A taxi is seen pulling up to the train station through a soft morning mist colored by the rising sun in New Delhi, the old time fifties car a dark shadow in the early morning light. It pulls up in front of the station where the driver then rushes to open his door and grab at the handle of the back door to yank it open. In the vehicle, Sam Marlowe and husband Colton Myers can be seen, Sam’s head laying on the shoulder of Colton who reaches into the pocket of his cargo pants and pulls out a wallet. Peeling off a couple of high amount rupees, he holds it out to the now bowing driver.
“Time to get up darlin’,” he says with a chuckle as Sam pulls her head from the shoulder shrugged by Colton with a soft murmur of complaint. Sam stretches as Colton leaves the taxi and then turns back to reach inside to offer a hand to his wife. Sam takes it and is helped from the cab, sending a sleepy smile to the driver who bows once more then closes the door to the vehicle as the couple moves towards the station followed by the driver carrying the luggage he has retrieved from the back of the taxi.
“So, Colton, you haven’t told me where we are going so Gee Dee awfully early,” Sam says as Colton leads her towards a bench that is on the platform. With a wag of his finger, he begins to back away towards the station kiosk as he pulls his phone from his pocket. “It’s a surprise Sam,” he answers and then turns away to walk quickly to the kiosk.
On the bench, Sam looks at the tracks in wonder of where they were off to. The past week the pair had spent back home in Vegas to deal with some issues at home then flew out to Delhi for the two weeks prior to Violent Conduct where Sam had been booked in a match. She appears lost in thought as Colton joins her.
“Penny for your thoughts Sam,” he says as he reaches for her hand and then lacing their fingers, he sits back to wait for the train after checking his watch.
“I am trying to figure out where you are kidnapping me to,” she jokes as she brushes her free hand up to pull her red curls out of her face that had been blowing in the wind. She tucks it behind her ear as she hears the distant whistle of an approaching train. Colton smiles as he leans forward to check down the tracks. Now the sound of squeals on the tracks of the brakes of the now visible train makes Sam wince. It finally stops and the conductor lowers the steps from the opening of the train.
Getting to their feet, the Myers approach the edge of the platform and Colton shows the conductor his tickets on his phone as Sam climbs up the steps and into the train car. She stops to look at the train and notices it is completely different from any trains she has been on in other places. The first thing she notices is that the seats are old economy class airplane seats that are bolted to the floor with calico curtains on the windows. Sam turns to give Colton a look as he joins her then guides her towards their seats.
Sitting in the seat near the window, Sam pulls out the tray of the seat back in front of her and sets her rather large bag on the floor between her feet. The loud plaintive whistle announcing the last call for travellers is heard then the clatter of the steps being put on the back of the car. A soft chugging sound can be heard over the soft conversations in many languages. The rhythmic sound of the clicking clack of the wheels on the rails begin to lull Sam who leans back.
A porter moves along the aisle with a cart. On it, small Tupperware pots can be steaming. Finally, he gets to the seats where Sam and Colton are and offers a grin as he bows slightly. “Coffee or tea?” he asks the pair. “Coffee please,” both answer at the same time causing Sam to add, “Jinx, buy me a Coke.”
The porter puts a separate Tupperware jug on the tray tables of the two then reaches into the cart to set a fine china cup and saucer with gold trim beside it, a package of instant coffee, sugar and powdered creamer resting in the cup. A second porter arrives, large two liter bottles of water in each hand that he leans past Colton to set one in the holder in front of Sam as well as Colton. Sam immediately begins to prepare her coffee as the porter adds a matching bowl with individual packages of cereal resting in it.
“Thank you,” offers Sam with a smile as she picks up the Tupperware container and empties the hot water into the cup. The dark black of the coffee capturing the light brown of the packet of raw sugar that Sam empties into it before she picks up the spoon to swirl the drink around. Setting the spoon to the side, she picks up the cup and sips at the hot coffee and smiles with pleasure. “I so needed that!” she exclaims before setting it down again and picking up the cereal packet. She holds it up for a moment wondering how she is going to eat it when she spies the porter with a container in his hand. She sees him pouring a white liquid so she quickly opens the cornflakes and empties it into the bowl. When the porter arrives, she holds up the bowl for the milk but is surprised at the steam rising off it as it streams into the bowl.
“What the heck?” asks Colton as his cereal is drowned in warm milk as well. Sam shrugs as the porter leans down to the pair. “We eat cereal with milk hot,” offers the porter in an attempt to calm the pair. Nodding slowly, the couple offer their thanks with a bit of a smile which has the porter moving off with a smile of his own.
“Warm milk on cereal?” asks Colton with disbelief as Sam picks up the spoon and dips it into the bowl then brings it to her lips. Taking the bite, she relaxes after proving that the warmed milk on cereal wouldn’t poison her. At her prompting, Colton also tries it and then with a curled lip, pushes the bowl away. He turns slightly to see Sam finishing up the cereal. “I wanted to ask you Sam, what is going on with your match at the supercard?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Sam shakes her head. “I have no idea darlin’. I thought that I was facing Jessie Salco but then all of a sudden, I find out that Christian Underwood wanted my okay to change the match. Seemed that someone complained that they had been left off the card so I gave it. I mean it doesn’t matter to me who I face because I don’t have anything to prove. I do appreciate being given the respect enough to approve the change.”
“You should be asked,” replies Colton as Sam once more takes a sip of her coffee. The continuous chugging of the train interrupted by the whistle as a community is passed. The porters return to refresh the coffee packages and take away the cereal bowls. A second porter follows him with a cart and stops to ask ‘veg or non veg?’ of the pair. Both answers non veg and small airline packages are set in front of Sam and Colton. The porter moves on as Colton opens his meal to reveal two hard boiled eggs, a small serving of shoestring potato fries with peas and what looks like a large spoonful of eggs with a distinct yellowish tinge and the scent of curry. Colton picks up the fork to the right of his meal and begins to pick through the eggs before bringing a small bite to his lips. Sam takes her knife and fork and cuts into the boiled eggs and takes her own bite, raising her eyebrow at the curry taste that is on every bit of meal.
After finishing her meal, Sam gets up and makes her way to the back of the car where she finds a pair of doors. One says Indian and the other says Western. Sam looks between the two and then pushes open the door marked Indian and then steps back in surprise to see what looks like a hole in the floor with two worn spots on either side of it. Shaking her head, she lets the door close then turns to the Western door and pushes it open instead. Walking in, she finds a small stool like seat over its own hole. Looking in, she can see the tracks flying by under it. With a sigh, she lets the door close behind her. Moments later, she appears once more, shaking her wet hands making her way to the seats once more.
An hour and a half later, the two have finished their meals and Sam had fallen asleep once more on the shoulder of Colton. The conductor moves along the train and is letting the travellers know they will be arriving soon. Colton gently wakes Sam once more and lets her know they have arrived. Sam sits up and wipes the sleep from her eyes and leans to the window trying to spy where they are. A sign post reading Agra has Sam turning to Colton.
“Agra? Why are we here?” asks Sam, her eyes narrowed slightly as Colton leads her off the now stopped train.
“Taking you on a bit of a detour from the India tour so I can have you all to myself darlin’,” he replies as he takes their suitcase from the porter. I made these plans when we were back in the states. I figured that you wouldn’t have much time outside of the tour so I planned an overnight here in Agra. We just have to head to our hotel and then for the rest of today and tomorrow, you aren’t Sam Marlowe, SCW’s sweetheart, you are Sammi Myers, the love of my life.”
“Awww Camo, you are so romantic,” Sam replies as she hugs the arm of Colton. “What do you have planned for us today then?”
“Today, couples spa treatments at the hotel and then dinner tonight after which we have a surprise tourist trip,” Colton answers as he leads Sam to a car pulled up with a driver holding a sign that says Myers on it. Helping Sam into the vehicle, Colton joins her as the driver puts the luggage in the truck then climbs into the taxi himself. The last view is the license plate of the taxi disappearing out of the train station.
Hours later, the sun can be seen slowly approaching the horizon as Colton helps Sam from a colorful motorized ricksaw. Dressed in a soft apple green salwar kamisa that she had purchased in Chandigarh, Sam waits with her eyes closed as Colton pays the driver. “Hurry up Colton, the suspense is killing me!” she exclaims as her husband walks up to her and takes her by the hand. He guides her towards a reflection pool and then stops.
He leans close to whisper into her ear. “Open your eyes sweetness.”
Sam slowly lets her eyes open and they widen as she takes in the reflection of a beautiful white building that is colored with the pinks and oranges of the setting sun. “Colton!” whispers a surprised and enchanted Sam who turns to him and caresses his cheek before pressing her lips against his. “It is beautiful!”
The pair move closer as Colton brings his hand to clasp Sam’s, their fingers lacing together and then he pulls her arm through his to kiss her knuckles. “You didn’t think that I would let you miss this, y’all are crazy Sammi. The Taj Mahal is like one of the seven wonders of the world and I got told by my mother who said that if I loved you, I would bring you here. So here we are, the most famous symbol of love there is.”
Sam marvels at the building and how it looks. Colton begins to lead her along the reflecting pool and towards the entrance area but Sam stops him and then pulls him back. She poses the two of them in front of the building and uses her cell phone to take a picture of the two of them framed by the monument.
“Are you surprised Sam?” Colton asks softly and is greeted with a nod and smile. “Good,” he adds as the darkness starts to descend. From where she is standing, Sam takes a picture with her camera. Clicking it, she then clicks share on her phone.
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Typing ‘At the monument of Love with Camo! Taj Mahal at sunset’, Sam pushes her thumbs over the keyboard on her cell and suddenly the whoosh sound of it being uploaded is heard. Putting her phone away, Sam allows Colton to lead her towards the building as they fade into the background.
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Violent Conduct is coming up and wouldn’t you know it, yours truly is booked for the supercard. But I am sure that you aren’t surprised that I was booked after all, I am one of the people that tend to be the go to when it comes to making supercard matches because I am one of the people that upper management knows that they can count on. That isn’t tooting my own horn, that is just a fact. I make it my mission to step up for Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, they put their faith in me when they offered me my contract and there is very little that would prevent me from showing them the same respect.
And then I saw the card and my opponent was none other than Jessie Salco, my perennial nemesis. We have done this dance time and again and here I thought that it was finished but no, the match was booked and I began to prepare to hand Jessie another loss because we both know that I have her number by now and there isn’t anyone that would put their money on Jessie against me. Again, not bragging, just stating facts.
Fast forward a few days and Jessie is posting on Twitter as a proxy for her good friend Krystal Wolfe. Which I have to say is rather disappointing considering that she was my opponent and here she was advocating for Krystal because poor Ms Wolfe wasn’t on the card for the supercard. And then I got to thinking first why was Jessie doing that? Then I wondered was it because she was advocating for her friend or given that every time Jessie faces me, she loses and this means that she is scared to face me at Violent Conduct. I wouldn’t blame her but still…
But that post started a chain reaction with Christian Underwood making it conditional about who I face…Jessie Salco or Krystal Wolfe. It also started some real drama but that is for another time and discussion. And it put it into my court to name my opponent. And thinking about it I have to shake my head. On one hand, keep Jessie in the match after the attack she suffered and I look like the bad guy choosing to face someone who was injured.
On the other, face Krystal Wolfe who whined by proxy about being forgotten and left off the card. If I made that choice, it would be justifying that if you whine you will succeed in getting what you want and that isn’t good either. And so, I made the vaguest non reply of not caring who I face at Violent Conduct which then allowed Jessie to name Krystal instead of herself. Which takes away the bad girl appearance from me and puts the whining proxy scared to face me image on her.
Which now I am facing Krystal Wolfe, the Australian who managed to step into the Bombshell Roulette title and shaved a couple of records of mine off. And told everyone and their brothers about it. I have to tell you that I was happy for her while she was champion and I didn’t care that she had to keep trying to rub it in that she was better than me because she beat my record for a single reign. But Krystal kept it up and it began to grate on my nerves so I just ignored her because I saw the caliber of her challengers and if you ask me, she really didn’t have that great of a challenge in some of the people she put her title up against. Now if she had put it up against me for instance, she never would have broken my records.
But that is neither here nor there because she didn’t put the title up against me and now she doesn’t have a title but she seems to have some kind of deathwish when it comes to facing me in the ring. I don’t know what she offered Jessie to demand by proxy that Krystal take her place. Is it the fact that Krystal wanted to save her friend from fighting injured or she wanted to redeem her losing streak in facing me. I get, I really do because how can she brag on the title run when she never beat me all during that time? And it wasn’t for lack of trying but management wasn’t taking any of the hints. You would have thought after I beat her in the Blast for the Past match, I would get a title match but no, she ducked me all the time.
Now, when she doesn’t have the title, she pulled up her big girl pants and decided to have Jessie get her a match against me. I have to ask, who does she think she is kidding? She faced me in the Blast from the Past and lost. Her record against me isn’t that great and now she wants to face me. Okay, y’all got your wish Krystal. You get to face me in the middle of the ring in Delhi at Violent Conduct. And you can thank your friend Jessie Salco for it. Honestly…some friend letting you get victimized by me at the supercard.
I have to be honest as well. I am kind of glad it is you facing me Krystal. I have things to prove and knowing that it is you, the ‘longest ever Bombshell Roulette champion’ that I am facing, will go a long way into proving what I know to be something that needs to be done and that is to finally get right back into title contention. Given that you are a former champion, it is only right that once I beat you that I will be able to put my name into the ring for contention for any of the bombshell titles here in SCW.
But first, Violent Conduct and facing you. Not looking beyond you, not looking through you and not underestimating you. The two of us know that when we meet in the middle of the ring there is going to be a winner and there is going to be a loser. And if you were asked right now, you would state with confidence that you would be the winner and I would be the loser. Sadly, if you were to say that…you would be lying.
Like I said earlier, I am only stating facts and the fact is that y’all aren’t going to win this match Krystal. I have too much to gain and there is nothing that I am going to lose when I beat you in the middle of the ring. Remember that when you are telling yourself that you can beat me because you will only be doing one thing and that is building yourself up for a heck of a fall. And it is only going to take a three count or if I decide to, I could make you tap like I have done in the past. You won’t see what is coming Ms Wolfe.
You will huff and you will puff but there will be nothing you can do when I blow your dream of winning this match up.
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A large white wall can be seen inside a bar where bunches of people can be seen drinking with the sound of music heard all over. On the floor are dancing couples who are enjoying the synth pop sounds playing.
Suddenly the wall lights up with the logo of Sin City Wrestling fading into the outline of Kali seen on the Violent Conduct splash. The image fades into the booked matches. To one side, a familiar redhead is seen, a large king can of Fosters in front of her. She sips at it as the people see the image of her flash up on screen. They look from the wall to Sam who is sitting there enjoying the beer. Sam realizes they are looking at her and the beer stops at her lips as the crowd once more point to the woman then the wall and then the woman again.
Realizing that she has been recognized, she sets the can on the table in front of her and offers a smile at the crowd who are smiling and gesturing at her. The crowd closer and one person moves to her table and bows slightly.
“Hello miss,” the man says. “Can we have picture !?”
Sam nods and motions for him to her side. As she does, she is surrounded by the crowd as she pulls out her cell phone and then turns to look at the fans before turning back to hold the cell phone out to take a selfie. As she does, she smiles and calls out…
“Say cheese!” says Sam
She is about to click the button when she hears the crowd shout ‘PANEER!” which has her double over with laughter. Coughing, she straightens up and once more tries to take the selfie only this time she joins the crowd in saying paneer and snaps the image. Once she is done, she picks up her beer and toasts the crowd who cheer.
Sam can be seen pacing slowly along a hallway as a soft moan can be heard from the side. Sam stops and then moves to the room where Colton can be seen curled up holding his stomach.
“Darlin’,” says Sam as she runs her hand along the brow of Myers in sympathy. “The doctor will be here soon and then we will find out why you sick like this.”
“I sure as hell hope so!” exclaims Colton before a look of panic crosses his face and he rolls off the side of the bed and rushes towards the small bathroom nearby. Sam’s nose wrinkles at the whiff of a toxic scent manages to make its way into the room. As it does, the door to the room opens to reveal a doctor in tan linen pants and a white lab coat over a dress shirt and tie.
“Hello Mrs Myers…where is your husband?” the doctor asks only to be answered with a groan of pain which he begins to nod at. “Nevermind,” he adds as he opens the folder in his hand.
“Doctor, I don’t know what is wrong with Colton,” she begins as the sound of a toilet flushing can be heard and Colton Myers appears in the bathroom doorway his white face covered in a thin layer of sweat as he fights to offer the doctor a weak smile.
The doctor nods again and then motions for Colton to climb back onto the bed. Sam joins him, standing beside the bed, her hand in his. “So, what’s wrong with me doc?” asks Colton.
“It is something called Delhi belly Mr Myers,” he answers as Sam’s head tilts and she shares a glance with her husband. The doctor opens the file in front of the Myers’. “It is a bacteria or parasite that causes this gastro intestinal situation that usually…”
“Are you tellin’ me that I am suffering from the…runs?” asks Colton in stunned disbelief. “I don’t normally get this…I mean I travel a lot for work and…” he begins to add before his voice lowers slowly and stops. “Oh god…how long will I be like this?”
Before he can get an answer from the doctor, a spasm crosses his face again and he rushes to the bathroom once more. Sam turns her face away and fights to not giggle. She covers her mouth with one hand as the doctor chokes on his own laughter. From the bathroom, Colton can be heard to call out, “I heard that Sammi!”
“Will this actually be bad doctor? I mean I understand this happening but when we got to India, everything seemed to be okay but when we were in Agra, Colton started to complain about having a headache and body pain,” offers Sam. “We are only in India for a little over a week now and after the supercard that my company is holding in Delhi, we will be heading back to the States.”
“Mr Myers should be okay very soon,” assures the doctor. “From what you two have described, he came down with this recently and he should be fine in a day or two. I advise you though not to use any medicine to stop this other than pain relievers. If you are to use something to stop his gastro intestinal…well that would be bad. It is better to let this parasite run its course. Better out than in. I recommend however, he takes it easy and follows a few simple rules. I will write up a list of what I recommend for him when it comes to eating and drinking. He will need to keep up his strength and try not to get dehydrated.”
The doctor pulls a pad of paper towards himself and begins to write out a few instructions for Sam as Colton slowly walks back into the room, his hand resting on his stomach, a soft gurgle every now and then happening. He sits quietly as Sam takes his hand once more. “The doctor told me that you should be fine in a couple of days Camo. So let’s get you back to the hotel and you can rest…that is the best thing for you.”
“I concur wholeheartedly sir,” adds the doctor. “I want you to make sure you are only drinking bottled water and no ice, all your food must be piping hot and you must wash your hands all the time. You will not die from this Mr Myers.”
“Easy for you to say Doc…” mutters Colton. “You ain’t runnin’ to the john all the time.”
“Colton!” exclaims Sam with a glare at her husband. She turns to the doctor and thanks him. Colton shakes his head and mutters his thanks as well before a sad groan escapes him followed by a rather wet gurgle which sends him running to the bathroom once more.
“Please tell Mr Myers that I am sorry he has caught this and I wish you luck,” offers the doctor before he leaves the room. Sam stands up and heads towards the bed where she calls out to her husband.
“Camo, darlin’,” she begins. “The doctor says we can go back to the hotel now. Do you think you can make it?”
“Come hell or high water darlin,” moans Myers as the scene fades out on Sam picking up Colton’s clothes and taking them to the door of the bathroom to hand them inside before backing away in preparation for leaving.
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I have to ask you something Krystal. Have you ever played the game what if? You know the one…what if you did one thing different, how your life can change? I constantly play that what if game with myself in some sick way of trying to justify the way my life has gone or make excuses for how my career is going. I often wonder if others do it just like I do. So Krystal, why don’t we ask that question to you. And let’s see if I can offer you some answers hmmm?
Like for example…what if you never won the Bombshell Roulette title? You wouldn’t be able to crow about how you are so much better than me for being such a dominant champion. You would just be another run of the mill bombshell here in Sin City Wrestling with nothing going for them except a dream to try and succeed or ride the coattails of friends because you can’t do any better than that.
Or, what if you didn’t pad your championship reign by facing people you knew couldn’t beat you for that title. I mean really faced women who would challenge you. Like why didn’t you face say me? After all I have beaten you…I actually made you submit. But instead of facing me, you ducked those challenges I put out there and you defended against people that wouldn’t be a challenge. I don’t want to say the word hypocrite but if the shoe fits Krystal…why wouldn’t I?
Another what if…What if I never lost the title? You would have somehow whined your way into a title shot I am sure and then when I beat you in that title match, you would have been right back at the bottom of the list needing to fight your way back up.
What if you weren’t the product of your friendships? Just like Jessie Salco, another bombshell I have beaten time and again, you need to be front and center like some desperate wannabe who can’t bear to be left out of anything. My goodness, you didn’t have a match at Violent Conduct so what did you do? You went on social media to get yourself a match. Wait, that wasn’t you was it…it was your good buddy Jessie Salco throwing you to the wolf that is me in the ring. What ever did you do to peeve her off like that? Because either you put her up to doing that on Twitter or she was too afraid to face me because she knows that I have her number and she had no chance against me.
I guess I really have to ask, what if you got your wish and managed to get a match against me. Well that what if got answered now did it. So it really won’t be what if anymore. Now it is what will happen to me now that I am facing Sam Marlowe in the ring at Violent Conduct? I can answer that as well. What is going to happen is that you are going to have to deal with someone that just doesn’t play games like you do. You are facing someone that was booked in a match when you weren’t and that had to irk you didn’t it? To know that I am someone that was given a match without having to beg for it.
Does that make you angry Krystal knowing that there are bombshells that management automatically book because they know that those bombshells put behinds in seats at every supercard? Am I hurting your feelings when I state facts like that because I don’t want you to think that is something that I want to do. Like everyone says, I am the good girl that everyone loves.
Which brings me to my next what if. What if I had said no to letting Jessie swap the match to you. What would you have done if you weren’t on the card for Violent Conduct? Poor Krystal might have been forgotten or put in a secondary role of being a supporting player to others. But luckily for you, I said yes and now you are set to take another loss at my hands. Are you ready to reap what you have sown when you asked for this match? I am.
What do you think Krystal? Isn’t if fun to play the what if game Krystal? I hope that I have answered some of your what ifs. I know I have answered mine.
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