path to the Bombshell title would be through the other titles doesn’t mean I can’t take the top title and work my way down.  After all, isn’t that what Mikah did when she joined the company?  She got a shot at the Bombshell title and took advantage of it.  Maybe history will repeat itself at My Bloody Valentine.  

Sam smiles at that comment as Rocky raises her eyebrow in wonder.  

Rocky Mountains:   Are you comparing yourself to Mikah?

Sam Marlowe shakes her head negatively and wags a finger.  Rocky wonders at that and points the microphone in Sam’s direction for a response.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I am definitely not comparing myself to Mikah.  She’s been a strong champion for the longest time.  And I think that it is going to be very difficult to step into the ring and discount that fact.  But I am also going to be very confident when I step into the ring.  She is giving me the opportunity to make a big move up in the ranks of bombshells and I am not going to let something like that pass me by.

Rocky Mountains:   That is a good attitude to have.  No fear huh?

Samantha Marlowe:  Oh there is fear Rocky, quite definitely I have a couple of fears.

Rocky gives her a doubtful look.  Sam nods in the affirmative as she is offered the microphone once more.  

Samantha Marlowe:  You see, I am afraid of letting Mikah down by not giving her enough of a challenge.  I am afraid that I will let the fans down but more importantly, I am afraid of letting myself lose the match because I was too confident or not confident enough.  This match isn’t Mikah’s to lose, it is mine to win.  And that is my intention, to win.

As Sam says that, she spies Ben who has finished talking to Christian.  With a quick glance towards the locker rooms, Sam can’t see Cyn so leans towards Rocky and pats her on the shoulder.    

Samantha Marlowe:  Thanks Rocky for letting me talk about my match.  Wish I could stay longer but if I do I may just lose out on a great night.  So we’ll talk soon.

Rocky watches as Sam moves toward Ben, can hear her mumble something about a dragon and needing to escape quickly.  The pair disappear from the hallway.  Moments later Cyn appears looking for something or rather someone and approaches Rocky.  

Cyn Marlowe:   You haven’t seen Sam have you Rocky?

Rocky looks down the hall in the direction where Ben and Sam had disappeared before turning back to a now cursing Cyn and shrugging her shoulders at the redhead.  Rolling her eyes, she leaves the redhead to her anger and disappears herself.  



Back in Vegas, Sam had spent a rather quiet night in her own bed.  The drive from Azusa was uneventful and when she got home, Sam had spent the better part of the day dealing with details for a photoshoot she was being booked for.  A friend of hers was at an art school back in Texas and had begged her to pose for this guy.  She couldn’t let her friend down could she?  Thinking back on it, maybe she should have…  

Arriving at the studio in Houston two days later, Sam is shown towards an area that is teeming with people.  The photographer is setting up in one corner, his tech checking his cameras and laptop with its running software and the make-up, hair and styling crew were all jabbering away in a funny mix of Spanglish.  Walking forward, she coughs softly to get someone’s attention.  When that doesn’t work, she calls out to the photographer.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I’m looking for someone named Jake Mayer.

All action stops for a millisecond as the photographer looks up at the interruption, the anger on his face fading quickly to a false smile of welcome.  

Jake Mayer:   I’m Jake and you must be Sammi.  Weird name for a model don’t you think?  All Dynasty and shit…I am going to call you Samantha.

Hearing a reference for such an old show from such a young man only provokes a giggle from Sam who shakes her head not wanting to tell him that was the inspiration for her name.  Walking to her, he reaches up and taking her chin in his hand, he gently moves her head back and forth, seeing how the light reflects on her.  

Jake Mayer:   Looks good…I think I want to go stark with this one.  Black and white..red for just a hint of colour.  Why don’t you go and get ready for me.  Pretty yourself up while I get my gear all set up.

Sam nods as she is joined by a stylist who leads her towards the make-up table.  Once there, she is handed a hanger with small scraps of material on them that just causes a raised eyebrow.  Shaking her head, she moves towards what looks like a small beach cabana.  Moments later, Sam walks out dressed in lingerie with a black shirt with bedazzled lips on it only to be handed a pair of high heels.  

Samantha Marlowe:  You have to be kidding me…

From the other side of the room, Jake Mayer can be heard to loudly complain at the passage of time and how it is affecting his artistic direction.  Sam is motioned to sit in the chair as the stylist goes to work, his big barreled curling iron in hand as he approaches the redhead from behind as the make-up artist steps up to Sam with his brushes and a foundation stick.  Both men work furiously to get Sam ready for the shoot while the photographer fusses with his set of black velvet draped artfully over a backdrop.  Once they are finished, Sam gets to her feet to slightly wobble on the tall heels.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I guess I am ready.  Thanks guys.

She moves towards the photographer, her steps slow in the spiked heels, the barely there lingerie rippling with each step.  Once beside the photographer, she looks over his shoulder to see pink and red rose petals littered across the black velvet.  Without looking at Sam, Mayer begins to describe his vision.  

Jake Mayer:   First I see you…sultry with a come hither look like you are some kind of sex goddess…

Sam’s eyes roll at that comment.  As Jake waves her towards the backdrop, she poses with nothing, her body lit artfully.  Mayer puts a filtered light on her lending a slight blur of a light aura around her.  Mayer grabs his camera and begins to talk as he starts to snap pictures.  

Jake Mayer:   Give me a side pose, contemplating just what kind of sexy you want to bring to your man…

Sam thinks for a moment then puts one hand by her ear, hidden from the camera as her head tilts downwards, eyes barely open.  Her other hand snakes across her bared midriff as if holding in her secret desires.  Mayer snaps away, the whir of the camera barely heard over the slight rumble of voices of the crew and Mayer’s called out directions.  

Jake Mayer:   Beautiful Samantha, just beautiful.  Now turn towards me and flirt with the camera…entice me…

Sam thinks about that then smiling slightly, she brings her hand to the waistband of the shirt, tangling them in the material and begins to slowly raise it to reveal more of her midriff as she lets her eyes narrow and her lips purse into a pouty demand to be kissed.  With her hair framing the look, the camera catches her soft enticement with each click as Sam moves slowly from pose to pose.    

Jake Mayer:   That is it…let’s move on with a change.  Samantha darlin’ toddle off and change and I will begin to edit while I wait for you.  If you hurry, I will let you see the images before we continue on.

Samantha Marlowe:  Okay, will be right back.

The redhead moves towards the changing area where an assistant is holding another hanger with even less material on it.  Grumbling slightly, Sam takes it into the cabana and changes.  Stepping out of the cloth enclosure, she is met with a low wolf whistle as the crew takes in the look of Sam.  Dressed in a pair of black hotpants that leave little to the imagination with a flirty red skirt of lace to draw attention to the waist and a bra of matching red satin with black and pink lace trim, Sam moves to the hair and make-up station where the stylist holds a sleeping mask out to put on the head of the redhead.  Once he does, his hands move to fix the curls around it and set it properly for the shot.  The make-up artist rubs the dark pink lips he had painted away then fills her lips with a soft pink liner covered with a nude gloss to bring out just a slight shine to her pout.  

Jake Mayer:   Samantha darlin’!  I’ve got the pictures that I want.   Come see darlin’ and then we will get back to work.

Sam approaches the photographer and peers over his shoulder to see the images he has side by side.  Slapping him on the shoulder with a smile, Sam can’t believe the bombshell in the images.  

Samantha Marlowe:  That is amazing!

Jake Mayer:   Of course it is Samantha, I took the pictures.  Now what I see for this set of photos is you resting on this bed of velvet and rose petals.  I want you to give me sex kitten.  Can you do that?

Samantha Marlowe:  I think so.

Sam walks onto the velvet, sliding off one shoe only to be stopped by the photographer who tells her that he wants her to keep on the footwear.  Shrugging at the direction, Sam nkeels then lays out on her stomach.  Tucking one hand into her hair as it is being draped over her shoulder, she lets her other arm rest in front of her chest that is half hidden by red hair.  

Jake Mayer:   Okay Samantha, we want sex kitten.  Bring your legs up to cross and smile.  Look like you are a kitten that just ate the cream.

Sam smiles a friendly smile which is poo pooed by Mayer who shakes his head.  

Jake Mayer:   Samantha, that is not a sexy smirk that I am looking for.  Can you try something like this…

Mayer shows her what he wants by sexy smirk.  Sam tries to copy it as Mayer looks through the viewfinder and begins to snap the camera while he encourages her to be more smirky.  Suddenly he shouts out from behind the camera.  

Jake Mayer:   THAT’S IT…Hold it right like that!

He moves closer and clicks the camera more, the flashes catching Sam in the eyes, blinding her.  At his direction, Sam rolls to the side as Mayer moves around her forcing her to look back as her hair is draping away from her shoulder revealing her chest and a large heart pendant.  Once that shot is gotten, Mayer reaches into a box nearby for a prop that he pulls out and waves in front of Sam.  

Jake Mayer:   Now hold this little monkey Samantha.  Isn’t he a cutie?

He tosses the monkey with a heart to Sam who catches him then positions him in her hand to look into the camera.  With her hands more forward, the curve of one breast is revealed again as well as the large heart pendant around her neck which is now framed by the red curls.  Mayer snaps that image then directs Sam to sit up.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Are we almost done here?  I have some things to get done and when we talked this was only going to be a few hours and already I have been here four of them.

Jake Mayer:   If you want to rush art then by all means we are done.  But if you want to get this done right, you have to put in the time.  

As he admonishes her, he reaches into the prop box once more to retrieve a couple more little stuffies for her to hold.  Moving to Sam as his assistant puts new film into the camera, he poses her with the stuffies then pulls back holding a director’s lens to test the shot.  

Jake Mayer:   Don’t move darlin’ as this is EXACTLY what I want.

Sam freezes in place as Mayer holds his hand out for his camera then snaps the bombshell.  Not two minutes of frames taken later, Mayer holds out the camera to his assistant and moves towards Sam once more, his arms open wide.  

Jake Mayer:   We are spent and done, thank you Samantha darlin’ for posing for me.  While you change, I will work on these and then you may see the final proofs before you go.

Hugging Sam, he pushes her towards the cabana as he moves to the tech area and sits himself down to mumble as he manipulates the software.  Getting back to her feet, teetering again slightly, Sam walks to the cabana to change.  Dressed once again in her street clothes, Sam steps over to the tech area and looks at the pictures.  The proofs are arranged out in a large pile that Mayer clicks through for Sam.  At the end, he turns looking for approval from Sam who pats him on the shoulder.    

Samantha Marlowe:  Those look great…can you send me a couple of them?  My email address is…

Sam and Mayer begin to speak low as she gives him her details.  Once they are done, Sam straightens then is given a hug by the photographer before heading towards the door.  Before leaving, she turns and gives the group of people in the room a friendly wave then slams her way out of the building, a soft whistle escaping her as she does.  



Sam Marlowe is seen standing in the middle of a gym that is rather run down and quiet.  Dust motes float in the sunlight filtering from a dingy window as she looks around the room, a smile on her face.  Dressed in a pair of dark tights and a tee that is knotted at the small of her back, She moves towards the ropes and rests against them to call out.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Are you ready yet?  I know that you offered to help me but I didn’t expect you to be here on your own Pussy.

To the side, Pussy Willow can be seen fiddling with a camera, her blonde hair pulled up in a messy ponytail that gently brushes across her shoulder with each shake of her head.  

Pussy Willow:   Gimme a minute to set this shot up.  And by the way Sam, what are we doing here?  I mean you have the toughest match of your life coming up.  Don’t you think a bigger gym with people to work out with would be better for you, maybe doing some sparring with someone that can fight back like Mikah will at the supercard.

Sam smiles again slowly as she leans deeper onto the ropes, the sag of them dangerously close to letting go.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I have plans for that Pussy but this isn’t going to be a training session to prepare for the match, this is going to be me talking to Mikah and telling her where my head is at after the fact that she chose to face me in this match at My Bloody Valentine.

Pussy Willow:   You are going to give up your strategy?  Sam I don’t think that’s really not a good idea because Mikah is going to use it against you for sure.

A laugh escapes the redhead as she straightens up and begins to pace inside the ring.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Don’t worry Pussy, I am not going to give up my strategy for the match.  I just want to talk to Mikah about the match that is all.

Sam rolls her neck as Pussy makes the final adjustments on her camera then gives Sam a thumbs up as she starts to record her.  Inside the ring, Sam stops and faces the camera as she again leans on the ropes.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I guess I wanted to talk to you Mikah and say thank you.  I bet you weren’t expecting that or maybe you were.  Maybe you think that by giving me the title shot at My Bloody Valentine you are giving one of the little people a little bit of the spotlight that you seem to own.  So thank you.

Sam looks to the side of the ring and then back into the camera.  

Samantha Marlowe:  With that being said Mikah, I am sure you are ready to rip me a new one.  And that is something you are good at, tearing down your opponents.  And I know what you will probably talk about when talking about me.  You will say that Sam is someone that chokes when it comes to the big matches in Sin City.  You will also probably try to say how I haven’t really proven myself and that you are just giving me a charity match so I would stop whining about wins and losses.

Sam stops for a moment as she brushes a hand through her hair, pulling the curls back into a cascade that falls down her back.  Sighing slowly, the redhead lets a smile cross her face.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I really don’t care why you gave me the match Mikah.  I just know that you decided to give me the opportunity to face you for the Bombshell title.  And maybe I might take a play out of your game book and use that opportunity to take the Bombshell title away from someone that had proven they were a strong competitor.

Chuckling, Sam rubs her hand over her lip to cover the sound of it.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Now wouldn’t that just be ironic.  You picking me to face you for the title as a throw away match for yourself only to have me beat you in the match and take your title.  But I am sure that isn’t something you are worrying about Mikah.  You have dominated the bombshells for so long you are probably figuring that you will just continue to dominate.

With a shrug of her shoulders, Sam turns away from the camera and walks to the middle of the ring.  Pussy comes closer to the ring and begins to film upwards at Sam who turns once more, her arms spread wide as she smiles.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I am going to make this my playground when we are facing each other Mikah.  I am not going to worry about how you dominate.  I am not going to worry about the past and how the matches leading up to this match have panned out.  This is going to be my debut at the top of the Bombshell’s division and when I get into that ring it is my future I am fighting for.  This is going to be maybe my finest moment since I signed with Sin City Wrestling.  

Sucking in a slow breath that she releases just as slowly, Sam lets her eyes drift closed as if visualizing just what will be happening in the ring at the supercard.  Around her, dust motes continue to filter through the air giving her a sunkissed glow of an aura.  Pussy smiles to herself to see what this looks like through the viewfinder.  

Pussy Willow:   Wait for a moment Sam...let that comment sink in.  This will be your finest moment since signing with the company.  You are challenging for the Bombshell title.

Samantha Marlowe:  You know what Pussy, you are right.  I am challenging for the Bombshell title and I am facing Mikah who chose ME out of all of the bombshells as her challenger.  And when I get in that ring I am going to make her realize that I am the biggest danger to her because I have everything to win and nothing to lose or regret.  I hope she is prepared for that.

Pussy nods with a grin as she finalizes the camera for that last shot of Sam who again moves to the ropes where she is up close and personal with the object of her talking.  Sam offers the camera a grin as she leans closer, almost as if taking the camera into her confidence.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I am going to be looking forward to this match Mikah.  I am going to be the one that will enjoy every second of it.  And when the time comes and I take your title, will you be able to show just how much of a real champion you are and be happy for me as I start my title reign.  Or will you just go the way you have always done when you have lost and cry foul?

Leaving that question hanging in the air, Sam pulls back and gives a serious look into the camera just before Pussy hits stop to end the recording.  As she does, Sam drops to the mat then rolls out of the ring.  Leaning on the ring apron, Sam motions for the camera wanting to see how it looks.  Pussy pushes play and the two of them watch the video.    

Pussy Willow:   I can’t believe how good you have gotten when cutting a promo.  I remember when you were this newbie that was all about respect but doubting herself.  Now you are still about respect but there is no quit or doubt in yourself anymore huh?

Sam looks down sheepishly as a blush crosses her cheeks at the compliment.  

Samantha Marlowe:  You know Pussy, I used to be so unsure of what I was doing and where I was going in the company.  I was the new girl with a rather horrible win loss record but now I am not afraid of it or of who I am facing anymore.  I have enough wins under my belt to stand toe to toe with any Bombshell here in Sin City Wrestling and at My Bloody Valentine I will have something to prove to our champion as well as all the other bombshells in the company.  

Pussy Willow:   And what is that?

Samantha Marlowe:  That I am a threat everytime I am in the ring and if they take me lightly like I suspect that Mikah will be doing, then I am going to take the win and if they are wearing a title, I am going to take that too.

At that comment, Pussy holds up a hand for a high five which Sam returns with a smile.  The pair pushes away from the ring and begins to walk toward the locker room door at the far end of the room.  The pair disappears into the room leaving the room empty.  



It is finally the weekend and Sam Marlowe has something that she hasn’t seen in a while…a day to herself with no plans and nothing to do.  Dressed rather comfortably in jeans and a sweatshirt, Sam has pulled her hair back into a ribbon headband that holds her curls back over her shoulder and has bare feet.  Picture perfect for a weekend of laziness.  

Wandering around her house in Vegas, she collects things in one last spurt of cleaning and getting things in order before heading somewhere during the week.  On the stereo, the radio is blaring music that Sam sings along to.  She totally misses the sound of knocking on her front door.  A second knock accompanied by the ringing of the doorbell gets her attention.   Wondering who it could be, Sam moves past the stereo to turn down the music then heads towards the door.  

Sam peeks through the spyhole only to moan and let her head drop for a second before plastering a smile on her face and swinging open the door to reveal Cyn Marlowe standing just in front of an older redhead with a regal look on her face under the rather stylist hat she is wearing.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Hello Cyn…Moms.  What brings you here?

Cyn smirks as their mother moves past her and Sam and into the house.  Cyn follows behind, her eyes lighting up at the interior of the house.  Sam closes the door behind the two women and follows them into the living room of the house.  

Vanessa Marlowe:    Cynthia told me that you had bought this house Samantha and I thought that I should come out and help you decorate it since she said that you would not let her help you.

Her mother was the only one in the lives of the Marlowe sisters that used the full form of their names.  The only way the two of them knew when their mother was angry was the use of both of their names.    

Sam watches as her mother takes in the décor, a brief shudder going through her at the comfortable furniture and eclectic color scheme.  Sam can sense that her mother is about to say something that she isn’t going to like so braces herself for it.    

Vanessa Marlowe:   It looks like I was too late Samantha.  But I must say, at least you didn’t shame yourself with the décor.  I was worried that you might decorate in sports chic.

Samantha Marlowe:  I am your daughter Moms, and some of your class rubbed off on me I guess.  But it surprised me that you came here.  Why don’t I take you on a tour of the house then we can go out and have dinner or something before you have to leave.

Cyn smirks more as their mother shakes a finger at Sam.    

Vanessa Marlowe:   I am here to stay a couple of days Samantha.  Your father insisted since this is Super Bowl weekend and he has the boys coming over.  So your sister and I are here until Monday.

Behind her mother’s back, Cyn winks at a now annoyed Sam who can’t show her annoyance.  Sam smiles at her mother then moves to link her arm with Vanessa Marlowe’s.    

Samantha Marlowe:  Til Monday you say, that’s interesting, I am leaving Monday as well. So let’s get your stuff put in the spare bedroom and you can rest after your trip here while I shower and change, then we will go out for dinner.

Vanessa allows her daughter to guide her to the spare room.  Opening the door, Sam ushers her into the room done in shades of white and blue.  Looking around the room, Sam can see her mother beginning to smile and nod.    

Vanessa Marlowe:   How pretty.  I think I will take a few moments to relax.  Come and find me when you are ready to go to dinner.

With that, Sam backs out of the room and closes the door behind her.  Turning her head towards the living room, she snorts softly and advances into the room where Cyn can be found on a rather large papa san chair, her feet tucked up under her.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Well I hope you are happy with yourself Cyn.  That was low, bringing Moms here just when I need to stay focused on my upcoming title shot.  For someone that insists she’s my manager you are doing a damn stupid job of helping.

Cyn buffs her fingernails against her shirt and then holds it out to look at the French manicure, sparing a quick mocking glance at her sister.  

Cyn Marlowe:   But Sammi, you keep telling me that I am not your manager.  And Moms was worried about you living out here in Sin City all by your little lonesome and I thought if I brought her here, you could convince her that you will be okay.  Excuuuusssse me for wanting to make her feel a little better Sammi.

There it was, the passive aggressive double talk that Cyn was known for.   Sam turns with anger and moves off towards her own room.  Cyn gets to her feet and follows unable to hide the smirk on her face.  Sam moves into the bathroom and reaches inside the shower to set the water running.  Cyn perches on the vanity of the bathroom as Sam strips and steps into the shower.  

Cyn Marlowe:   So where’s the boyfriend hmmm?

Sam ducks her head into the stream of the water in an effort to escape the question but Cyn leans her hands on the edge of the sink and calls out again teasingly.  

Cyn Marlowe:   Did we interrupt a romantic weekend plan?

Sam sighs and calls out over the sound of the water.  

Samantha Marlowe:  No, there were no plans made for romance or anything Cyn.  I had plans on just relaxing this weekend.  By myself if you must know.  I have a very big match at the supercard and for once I just wanted to deal with it on my own like I have to do in the ring.  Is that so difficult to understand?

Cyn Marlowe:   Difficult to understand, Sammi, this is me you are talking to and I happen to know that when you get into these kinds of matches you have this tendency to overthink it and choke when push comes to shove.  Besides, after you ditched me in Azusa, I figured a little payback was in order.  So surprise, this is the payback.  And I did it all for you.

Before Sam can get out of the shower, Cyn hops from the counter and leaves the bathroom.  Sam fumes inside of the shower as the hot water beats down on her.  After a moment, she soaps and then rinses herself before shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to wrap around herself.  As she steps out into the bathroom she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, the fluffy soft blue towel covering her body, red hair hanging damp and loose around her shoulders.  Turning towards the mirror, Sam moves closer as she puts both hands on either side of the sink and addresses the mirror in a soft mumble.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I will not kill her…I will not kill her.

From the doorway of her bedroom, Sam can hear Cyn calling her.  

Cyn Marlowe:   Sammi, Mother is wondering when you are going to be ready to go.  She’s getting hungry.

Hearing the laughter in Cyn’s voice, Sam rolls her eyes as she looks at herself once more.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I’m coming…

Sam reaches for a comb and runs it through her hair, pulling the tangles from it.  With one final look, Sam moves into the bedroom and out of sight.  



“Sam Marlowe is live on Facebook”</FONT>

A flickering image of Sam Marlowe can be seen on a screen, leaning slightly forward.  She has on a white button down shirt and little else as she begins to speak in a rather loud whisper.  

 Samantha Marlowe: Hey to all my superstars, I am just back from dinner out and I wanted to get on here and talk about the upcoming match I have at My Bloody Valentine.  Now I won’t be taking questions even though I can see the replies exploding on the side.  Mostly I want to take this opportunity to talk to my opponent Mikah and I want to send that message with my fans sending it with me.  So let’s talk shall we?  

Sam smiles into the camera lens as she fluffs her hair slightly then begins to speak.  

 Samantha Marlowe: Mikah, we have one more week until we are facing each other across the ring in a match that you for all intents and purposes that you asked for.  I mean honestly, you handpicked me to be your opponent and you know I have had a week to contemplate why and then it hit me right out of the blue.  I know why you picked me.  

Sam leans closer still as if sharing some kind of secret with the camera.  

 Samantha Marlowe:It was because you thought that I would be so overwhelmed by the fact that you were giving me the shot at your title.  I think you think it is a charitable thing to have given me the title match.  Or you think that you have nothing to worry about because I am so easy to beat.  Hell maybe that was true once.  But who knows what My Bloody Valentine is going to hold when I step in that ring.  Maybe you will beat me or maybe, just maybe I am going to be the one that does what no one else has done yet and that is take your title.  

The smile that begins to cross the face of Sam Marlowe reaches to her eyes which causes them to sparkle with excitement.  

  Samantha Marlowe:  I know maybe I shouldn’t be so cocky.  Maybe I should give you the props you deserve and talk about how I might just be able to give you a run for your money before you put me out of my misery and beat me in the ring.  You know, it is almost like I can hear your voice in my head saying that exact thing.  After all you are someone that can talk not just a good game but a great game.  You are able to say all the right things to put the match into perspective and take down your opponent before you even step in the ring.  Well bravo Mikah, I kind of expect you to do that to me and really I don’t care.  I know that I have wins and I have losses and I know this is a big match for me.  It is my shot at a title, but it isn’t my first shot at a title.  But it is my first shot at the Bombshell title and I am going to be coming hard for the title and if it means running right over you for it then vroom vroom Mikah.  

A giggle can be heard before Sam brings her hand up to quiet herself.  She lays across the bed that she is sitting on.  
  Samantha Marlowe:  Go ahead, say all you want about me.  Talk about me like I am some kind of loser that isn’t any competition for you.  Talk about me like I am the dirty under your feet.  Give me a reason to want to beat you that much more.  As it stands Mikah, my goal is to step in that ring at My Bloody Valentine and shut you up once and for all.  I’ve spent the last few months watching you treat everyone except your pets like they were nothing.  Well, I want you to feel exactly what they felt like.  I am not trying to set myself up as some kind of hero for every bombshell in Sin City Wrestling.  I am just setting myself a goal to work towards, a goal that won’t be out of my reach, a goal that I am going to realize next Sunday night champ.  I’m ready for the next step and if you were to ask me what that step is, my answer would be Bombshell champion.  

So before I sign off this little chat that I seem to be having with everyone live on Facebook, I just want to take a final moment to wish you all the luck in the world Mikah.  Because believe you me when I am in that ring with you and with the determination I have, you are going to need it.

TTFN to all my superstars, we will talk soon.  

Sam can be seen reaching towards the computer and pressing stop before the image freezes then closes.

[Mikah]

 
<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;"> <text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "THE GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE."
LOCATION: Azusa, California
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE: 14
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE i
REC•

JANUARY 31, 2016—Sunday.

Mikah groans as she lies in the hotel bed, face down as Christian bumbles about the hotel room doing only God knows what.  She mumbles something in coherently before hearing him slam some things around.  She turns over and lies on her back and stares up at the ceiling for a moment or two before propping herself up on her arms to look at Christian as he continues to make noise throughout the room.  She was pouting because Christian didn't want to go back to NYC right away like she did.  He was most definitely a West Coast boy and she was definitely an East Coast girl.

;;Mikah  â€œSeriously, Mase?!  What are you looking for?!”

He glances over at her before smirking to himself, hiding the look from the bombshell champion.  She scowls at his slow answer before she sighs and sits up and looks at him again, still waiting for his answer.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œSomething.”

She scowls at him before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him and smiling as it hits him in the chest and falls to the ground.  He just raises an eyebrow at her and she just smiles warmly at him.

;;Mikah  â€œWhy do we have to stay in California?!  I hate the humidity.  And the heat.”

She pouts her bottom lip out a bit.  She wasn't used tot not getting her way; she was very used to getting whatever it was that she set her heart out to get.  But Christian was a little more stubborn than she was and he had stayed in NYC with her the whole week before, without complaint.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œOh come on, Miks.  It's not that bad.  I love Cali, West Coast for life.”

Mikah wrinkles her nose as he makes some sort of weird gesture with his hands, a gesture she didn't really understand.  She yawns before getting up and fixing her shorts before walking over to Christian and leans up on her tippy toes to try to look over his shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œBut you love Leighton too.”

She smiles at him as she wraps her arms around him from behind, pressing herself against his back.  She could feel the pause as he was clearly thinking about another smart remark or something to throw Mikah off guard.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œShe's a west coast girl.”

Mikah rolls her eyes before sliding her hands down his torso, getting closer to the button of the jeans he was wearing.

;;Mikah  â€œShe loves her school in New York City.  She has a lot of friends and you wouldn't want to be the bad dad that made her move, would you?”

Mikah softly presses her lips against the side of his neck, kissing it gently.  He tenses up a bit but then relaxes, welcoming the affection from the blonde bombshell.  He leans back into her, letting his body press against hers.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI'd be the best father ever for getting her out of that crazy city.”

Mikah chuckles as she undoes his pants, her hands working with the zipper and button the best she can without a view.  He lets her, feeling her fingers fumbling a bit before he finally has enough and turns to face her, lust in his eyes.  He looks at her outfit before pulling her shirt off with subtle ease, revealing her leopard print bra.

;;Mikah  â€œProbably the worst father ever.”

He growls a bit before pushing her against the bed, her knees hitting it and she falls onto the edge, sitting on it.  She looks up at him, a smirk on her face with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œYou talk a lot.”

She raises an eyebrow as he pushes her back onto the bed.  She looks up at him as he tugs his own shirt off before climbing on top of her.

;;Mikah  â€œYou do know this is not going to take my focus off of New York City.  Or the fact that you want o move Leighton out here.”

He smirks at her as he grabs her wrists and playfully holds them down before leaning down and kissing the side of her neck a bit.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œCalifornia's the best.  Just admit it, Miks.”

She rolls her eyes at him as she squirms a bit underneath him.  He smirks at her as he kisses down to her collarbone, trailing a line of kiss along the edge of her bra.

;;Mikah  â€œYou shouldn't tease...I'm much better at it, Mase.”

He smirks at her before moving carefully in between her legs as he grins at her.  She smiles innocently up at him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œDo we really want to test that out, Miks?  Do we want to test out who can tease who more?”

She looks at him, a glint in her eyes as he grinds just enough against her to get her to squirm.  She looks into his eyes as she tries not to squirm against him.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you really think you can win that contest, Mase?”

He grins at her before pulling his hips away from hers just a little bit, enough to tease her.  She pouts her bottom lip out at him as he teases her.  She obviously did better doing the teasing than taking the teasing from somebody.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI believe you are the one squirming, Miks.”

She frowns at him, not liking that he could point out the obvious so quickly.  Maybe he knew her better than she thought he did.  Or maybe he had liked her all along and loved to pretend that he didn't.  Sometimes, she didn't know what to think when it came to Christian.  More times than not, she felt that he didn't like her at all.  But that was silly of her to think that way.  They'd been friends since PWT back when she'd joined Natural Selection.  But things happened and she had made some very bad decisions.  She had bounced around from company to company, away from her friends and then  reconnected with him back in the IRX.  It was magic ever since then and they had kept in better touch.  Then he fell off the face of the Earth again and she was left to her own devices.  But it never took long for him to resurface and he popped back in a year or so ago and she didn't let him disappear again.  He probably even cost her her marriage but she didn't care.  She had always had a soft spot for Christian Othniel.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œMiks, you okay?”

His face had gone from teasing and playful to serious.  He had been there through the crappy stuff that Mikah had gone through.  The stuff that she didn't like to talk about; the dark and twisty stuff.  She could see it on his face that he was worried that she was back in that place, back where she checked out and let somebody else take control.  She smiles at him and realizes he had let go of her wrists.  She reaches up with one of her hands and cups his face with it, gently.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm okay, Mase.  Promise.”

He relaxes a bit, she could see his facial features soften and the worry leave his eyes.  She leans up and kisses his lips softly.  He looks at her, the worried but caring look on his face.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI was worried.  I was worried that you'd checked out.”

She cups his face again with her hand, rubbing his cheekbone softly with the pad of her thumb.  She loved that he expressed that he cared about her; it was a reason that she felt closer to him than she ever did with her soon-to-be ex husband.

;;Mikah  â€œMase, I'm okay.  I didn't go anywhere, I'm NOT going to go anywhere.  That hasn't happened to me in a really long time.”

He smiles softly at her before leaning down and kissing her lips softly.  She smiles at him, before running her fingers through his hair.  She just enjoyed being close to him.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI know but sometimes, I just worry.”

She wrinkles her nose at him, trying to get him out of the funk that she had unknowingly put him in.  She hadn't meant to take him down this road.

;;Mikah  â€œHey, cheer up.  You don't have to worry about me, I'll be okay.  I have you almost every day now.”

She pokes his nose as she pulls him closer to her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œUnfortunately for me, I seem to be stuck with you.”

She lets her mouth drop open in mock surprise before pushing him a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œHey, I could be making you pay me child support.”

She of course was kidding.  She wasn't that type of woman to seek out that money from a man.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI gave you the gift of Leighton, that should be plenty of child support.”

He winked at her before moving off of her and laying beside her on the bed.  He stares up at the ceiling for a moment, the silence becoming comfortable between them.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm going to be divorced for a second time.”

There was no emotion in her voice.  She wasn't really that heartbroken over it but it was a bit odd to her to say that she'd be a divorcee again.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œGood.  He was such a fucking idiot.  I don't even see why you were ever with him to begin with.”

He made a face and Mikah chuckles a bit.  She turns her head to look at him, eyeing him over.

;;Mikah  â€œSometimes, I wonder that myself.  I thought that maybe him and I could make it work.  But I must not have loved him to want it to work.  I don't know.  Maybe I'm broken because I don't feel an ounce of sadness towards the divorce.  Shouldn't I feel something?”

She kept her eyes on Christian, watching his face before he turns his head to look at her as well.  She offers him a smile, but had a different feel to it than happy, what a smile usually emitted.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œNah.  I wouldn't waste an ounce of sadness on that bastard.”

Mikah swats his chest with the back of her hand before letting out a small laugh.  She loved the way he made her happy.  And it was just easy being around him.

;;Mikah  â€œYou don't like him.  I'm sure your opinion is null and void, Mase.”

He scoffs loudly before turning onto his side to look at her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œEven if I liked him, which would be in an absurd alternate reality, I would still tell you not to waste an ounce of sadness on him.”

She rolls her eyes at him before pushing him a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œMase.”

He smiles at her, the happiness reaching her eyes this time.  He moves on top of her again, pinning her hips down with his own.  She looks up at him, an eyebrow raised as he looks down at her.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œNow that we're past that part of the night.  Where were we, Miks?”

She giggles a bit, squirming underneath him as he grinds against her.  He slides his hands down to her shorts, unbuttoning them and sliding them carefully down her long, slender legs.  She wiggles out of them, helping him the best she could as he reveals her matching leopard print panties.

;;Mikah  â€œI think we were getting to this point...”

She pulls his shirt off of him before he wiggles out of his jeans, revealing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs.  She looks him over, chewing on the right side of her bottom lip.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œFuck, that turns me on when you do that.”

He leans down and kisses her hard, his lips mashing against hers in perfect sync.  She runs her hands through the back of his hair as he wiggles her panties down her legs.

;;Mikah  â€œWhy didn't we do this sooner?”

She mutters against his lips.  And by sooner, she meant five years ago.

»»Christian Othniel  â€œI have no fucking idea.”

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE: 12
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•

FEBRUARY 2, 2016—Tuesday.

The weather in New York City was anything but favorable if you wanted to be outside and not be frozen to death.  Or attacked by snow.  But even though Christian had warned her to just shoot her promo inside, she didn't listen and was now seated on a park bench in the middle of Central Park.  The park was still covered with snow and she was sporting a pair of skinny jeans that were tucked into a pair of brown flat riding boots.  She tugs her white petticoat closer to her body, hoping that it would keep her warm.  She carefully crosses one leg over the other as the camera man gets in position to start filming.  Mikah shivers a bit before getting comfortable as the camera man nods his head.

;;Mikah  â€œNew York City....”

She tugs at the knit burgundy hat on her head, pulling it down a bit over her ears.  Her blonde locks were styled in pretty waves that stuck out.

;;Mikah  â€œIt's only the best city of them all.  And it's where I like to call home.”

She relaxes just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œAre you wondering why I am in New York City and not California?”

She raises an eyebrow in the camera's direction.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause fuck California.  That's why.  I couldn't give a shit about California.  One way or another.  It's just another shitty state that is way too focused on the ocean and sunshine and whatever else.”

She rolls her eyes at the mention of California.

;;Mikah  â€œBut shh, don't tell Mase how I feel about California.”

She winks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œBut let's not talk about California.  My opponent isn't the entire state of California, even though it seems like it is at all times.  I mean, if you had a bunch of women in the back that wanted to go at you for your championship, I'm sure you'd feel the same way.  Or better yet, if you worked with a bunch of cry babies, you'd probably want to distance yourself from those women as much as you possibly can.  I mean, seriously?  Don't they have something better to do with themselves other than worry about what I do in my free time and when I'm not booked for a match?  Obviously not.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear as the wind picks up a bit.  She feels her hair whip around her face.

;;Mikah  â€œI have better things to do than worry about what some butt hurt women think about me.  So let's move on, shall we?”

She leans forward a bit, tugging her coat closer a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œSamantha Marlowe.  That's who I chose for my opponent next Sunday at My Bloody Valentine.  And I know, people are probably curious as to why I chose her and honestly?”

She wrinkles her nose a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œShe seemed to be the less annoying of all of the other Bombshells that are in the back.  I mean, she's rarely poking her nose into other people's business and she's mainly seen talking to what's his name and that's about it.  Oh and arguing with her twin sister.  But I can't blame her there; twin sisters are fucking annoying.”

Mikah turns up her nose.  Even though she had patched up her relationship with Mitchell and his wife and kids, her relationship with MiKayla wasn't anywhere where it should be.   MiKayla tried but Mikah just couldn't bond with the girl.

;;Mikah  â€œI mean, sure I'm almost certain she was apart of the ever annoying meeting where they all decided to sign some silly petition to present to Eric Staggs or whoever but that doesn't mean she's as bad as the rest.  She's not bitching about the simple fact of a locker room.  It's a LOCKER room, ladies.  It's not supposed to smell pleasant.  Have you ever thought about what happens when you compete in a match?  What does your body do?  It fucking sweats.  And sweat doesn't exactly smell like fucking perfume.”

Mikah rolls her eyes once more.

;;Mikah  â€œI swear it's like you girls decided that you didn't want to deal with your own body odor and decided to pitch a fit because you didn't like the way sweat smells.  Bring fucking deodorant.  Or better yet, use the shower.  It works wonders for that sweaty smell that you don't seem to like.  I know, I know.  This isn't exactly have anything to do with Samantha, but she was apart of the meeting and she signed the stupid petition.”

Mikah laughs a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œWhich is funny because she's not really an anybody, if you want to think about it.  She's a bombshell that's been in the shadows for a while.  Sure, she's won some super stellar matches against Veronica Taylor or whatever but who can't beat Veronica?  That's easy as pie.  I don't keep track of everybody's wins and losses, that's not my job as the Bombshell champion.  My job is to kick ass and successfully defend my championship.  Which I plan on doing next Sunday.  And there is absolutely nothing that Samantha can do about it.”

Mikah sits up a little straighter on the bench before crossing her legs in the other direction to stay comfortable.

;;Mikah  â€œYou see, she should feel honored that I chose her as my opponent come next Sunday.  She should be thanking me and kissing my feet for giving her this opportunity that she does not deserve one bit.  What has she done to deserve it?  Nothing but neither has any of the other Bombshells.  So yes, I am saying that she should be kissing my feet or kissing my ass in gratitude that she has the opportunity to fight for the Bombshell Championship; the only championship belt left that has any prestige and honor left to it.  I might seem like I don't care about it but it's THE only thing that I care about in SCW at the moment.  I don't care about my crappy co-Bombshells except for Alexis.  She's the only one that seems to have a mind of her own these days.  Why should I care about interchangeable women that want to live the life of a champion.  You don't think I don't deserve my own locker room?  I've earned everything I've fucking got.”

Her words became a little more vicious and a little louder as she got to a heated topic that seemed to be all the rage backstage.

;;Mikah  â€œEverybody is quick to judge me and tell me that I'm just another Delia Darling but of course, everybody wants to say she was more tolerable.  The woman was atrocious and a BULLY.  I may not like any of you cretins but I only see fit to 'bully' the ones that don't want to keep my name out of their mouth.  Do I need to remind you of the things she did to Liz Smalls when she kicked her out of the Mean Girls?  I've heard the stories; Liz and I were in Uncensored Inc together.  I know about the troubles she went through with that sorry group of girls.  I'm not going backstage picking on girls because they look like they fucking caked their make up with gobs and gobs of foundation and concealer.  I don't pick on them because it looks like they've fried their hair too long and it looks like a ball of chicken wire.  I don't pick on somebody because they're ugly.”

She takes a breath.

;;Mikah  â€œYou want to call me a horrible person fine but do it the correct way.  Don't compare me to Delia Darling because none of you imbeciles can take my championship away from me.  Don't be so unoriginal about your insults.  Yes, I do like to drink.  Am I an alcoholic?  No.  Will you idiots say that I am?  Yes.  Do I care what you say?  No.  I've proven these last two and a half weeks that I don't need alcohol in my life and I haven't had a drop of alcohol since January 17th.  Whether you idiots choose to believe that or not is completely up to you but come up with something other than the alcoholic and Delia remarks.  Oh and...”

She pauses for a moment, letting the words sink in as she thinks about where to go next for her little promo.

;;Mikah  â€œTry to bring up something other than my friendship with Mark Ward.  It's so overused now that it's getting to be dull and boring.  Yes, I'm friends with Mark.  No, I'm not sleeping with Mark.  No, I did not get a shot at the championship because of my friendship with Mark.  Because as I have pointed out before, Mark and I were NOT friends at the time of my championship match against Raynin.  Mark and I didn't become friends until June and if any of you imbeciles have a brain, you will remember that I won my championship on May 24th, 2015.  Check your facts before you put your foot in your mouth like a fucking dumbass.”

She didn't care if people didn't like her but she just wanted them to get their facts right and quit slandering her name.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe I should talk about the real reason those interchangeable, useless women don't like me.  Maybe I should focus on that because I know that Samantha will try to go on and on about my drinking habits.  Or my upcoming divorce.  Or how Roxi Johnson beat me.  Or who knows what because it's not important.  Let's talk about the fact that I've held my championship for eight months now.  Nobody has even come CLOSE to taking it from me.  I've been unstoppable and they don't like to admit it but this match against Samantha Marlowe is only gonna be another win that Christian or Mark will have to pencil in for me.  I don't plan on losing my championship for a long, long time.  You don't like it?  Well, tough.  You may not have a choice in the matter.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders before looking around the park.  It wasn't busy at all but it was also early in the morning and most people weren't out and about yet.

;;Mikah  â€œSamantha, you're not going up against Veronica Taylor or Candy Overton anymore.  I'm a whole different breed of a wrestler.  I don't do Veronica's petty bullshit about how her self-proclaimed good looks is what will get her far.  Or that she basically hand made the Bombshell division.  That's not me.  I'm the one that's going to make you beg for me to let go as I lock in my Cupid's Chokehold around your scrawny little neck.  Your fingers will be scratching against my boots as I lock it in, secured tightly around your throat as if I didn't have to worry about you getting air.  Or your trachea crushing under the pressure.  Do you think I'm scared to crush your trachea?  Because I'm not.  Nothing is going to come between me and my championship.  Not some scrawny, unworthy little girl like you.”

She sneers at the camera, a glare settling onto her pretty face.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not saying that you're not going to be prepared for our match but how can you be prepared for our match when you haven't gone up against somebody with my caliber?”

She tilts her head to the side.

;;Mikah  â€œOr maybe you have been talking to Roxi Johnson, looking for tips on how to maybe beat me at my own game.  I don't know, I don't associate with the idiopathic couple of SCW.”

She simply shrugs her shoulders.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe you've talked to my previous opponents, ones I've beaten to get a little insight on what it's like to be in the ring with me.  I really don't know your train of thought because I don't talk to you either.  I know you were wanting the Roulette championship and frankly, you could've had it because I didn't even want it.  That's another thing that had me rolling over, dying laughing.  Those girls thought that I wanted to be the Bombshell Roulette Champion.  Never once have I asked to be such a thing.  I only won that belt because I refused to let Melanie Gabrielle take my championship away from me.  So if you think about it, the bombshell Roulette Championship was just a technicality in my way.  It wasn't something I sought out to become, it was just in my way of retaining my gold that I worked hard to keep around my waist.  They can knock me for that if they want to but they should really know the facts first before they go running their trouty mouths.”

She shrugs again, a smirk playing on her face.  She was enjoying it.  She was enjoying putting them in their place or that's how she saw it.

;;Mikah  â€œI really don't like to make assumptions about anything, Samantha.  Because well, we don't know the future do we?  One of us could drop dead in the next 12 days and then there'd be no match.  Or my airplane could crash and everybody on it would die and there'd be no championship left to fight for.  Gruesome to talk about, I know but it could happen.  But things like that could happen.  I'm hoping it don't because I can't wait to make an example out of you.  I really can't.”

An evil glint passes through her eyes as she stares at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd here's the real reason as to why I chose you for my opponent next Sunday....”

She leans forward a bit and the camera man zooms in just a bit to get a better view of the look on Mikah's face.

;;Mikah  â€œYou are going to be the Bombshell that I use to send a message to the tramps in the back.  I don't think they understand what I can do.”

She stands up and adjusts her petticoat before taking it off to reveal that she was just wearing a black Victoria's Secret sports bra underneath it.  It showed off her torso, which was fit and toned in all the right places.  She was an avid runner and she went to the gym often.  However, people wouldn't know about the gym because she didn't like to tweet about that.  She starts to walk over to the children's playground and steps up onto the jungle gym.

;;Mikah  â€œI don't think YOU completely understand what I can do to you in the ring.  The ring is my playground.  My jungle gym.  It's one of the few places that I actually feel comfortable at.  I don't have to worry about whether or not I'm getting a divorce or where my best friend is or what the tramps in the back are saying about me.”

She sits down on the steps that would lead up to the higher ground of the jungle gym.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause in the ring, all I have to do is show you what I can do compared to you.  There isn't any silly bantering on Twitter or bitching about a locker room in the ring.  It's straight out wrestling.  You'll know what I mean, Samantha.  You'll notice the difference between me and all of the other girls that you've gone up against.  There is a difference and there is a reason that I am the Bombshell Champion.”

She pulls the hat off of her head and runs her fingers through her hair.

;;Mikah  â€œI've put so many years into this business.  I've worked and worked to get where I am today.  I've worked to perfect my body the way I want it to be and you would never imagine the things I've done to stay in shape for the ring.”

A dark look crosses over her face.

;;Mikah  â€œYou only know me as I am now in SCW.  You didn't know me a few years ago when I didn't care and I was wreckless in the ring.  I couldn't tell you how many people I almost injured because I simply did not care.  Or how many times that I almost injured myself.  And you people want to make it look like I don't care about SCW or about my craft in the ring?!  Well, maybe you should be careful about what you think about me and how I am or how you perceive me to be because it might just happen.”

She looks at the camera, her eyes void of emotion.  She could easily clear her brain and show absolutely no emotion.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm pretty sure that I care about what I do in that ring and I'm damned sure that you should believe that I do.  You should also believe that I would never drink before a match.  Ever.  I would not jeopardize myself.  I wouldn't want to injure myself because I had been careless to drink before a match.  But if you all want me to be careless and wreckless with myself and my choices, I can eaisly do just that.  It doesn't have to be my way.  It could easily go down that dark road I've been down plenty of times.  It can be just as dangerous for my own opponent as it can be for me.  I can throw caution to the wind and make things dangerous.  I'm not scared at all, but you should be.”

She stands back up and buttons her petticoat back up.

;;Mikah  â€œMaybe you should think about that.  Think about what you want to do in the ring and what kind of person you'd like me to be.  Because I can be the person that you are all making me out to be, it doesn't take much for me to make that change.  I already don't care about you or any of those other girls, Samantha.  And this might seem a little more about them but you signed that petition.  You made a deal with the devils.  And if you want me to go down the road of no return, I most certainly will.  But it won't be pretty for you next Sunday.  You could leave next Sunday with a crushed trachea and blood sputtering out of your trouty mouth.”

She starts to walk away from the playground a smirk on her face before she stops completely and looks over her shoulder.

;;Mikah  â€œBut don't say I didn't warn you.”

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "LET'S GO TO THE MOVIES."
LOCATION: Azusa, California
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE: 10
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
SCENE iii
REC•

FEBRUARY 4, 2016—Thursday.

She shivered as she walked in through the front door of her New York City home to be greeted by Dexter and Hannah, who ran to her excitedly.  She smiles at them, squatting down and petting their heads and scratching behind their ears.  She gives them a final pet before walking deeper into the house, looking for one Christian Othniel.  She had only been gone twenty minutes tops as she had to take Leighton her lunch that she had forgotten to take with her when she had gone to school at 7:30 that morning.  Mikah blows a breath of air out through her lips before walking into the living room to see Christian sleeping on the couch.  She chuckles a bit as she tugs her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head.  She was completely happy with him being there, in her house.  And she loved that he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on her couch without worry.

;;Mikah  â€œHe is just so stinking cute.”

She shrugs her jacket off and tosses it into a chair before walking over to him before moving to straddle his waist.  He grunts a bit at the sudden weight change but didn't seem to stir as she squirms on top of him.  She lets a small giggle escape her lips as he moves a bit, trying to get even more comfortable with her sitting on top of him.  She watches his face, watching the frown cross his face before she sees him peek an eye open.

»»Christian Othniel “What are you doing Miks?”

He grunts a bit before turning completely onto his back, making it a bit easier for Mikah to sit on him and be comfortable.  He didn't seem to mind that she was sitting on him but it also helped that she only weighed roughly 110 pounds.

;;Mikah  â€œSitting on you.”

»»Christian Othniel “Why are you sitting on me?”

She simply shrugs her shoulders before leaning down and kissing his cheek before snuggling up to him before easily moving so that she was lying on top of him.  He groans a bit before letting her get comfortable before he places his hands on her hips.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause I like you.  And I think you're cute.”

She watches as he wrinkles his nose.  She knew that most men did NOT like to be called cute.  She wasn't sure why they didn't, but for some reason it was not an acceptable adjective for them to be called.

»»Christian Othniel “I'm not cute.”

;;Mikah  â€œI think you are.”

She snuggles into him, relaxing completely against him.  It was times like these that she enjoyed being in his company.  She loved just that they were comfortable with one another and didn't have to worry about awkward silences or anything in between.  They could just lay there in silence and be okay with it.  But Mikah usually wasn't one to sit still.  She squirms a bit, moving against him enough to agitate him

»»Christian Othniel “What do you want, Miks?”

;;Mikah  â€œCan we go do something?!  I'm bored.  You're boring.  Watching you sleep is boring.”

He groans before putting his arm over his eyes, shielding them from Mikah's peering eyes.  She smiles at him before trying to move his arm away from his face.  She pouts when she doesn't succeed.

;;Mikah  â€œCan't we go shopping or to a movie?”

He sighs before moving his arm and looking down at her, looking into her eyes as she pleads with him with her pretty eyes.  She didn't like to sit still and she was surprised that she just didn't go on another run for the second time that morning.

»»Christian Othniel “Fine.  What movie would you want to see?”

He props himself up a bit to look at her as she moves back into a seated position on top of him.  She shrugs her shoulders.  She wasn't usually one to sit through a movie either.  But it was cold and dreary out so she'd settle for a movie.  And could possibly talk him into going shopping with her.  She could always try, at least.

;;Mikah  â€œSomething not stupid.  And NOT Star Wars, either.”

She makes a face at the mention of Star Wars and smirks at him as he looks up at her.  She wiggles a bit on top of him before steadying herself against him.  She looks into his eyes before leaning down and kissing his lips quickly before sitting back up.  He slides his hands up a bit, pulling her shirt with his hands in a rather playful manner.  She smiles down at him.

»»Christian Othniel “How about we go see The Revenant?”

Mikah shrugs her shoulders before moving off of him and tugging him up to his feet or at least trying to.  She pouts when he doesn't budge and he just laughs before getting up and grabbing her and embracing her with a hug.  She giggles but she hugs him back.  She was most likely the only person that ever got to see him that way and he was the only person that got to see her with her guard down.

;;Mikah  â€œSure, why not.  Has to be a semi decent movie, right?”

»»Christian Othniel “Looks to be.  Do I have to change?”

She examines what he was wearing which consisted of sweatpants and a t-shirt, typical lounge gear for a day at home.  She wrinkles her nose at him.

;;Mikah  â€œJust put on a pair of jeans and call it good.”

SKIPPING AHEAD

;;Mikah  â€œThis place is so crowded.”

There were a LOT of people at the movie theater and Mikah was not very happy with that being the fact.  She shifts closer to Christian and tries her best not to sneer at the people around her.  It was safe to say that she was NOT a people person and people who knew her, knew that all too well.

»»Christian Othniel “You were the one who wanted to come to a movie, Miks.  So, this is what you have to deal with.”

He was smiling at her and she tries her best not to glare at him.  Sometimes, she knew he liked to tease her about her woes about people.  She squeals a bit as an overly large man bumps into her and she shields her face in the crook of Christian's neck.  He laughs but places a hand between her shoulder blades to comfort her just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œI wanna go home now!”

He laughs again as she stays rather close to him, she yelps as somebody once again bumps into her.  He just laughs as the move forward in line just a little bit.  She scowls up at him, clearly not seeing the humor in what was going on.  He just pats her back in a comforting way before they get to the front of the line.  Mikah finally takes a few steps away from Christian to talk to the cashier.

;;Mikah  â€œYes, two adult tickets for The Revenant.”

She barely looks at the guy who types a few things on the computer screen and then tells her her total after she picks the seats.  She hands him a Twenty dollar bill before stepping just an inch closer to Christian.  Christian chuckles and Mikah's uneasiness.

;;Mikah  â€œThanks.”

Mikah hands Christian a ticket before grabbing his hand and tugging him away from the cash registers.  Christian just chuckles at his best friend's antics before they both hand their tickets to the ticket taker.  She looks at the female, who didn't look as if she really enjoyed her job at the movie theater.  Mikah doesn't seem to give it much thought as Christian tugs her over to the concessions.  She usually just drank her water that she smuggled in and hardly ate anything.  She watches as Christian stands there quietly, being okay with the people surrounding them.

;;Mikah  â€œHow do you do it?”

He gives her a weird look.

»»Christian Othniel “Do what?”

;;Mikah  â€œBe so patient with all these scrubs around you?!”

He chuckles as she whispers the last three words of her sentence.  He leans in and kisses her cheek, causing her to blush.  Sometimes, the public displays of affection that he showed her made her insides flutter and her cheeks to turn bright pink.

»»Christian Othniel “Obviously I'm much more tolerant than you are, Mikah.”

;;Mikah  â€œClearly.  You'd probably like the tramps that I work with.  They're a bunch of crybabies.”

Mikah makes a face at Christian but then smiles at him.  She was just happy most of the time now; she didn't have to worry about upsetting her “husband” because of something she tweeted.  Christian obviously didn't care what she tweeted about and she'd most likely never be mean to him on Twitter or in person in any way.  She didn't quite understand it herself.  She didn't understand why she liked Christian more than she had her soon-to-be ex husband.  Maybe it was a personality thing or maybe Christian wasn't a liar.  He didn't lie about petty stupid things that shouldn't have been lied about in the first place.  But she wasn't present in her marriage for the past six months or so.  That was mostly her fault but she didn't care.  How was she supposed to care when he didn't even care that she was successful and the top talent in SCW?  She didn't understand she simply didn't care.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're going to get popcorn, aren't you?”

»»Christian Othniel “Yep.  And a pepsi.”

Mikah makes a face at him and he simply just mimics the face back at her.  He wasn't intimidated by her and he didn't get jealous often.  Somehow, they just seemed to mesh well together and were chill together.  Mikah liked it better that way.  She liked that she could come home to him and not have to worry about an impending fight that was bound to happen.

;;Mikah  â€œI just want a water.  A large water.”

»»Christian Othniel “Spiked with vodka?”

Mikah sticks her tongue out at him in a playful manner.

;;Mikah  â€œNo, of course not.  I've been alcohol-free for almost three weeks now.  And I have a title defense coming up.  I don't need to be consuming alcohol right now.  But you're welcome to spike your drink if you want to.  I'll babysit you.”

She winks at him in a playful manner as he orders and then pays for their snacks.  She takes a piece of popcorn and pops it into her mouth as they get ready to go watch the movie.  She was ready to spend a relaxing afternoon watching a movie that she probably didn't care much about with the man that she cared too much about.  It was slightly ironic, wasn't it?

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "A DIFFERENT CHAMPION."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE: 8
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE ii
REC•

FEBRUARY 6, 2016—Saturday.

Mikah stands in front of the mirror in a locker room in an unknown location.  The camera man was standing behind her, instructed to film her from that angle, only getting a view of her backside and her face through the mirror.  She had on a pair of yoga pant leggings and a pink and grey sports bra.  Her blonde locks had been pulled up and back away from her face.  She was looking down at the sink but she already knew that the camera was recording.  She takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out before looking up at the mirror, her eyes connecting with the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œOur match is only EIGHT days away, Samantha.  Does that make you feel nervous?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side, still staring at the camera with a slightly deranged look in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œI'm not sure if you should feel anything but scared.”

She slowly turns the sink on and the camera man steps forward to record as she washes what appears to be blood off of her hands.  She hums to the tune of Creep by Radiohead.  She continues to scrub her hands, the water turning a pinkish color as she finishes washing.  She glances up at the camera, a sick smirk crossing her face.

;;Mikah  â€œYou wanted something different.  You wanted a different Mikah and well, you've got it.  You want me to stop being so … drunk all the time, fine.  But there's something that has to replace that drinking habit and I promise you that nobody will like it.  Everybody will be begging me to go back to drinking after I make a mess out of you, Samantha.  You will be pleading with me to pick up the bottle by the time our match is over.”

She carefully dries her hands before tossing it on the ground before leaning on the sink a bit.

;;Mikah  â€œThe Mikah you all thought you knew is gone.  And I don't know if she'll ever be back.  You want me to start acting like the top Bombshell that I am?  Fine but that comes with repercussions.  If you want to talk smack about me backstage, you WILL have to pay the price.  One by one, I will pick off you silly little cretins and I will make an example out of you.  I will paint the canvas with your disgusting blood then wash it off of my hands as if I had just committed a murder.”

She smirks at the mirror, a sinister look passing through her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œYou think that I was unstoppable before?  Just wait.  It only gets better from here on out.  There will be no silly games when it comes to you trashy women that I work with.  I will not hesitate to kick you in the face just because I AM better than you.  And I'm not just saying that I'm better than you to say it; I've proved it these past eight months.  There is NOBODY better than me.  NOBODY.”

She sneers a bit at the camera through the mirror.

;;Mikah  â€œSamantha, I want you to think long and hard about how badly you want to go through with this match.  How badly do you want to bleed through your mouth?  Do you like to breathe?  Do you like to talk to Benjamin Jordan and your stupid sister, Cynthia?”

She tilts her head to the side a bit, looking directly at the camera once more as she looks in the mirror at it.

;;Mikah  â€œBecause after next Sunday you won't get that luxury.  I won't make it physically possible for you to say anything at all without crying due to the pain it will cause you.  I'm not somebody you or those tramps want to piss off but there you went and pissed me off.  You want to call me out because I like to drink or in this case, I liked to drink.  You want to insult MY character because of what I choose to do when I'm not booked in a match but still required to be there in person.  And I don't mind being at the shows because I'm the champion and I should be there.  But there's a difference in doing something and sitting around because there isn't anything for you to do.”

She stops, pausing for a moment to think about her words and let them sink in.  She takes another deep breath before turning and finally facing the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œI am not going to doubt that you're a good competitor, Samantha. I'm not going to say that you're a super shitty wrestler and that you should just go back to doing simplistic stuff like kissing Benjamin's ass.  Or sucking his dick, whichever it is you do.  But I am going to say this: I am better than you are in the ring.  I'm light years ahead of you in the ring.  There is not one thing that you can say that will make me think otherwise.  What other champion does this company have currently employed that's been holding their championship belt for almost eight months?!  That's right absolutely NONE.  I am the only current champion that has held her championship consistently for eight months.”

She stretches a bit before looking at the camera, dead on.

;;Mikah  â€œYou'll be stupid to think that you can walk into the match and underestimate me as the champion.  You and your stupid, crackbrained friends want to state that I'm an unfit champion, go for it.  But I plan on doing severe damage to your trachea and windpipe.  Do you know what it feels like to be struggling for a breath of air?  Because I don't know what that's like.”

She smirks and slowly slides her tongue over her bottom lip, licking it slowly as she leans against the sink.

;;Mikah  â€œHowever, I do know what it feels like to have pathetic women clawing at my boot as I pull their head closer to me, their throat being crushed against my boot as they struggle for air.  It's such a....satisfying feeling to think that I hold so much power over anybody's life in that position.  I wonder if my victims wonder if they're going to pass out or if I'm ever going to let go...”

She tilts her head to the side, letting the statement linger between her and the camera.  She lets the room stay quiet, only the steady drip from the faucet could be heard.

;;Mikah  â€œI could go conduct interviews and ask my previous victims how it feels but I don't want to talk to them.  I do however, want to talk to you, Samantha.  I want to know how your life will be different after you faill to take my championship away from me.  How will you feel after I shatter your dreams at your pathetic, ugly clown feet?  Will you crumble in despair?  Or will you be the annoying twit I believe you to be?  Will be flittering around, just happy that you got the chance to go up against me for my championship?  I believe that is what you will do because that is how I perceive you to be.  I don't see you pouting or throwing a fit because you can't fucking hack it in a wrestling ring.  Why did you think you ever could?  Especially when you're going up against somebody of my caliber?”

A laugh escapes Mikah's throat and she lets her head tilt back as she does so.  She straightens herself back up before adjusting her sports bra.

;;Mikah  â€œI know, I know.  Not everybody can be on my level.  It's hard for anybody to do, I understand it completely.  I've broken records for the past eight months.  I've been a thorn in Christian Underwood's side.  I've broken more records again.  It's just routine that I do so and I wouldn't want to disappoint my fans, now would I?”

She laughs again before looking down at her shoes.  She stops, letting the silence linger between her and the camera man.  He didn't stop filming as she studies her shoes, tilting her head to the side just a little bit as if there was something wrong with her shoes.  She hums again, as if she wasn't filming a promo.  She looks up at the camera, a glint in her eyes.

;;Mikah  â€œYou're right; I don't give a fuck about the fans.  What have they EVER done for me?  Do they cheer for me when I walk out to the ring?  Do they chant my fucking name when I'm in that wrestling ring?!  NO!”

She turns back around to face the mirror, glaring at her reflection.

;;Mikah  â€œDo you think that they know what talent is?”

She looks at the mirror, tilting her head to the right just a little bit.

;;Mikah  â€œOf course they fucking don't.  They cheer for baboons like Roxi Johnson and yourself, Samantha.  They don't cheer for people who are actually good in the ring.  Because if they did, they'd be cheering for me.  They wouldn't be cheering for you or Roxi.  Because if they actually knew what they were fucking doing, they wouldn't be so fucking stupid that I would have to spell it out for them.  Maybe somebody needs to out there actually doing play-by-play on a microphone so that they can understand every move that I am doing as I do it.  But no.  They choose to cheer for freaks like you and Roxi because you're nice and sweet and fucking disgusting.”

She sneers and turns her nose up in disgust.

;;Mikah  â€œThe fans aren't important.  You're not even important, Samantha.  You are the Bombshell I chose to make an example out of to send a message backstage to those other crackheads.  They like to pretend that they're better than I am simply because they have fans or they have friends.  Well, I don't need friends to kick ass in this ring.  The few friends that I DO have are enough; I don't need an entire locker room to have my back.  All I need is my championship belt and I'm perfectly happy with not spending any time with the cretins backstage.”

She looks at her reflection again.

;;Mikah  â€œThe days are ticking by, Samantha.  They're going by incredibly fast and before we know it, My Bloody Valentine will be here.  You'll be in the back preparing to go into a battle that you think you can win and I'll be going into a battle knowing that there will be only ONE outcome.  And that outcome is simple and if you accept it now, maybe just MAYBE you won't go home completely broken hearted.   Let me spell it out for you...”

She pulls something out of the hidden pocket in the waistband of her yoga pants and opens the cap to reveal a tube of red lipstick.  She takes the cap off and twists it so the lipstick was up.  She leans in and writes on the mirror in big, bold letters:

M I K A H WINS.

;;Mikah  â€œThis is going to be the outcome come next Sunday.  Because nothing else will be acceptable.  You wouldn't be able to handle being champion and I'm not ready to step down from the position.  Sorry but I'm sticking around for a long, long time.”

She winks at the camera.

;;Mikah  â€œAnd I'm sorry if that puts a bubble in your original plan of winning MY championship but I have records to break and more people to piss off.  So I hope you're ready for a war that's brewing....Because I am.”

She winks at the camera again before tossing the red lipstick in the sink and turning to face the camera.  An evil

[Christian Underwood]

 All RPs posted now count towards RP Period Two.

Second RP Period Deadline:
United States: 11:59pm EST Friday 02/12/2016
England: 04:59am Saturday 02/13/2016

[Mikah]

 

<div style="width: 695px; margin: auto;"><text align=right><p align=”Right”> "THE TONIGHT SHOW."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK.
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE: 6
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: MEDIUM
SCENE i
REC•

FEBRUARY 8, 2016—Monday.

Mikah had at last minute alter her plans to go to California when Ruby had called her, saying that she had managed to get Mikah a spot on the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. That hadn't made Christian very happy but he was okay with altering the plans a little bit, as long as they still went to California by Tuesday. She sighs as she sits in the back dressing room, waiting for her spot. She was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine and trying to ignore the people that filtered in and out of the room, checking on her and making sure that she was okay. She tried to be pleasant and half way decent to them but she had snapped at the last guy had waltzed in and asked if she was okay. He hadn't came back to check on her since.

≥≥RUBY“Mikah, please try to be pleasant. I know it's a struggle for you but please.”

She makes a face at her personal assistant before standing up and tugging at the short, tight skirt of the purple dress that she was wearing for the show. She didn't mind dresses but sometimes, they proved to be a bit of a pain in the ass. She looks down at the silver glitter stiletto pumps that she had bought the week before. She adored them and they were super comfortable.

;;MIKAH “Oh please. Those interns could probably afford to be roughed up a bit.”

She wasn't worried about how she treated them. She was only worried about the time that she apparently was wasting backstage. She jumps just a bit as a knock at the door startles her just a bit. She walks over and opens the door to see a different man she hadn't seen for the entire time she'd been hidden in the back.

++BACKSTAGE WORKER “It's almost time, ma'am. Please, follow me.”

Mikah glances back at Ruby, who gets up and hands her her Bombshell Championship. Mikah slings the belt over her shoulder before following the man through the maze of the backstage area. All the while, they were walking he was helping her with the mic and all the other stuff that went along with it. She tried her best not to snap at him as they got to the curtain area.

++BACKSTAGE WORKER “Okay, two minutes. He'll announce you then you walk on.”

Mikah gives the man a look.

;;MIKAH “I'm not sure that I can handle that.”

She rolls her eyes as she peers out at the live studio TV audience. It was a little more nerve wracking to b there in front of them instead of an arena with thousands of fans in attendance. Maybe because it was closer or maybe it was that she would be more candid in front of them than she was when she was actually in the ring, competing in a physical match.

++BACKSTAGE WORKER “Annnnd go.”

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “She is the Bombshell Champion for Sin City Wrestling. She has been breaking their records for the past eight months. She is Mikah!”

She takes a deep breath before stepping out onto the stage and smiling the best she could without looking tortured. She waves at the fans, who cheered for her even though they'd normally boo for her. She waves a bit before walking over to the desk where Jimmy was normally seated behind. He stands up and gives her a handshake before he sits back down and she sits in the chair closest to his desk.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Welcome to the show! This is your first time on the show, correct?”

She nods her head before putting her championship down across her lap so she didn't have to hold it up.

;;MIKAH “Yes it is. First time I've been on a late night talk show to be honest.”

She peers out into the crowd before looking back at Jimmy, plastering a fake smile on her face.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Well, then I guess we should consider ourselves lucky that you chose us.”

She just raises an eyebrow and shrugs her shoulders at the talk show host.  She flips her straight blonde locks over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œYep.  That’d be you; lucky.”

The audience chuckle a bit and Mikah turns her attention to them for a split second or so before looking back at Jimmy.

Æ’Æ’JIMMY FALLON  â€œSo Mikah, wrestling can be a tedious profession. You're on the road practically every day. You're a mother of a young girl right? How do you make time for your family when the industry is so demanding?”

She pauses, thinking for a moment.

;;MIKAH  â€œI am a mother.  Leighton is ten years old now and well, it’s typically just me and her.  But when I am on the road, she has a nanny that’s there with her most of the time.  It’s easier now, now that SCW is back in the states and done with the overseas touring; it was most definitely harder then to be a mother to a ten year old girl.  But now, I just come back to NYC at least two days out of the week.”

She tucks her hair behind her ears as she looks at him before crossing her right leg over her left, trying to appear as if she was comfortable on the stage.

Æ’Æ’JIMMY FALLON  â€œI know personally I'm never home enough, it's hard to imagine. SCW recently signed a former colleague of yours, a guy you had a  romantic past with. Chris Burden, how will you adjust to having an ex nipping at your heels everywhere you go?”

She shrugs her shoulders before looking down at her perfectly manicured nails.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’m not sure how it will go.  It could become quite interesting but I’m rather lucky, I don’t have to be too social with the annoying twits that I work with.  Barely social with anybody as it is unless your name is Christian Othniel.”

She shrugs her slender shoulders a bit before smirking over at Jimmy.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut on the occasion that Burden and I might run into each other, I’m sure it will be awkward enough.  But I’m sure I can handle it.  I mean, it has to be better than facing Veronica Taylor in a wrestling ring; anything is better than that.”

She shudders at her own mention of the self proclaimed founder of the now deceased group, Mean Girls.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “With your pending divorce with Gavin Stephens you aren't a little bit worried that Chris will try sipping on that kool-aid?”

She pauses at the mention of her divorce with Gavin being brought up.  She still wasn’t sure if she was supposed to feel remorse for the deterioration of the marriage or not.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know.  Maybe but maybe not.  The last time I saw Christopher was probably not a very easy time of my life.   I was going through some...things at the time and maybe he remembers that vividly and maybe he doesn’t.  But I’m not going to be worried about it, just like I’m not worried about my divorce.”

She lets a shrug roll off of her shoulders. She wasn’t even going to try to fake remorse for the failed marriage.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Let's pull away from your personal life for a second and dabble into your professional one. You are the reigning women's champion at SCW for the last eight months, do the other women on the roster make you nervous? I can't imagine what it must be like having that huge target on your back.”

She takes a deep breath, letting the words resonate in her brain as she looks out into the audience as if they had an answer for her.

;;MIKAH  â€œI know what the proper answer would be.  What a normal person would say, what my opponent would probably say to that but they don’t make me anxious.  I’ve beaten almost everybody on that roster.  With the exception of a small, select few.  I’ve been the one that’s been unbeatable, not them.  Only recently, did I suffer my first singles loss since May of 2015, so there’s not much about the Bombshell roster to be nervous about.  But as for the target on my back?  That’s the biggest thing, the only thing that makes me have any anxiety.  I don’t know who will be the next opponent for me.  I was lucky because I got to choose my opponent for My Bloody Valentine II.”

She lets out the breath before smirking a bit arrogantly at Jimmy before looking around the studio.

Æ’Æ’JIMMY FALLON  â€œThat's Sam Marlowe correct? For the Bombshell Championship! Tell the viewers a little about Sam Marlowe for the people that don't watch wrestling.”

Mikah purses her lips together momentarily as she tries to think of something to say about her opponent.

;;MIKAH  â€œOther than the fact that she’s your ordinary nice girl?”

Mikah lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she rolls her eyes a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œShe’s only been with the company since July of 2015 and she wasn’t big enough of a name for me to even recognize her at the time; I was still basking in the ambience that is my success.  But her sister Cyn Marlowe used to be a Bombshell, once upon a time.  So, she has that working against her, always trying to step out of the shadow from her big sister.  She’s had a few matches with Veronica Taylor that she’s won but she hasn’t really gone up against anybody that would really give her a run for her money.  Up until now, obviously.  Don’t quote me on that, I don’t pay attention to the early matches of the show; I’m usually too busy main eventing and stealing the show.”

She smirks before winking at him before adjusting her championship belt in her lap.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Shots fired Sam Marlowe! If you were to be completely honest with me Mikah, you're not a little worried every time you step out there it will be your last with the championship? Everyone loves an underdog story.”

She sighs a bit, running her fingertips through her straight, luscious locks of hair.

;;MIKAH  â€œHonestly? Yes but that’s only normal but I’ve grown accustomed to always dissecting my opponent mentally and physically , so losing would be a shock.  And I don’t mean a silly match that means nothing, I mean losing the championship would be a shock straight to the core.  Especially if you didn’t see it coming.”

She smiles again before raising an eyebrow at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd you’re right, everybody does love an underdog story.  Nobody expected me beat Raynin back in May but I did.  So I guess, history could repeat itself.  And as much as I love this championship, it might be kind of nice not to have it in my possession.  But let’s be fair, I’m not just going to lie down and let some nasty eager-to-please girl just take it from me.  It won’t be easy for her; not one bit.”

She chews on the inside of her bottom lip, thinking about the upcoming match on Sunday before looking back over at Jimmy.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Well we certainly wish you the best. If you had one thing you could say to Sam Marlowe what would it be? Aside from the pending ass whooping.”

She raises an eyebrow before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat she better get used to the idea that she will most likely be walking out of My Bloody Valentine with shattered dreams and nothing to take home with her.  Other than her broken pride and tears of sorrow.  Oh, and hashtagging done on Twitter does NOT mean you win a Twitter war.”

Mikah just simply shrugs her shoulders as she crosses her legs the other way before tugging at the short skirt of her dress.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Twitter? What happened on Twitter? Please elaborate on that. I must have missed it.”

Mikah chuckles before looking at Jimmy.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt was stupid, really.”

Jimmy Fallon quickly interrupts the SCW Bombshell.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Nothing is ever stupid on Twitter, give me the goods.”

A sigh escapes Mikah’s lips before looking at Jimmy.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, let’s first get down to WHY the Twitter war even started.  She insinuated in one of her silly, stupid interviews with Ms. Rocky Mountains that I had walked into SCW and got a title shot handed to me.  I sent out a tweet laughing about it and correcting her and she had the audacity to state that was not what she meant.  But she clearly stated it in her interview.  Whether that’s how she wanted me or anybody else to perceive it, is up for discussion.  So, basically it was about that.  Oh and the fact that her and the other sniveling skanks signed a petition about their locker room and about my choices in life.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at the thought of that, it only bringing irritation to her life.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “What's your Twitter handle? I'm going to have to get into some of that drama. Before we conclude this segment is there anything else you'd like to say to Sam Marlowe, the wrestling community or just the world?”

She lets out a brief chuckle before squirming just a bit in her seat.

;;MIKAH  â€œMy Twitter handle is Dirty Little Girl but the i in dirty is a ONE.  And no spaces.”

She thinks for a moment, trying to decide if she did have anything else she wanted to say.

;;MIKAH  â€œSamantha Marlowe wants people to think that I only chose her because I thought she was an easy win.  A push over and everything that is associated with those words.  I chose her because she seemed like the lesser of the other evils I had to choose from.  It’s not like I felt that the other crybabies deserved a shot at my championship.  Sure, Samantha doesn’t even technically deserve a shot but I wasn’t about to give Celeste the Twatwaffle a shot or Crystal Millar, who’s already had TWO shots and failed.  And don’t even ask about Natalie whatever her last name is.  She’s not important; just a trollop chasing after a married man.”\

She smirks again before looking at Jimmy.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you have anything else you’d like to know?  About my career or life?”

She looks to him again, waiting as patiently as Mikah can.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “Maybe just your phone number. I'm only kidding, my wife would kill me. But seriously you can totally write it down on that napkin.”

Jimmy pushes the napkin by his mug over in Mikah’s direction as he looks towards the opposing direction humming a tune.  She raises an eyebrow at him before writing her number down with a shrug of her shoulders.

ƒƒJIMMY FALLON “That's all I have for you Mikah, I'd like to thank you for coming on the show. I'd wish you luck for your upcoming match but from what I've heard here today; Sam Marlowe needs that luck. Mikah everybody! Be sure to check out the current SCW Bombshell champion at My Bloody Valentine two as she defends her title!”

She stands up and tugs at the short skirt of her dress.  She slings her championship belt back over her right shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œThanks for having me; I’m sure it was your pleasure.”

She grins at him before winking at him before shaking his hand and walking off the studio’s stage, not bothering to even wave at the live studio audience.

<text align=right> <p align=”Right”> "Up in the Air."
LOCATION: NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK JFK AIRPORT.
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE:5
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
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FEBRUARY 9, 2016—Tuesday EARLY morning..

Airports were a horrible place to be, however it was an even worse place to be at 5 am with your best friend and your ex and your plane was delayed at least an hour or two due to weather.  Mikah was sitting in between Chris Burden and Christian Othniel, not looking exactly thrilled to be put in that situation.  She had her arms crossed loosely over her chest as she tugs her North Face jacket closer to her body before scowling a bit over at Burden and then tugged at her yoga pants.  Comfort was her best friend at such an early time in the morning.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis is ALL your fault, Christopher.”

Because of course, he could control the weather and all the unforeseen circumstances.  She scowls a bit more before pulling her feet up so that they were on the chair that she was sitting on and her knees were bent.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  â€œWho is this Chris wannabe over here? Looking kind of homely bud.” Before a breath could escape Christian’s lips Chris cut him off. “Glad to see you got over that little condition Miks, looking fat though.”

She scowls at him before kicking his thigh with her foot.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd you look like you have eaten anything since who knows when.  Sure you can still hack it in a wrestling ring?  You’re looking a bit scrawny.”

She shoots him a glare before giving Christian an apologetic look.

;;MIKAH  â€œSorry that you have to deal with his poor behavior and lack of social skills, Mase.”

She sighs before patting Christian’s arm in an affectionate way.  She then shoots another dirty look in Burden’s direction.  She grabs her bottle of coconut water and twists the lid off before taking another drink from it, finishing the last swallow then throwing the empty bottle at Burden with a smirk.

;;MIKAH  â€œOops.  Sorry.”

She gives him a fake pouty look before rolling her eyes before looking over at Christian, who was trying his best not to talk to Burden.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Awe princess, you look like you have something to say? Before you do why don't you reach into your purse Mase and order the adults a few rounds. Allow the grown ups a chance to mingle.”

Chris reaches over Mikah and gives Christian a pat on the back, he could see that Mikah was becoming infuriated by the situation but who could blame her. Her ex fling was impeding on her relationship with Christian and every syllable this man spoke came with an insult.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you ever shut up, Christopher?!  Jesus.”

She huffs a bit before standing up and giving him a dirty look before choosing to go over to the Starbucks located in the airport.  She didn’t know if it was safe to leave Christian with Burden but she didn’t care at the moment.  She glances back at the two before shaking her head as she walks up to the counter, staring at the menu.

;;MIKAH  â€œGrande white chocolate mocha, please.”

She waits for the Barista to do her job then swipes her credit card to pay for the drink before glancing back over at Burden and Christian.  She places the card back in her wallet then places the wallet back in her purse.  She waits for the drink to be made before grabbing the cup from the Barista and then traipsing back over to the two.

;;MIKAH  â€œHopefully you learned some social skills while I was gone, Christopher.”

Chris leans over towards Mikah after she had sat down between the two, he nudges his lips towards her ear as if to whisper before snatching the Mocha from her grip. Mikah gasps as Chris pops the top off the mocha. He reaches beneath him and rummages in the duffle bag below. Clinching the cup firm so Miks can't take it, Burden withdrawals a pint of Johnnie Walker. Pouring half of Mikah's white chocolate mocha on the floor, he begins to refill the missing content with alcohol.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “ I'm a social butterfly doll face, thanks for the pick me up by the way. Pity you didn't bring dipshit and yourself one back.”

Chris lets out a coy grin as he takes a drink from the paper cup. She scowls at him, trying not to scream as she slowly lets a breath of air out through her nose as she glares daggers at him.  However, she stops for a moment, thinking before looking over at Christian, who was stuck in this painfully awkward situation.

;;MIKAH  â€œPity I didn’t let you drive yourself.”

She gives him a smirk before looking at Christian then back over at Burden.  She leans over closer to Christian and whispers something in his ear before kissing his cheek.  She hands him her card as he gets up to go get her a new drink and something for himself.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  â€œThat's so cute, you tell the sniveling little bitch to fetch and he fetches. Where did you find this new flavor of the month anyways?”

She smirks at him before turning to look at him, an arrogant look in her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œHe was in IRX with us.  Oh wait, that was after you.”

She tilts her head to the side, looking him over for a moment.  She moves so she’s sitting criss cross style in the chair.

;;MIKAH  â€œI’ve known him for a long time, by the way.  If you must know every little detail about the friends and people I have in my life.”

She glances over at the Starbucks cafe before looking back at Burden. His eyes were glossed over, still fixated on the beverage in his hand. It was as if he never heard a word she spoke. That's the way he was with Mikah, a person he treasured in his life. Having him confess to it was a lost cause.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Think he’ll bring back some food? Was on a binder last night, could really use the pick me up.”

It was a Rhetorical question, even though he had been nothing but nice to the gentlemen in question, Christian was obviously insecure over the situation at hand. Burden gives Miks the quick up and down before throwing his arm over her shoulder just as Christian walks back. Mikah shrugs the gesture off but Chris already got the response he wanted from Mase by the expression on his mug.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “This is a long flight right? We're going to have so much fun.”

Mikah shoots a glare at him before taking the cup from Christian and then grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him down, closer to her before kissing him full on the mouth.  She didn’t care if it was in public or in front of her ex that she probably still had feelings for.  She pulls back roughly five seconds or so later and winks at him before he sits back down, trying not to respond to Burden’s antics.

;;MIKAH  â€œI should’ve told them to put your seat in the way, way back.  You know, with the dogs.”

She smiles at him, an overly sweet one that was so obviously fake.  She looks at him before taking a sip of her drink, relishing the taste of it on her tongue before patting Christian’s thigh to thank him.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Glad to know you're still a blonde love. They place the dogs below, you might want to know that for future references next time you check O’Donald is it? I digress though, you can't lead the blind.”

Chris seemed to enjoy listening to himself speak. Deep down he was livid, Mikah knew that kiss would push his buttons. On the outside he remained calm and collected, internally his stomach was in knots. That could partially be because of the scotch. To remove any sense of emotion Burden quickly downed the remainder of the coffee cocktail. Mikah watched him, trying to see if she could see any emotions on his face but couldn’t.  She resists the urge to pout before looking at Christian.  She grabs his hand and laces her fingers with his.

;;MIKAH  â€œI apologize I didn't explain it to you better. Usually they allow the nipping little chihuahuas like yourself as carry on.  Better hope you have your own money, because I’m not paying for your drinks on the plane.  You’re lucky I even GOT you a ticket in first class with Mase and myself.”

She looks at him before sipping on her drink, her eyes on his.  She wasn’t sure what would happen on the plane.  The plan was for her to be in the middle seat, even though she liked the window seat better but she didn’t want to take a chance on being stuck between the window and Burden, leaving Christian to sit in the aisle seat.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Of course I have my own money. When you went to the restroom I swiped one of your credit cards from your purse. It's poor airport edicate to leave your bag unattended you know?”

A mischievous grin carries across his lips as he stares back at the fuming Miks. She was always so intoxicating to him when she was all fired up.  She glares at him, a scowl on her face.  Christian excuses himself to go use the bathroom, wanting to get that out of his system before boarding the plane.  Mikah looks at Burden, glaring at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re such an asshole, you know that?!”

She scowls at him again before rolling her eyes at him.  She crosses her arms over her chest, pouting a bit.  She knew that she shouldn’t let him get to her but sometimes, it was hard to ignore him.

%%Airport Announcer Lady  â€œFlight to LAX is now boarding.”

Mikah wrinkles her nose at Burden before standing up and grabbing her small carry on bag before stopping, realizing that Christian was still in the bathroom.  She didn’t want to board yet, wanting to make sure she could maneuver the seating situation the way she wanted.  She presses her lips together before looking at Burden as people are standing in line to board.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Let's go sweet cheeks!”

Her plan in one moment was foiled. Burden reached out and grabbed her by the hand. Ushering them to the front of the line to board. Mikah made Chris pull her full weight but it was to no avail. They began to board as Mikah casually stood in the aisle.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “ I know how much you love the window seat, get in there.

Christopher gave Mikah a much needed shove into the window seat before he flopped in beside her. He wasn't going to ride this entire flight watching them love birds kiss and touch one another. He had his own agenda to run. She whimpers gazing out the window, refusing to look at him as he sits directly next to her on the plane.  She hears a grumble and looks over to see Christian standing there, a bit awkwardly as he realizes he has to sit in the aisle seat.

;;MIKAH  â€œSorry, moron over here didn’t give me much of a choice.”

She looks at Christian, an apologetic look in her eyes but Christian just shrugs before putting his carry on above them in the storage compartments before sitting down and putting on the seatbelt.  Mikah hisses at Burden before buckling her own seatbelt

;;MIKAH  â€œYou’re such a jerk.”

She whispers to him, careful so that Christian didn’t hear her words.  She pulls out her phone, turning her attention to Twitter and her text messages.  Her pearly whites gleam, the animosity leaving her eyes for a moment as she opens up a text from her daughter, Leighton.  She reads it before typing a response and sending it before opening up her Twitter app. Chris catches glimpse of her phone. He didn't appreciate the sentiment. He simply couldn't just be ignored.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Psst, get off your phone. The entertainment is sitting right next to you.”

She looks at him, but just barely acknowledges him before turning her attention back to her phone, a smirk playing on her face.  She could easily play this game until the plane took off; she often ignored Gavin in their arguments, because opting for the silent treatment was always the best plan.  She glances over Burden to look at Christian, who had turned his iPod on and had headphones over his ear, already listening to the music.  She pouts as the announcement comes on to turn off the cell phones and put them away.  She takes one last glance at Twitter before exiting the application and then staring at the background of Leighton.  She turns off her phone before putting the device back into her purse before shooting Burden the wicked eye..  She wondered how long he would tolerate the silent treatment.  She knew she wouldn’t be able to last long giving it to him either.  He wasn’t as easy to tune out as her soon-to-be ex husband had been.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Ooooh Christian? I'm about to make this real uncomfortable Miks.”

His finger tips walked up her thigh, his head tilted towards Christian. He turns to Mikah and glares into her eyes with his baby blues.  She slaps his hand away from her thigh.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “It's your call how this flight goes cupcake. We can just be civil with one another or I can give ole Mase a reason to take them earbuds out.”

;;MIKAH  â€œCivil?!  I feel like a...prisoner!”

Maybe it was a little dramatic, maybe it wasn’t but sometimes it worked for her.  She looks at him, challenging him with her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œI could be sitting in the middle and you wouldn’t have to deal with the issue of me being pissed at you.”

She hisses at him even though there was no real reason to talk quietly as Christian couldn’t hear anyways.  She looks at him before glancing at Christian before crossing her arms over her chest.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd I don’t see how much more uncomfortable you can make it, toots.”

She sticks her tongue out at him in a childish manner before leaning back against her seat, watching him. It wasn't wise to challenge him. He would always accept it. His lips curled upward at her adolescent gesture.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “What's the wager?”

She tried to play coy but Burden wasn't about to bite. Miks looked at him puzzled, trying to defuse whatever shenanigans would follow. His elbow nudged her in the side expecting an answer.  She didn't budge, she was just as stubborn as he was. That's was made Chris always gravitate back to her. She was his equal and the balance he so desperately needed.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “How about this? I'll make a truce with you for the remainder of the flight. I won't say another peep. The price? One big fat sloppy kiss. “

She wrinkles her nose at him.  She wasn’t about to give him a kiss because that would be playing right into his hands.

;;MIKAH  â€œOr I can go back to simply ignoring you.  How bad can it be?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, curious as to what he could exactly do to make her any more uncomfortable than she already was. With that being said Chris Burden stands up in mid flight and stalks into the aisle. He makes sure to give Christian a solid nudge. Standing there momentarily he begins peeling off clothes. His voice starts butchering a tune. It was “buttercup” by the temptations. His attention is keen on Mikah and he makes sure his audience is well aware. The shirt comes off first,spinning it above his head in a helicopter fashion and tossing it at Mikah. His hands caress his stomach and chest. He pauses as his finger tips reach the button on his pants.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Well?”

Her eyes were wide as she stares at him, she couldn’t believe that he had actually done that.  She looks around, most of the eyes were on her. She wanted to know where the damn flight attendants were!  She blushes a bit before smirking at Burden.  Christian did not look amused but Mikah takes it upon herself to move herself into Burden’s seat, smirking at him before leaning over and planting a kiss on Christian’s lips, just to irritate Burden some more.

;;MIKAH  â€œWell, what?  I got the seat I wanted…”

She winks at him, a joyful smirk on her face. Chris simply shrugs as the flight attendant wheels up behind him with her cart. He pushes by the cart and swoops her into his arms? Arching her back in a romantic gesture as he plants a wet one on the flight attendant. He stands her upright and follows it with a firm smack on her derrière. The flight attendant lets out a sigh as she wipes her lips. Her face turns ruby red, cowering it in the flight jacket. Looking back at Miks he grins before grabbing a glass of tomato juice from the attendants cart. Malicious intent encumbered his brow. He fakes a stumble trying to get the the now window seat bobbling the cup before dumping the juice all over Mikah's lap.   She lets out a loud squeal as the juice splashes all over her wardrobe.  She looks at him before looking down at her now wet lap.  She growls at him, teeth bearing before grabbing her carry on bag and marching to the bathroom to change.  She was not very happy and was lucky that she had enough foresight to put a pair of jean shorts in the carry on bag.  It takes her a few minutes to change and wipe up the mess before she shoves the wet yoga pants into her bag and marches back out to the cabin of the plane.  She stops and takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as she walks back to her row of seats to see Burden sitting in the middle seat again. His enchanting blue eyes staring directly up at her, amused with himself. She pouts a bit before tugging at the short length of the shorts,leaning down and pecking Christian on the lips just to antagonize Burden one last time before she scoots into her seat, back to to them.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou are a pain.”

She mutters, struggling to move over Burden’s feet to get to her seat. He pulls her down on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. His nose nuzzles the nape of her neck. His voice softly murmurs into her ear.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “The truce and conditions are still on the table, I'd take them if I were you.”.

He moistened his lips and gave a pucker making little smacking noises. She struggles on his lap before relaxing back against him before wiggling her hips just so, grinding gently against him.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou sure I should take them?”

She whispers gently as she continues to grind her rear on his lap. She could play a game of her own, if he wanted to do so.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don’t know...doesn’t sound very promising to me…”

She bites her bottom lip bringing it in between her teeth as she grinds her butt into his groin. His eyes roll back into his head completely in trance from Mikah. He lets out a brief chuckle, knowing damn well what he's about to say will destroy this moment.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “No, no we don't have to. Instead we can talk about the first thing that pops up.”

She hesitates and stops moving momentarily. She blushes but hides her face from him so he couldn’t see.  But she continues to roll her hips against him, curious to see how far she could push him.

;;MIKAH  â€œAre you sure anything’s going to pop up?”

The right side of her lip curls up into a smirk at him turning her face to look at him, looking into his eyes for a moment, grinding just little bit harder against him.

;;MIKAH  â€œCause I don’t know. . .”

She winks at him batting her long lashes, leaning her back against his chest, getting more comfortable against him.  She wiggles her hips in a shimmying way to stay comfortable. Now locked in total bliss, Chris clenches his arms tightly around her. She knew exactly what to do, her hips moving to a erotic beat.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Trust me, couple more seconds of this and you'll feel the turkey timer pop.”

Everything about her consumed him. Her smell was intoxicating, he drank it in with every breath he took. He couldn't help but reminisce all the times he had with her. The history, the heartache and now this unorthodox reunion. He held her tight against him, soothed in her warmth. He embellished in this moment, no matter how brief. Trying to not make it blatantly obvious.  She bites down onto her bottom lip, clearly he was lasting longer than she imagined and she was curious as to why people weren’t throwing a fit about it but she decided not to worry about it.  She grind softly against him, relaxing against him as if they weren’t in a unique situation.  She stops though, after realizing what was going on and that he wasn’t protesting how she thought he would.  She squirms, before pulling out of his embrace, her cheeks flushing pink before she scrambles back into her seat.

;;MIKAH  â€œMaybe….that truce isn’t a bad idea.”

She mutters a bit before looking out the window.  She remembered the feelings she’d had for him when they were together, explicitly.  She had been so good at blocking her feelings lately and she didn’t know if she could handle them at the moment. He let a deep sigh escape before turning to Christian who had caught a glimpse of what was happening. Chris Burden places his hand on Christian’s shoulder and shoves him into the aisle.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Way to cock block bro!”

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LOCATION: SOMEWHERE IN CALIFORNIA..
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE:5
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: LOW
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FEBRUARY 9, 2016—Tuesday AFTERNOON

Mikah had been rid of Burden for a good few hours as he had been arrested the minute the flight landed for being drunk and disorderly.  They were glorious hours; hours she spent with Christian.  But now she was getting phone calls from a number that she didn't know.  She looks at her Samsung Galaxy S6 edge as it rings again, the same number calling again. She sighs before swiping to the right to answer.

;;MIKAH “Hello….?”

Mikah sighs and gives Christian a look.  The person on the other end, spoke telling her of how they had her husband behind bars and what the bail money would cost. She glares at the phone, as if the person on the other end could see her dirty look.

;;MIKAH “Maybe I will just leave my so-called husband in jail overnight!”

She doesn't give the person a chance to answer before pressing the end button on her phone.  She was seething mad and not because Burden was in jail but rather because he had told them she was his wife.  And now, if she were to leave him there things would somehow get out and shed be that wife.  She didn't want to be that wife but she wasn't even his wife but they thought she was. And that's what mattered.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat fucking asshole!!”

Christian looks over at her and raises an eyebrow, curious as to what she was on about. She glowers at him, even though her anger wasn't pointed at him.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œWhat'd he do?”

;;MIKAH  â€œHe fucking told those idiots that I was his wife!  I can't believe him!  And I'm obviously going to have to go bail him out because I would never hear the end of it…”

Christian sighs a bit before looking at her.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œHe's going to have to stay here, in your room isn't he?”

Mikah stops dead in her train of thought and in her tracks.  She hadn't thought about that. She didn't think past the part of bailing him out because she was too upset to think farther.

;;MIKAH  â€œThere's a couch, Mase.  This is a suite, he can sleep on the couch.”

Christian just shakes his head. He'd already figured out the type of person Chris Burden was and he knew that wouldn't fly very well.

»»CHRISTIAN OTHNIEL  â€œLook, it's okay, Miks. I have some stuff to do in Cali anyways.  I'll catch you later.”

He didn't give Mikah the opportunity to reply before leaving the hotel suite. She watches him before feeling a flush of anger before grabbing her purse and leaving the hotel suite and then soon after, the hotel itself and getting a cab.

The ride only took roughly fifteen to twenty minutes before she found herself in front of the LAPD office. She presses her lips together before handing the driver his money and then some before walking into the building.  She walls up to the front desk and looks at the rather manly looking woman sitting behind the desk.  It surprises Mikah a bit and she hesitates for roughly two minutes, just staring at the woman.

++Woman  â€œCan I help you?”

Mikah stares for a second longer before giving the woman a dirty look.

;;MIKAH “First of all, yes you can and secondly, don't be a bitch.  I need to bail out a man of the name Christopher Burden.”

The woman checks on a few things via her computer before looking at the buxom blonde.

++Woman  â€œYou his wife?”

Mikah clenches her jaw a bit at the sound of the sentence before nodding her head with a forced smile on her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œYep.  That's me. But before I bail his ass out, can I see him first?  Please.”

The woman rolls her eyes before shouting something over her shoulder.  Within the minute, an officer walks up the front to get Mikah to take her to the holding cells.  Mikah tugs at her shorts a bit before following the officer through the building to the holding cells.  She smirks as she sees her supposed husband behind bars.

;;MIKAH “I think this is a look that suits you.  Looks good on you.”

She smirks at him, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.  She looks at him, the bars being the only things that separate them and not very well, technically.  Chris looks up at her from a seated position. His eyes cutting through her like daggers. He looks back at his cellmate, both were holding five cards in their hands. Chris discards two and looks at Miks with a mischievous grin.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “I raise the pot, her.”

$$CELL MATE “Her? Your wife? I get her if I win? Yeah… I'd like me a piece of that.”

Chris Burden lets out a brief chuckle his eyes still on Mikah, fixated on her expression.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Believe me when I tell you it's worth it. Recommend a gag ball though, she's obnoxiously chatty.”

Mikah rolls her eyes at him before shrugging her shoulders.

;;MIKAH  â€œHe's very good at sharing. As a matter of fact, Christian and I just got done with a little...rendezvous.”

She didn't care that the other man didn't have a clue who Christian was; Burden did and that was all that mattered to her.  She also didn't care that it wasnt exactly true either.

;;MIKAH  â€œChristian's a little more...what's the word?!  Charismatic?  No...hmm...passionate in bed than good ole Christopher here.  I don't mind spicing it up.”

She winks at the man before looking at Burden, a smirk playing on her face.His eyes gazed at Mikah, staring at her behind the iron. Looking at his cards he gave her a subtle wink. On cue Miks bent forward against the bars revealing some cleavage. This got the cell mates attention. Burden took this opportunity to re-arrange his cards.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Yeah, bet she didn't  disclosed the herpes I gave her to Christian, anyways… Time to show them.”

Chris flops over four aces and a deuce. His hands reach in and pull away the cigarettes that were won. Fumbling one up to his lips he strikes a match, inhaling deeply. Gaining a vertical he walks over to Mikah.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “So toots, we out of here?”

She smirks at him as the bars still separate them. She tilts her head to the side a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œTechnically no, I haven't paid your bail yet.”

She smiles an all toothy grin at him, trying to play nice.  She leans against the bars, looking into his eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œWhat's in it for me if I pay your bail?  I mean, you get out and have your freedom back. What's in it for me, toots?”

She raises an eyebrow at him, watching his face.  She glances quickly at the man he was sharing the cell with before shivering a bit and looking at Burden. He takes a deep breath off the smoke before exhaling in her face. Taking his free hand he utilizes it to showcase his body.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Realistically what more could a girl ask for, right wifey? So stop playing coy and have them open this damn cage.”

His index finger points at the cell door. His foot tapping impatiently. She lets out a laugh before rolling her eyes and muttering under her breath so only he could hear.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou so owe me.”

She walks away for a moment to go pay the bail and to get an officer to open the cell door.  She stands back, watching the officer open the cell door and she chews absent mindedly on her bottom lip.

;;MIKAH  â€œSorry if my hubby was too much trouble, officers.”

It was a fake-sweet voice that she was talking in as she leads Burden through the station. Her hand muffled his lips, knowing allowing him to speak would be detrimental to his release. Once outside she relaxes before shooting him a dirty look.

;;MIKAH “I wouldn't advise getting arrested again, Christopher.  I might not rescue you again.”

She looks at him before poking him in the chest.  She knew that it was most likely a lie because she couldn't tell him no. And if she wanted to think about it, it'd probably derive back down to the fact that she still had feelings for him. Even if she didn't want to admit it out loud. His firm hand slaps her on the buttocks, causing her to jump forward.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Don't kid yourself babe, you love me. It's not your fault, I'm simply irresistible.  With all this charm and personality you were doomed from the start. Speaking of charm, hope you have something more skimpy to wear once we get back to that hotel. Prison changes a man.”

He was literally in there for three hours, didn't actually qualify for hard time.  Her mouth drops open for a moment before she shakes her head a bit.

;;MIKAH  â€œWho said I was going to be taking you back to my hotel with me?  I could be nice and leave you out here to roam freely.”

She wouldn't really but she would tell him that. She'd let him wonder but they both knew she was a sucker when it came to him.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou get the couch by the way. With no blankets. Maybe a sheet.”

She sticks her tongue out at him in a slightly immature move.  She looks at him before turning so she was facing him so he couldn't swat her butt again. His finger tips comb his chin.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “I don't care where the magic happens. If the couch is your thing, I can make it happen captain. Just know I'm hitting the snooze button on that bed. Your invitation to join is nearly revoked.”

He ushers in, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nonchalantly placing his lips near her ear.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “So shut up and drive.”

Her mouth drops open as he places his arms around her waist. She looks at him, glaring at him just a big. She halfway tries to tug away from him but doesn't succeed.

;;MIKAH  â€œI am the one paying for the room, Christopher! I get the bed and you can sleep on the couch by yourself!”

She knew that somehow he'd end up in the bed next to her but she wasn't going to act like it was okay.  She narrows her eyes up at him. He leans in and presses his lips against her forehead, giving them a nice smack.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “It's your story, you can tell it how you want to. In the meantime, I need you to shake that rump all the way to the car and take me to paradise.”

He pulls away, holding onto her hand. She looks at him before raising an eyebrow.

;;MIKAH “I took a cab, toots. I don't drive in Cali; too many stupid people.  So you can get us a cab or we can start walking.”

She looks at him before rolling her eyes and hailing them a cab, using her free hand.

;;MIKAH  â€œDon't worry; I'm sure you can afford this one, right!? I mean...I did just bail your ass out of jail.”

She gives him a pointed look before sliding into the cab, having to tug him behind her as he didn't let go of her hand. Shutting the door behind them Chris threw his legs over Mikah's lap. His back rest against the door, hogging the entire back seat.

©©CHRIS BURDEN “Yeah I got it but just remember… I have a five dollar rule. I spend more than five dollars on a date and the expectation of sex is a given. That's just the way it is. Call it morals.”

He bats his lashes at her, giving her a wide grin.  She pushes his legs off of her lap, scowling just a little bit at him but after listening to him talk, the realization that he was going to be around more was starting to set in. And so was the panic. Because if there was somebody else that knew her secret habits other than Christian, it'd be Burden. She is quiet for a moment or two or three, lost in her panicky thoughts.  She pulls one leg up under her, almost tuning him out.  She looks over to see him grinning at her.

;;MIKAH “Did you say something?”

She looks at him, the worry still etched into her eyes as she stares over at him. His arms clasp her shoulders, pulling her towards him. Her body now leaning against his chest. Her warmth was soothing, covering him like a blanket.

©©CHRIS BURDEN  â€œJust thinking. Thinking how you're stuck with me for a long, long time.”

She squirms a little bit, feeling her body pressed against his as his arms were around her.  She takes a deep breath, repeating his words in her head.  It was making her feel both panicked and soothed, knowing that he was promising that he was going to be sticking around.  But the panicky feeling was starting to engulf her, filling her up as she wondered how he’d deal with all the runs she took during the day.  Most days it was three but sometimes, if she was feeling down, she’d fit a fourth one in.

;;MIKAH  â€œA long time?  And how are you going to be able to put up with Christian for a long time?”

Of course, she was slightly teasing him but at the same time, she was partially serious.  How would the two manage to get along?  Because even if she wasn’t romantically or even sexually involved with Christian  like she had been in the past month, he’d still be a part of her life.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause he’s going to be around…”

She looks at Burden, questioningly.  She was curious how he’d deal with that.  Would he deal with it better than her soon-to-be ex husband?  The ex husband who had issues with Mikah having such a close friendship with Christian or any other male for that part.  She wrinkles her nose at him.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat is IF I let you stick around, you know.  Because you might get tired of sleeping on that couch.”

She gives him a look; a pointed look at that.  She was only teasing of course but maybe he’d sleep on the couc

[Sam Marlowe]

 

Sam sets down a rather ratty and battered duffle bag just inside her front door ready to leave.  From behind her a soft cough catches the young redhead’s attention.  Turning to the older redhead, a genuine smile crosses the face of Sam Marlowe as she opens her arms for a hug.

Samantha Marlowe:   I’m really glad you came Moms.  I am just sorry that you were made to worry about me.  I hope you realize that you don’t have to worry any more.

Vanessa Marlowe lets a frosty half smile light up her features as she moves into the hug gingerly wrapping her arms around Sam.

Vanessa Marlowe:   I do realize that Samantha.  You are grown up and quite the young lady.  But you will always be my baby.

Cyn Marlowe:   But I will always be your favorite.

Vanessa Marlowe pulls Sam into another hug as Sam rolls her eyes.  She can’t see the shared glance between Vanessa and Cyn nor can she see the smirk on Cyn’s face. Vanessa motions for Cyn to behave before releasing Sam.

Vanessa Marlowe:   Samantha, I want you to know that I am not going to let you think that you will be rid of me easily.  The only reasons I am leaving today is that you said you where leaving and your father can’t be long without me at home.   So don’t worry I will be back, you can guarantee that.

Samantha Marlowe:  I never doubt you Moms.  However, we really need to be going, my flight is leaving soon.

Cyn puts up her hands with a smirk that changes into a smile for her parent.

Cyn Marlowe:  You know that I could always stay here and take care of the house for you Sammi.    

Looking at Cyn, Sam can see right through her plotting and shakes her head.  Motioning her family out of the house, Sam grabs her bag, turns and locks the door.  Cyn moves towards the car parked in the driveway followed more slowly by their mother who is walking beside Sam who opens the passenger side door and holds it for her mother then moves around the car to slide behind the wheel of the car.  Slipping the keys into the ignition, Sam guns the engine and pulls out of the drive.

The Marlowe women are for the most part quiet for the drive to the airport.  Sam looks into the rearview mirror at Cyn who is tapping away at her cellphone, her face showing little expression as she reads something.  In the front seat, Vanessa points out of the front window.  

Vanessa Marlowe:   Slow down Samantha.  One would not want to be in an accident with such a big match coming up.  Besides, we have lots of time for our flight at eleven.

Samantha Marlowe:  I know that but my flight is at ten.

Cyn Marlowe:   And where are you going Sammi?  To meet someone?

Again Sam gives her sister a glance in the rearview mirror, a small smile creeping over her face as she can hear the curious sarcasm in the voice of her sister.

Samantha Marlowe:   Since you asked so nicely, as a matter of fact I am meeting someone…it’s my annual Mardi Gras reunion on Tuesday in New Orleans with my friends from college.

Cyn quickly leans forward and puts a hard hand on the shoulder of Sam making her grunt slightly in pain.

Cyn Marlowe:    Oh my god, and I bet you are going to meet that Ben Jordan person there as well.  Mother, you need to talk to your daughter about throwing herself at men.

Vanessa raises a groomed eyebrow at the mention of Ben.

Vanessa Marlowe:    Who is this Ben that you are throwing yourself at Samantha dear?  You know that a lady never throws herself at anyone.

Not looking at her mother, Sam tries to think of what to tell her mother knowing that Cyn wasn’t going to let it go and would keep poking at it until her mother would continue the “ladylike” speech.

Samantha Marlowe:   I know Moms, I know.  Ben is just a friend, I am not throwing myself at him and seriously Cyn you need to let it go.  

Vanessa Marlowe:   Samantha, don’t talk to your sister like that.  I am sure that she is only looking after you.  And Cynthia, do not bother your sister about a young gentleman friend if that is all that it is.  I am sure that she knows what she is doing, don’t you Samantha?

Samantha Marlowe:   Of course I do Moms.  And I know that Cyn wouldn’t want to trouble you so much do you Cyn?  Moms doesn’t need to know that if I am dating anyone or not because if I was, I would have already introduced him to her and Daddy.

Sam smiles at the angered look on Cyn’s face as she realizes that Sam has shut down the conversation.  Before she can say anything else, they pull into the airport as Sam begins to look for somewhere to park the car.  A few moments later Sam pulls into a parking spot and puts the car in park.  Taking her keys, she climbs out of the car and moves to the trunk to open it.  Cyn and Vanessa Marlowe leave the car and move to join Sam who lifts their bags out of the car.  Tossing her bag over her shoulder, she watches as Cyn tucks her arm through the arm of their mother as they begin to walk away leaving Sam to drag behind them with the bags.  

They walk inside of the airport and head towards the gates where Sam  looks up to find the flight to New Orleans on time.  With a smile at her mother, she pushes the baggage towards Cyn and then gives her mother a tight hug.  While she is hugging her mother, Cyn moves closer to pat Sam on the shoulder in a show of sisterly affection.

Cyn Marlowe:    I will be in Long Beach on Valentine’s Day to give you moral support at My Bloody Valentine.

Samantha Marlowe:   I really rather you didn’t Cyn…please.  I don’t think I will be able to focus with you there…

Vanessa Marlowe:    Samantha, Cynthia is making an offer to come and support you like a sister should.  I would like you to consider what she might be giving up to do this for you.

Cyn Marlowe:   Exactly Mother.  I am sure JD will have something planned but I want to be there for Sammi.  I just hate the fact that she seems to think that I don’t need to be there to take care of her…for you and Daddy.

Sam watches as Cyn puts on an act that their mother sops up like a sponge and turns on Sam to show her disapproval.  Before she can start to berate her daughter, a voice over the intercom calls the New Orleans flight.  Sam rushes a hug for her mother with a smile at a smirking Cyn.

Samantha Marlowe:   They are calling my flight Moms, I really have to go.  Love you and give my love to Daddy when you get home.

Vanessa Marlowe:    I will Samantha.  You call when you get home from your little trip.  And have fun with your friends.

With another quick hug, Sam kisses her mother’s cheek and races towards the gate to board the plane.  Cyn and their mother watch her disappear into the loading area of the plane.  Vanessa reaches for her bag and turns to find a coffee shop as Cyn narrows her eyes then joins their mother.



The young women can be seen walking along the sidewalk of a street in New Orleans.  The redhead of the group, Sam Marlowe has her arms linked with the other two and is laughing at something said by one of the others.  Leaning closer to the one on her left, Sam knocks her shoulder against her friend’s

Samantha Marlowe:   You have no idea how glad I am this is happening this week.  I so need the break from the stress and between you and me I can’t think of anything better.

Roberta Evans:   Oh I can think of something better.  Especially since it is Valentine’s weekend this weekend.

Again the three women laugh at that comment.  Sam and her friends have had a standing date for Mardi Gras in New Orleans since the three of them were in college in the city.  Wlaking towards the parade route for the day, Sam is dressed casually in a pair of light denim jeans, black cowboy boots and a brand new Sam Marlowe tee.

Edie Gilmore:   That’s our Bobbie, sex starved and one tracked minded.

Bobbie reaches in front of Sam and swats at their friend.  Sam backs up slightly as the three reach a small patio for a café right along the parade route.  Grabbing a spot near the street, Sam waves her friends over.

Samantha Marlowe:   Come on guys, I am only able to be here until late Tuesday night as I have to get back to Vegas to meet with a couple of people that are going to help me get ready for Sunday.  I have that match against Mikah and she is going to be one tough woman to beat and she is out for my head.  I happened to catch a bit of a message to me and even though she has no fear of me, she keeps blaming me for something that every other bombshell got involved with.  Hell, I never disrespected her but I didn’t agree with her choices and my opinion was to put my name to the petition.  So if that makes me a bad guy, then I am a bad guy.

Roberta Evans:   Isn’t that Mikah that chick that was arguing with you on twitter about signing the petition?  I saw what she was saying and can I just say that for someone that thinks she is that smart, she is totally just a broken record that keeps being played.  The same song over and over again even when you told her you respected her and it wasn’t personal and shit.

As the trio talk, a bartender walks over to the three to take their drink order.  Sam and Bobbie order ice tea while Edie asks for a cappuchino.  He walks away with a backwards glance at the women as a smirk crosses his face.  The three ignore him as Bobbie leans forward and puts her elbows on the table and steeples her fingers.  Sam leans back into the wicker seat and pulls a pair of sunglasses from her shirt front to push them gently to cover her eyes.  

Samantha Marlowe:   Yeah, that’s her.  I mean I can discount everything that she is moaning about.  But I am taking her threats seriously.  Maybe she likes to repeat herself and maybe she can have her buttons pushed quite easily but she has been the champion for quite a while and for now is the top bombshell at Sin City Wrestling.

Edie puts her hand on Sam’s as it rests on the table.

Edie Gilmore:   That is only until you get in the ring with her Sammi.  We both know that you are one of the toughest girls I know.  Nobody messed with you.

Samantha Marlowe:   That was college Edie, this is wrestling where all of us are tough.  And at My Bloody Valentine, I am going to have to step up and be the toughest I have ever had to be.  Mikah ain’t going to be a pushover that’s for sure.

From down the street, the trio can hear music playing.  Getting to her feet, Bobbie spies the parade starting.  She nudges Sam who also gets to her feet followed quickly by Edie.

Roberta Evans:   So same bet this year?  Most beads gets dinner?  

The three nod in agreement before Edie holds up a finger pointing to Bobbie.

Edie Gilmore:   And remember, we aren’t in the French Quarter this year so no flashing Bobbie!

At that comment, Sam can’t help but laugh as Bobbie looks indignant.  The parade floats gets closer as the three move toward the street.  As the floats begin to pass the café, the riders on it begin to toss beads and other souvenirs by the handfuls.  The crowd around Sam and her friends is loud and friendly but thick as they shout to the riders.  As the people on the floats see the crowd, Sam can hear her name called out many times as strings of beads are tossed her way.  

An hour later, the trio are in a restaurant where Sam has a large amount of beads around her neck as Roberta and Edie are seen shaking their heads as they wait to order dinner.  

Samantha Marlowe:   What, can I help it that people are recognizing me because of my job?

Roberta Evans:   I ain’t arguing about having dinner bought and paid for.  But how in the hell did you manage to get that many from only three floats.  Luckily you went and sat down so Bobbie and I could get a few too.

Sam looks over the menu once more as the waiter comes to take their order.  Bobbie orders the gumbo while Edie chooses the blackened catfish.  Sam smiles up at the waiter who stops and recognizes her.  Gushing about how he is a fan, he waves at Sam to forget looking at the menu as he offers to bring the best in the house.  Bobbie and Edie laugh at her when she just smiles and nods in agreement.  The waiter leaves and Edie can’t help but comment.

Edie Gilmore:   You know you can’t be a push over like that in the ring.  Even I know that and I don’t even watch wrasslin’.

Samantha Marlowe:   It isn’t wrasslin’ Edie…it’s wrestling and don’t forget that this time next week I could very well be the Bombshell champion which means that I will be able to kick your ass that much more.

Roberta Evans:     Ooooh Edie, be careful.  Sammi here isn’t just talking tough.  

Sam looks surprised at her friend.

Samantha Marlowe:   How could you know that Bobbie?

Roberta Evans:   I watch the show.  When my husband told me that there was a bombshell in his favorite wrestling company that looked like my college friend, I knew I had to check it out and sure enough, there you were.  Funny thing is Larry thinks that you are much better looking than my college friend.

Edie just looks between the two friends, her eyes widening as Sam shows surprise at the comment.  Laughing at that Bobbie flings her arms out and almost hits the waiter in the midsection as he carries their foot to the table.  Placing the gumbo in front of Bobbie, he then turns to grab the catfish and setting it on the table.

Edie Gilmore:   Thank you.  

Finally with a flourish, he picks up a large serving dish of jambalaya and presents it to Sam.  When he sets it in front of her, he pulls the napkin from beside her and shaking it out proceeds to spread it on her lap then reaches for the spoon beside her plate but is beaten to the punch by Sam who just smiles and quietly thanks him.  He nods and backs away, still fanboying at meeting her.

Roberta Evans:   Do you get that a lot?  

Shaking her head slowly, Sam takes a bite from the meal and smiles in pleasure.

Samantha Marlowe:   No, not really.  But then again I haven’t been wrestling that long so I don’t know if I am that recognized that much.  I guess I better get used to it especially when I win the title.

Roberta Evans:   Yes you had better.  And wait until I tell Larry that it is my friend that is the Bombshell champion.  We will be watching for sure on Sunday.  

Edie Gilmore:   Listen ladies I hate to be a kill joy but Sammi has to leave in a couple of hours and I don’t want to spend all our time talking about her match coming up.  I want to talk to her about any good looking men in that company she works for.  I mean I may not watch but I hear things…

At that, Sam busts into laughter as Bobbie rolls her eyes before leaning on an elbow to tell Sam to spill the dish on men in SCW.  Sam takes another bite then setting her fork down, she leans her elbows on the table as the three begin to talk about things other than wrestling.



Late at night sitting in a rather empty plane, Sam has her head leaned back against the seat rest as she looks down at a tablet that is playing Mikah’s promo.  Silent for the most part due to the fact that earpieces mute the sound so only Sam can hear it, her reaction is still angry at the comments being made by Mikah.  Once it is finished, Sam pulls the earbuds from her ears and looks around the darkened cabin of the plane as she debates on whether or not to respond to the promo.  

Reaching above her seat, Sam presses the button for the overhead reading light and then puts her headset back on, pinning the microphone piece near her shoulder and then looks into the facetime app that is recording her.  Her eyes are focused and a serious look is on her face as she begins to talk in a quiet voice.

Samantha Marlowe:   Bravo Mikah, you managed to send me a message and I took every piece of advice in it and thought to myself about how much you seem to dismiss the fact that I am your challenger.  I knew you didn’t respect me but I really don’t care if you do or not.  See, you are so hung up on the results of your bad choices that you can’t see that I have yet to mention anything about the petition or why I signed or even if it was figuring in the whole background of the title match at My Bloody Valentine.  

But I also saw the threats you made about your little finisher and how you are going to choke me out and how I need to be afraid of it.  Yeah, you think highly of yourself and your ability to beat bombshells in this company.  And trust me, I have watched as you fought your way through challenger after challenger and kept your title time and again.  

Sam looks around to see if she is bothering anyone but there seems to be no people anywhere around her to be bothered by her talking.  Looking again in the camera, she lets a small smile cross her face.

Samantha Marlowe:   I want you to know something Mikah, listening to you talk about how dangerous you are made me realize one thing, one very important thing.  You are afraid that you underestimated me.

Sam nods slowly, the smile widening slightly.

Samantha Marlowe:   I bet when you chose me to face at the supercard you figured I would be a pushover huh?  And when it came down to it, you probably just wanted an easy win to show all the bombshells in the back that you were really the bitch you think you are.  I’ve got news for you Mikah…you aren’t going to be as much of a bitch as you think at My Bloody Valentine.

I’m on my way home to Vegas tonight because I have made plans to meet with someone to help me prepare for this match.  See, you may not have been taking me seriously but trust me I am deadly serious when it comes to facing you for the title and I am even more serious now about taking the title from you.  

Sam stops for a second, her hand moving to her face, her finger tapping lightly on her nose before she opens it as she contemplates the match to come.

Samantha Marlowe:   I was looking forward to the challenge Mikah.  I wanted to see how I stacked up against the best in the business right now and then you had to go and open your mouth and talk to me like I was going to be your little whipping child.  I get that I am a redhead but if you think that you are going to be able to beat me like a red headed step child you have another thing coming.  My Bloody Valentine is fast approaching Mikah and I wonder if you are really going to be ready for what might happen there.  

Sam steeples her fingers under her lips as she thinks of what she is about to say.

Samantha Marlowe:   I want you to know that what you said actually did something that you are going to regret.  It motivated me Mikah.  It motivated me to prove you wrong, motivated me to take everything you throw at me and turn it right around and come out of that match the better woman.  

Brushing her hair back with both hands, Sam takes a slow breath as her eyes drift closed slightly then open while Sam smirks

Samantha Marlowe:  As tough as you talk Mikah, I think you realize that all that threatening is getting you nowhere.  You aren’t the big bad champion that is untouchable.  Matter of fact, I know you can be beaten, I have seen it.  And I will see it again…this Sunday at My Bloody Valentine.

A stewardess approaches Sam and leans down to whisper that they were about to make their approach into Las Vegas and would she please turn off her electronics for the landing.  Nodding in agreement, Sam points at the tablet and mumbles that she was just finishing up.

Samantha Marlowe:   Well, I am almost home Mikah and that means that I will be spending the next couple of days preparing for our match at the supercard.  So when Sunday comes and you step in the ring to see me across from you prepared to take your title I want you to know that I have you to thank for the motivation in that match.  Congrats Mikah for giving me what it takes to beat you for that title.  Can’t wait to see what other motivation you are going to be able to give me.

With that, Sam reaches for the overhead light and flicks it sending her into semi darkness as over the announce system the approach to Las Vegas airport is called out by the pilot before everything goes black.



Sam Marlowe stands in front of her car that is parked by a building that has been seen before; however, this was the first time that Sam has had the opportunity to view it up close and personal.  She looks down at the screen of her smartphone then up again at the front of the building.  

Samantha Marlowe:   This is the place.  I guess if I am going to get this done I have to go inside.

Reaching for a bag that is slouched at her feet, Sam moves towards the door and pushes it open to reveal a gym that has a wrestling ring where a woman can be seen chasing a toddler while another wrestler is inside the ring with a second toddler pretending to be pinned by the little one.  A young girl is slapping the canvas as the toddler on the man giggles.  Catching the toddler, the woman moves towards Sam, a smile of welcome on her face.  In the ring, the man leans up on an elbow as Sam holds out a hand.  

Samantha Marlowe:   Hi, I’m Sam.  I think Ben Jordan called you about me…he said that if I wanted to win the title I would need to come and see you, saying something about hall of famers and champions, at least that is what I think he said, because sometimes I still don’t get the cockney thing but I am getting better at it.  He told me the Staggs dungeon would be my best bet to train for my match against Mikah…

The couple share a glance that speaks volumes.   Inside the ring, Spike Staggs smiles as he picks up the toddler and walks to the edge of the ring.  Vixen moves to shake Sam’s hand after juggling the little boy in her arms.  Motioning Sam further into the gym, she sets Kit on the floor before jumping on the apron of the ring.  As Sam gets closer to the ring, she notices that the gym for the most part has only the couple and the three children.  Putting her bag down at the stairs of the ring, she looks up into it where she sees Vixen talking to Spike as Eden moves towards the young redhead.  Once she does, Vixen turns to make the introductions.  

Vixen Staggs:   Yeah, Ben told us about you.  Says you are pretty good at kicking arse in his words.  As you can guess, I’m Vixen and this is Spike and these are our kids, the chatty one there is Eden and the twins are Kit and Bijou.

Eden Staggs:   Hi there.  Are you here to wrestle?   Because Daddy won’t be able to help you but Mommie Vixen can.

Spike Staggs:   Hey munchkin!

Eden Staggs:   Daddy!  You know that you aren’t allowed to touch wrestler girls other than Mommie Vixen!  

Vixen can’t help but laugh as she looks at Spike and nods her head.  Rolling his eyes at his wife, he moves towards Eden in a threatening motion before swooping her up to tickle her.  

Spike Staggs:    What you mean is that I am not allowed to touch other girls when I train them, it doesn’t mean that I can’t help.  There is a difference Eden.

Vixen Staggs:    Since Daddy can’t touch other women who come to train, he will need to be on the outside of the ring giving her advice while I train with her.  But I am going to need a referee for this.  Hmmm do you happen to know anyone that could do that Spike?

With one final tickle of the giggling little girl, he sets her down and then crosses his arms over his chest as he gets a semi-serious look on his face.  Eden begins to bounce in front of him, her hand waving in front of his face that he pretends to ignore.

Spike Staggs:   I don’t know Vix.  Sam, can you think of anyone?

Eden Staggs:    ME DADDY…ME!!!

Sam puts a hand over her grin as Spike ignores the little girl and turns to his wife once more.

Spike Staggs:    Any ideas my love?

Samantha Marlowe:  It looks like Eden would like to.

Vixen Staggs:    Eden…petite, you could do it can’t you?  I am sure that Daddy would agree…

Spike pretends to consider Eden as she smiles and nods while still bouncing from foot to foot in excitement.

Spike Staggs:    I don’t know Vix…

Eden Staggs:   Silly Daddy, I know how to count to ten and three and I am already wearing a referee shirt…Pick me.

Vixen nods at Spike who takes one more look at Eden then nods himself.  Squealing in glee, Eden moves to the middle of the ring then turns back to look at Sam in her street clothes and points towards the change room telling Sam that she will need to change.  The redhead picks up the bag she had set down and begins to walk toward the room.

Samantha Marlowe:   On it, will be back in a few.

Sam pushes the door open and walks into the small change room.  Ten minutes later she emerges in a pair of yoga pants and a tee that is cut and knotted at the small of her back.  Inside the ring, Vixen can be seen stretching as Spike lounges against the ring apron.  

Spike Staggs:    So before we go any further I have to ask the question, how much do you want this title?

Samantha Marlowe:   What do you mean how much do I want this title?

Vixen Staggs:   What Spike is trying to get to is how much do we need to push you to get you ready.  Some people just want to make a good showing so they aren’t really ready to go balls out if you know what I mean.  Then there are others that live and die by the titles and that is their motivation.  We just need to know where you fall on that spectrum.

Samantha Marlowe:  If I am honest, I am pretty motivated already so yes I want the title.  And as for training, I am ready to go to any limits you care to test me to.   I am pretty sure that Mikah is going to push me to some of my limits in the ring so I need to push them to the breaking point.

Spike smiles at that comment as he rubs his hands together.  Vixen takes a deep breath as she moves to the corner and looks down at Spike.

Spike Staggs:    Then let’s start with the basics…show me what you know so I know what I have to work with.

Looking between the two, Sam nods and rushes the ropes opposite to Spike and bounces off of them and crosses the ring to bounce off the near ropes.  After two passes, Vixen inserts herself directly into the path of Sam, tossing herself to the mat forcing Sam to leap over her.

Spike Staggs:    Good you can think on your feet.  Now take a couple of bumps…

Vixen Staggs:    Start with bumps from a shoulder block then we can get fancy.

Samantha Marlowe:   Okay.  But if I already know all this, don’t you think that you might want to start pushing limits faster?

Spike Staggs:   Basics first.  Don’t want to get ahead of ourselves.

Still unsure of his methods, Sam begins to fall back and takes the bumps as she was taught.  After taking a lot of self-inflicted bumps, Spike motions for Vixen to step up to Sam and add offense to the bumps.

An hour later, a sweaty and tired Sam lays on the mat after a rather intense training workout of the basics, holds and counter holds.  Vixen moves to stand beside her, a bottle of water held over Sam for her to reach for.  Almost out of reach for the tired red head, Sam pushes herself to a sitting position as Vixen kneels down with a smile still holding out the water.

Vixen Staggs:    He’s pretty tough huh?

Samantha Marlowe:   I’ve been in training for a while now but that was intense.  I wonder just how much I am going to have to take before he starts seriously giving me skills to beat Mikah.  

Taking a long drink from the bottle, Sam is surprised by the laugh coming from Vixen.

Vixen Staggs:   He’s already giving you the skills to beat Mikah.  When Ben called us about you, he said that you have the basics but you sometimes get reckless.  And that can be good but if you let her push you away from brought you to the game, you are going to lose the match.  You need to focus on defense just as much as offense and that is what Spike is giving you.  And after this little break, I will start to give you the other skills to take you farther.  

Samantha Marlowe:   There’s more?

Sam looks incredulously at Vixen who smiles and nods as she straightens up and heads to the side of the ring where Spike is standing.  Motioning for her to get to her feet, Spike calls out to Eden that they are ready for her to referee.  As she leaves the twins and comes to the ring, Spike turns to address Sam.

Spike Staggs:   Ok, now that I have gotten you warmed up, let’s put you in a match situation…Vixen is going to be your opponent and Eden here the referee.  Good luck, you are going to need it.  Vixen is a multi-time champion as well as a former soldier so you are going to need all the help you can get.  It’s been a while but I think she still might be able to go a round or two.

Vixen says nothing as she rolls her neck and winks at Sam who gives her a look of surprise before nodding slowly as she stretches herself out.


Vixen Staggs:  We’ll start out slow and easy.     When I think you have the tone of the match then we’ll start getting serious.

Samantha Marlowe:  Okay,  I think I am ready…

Spike calls out go as Vixen and Sam slowly begin to circle each other in the ring.  The pair locks up in a collar and elbow tie up that Vixen quickly turns into a headlock.  Pushing Vixen off the ropes, Sam is taken down with a hard shoulder block.  Vixen doesn’t stop as she rushes the ropes and bouncing off, leaps over a prone Sam only to be caught with an attempted hip toss that Vixen fights off and turns into an arm bar after a few knife edged chops.  Sam rolls to her knees then to one foot as she forces Vixen back into the corner.  Eden calls for her to release the hold which Sam quickly does.  Vixen pauses only for a moment before Sam runs in to catch Vixen with a monkey flip into the middle of the ring.  The pair trade holds and counter holds for the first few minutes of the match until Spike calls from the outside.

Spike Staggs:  Quit playing around my love, she isn’t going to be ready if you go easy on her.      

Vixen holds Sam in an armbar as she looks towards Spike.  Sam’s eyes widen as she reacts to that comment with surprise.

Samantha Marlowe:  This is easy on me?  I would hate to see hard.  But he’s right, you have to push me Vixen.

Vixen Staggs:   Are you sure Sam?  I mean I thought we would start out slow…

Samantha Marlowe:   I am sure Vixen, because we both know that Mikah isn’t going to be easy and she isn’t going to ease into trying to beat me.  Let’s go full tilt.  But if that is the case, maybe Eden should leave the ring.

Letting go of her arm, Vixen nods and moves towards Eden who gets a rebellious look on her face.  Kneeling down to the girl’s level, Vixen can be seen saying something to her as Sam leans through the ropes to speak to Spike.

Samantha Marlowe:   Before I am unable to say it, I want to thank you two for helping with this.  Ben said that the two of you would make me ready for this match.  And the fact I am being trained by two of hall of famers is just icing on the cake.

Eden leaves the ring reluctantly as Vixen watches her.  Turning to face Sam, Vixen motions her to the middle of the ring.  Spike smiles as he pats Sam’s shoulder before she joins Vixen.

Spike Staggs:   Good luck Sam, you are going to need it.

Spike again calls out go as Vixen attacks Sam with a hard clothesline that takes her off her feet.  Landing with a groan of pain, Sam lies for a moment catching her breath then rolls to her knees as Vixen bounces on the balls of her feet with a smile on her face.

An hour later, Sam is sitting on the edge of the ring, hair plastered to her face and neck as she holds an ice pack to the back of her neck.  Beside her, Vixen leans back against the ring apron, a bottle of water being sucked together as the last bit of moisture is pulled into her mouth.  Nearly, Spike is lounging on a chair near a rather large playpen where the twins can be sleeping.  He looks at the two women and slowly brings his hands together to applaud both.

Spike Staggs:   Looks like you are in fighting shape my love and Sam, I am impressed.  Not many can take what Vixen dishes out and still be standing.

Samantha Marlowe:  Technically I am not standing but I get the jist.  Thanks.  And it is getting late and I have to get back to the house and get ready to pack for Long Beach.  Plus I still want to train some more.  And I think that Pussy might want to get another interview before the supercard.   Life of a wrestler is never slow huh?

Sam slides off the ring apron and slowly makes her way to the change room intent on grabbing her stuff.  As she does, Vixen moves towards Spike who holds out his arms as she drops onto his lap.

Spike Staggs:    So what do you think Vix?  Will she be ready for Mikah?

Vixen Staggs:    I think my love, is Mikah ready for her?

The couple look up at the sound of the door to the change room being pulled open.  Sam walks out of the room, her bag over her shoulder.  Moving slowly and gingerly, she holds out the ice pack toward Vixen who takes it and sets it on her lap.

Samantha Marlowe:  I want to say thanks for the help.  I may not be moving too quick right about now but I am going to be ready Sunday.  Now however, I can hear my hot tub calling my name and I am going to spend the rest of the day relaxing in it.  I don’t know if you will be coming to Long Beach for the show so…thanks again.

Spike and Vixen smile as Sam once again holds out her hand.  Vixen takes it and pulls Sam closer.

Vixen Staggs:   Remember Sam, only you can beat you.  Mikah isn’t going to be able to handle you if you bring the fight to her hard and fast.  You also need to start changing things up and don’t let her figure your moves before you pull them off.  You do that and she won’t be able to anticipate or block any attacks you might make.  Keep her constantly guessing and you will beat her.

Sam ducks her head and sheepishly smiles.

Samantha Marlowe:I’ll definitely keep that in mind.  Thanks again.  

Sam turns to head out of the gym watched by Spike and Vixen who brings the ice pack up to her shoulder which causes Spike to laugh.  Sam hears the laughter just as she pushes her way out of the building and begins the short walk to her car.  Climbing inside with a groan, Sam has a smile on her face as she starts the engine.  With one final look at the gymfront, she pulls away from the curb and into traffic, disappearing around the next corner.



Late at night, the only sounds that can be heard over the wildlife of the Vegas cityscape is a softly playing radio and the bubbling of a hot tub.  A camera pans its way along the walkway beside the house in Vegas.  As the camera moves into view of the back yard, a redhead can be seen relaxing in the bubbling hot tub.  To one side is a bottle of ice tea and a package of what looks like Lindor chocolates.  The camera person moves around to take in the young woman in the tub with only a dark bikini on and her eyes closed.  Stumbling slightly as they trip over a step for the tub gets the redhead’s attention as her eyes fly open and she screams.

Samantha Marlowe:  Oh em f’ng gee Pussy, y’all about gave me a heart attack.

Pussy Willow smirks at her friend who is sitting up as the bubbles caress her upper body.  Pussy continues to film Sam but begins to speak from behind the lens trained on the redhead.

Pussy Willow:    I’m here with number one contender to the Bombshells title, one Sam Marlowe who seems to be relaxing in what some might say is a devil may care attitude.  Is that a correct assumption Sam?  Are you actually not worried at all about the match this Sunday at My Bloody Valentine.

Samantha Marlowe:  Pussy what the hell do you think you are doing?  This isn’t an interview you know…I invited you over to talk, not give you the four one one about the match at the supercard.

Sam leans back into the corner of the tub as Pussy moves closer, the image of Sam getting larger in the viewscreen.

Pussy Willow:   Saying talk to an interviewer is like saying come over and film this promo for me.  You need to realize that it is my job to get soundbytes and being invited over to talk is like giving me carte blanche to come over and do a documentary.  Speaking of…this would be the perfect opportunity to get the up close and personal for the Sam Marlowe, Bombshell champion documentary I have planned.

Sam can’t help but laugh at the image that Pussy presents as she continues to adjust the camera and film Sam.  Finally the redhead tilts her head to the side as she takes in Pussy’s filming with a calculating look on her face which makes Pussy wonder what she could be thinking.

Pussy Willow:    Okay Sam, that is a look I have never seen before…on you anyways.  It looks like you have something up your sleeve and are looking for an accomplice…wait a minute…

Pussy looks up from the viewfinder as Sam’s lips break into a grin.

Samantha Marlowe:  You are so right Pussy, I do have something planned but I don’t think I can share it with you…the less you know, the better.  I am going to have to borrow your camera though…

Pussy looks at the camera in her hand then back at Sam.

Pussy Willow:    You aren’t going to lose it are you?

Samantha Marlowe:  Oh no, you are going to be with me when I do what I intend to do.  But since I am asking for your help in Long Beach, then maybe right now I can give you a bit of an interview.  After all, what are friends for hmmm?

Reaching for her ice tea, Sam takes a small drink of it then motions to the cooler beside the tub for Pussy to grab her own drink.  Once she does, Sam sits back to get comfortable as she smiles up at her friend who once again begins to videotape her.

Pussy Willow:   Sam Marlowe interview…take one…I am here with Sam Marlowe who this weekend will be stepping into the ring as the chosen opponent for Bombshell champion Mikah.  So Sam, I guess the first question has to be why?

Samantha Marlowe:  I suppose I could answer that with why not?  But I think when it comes to this match I was chosen because she thought I was the easiest one to beat.  After all, Mikah is the type of person that seems to get off on being the best and making her opponents look bad.  If that is the case, if you were the champion wouldn’t you choose someone that wouldn’t be a threat to your title?  Wouldn’t you pick someone that would be overwhelmed at getting a shot at greatness?  Wouldn’t you pick an opponent that hasn’t been in the top of the division to breath in that rarified air and be out of her depth?

Pussy Willow:   Yeah I guess so.

Samantha Marlowe:   And I think that is what Mikah thought too.  But that is where she went wrong in her choice of challengers.  I know I am title worthy in Sin City Wrestling.  I just figured that I would work my way up the ranks.  Start out as Bombshell roulette champion for a bit…get the title shot at the Internet title and then take a shot at the top prize.  Little did I expect to be hand chosen by Mikah to face her at My Bloody Valentine.  But I was and do you know what I am going to do with that title shot?

Pussy Willow:    No, what are you going to do?

Samantha Marlowe: I am going to take advantage of it.  It is just like what Mikah herself did when she got the shot at the Bombshell title.  She stepped up and beat the champion to take the belt and hasn’t let go since.  And I am just as able to do that and because of that, I might just do what Mikah did.  

Pussy laughs at the look that Sam is shooting at the camera.

Pussy Willow:   So you are saying that you are going to do what Mikah did???  Isn’t that ironic?

Samantha Marlowe: Completely ironic.  She was given an opportunity and took full advantage of it.  Just like I am being given the same opportunity and I plan on taking full advantage.

Pussy Willow:   But Sam I doubt that Mikah sees you as on her level.  I mean I have heard how she talks about you, about all the bombshells and in her mind no one is on her level.

Samantha Marlowe:   I guess that means she is going to be learning something on Sunday.  Because when you set yourself up as untouchable like Mikah has, the fall is going to be that much more painful when she realizes that she was beaten inside of the ring.  Don’t get me wrong Pussy, I am not going into this match blind you know…

Sam lets a hand trail through the water in the hottub for a moment as she seems to collect her thoughts.  For a few minutes of video, the bubbling is the only sound until Sam looks up once more.

Samantha Marlowe:  I realize that Mikah is going to be my toughest challenge yet and when it comes to rising to the occasion, Mikah is very able to do that.  So the question is going to be can I rise faster and end the match before Mikah is able to capitalize and win the match?  I can’t let her beat me, not at the supercard.  This is going to be the supercard that proves I am championship material and if you ask me, you are looking at the new bombshell champion.  

Pussy Willow:    I don’t think if you asked Mikah she would say the same.

Samantha Marlowe:   She definitely wouldn’t.  I think what Mikah would say is that no one can beat her.  And if her last few thoughts on the subject of the Bombshells, her thoughts are more on whining about the petition that was prompted by her choices.  Choices she tried to blame us for.  Well, I’ve got big shoulders so if Mikah wants to put the blame on me for the Bombshells’ decision then fine, I’ll shoulder it.  

But Pussy, the only other question I have to ask is who is she going to blame when she loses the title?  I mean all sorts of props and respect to Mikah.  She is a strong champion but she really isn’t going to be able to rest on those laurels when I want them for myself.  That Bombshell title she wears is a great motivator and I definitely respond to motivation like that.

Sam waggles her eyebrows slightly at that comment before winking and then sighing as  she slides down slightly into the warmed water.  Pussy can see that Sam is nearing the end of what she wants to say and rolls her finger just out of view of the camera.

Pussy Willow:    So Sam, any final words for Mikah?

Samantha Marlowe:  Only this Pussy…Regardless of how much she doesn’t think that she will need to worry so much about me because she is going to beat me in that ring, I want her to realize that as much as I have respect for what she has done, I have no respect for the fact that she is disrespectful of me over and over again.  I guess Mikah that to earn your respect; I have to beat you to get it.  And if, no when I do beat you I want you to acknowledge that I finally have your respect.

With that, Pussy lowers the camera and smiles at her friend.

Pussy Willow:    Wow Sam, you didn’t pull any punches did you?  I don’t know what Mikah is going to have to say to that but whatever she does say, it is going to have to be to at least recognize that you brought your A game.

Samantha Marlowe:  We both know that she won’t Pussy.  But at least now I am not going to worry about what she says.  I am just going to worry about earning her respect and taking her title in the ring.  Now that you got your interview I think you need to get changed and join me to relax.  Because in another couple of hours I have to pack because I am heading to My Bloody Valentine and my date with destiny.

Pussy nods and begins to walk towards the door of the house.  Sam lays her head back and sighs as the hot water works out the kinks from her training.  The last image we see is Sam picking her hand up to let a trickle of water escape her fingers before the image disappears.



Long Beach California at fan fest for Sin City Wrestling’s My Bloody Valentine supercard where fans are wandering around trying to get close to their favorite wrestlers for pictures and autographs.  To one side behind the banner for the show, Sam Marlowe can be seen pulling on a blonde wig and sliding a pair of cats eye glasses on.  Picking up a microphone, she walks out dressed in an SCW tee and capri pants with a pair of boots.  Winking to the cameraman, she motions him along as she begins to walk among the fans.    

Samantha Marlowe:  Hello and welcome to fan fest where the fans of Sin City Wrestling have come to see their favorite wrestlers and Bombshells and I am here to get their responses to the question on everyone’s mind…who will win between Bombshell champion Mikah and challenger Sam Marlowe…here is the first fan now…

Sam in disguise moves toward a young man with a cap on backwards and a Mikah tee.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Young man, I am here to ask you who will win in a match between Sam Marlowe and Mikah for the SCW Bombshell title?

The fan gives her a look of contempt as he plucks at his tee with his fingertip pulling the image of Mikah into focus closer to the camera.  

Mikah Fan 1:  My girl Mikah ain’t gonna lose the title to that poser.  Sam Marlowe may look good but Mikah is choice grade A Bombshell who ain’t gonna lose EVER.

Yelling out Mikah’s name, the young man poses with his tee pulled out once more.  Sam rolls her eyes as she moves along.  

Samantha Marlowe:  That fan definitely thinks that the champion will be retaining at My Bloody Valentine in a couple of days.  But we can’t rest with just one person’s opinion so let’s continue shall we?  

Sam moves along the line of fans before stepping up to a couple of kids with their father.  She smiles as she kneels down to their level.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I am here asking people who they think is going to win between Sam Marlowe and Mikah.  Do you two know who you want to win the match?

The little boy says Sam loudly while the little girl looks at Sam and sticking her finger in her mouth mumbling Sam’s name as well.    

Samantha Marlowe:  So far now, the votes are in and we have it two to one for Sam.  Dad, do you have an opinion in this?

Sam stands up and holds the microphone towards the father who looks at both kids with an apologetic look and says Mikah as the two kids try to shout him down.  Sam realizes that the kids and dad will probably be at that argument for a little bit so move on.  Spying fellow wrestler Despayre with Angel, Sam approaches him with a bit of a grin.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Despayre, I want to ask you a question if I may.

Despayre looks at Sam before holding Angel up in a protective way.

Despayre:  No you may not kiss me!  Girls are always wanting to kiss me.  But Angel says he’ll answer your question.  

Samantha Marlowe:  I am not looking to kiss you, I am completing a survey on the Bombshell title match being held at the supercard this Sunday.  Who do you think will be winning the match?

Despayre contemplates the question giving it a lot of thought before leaning towards Angel to consult him.  Finally after what seems like a very serious back and forth, Despayre turns back to Sam, looking like a deer in the headlights.  

Despayre:  The one that gets the pin of course!    

Before Sam can further question the young man, he makes his escape leaving Sam to wonder who else she can interview.   Before moving on, Despayre moves into view again and shouts “Bye Sam!” with a wave.  Pretending to look around for this Sam character to maintain her disguise Sam moves along the line some more spying Scott Oliver who is holding his own microphone.  Moving closer she looks through the thick glasses at the interviewer.    

Samantha Marlowe:  Hi I am here talking to people about the Bombshell title match and …

Scott holds up his hands and pulls the microphone closer to him.  
Scott Oliver:  Whoa…did Christian hire someone new?  Did he find out about my habit…I mean…is he replacing me?

Sam can see the panic in Scott’s eyes and holds up a hand to calm him down.  

Samantha Marlowe:  No no, I am just here to get your opinion on the bombshell title match.  Who do you think is going to win?

Scott Oliver:  I would have to say Mikah will win the title unless of course Sam decides that she wants it more.  But Mikah has the experience.  And Sam looks pretty good in her ring gear.  But so does Mikah.  AAHHH  I don’t think I can decide…Mikah…no Sam…no Mikah …no

Leaving Scott to argue amongst himself, Sam moves deeper into the crowd and passes under the banners into semi darkness where she comes face to face with Grimm who turns cold eyes on the young woman and raises a finger to menacingly run it along her cheek.  Sam opens her mouth but no wound comes out as Grimm once more caresses her cheek murmuring about bone structure and how she would be able to share it more readily with a few cuts here and there.  Backing away slowly with a concerned smile, Sam turns and walks away.  

Samantha Marlowe:   That was way too close!

Suddenly Sam spies Ben Jordan talking to some fans nearby.  Checking her disguise, she moves closer and tries to talk without her southern drawl.
 
Samantha Marlowe: Ben Jordan, could I talk to you?

Flashing his well-known charming smile, he nods.  

Ben Jordan:  Certainly darlin’.  Now what could you be wanting to ask a geezer like me?

Samantha Marlowe:   I was wondering if you had any predictions for the Bombshell title match at My Bloody Valentine.  

Ben Jordan:  The Bombshell title match.  Now I could talk about how me friend Sam Marlowe’s in it and how she is bang up ready to take the title.  And I could talk about how much of a champion Mikah is going to be to overcome.  Either way you look at it love, the winners are the fans.

Sam can’t help but give Ben a sideways look, her eyebrows drawn in with surprise at the fact he didn’t say that she would win the match.  Coughing slightly, she tries again.  

Samantha Marlowe:  Do you think that with Sam being your friend and all, you would think she might be the better bet?  

Ben apparently gives that comment a lot of thought, his hand moving to rub along his chin as he does.   Then with a twinkle in his eyes, he addresses the microphone again.  

Ben Jordan:   I suspect that Sam would want me to be honest and if I am honest, the answer I gave you is the truth.  The people are the winners.  

As he speaks, his arm goes around the shoulder of Sam as his fingers hook into the wig and he tugs it off with a devilish grin.  

Ben Jordan:   Don’t you agree Sam?  

Giving Ben a hard look, Sam shakes out her red curls.  

Samantha Marlowe:   How did you know it was me?

Ben Jordan:   I ran into Despy and Angel earlier.  They were talking and Despy said something about you in a blonde wig which was just as much a figment of their imagination as I was, go figure.  So Sam, now that you have been revealed, why don’t we finish

[Mikah]

 

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She grabs his hand and tugs him towards the front doors of the hotel.  She didn't have any time to waste or even if she did, she didn't want to.  Maybe she was starting tot warm up to the thought of Burden being around.  Or maybe she was just wanting to get him out of the public eye.  Who knows.

<text align=right><p align=”Right”> "All about Me."
LOCATION: LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
DAYS UNTIL MY BLOODY VALENTINE: 2
EXCITEMENT LEVEL: low
SCENE iv
REC•

FEBRUARY 12, 2016—Friday.

She was leaning against the window of her suite and was looking down at all the people that were walking along the sidewalk and they looked like ants.  She smirks as she twirls a strand of hair around her index finger as she looks at the camera man who had been somewhat invited into her hotel room.  She winks at him as he nods at her, letting her know that she was being filmed.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt's been a crazy two weeks, hasn't it?”

She tilts her head to the side before looking down and out the window, watching the “ants” walk on the sidewalk.  The cameraman moves closer and gets a view of what she's seeing.

;;MIKAH  â€œLook at them.  Look as they walk, going about their day as if nothing spectacular is going to happen.  See how they just walk by, looking like ants as if it's just another day.  As if nothing could happen to them to make this day any more spectacular than the next.”

Mikah turns back to face the camera before sitting down on the overly expensive couch in her overly expensive suite.

;;MIKAH  â€œHow do you think Samantha Marlowe's life will change after Sunday when I retain my championship and her goals go flying out the window?”

A small tilt of her head to the side, her blonde locks cascading down the side of her face.

;;MIKAH  â€œDo you suppose her life will go back to what it was?  Or will she be forced to deal with the consequences of losing?  Losing a big match could mean the whole world to her.  What kind of loss will that do to her career?  Because if I lose, and that's a pretty big if, I won't even really care because I get a rematch.  And because I will still be the top Bombshell the company has, with or without the championship.  I could retire tomorrow  from wrestling and not have a care in the world.   But for you, Samantha, this match is everything.  It will determine the rest of your career.  And the rest of your life.”

She situates herself, crossing one leg over the other as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt will determine the rest of your SCW career.  Whether you win or whether you lose.  It won't be a matter of if it will change your career but how.  Do you understand how taxing it is to be the Bombshell champion?  Do you realize how much time I actually spend doing shit for the company that I don't feel needs to be put on my Twitter for everybody to know?  Do you know all the charity work that I do for kids and for all sorts of organizations because it's good for SCW?”

She narrows her eyes at the camera before shaking her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œNo, of course you don't.  Because you don't bother to stop and think or to ask what's really going on.  You're just like the peons that are walking back and forth outside on the sidewalk that leads to nowhere.  I don't brag about charity work because you're not supposed to.  It's supposed to make you feel good about doing it and make you feel like you actually made a difference in the world.  And it's me representing the company when I do it so no, I don't need to talk about it to get the brownie points that most people would want from doing something good.  Whereas you, you tweet about random nonsense all the time.  You tweet when you're going to train or when you're going to Vegas.  I know, it's pretty misfortunate that I even know that but I don't follow a lot of people because that's ridiculous.  Why follow people that you don't even know or will never know?  Or some stupid celebrity?  But let's not get off topic.  Being the Bombshell champion, means you have more responsibilities than the other Bombshells do.  I don't think you can handle them, Samantha.  You're too busy bickering with your older sister.”

She shrugs her slender shoulders before looking around her suite and then nodding at the cameraman to get a view of the suite on camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œEven without a championship, this will be my life.  I don't need the championship to make my life exquisite.  There will be no need to deny myself the finer things in life just because I won't be carting around a championship belt around that weighs almost the same as my luggage.  It's not the championship that makes me who I am today, it's just me.  So if you think that taking the championship away from me, is going to change who I am?  Then you have another thing coming.  Because even if you somehow manage to win come Sunday night, my attitude and behavior will not change.”

She lets another shrug roll off of her shoulders as she looks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œAnd if you and those other idiots ever thought that me losing the championship would change me, you are all the biggest jokes that SCW has ever seen.  I would much rather lose the championship and stay the same than retain and change who I am.  I did not get to where I am today because I was nice or because I was a push over.  I got to where I am today because I kicked ass and worked hard to achieve the goals I had set for myself.  Do you think it was easy on me to break all those records?  Do you think that I didn't sit backstage and wonder what would happen if I would just let myself lose the match because the pressure became too hard to deal with?”

She was speaking honestly as she stares into the lens of the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat is the absolute worst thing about being the champion; the pressure that you feel when you go to defend it.  When you put yourself in a match that you have to be in because your championship has to be defended every so often.  It's just...hard to put into words what that feels like.  It feels like somebody is sitting on your chest and won't let you up until you're done with the match.  And the pressure only goes away until after the outcome of the match.  It's like a monster, waiting to see what happens and is sitting behind you or beside you, poking every three minutes to make sure you know its there and what could happen.  It's the absolute worst.”

Mikah lets the silence linger between her and the camera man.  She sighs as she hears Burden bumbling around in the bathroom, where she had told him to stay hidden.

;;MIKAH  â€œI don't like not knowing what the future holds for me.  I very much like to be in the know of all things.  So this match between you and I, Samantha is really driving me crazy.  I'm not a patient person, so waiting for this match to happen has been aggravating.  But thankfully, I had some rather interesting company this past week.”

A glint passes through her eyes a bit before she moves to sit in a criss-cross style on the couch.

;;MIKAH  â€œLet's talk about why I chose you to be my opponent for Sunday, shall we Samantha?  I know you're dying to find out why I chose you.”

She flicks her hair over her shoulders as she straightens herself up in her seat, staring at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œHere's why you think I chose you: because you think I thought you'd be an easy win.  A push over win.  Or because you thought that I just wanted to kick your ass and be done with the match so easily.  All of your thoughts were simply lies and didn't matter one little bit.  Because only I know why I picked you.  And I might have said a few things in my promos last week, but they weren't necessarily the truth.  So do you want me to let you in on the reason that I chose you as my opponent on Sunday, Samantha?”

She smirks at the camera, letting the suspense heighten as she sits in the silence before she looks up to see Burden walk out of the bathroom in just a towel.  She scowls at him, sending him a glare that the camera catches but however doesn't turn to see Burden, just keeps the focus completely on the Bombshell Champion.

;;MIKAH  â€œI chose you because you are the only person backstage that isn't relatively annoying.  Sure, you're way too nice and could stand to take a lesson in saying whatever the fuck you want.  But regardless, you were the only Bombshell that didn't make me roll my eyes at choosing.  Sure, maybe now I regret it because you're absolutely fucking annoying on Twitter and you make me want to scratch my own eyeballs out but hey, what's done is done.”

She looks around before letting her eyes land on Chris as he stands with his back to her as he talks on the phone, talking to somebody about who knows what.  She lets her eyes wander, looking him over as the camera continues to film her.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou think that I think you're a complete screw up when it comes to stepping into that ring.  And when it comes to big matches that could get you something to boost not only your career but your ego.  But that's not true.  I didn't even know that you did that until you yourself pointed it out.”

Mikah lets out a chuckle and shakes her head.

;;MIKAH  â€œThat's one of your silly, rookie mistakes.  Never let your opponent know how you choke in matches.   That's something that somebody like me would take advantage of.  And twist it to use it against you.  Are you sure that's something you want to do?  Let me know what you're feeling and how you do like to choke in matches that could make or break your career?”

She makes a face before rolling her eyes.

;;MIKAH  â€œHowever, I was like you at one point in my career.  And no, I don't mean nice because why the fuck would anybody want to be nice?!”

She makes another face, one of disgust before shaking her head as if she was shaking the thought free of her mind.

;;MIKAH  â€œBut I was like in the sense that I was eager to prove myself.  Eager to prove that I was worthy of becoming champion and that I could be better than everybody else on the roster.  That wasn't the case with SCW; I already knew that I was better than the rest of the roster because who did I have to compare myself to?  Delia?  Please, don't make me laugh.”

A roll of her eyes and a scoff later, she fixes her legs moving so that her left was crossed over her right.

;;MIKAH  â€œI'm hoping you come up with something with a little more originality than comparing me to Delia Darling.  The girls who have done that have no brains for themselves and only have to go on that.  On a claim that Delia was anything more than just a symbol of a group that loved to harass people for their looks.  And for their misfortunes.  I'll give Delia credit where it's due; she was a decent champion.  However, she is not and was not a better champion than I am right now.  I have been leading the pack since May, holding onto this championship like it's my last life line and maybe it is.  Maybe it is the only thing holding me in place and keeping me in the wrestling business.  Maybe if I hadn't won the championship, my marriage would still be in tact and I wouldn't be getting divorced.  But hey, shit happens and I won't be with a man who doesn't respect what I do for a living.”

Maybe that was why she wasn't so broken up about her marriage failing; she'd held so much animosity towards him lately that it wasn't a surprise to her.  She was going to eventually draw the papers up herself but she just never got around to it.  She was much busier with being the top Bombshell for SCW instead of being the best wife.  Her priorities were a bit mixed up.

;;MIKAH  â€œI'm not sure what you have cooking up with Ben Jordan, Samantha and I really don't care.  But just be careful, men like to hog the spotlight and they tend to throw little temper tantrums when they're not the ones in the spotlight.  You have to be ready to be completely in the spotlight, Samantha.  You have to be ready to deal with whatever the company throws at you and make it work.  I basically gave up my marriage for SCW because I wanted to be their Bombshell Champion more than I wanted to be Gavin Stephens' wife.  Which is why it bugs me when those tramps backstage try to question my character.  Try to tell me that I'm a pitiful champion because I didn't like to stay to the end of the show.  When I was leaving after my match, I was trying to make my marriage work but I don't have a marriage to save any more.  All I have now is SCW and the Bombshell Championship.”

She reaches down and grabs the championship that she'd placed on the floor beside the couch.  She places it in her lap and looks down at it.  She runs her fingers over the nameplate, letting her fingertips run over the etched letters.

;;MIKAH  â€œThis is MY life, Samantha but it's not everything to me.  I can survive without the championship because I didn't have the belt before and did just fine.  But how will you survive suffering such a devastating loss?  Because this is the match of your career.  It will be the match that sets the pace for the rest of your matches in your career.  Honestly?  I'm going to be the one to make sure that you fail at capturing the gold.  I'm going to be the one to make sure that you go home broken hearted and empty handed because I think it's fun.  It's fun for me to watch my opponents' hopes and dreams become shattered at their own feet because they simply can't hack it in a wrestling ring.  The pressure will now be on you, waiting to see if you can be the one to dethrone me from the top.  And I want to know how that pressure feels?  Is it worse than what I feel before a championship defense?  Because you have every bombshell in the back hanging on your every move, waiting to see if you can just pull out a win on the champion.  Because nobody in the back could take my championship from me so far.  They'll be watching you like a hawk.  Sure, they might talk you up a bit but do you really think they care if you win or if you lose, Samantha?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side a bit, raising an eyebrow.

;;MIKAH  â€œThey only care about themselves.  I can guarantee that they only want you to win because they perceive you as less of a threat than I am.  They think that they can beat you, Samantha.  Hell, half of them know that they can beat you because they've done it before!  But they also know that they haven't been able to beat me yet.  They haven't been able to pry my championship away from me and it eats at them day and night, wondering what they could have done better to get the 1-2-3 on me.  Is that what you will be doing after our match?  Will you be wondering about the could haves and the should haves?”

She takes a deep breath, looking down at her championship belt.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt baffles me that you're willing to be friends with people like them.  The people who are willing to tell you that they want you to win but won't admit that they will be aiming for you the minute that you do.  It's a lot to take in and it's a lot to handle.  But the saying is true, it's lonely at the top.”

Not that she really cared because the friends she did have didn't care about her status in SCW; they just cared about her.  She breathes deeply, letting her body relax against the back of the couch as she sits there, letting the cameraman film her.

;;MIKAH  â€œYou can sit there and think about how I'm a horrible person.  But maybe you should think about why you think that, Samantha.  Why do you think I'm a horrible person?  Because I like to drink.  Well, there is a hole in your logic; I've been sober for four weeks now.  There will be no alcohol in my body for a while now as I have a point to prove to you and all the other dimwits.  I have to prove that alcohol isn't the only thing I'm interested in.  I think all of the girls in the back have forgotten why I'm the Bombshell Champion.  I think they forgot about the thing that happens in the wrestling ring because you are all too busy crying about locker rooms and worrying about what I am or what I'm not doing that night on the show.  All of you should be worrying about what I CAN do in that wrestling ring.  That's what you and all of your little dumb friends should be worried about.  Not whether or not I've drank an entire bottle of vodka before the show.  Which I haven't, by the way.”

She rolls her eyes, slightly irritated with the entire situation.  She didn't like crybabies.  She played the card of unfit locker rooms before in a company and it simply didn't work.  They needed to suck it up.  They were acting as if they were back in grade school and it wasn't fair that so and so got the sticker with the most glitter on it.

;;MIKAH  â€œIt's about time you grow up, Samantha.  Stop worrying about who has the biggest locker room or the shiniest bicycle.  Start worrying about who's the best in the ring.  And right now that's me.  That is what this championship says today.  It doesn't say that I'm just complacent and replaceable.  YOU are the replaceable woman, not me.  I've backed up my words and I will do it time and time again and that's what will happen on Sunday.  There will be no more fights over the locker rooms and there shouldn't be a debate on whether or not this championship belongs with me.  Because it does belong with me.  Sunday is the day where we put Twitter aside and silly little friendships and go one-on-one in that wrestling ring.  I prove what I'm made of and you try to keep up with me.”

She smirks a confident smirk as she slides the championship over her shoulder.

;;MIKAH  â€œBecause there won't be any other outcome other than the fact that I will be walking out of My Bloody Valentine with this championship still over my shoulder.  You will go back to Ben Jordan and cry into his arms as he tries his best to console a distraught woman.  You want to say that I'm underestimating you when in fact it is YOU who is underestimating ME, not the opposite way around.  I don't think that you really know what I'm capable of.  But you're about to find out.”

She winks at the camera, a malicious smirk playing on her pretty face.

;;MIKAH  â€œI hope you've prepared the best you can, Samantha.  Because it's going to be a knock down drag out fight.”

She winks at the camera.

;;MIKAH  â€œCiao.”