The recap…I faced Candy at December to Dismember and it was a really tough match.  She put me through the wringer and I definitely felt the pain after the match.

But after my match at that supercard, there was something that remained with me.  The bombshell roulette title which is still around my waist and I am still the champion.  

But right after that match, management saw the drive and the abilities of Candy and decided to reward her with a second chance at the title in the main event on the first Climax Control of twenty twenty.  And if I am honest, yes, she does deserve the rematch however being given a second chance and succeeding with it is going to be a very hard battle for Candy.

The reason…my new year’s resolution to keep this title around my waist.  So, Candy, as much as you are excited to take this title from me, I am afraid that when all is said and done and the bell rings at the end of the match, Justin will be announcing that the winner of the match and STILL Bombshell Roulette champion…  

Sam Marlowe!
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Act one Scene one:  Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas

The sounds of Christmas carols being played on an old record player can be heard over the sounds of ripping paper and soft conversations.  Seated in a semi circle around a fireplace, Sam Marlowe and her family are in the midst of unwrapping Christmas gifts.  To one side, her mother dressed in a silky robe is seated in a rather fancy wingback chair while across from her is Philip Marlowe in his leather recliner dressed in a pair of cotton pyjamas under a black velour robe.  Cyn and Monte are seated on the large couch near Vanessa Marlowe wearing matching pyjamas.  Sam is wearing a long wrestling tee and fuzzy pyjama pants with Christmas balls pattern as she stakes out her place on the floor near her father’s recliner.

“Merry Christmas girls,” says Philip Marlowe as he gets to his feet and then reaches into the tree to pull out two packages.  “I was saving these for last because I know you girls would really appreciate them.  Now, Cyn, you open yours first.”

Cyn smirks at Sam who only rolls her eyes as Monte leans back to put his arm on the back of the couch.  Cyn yanks at the ribbon to reveal a small box.  Prying it open, she reveals a key that she picks up and looks at with a cocked eyebrow.  “Daddy, whatever could this be?” she demands with a slight quizzical look.  

“Well, it is a key,” responds Philip with a chuckle.

“Thank you Captain Obvious,” mutters Monte earning him a glare from Philip as Cyn shakes her head and stands to give her father a buss on the cheek.  “Thank you, Daddy, but it is a key for what?” asks Cyn who begins to look around.  As she does, Philip moves to his desk and pulls a box out from under it.

“I got these two strongboxes for you and Sammi,” he begins and then brings a second box upwards.  “I put your gifts into them and now you get to open them.”  He pushes the one with a monogrammed ‘C’ on it towards Cyn.

Cyn excitedly moves toward the box and inserts the key.  Opening it, she looks inside and then pulls out a piece of paper that she looks at then at her father.  “What is this…a house?” she demands as she looks between her parents and Monte who has leaned forward.

“It is about time that you and Montgomery moved into your own home Cynthia,” says Vanessa who smiles at her older daughter.  “Philip and I know that a young couple like you and he need to be on your own.  It is not too big but since your father helped Samantha get her home, I decided it was only fair that you also got a home.  I helped pick it out and it is right here in Houston near us.”

“I am sure it is lovely,” says Monte as he stands to move towards Cyn and reads the deed over her shoulder.

“Congrats Cyn,” adds Sam with a genuine smile.  Cyn smirks back at her which only causes Sam’s smile to fade slightly.

Before anything can be said, Philip hands Sam her own gift and motions for her to open it.  When she does, a second key is revealed and Sam gets to her feet to move towards her strongbox where she inserts the key and opens to reveal a small box that causes Sam to look up at her father in surprise then back at the small box.  

“What are you waiting for Samantha, open the box,” urges her mother.  With shaky fingers, Sam reaches into the box to pull out the other box and then slowly pries it open.  Inside on the velvet is a rather old fashioned necklace that she takes up into her fingers.  “Oh Dad…it’s Grandma’s necklace.  I thought this was lost!”  

“We found it Princess,” her father replied as he takes it from her and then spinning her around, he puts the necklace on Sam.  “Besides, I figured that since you already had a house, two would be too much.”  Sam turns and hugs her father then her mother as Cyn moves towards her parents and hands something to her mother forcing the hug Sam was giving her to end prematurely.  

“I think Mother that you are going to love Monte’s and I’s gift,” boasts Cyn as she gives her mother an envelope.  “This is rather sudden I know but I just had to share it.”  Smirking at Sam she watches as Vanessa opens it and pulls out a small scrap of a photo.  Looking at it then at Cyn, she can’t believe what it reveals.

“You’re pregnant?” whispers Vanessa, tears starting in her eyes.

“Goodness no,” vows Cyn.  “My body is not ready to suffer through nine months of being ruined so Monte and I have arranged for a surrogate to carry our child.”  Vanessa gets to her feet and hugs Cyn who has succeeded in regaining the spotlight from Sam who sighs and then moves to congratulate Monte before moving off to once more sit near her father’s chair.  The rest of the family are offering Cyn and Monte their congratulations and don’t hear the doorbell ringing.  Sam gets to her feet and then heads to the door where she opens it to find Colton there with a smile, flowers and a red Santa hat.

“Hello Sammi,” he says as he holds out the flowers only to pull them back quickly.  “Have you been a good girl?” he adds with a smile.

“Well, I think I have,” answers Sam as she leans on the door frame.  “What brings you here this early Colton?”

“I have a question that I need an answer for and then I need to talk to your father,” he begins before he reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small box making Sam’s eyes widen.  He looks at the ground and then with a grimace at the dirt there, pulls Sam inside before dropping to his knee.  “Sammi, I have wanted to ask you this since we were in high school.”

“Colton…I don’t know what…” begins Sam as Colton stops her and then pulls open the box to reveal his high school ring.  

“Do you want to go steady?” he teases which earns him a swat from Sam who begins to laugh.  

“You are too funny Camo,” she says as she shakes her head.  Colton gets to his feet and then moves closer to Sam, his face getting serious.  

“I am not trying to be funny Sam,” he begins.  “Since we started seeing each other, I have wanted to make it more official rather than just friends like how we have been.  So, will you be my girl?”

Sam looks down at the ring then up at Colton only to nod slowly.  “Of course, Colton, I thought you would never ask!”  When she responds, Colton slides the ring out of the box and onto Sam’s finger.  When he does, he moves towards her and plants a soft kiss on her lips.  Sam melts into the embrace then pulls away to ask if Colton would be coming in.  

“Wish I could Sammi but I gotta go home but you know that I will be back later…” he says as he backs towards the car in the drive.  

As he does, Philip Marlowe appears behind Sam and looks at Colton.  “Are you coming in young man or will we see you later?” he demands.

“Later sir,” says Colton as he pulls open the door of the car and slides inside.  With a wave to the pair at the door, he pulls away.

“Nice young man,” he says to Sam as he pats her shoulder.  “I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to ask you something important.”

“I think he did Daddy,” replies Sam as she hugs herself before closing the door.  Her father puts his arm over her shoulder and guides her back towards the living room where the rest of her family are.

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New Year, newest edition of Climax Control and I am in the main event defending the one thing that makes me such a challenge.  The Bombshell Roulette title that I have held for almost a year.  And I am to defend it on the first show of twenty twenty in a match stipulation that I have no clue of what it will be but I know one thing and that is no matter what match type and no matter what challenger I have, I am going to be fighting to win.

Candy, I don’t know what you are going to say about this match because well, I know you were surprised to find out you get another chance at my title.  And if truth be told, I was a little surprised myself.  Well not to have to be defending the title…that would never surprise me because I go into each match with the knowledge that I consider each match a title match.  

No, the surprise is that you are getting a second chance at the title.  I mean you proved at the supercard that you are a challenge not to take lightly but you are a challenge that I am going to face in my next title defense.

Which means that I have to remember how well you fought and I have to realize that I am going to have to be on my toes for this match.  I won’t take for granted that you are a rookie because we both know that even though you are a rookie, a win can happen out of nowhere.  I admit that I might have been cocky before but this time I am going to remind you why I am the one that is to be reckoned with when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title.  There aren’t any matches that I would consider a match that could legit beat me unless I didn’t really care to retain the title.  So sadly, for you Candy, that means that unless I want to give up the title, you have a snowball’s chance in hell of beating me.  
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Act one Scene two:  Preparing for the first defense of 2020

Sam Marlowe can be seen in a gym, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail that has escaping curls plastered to her forehead and cheeks as she works out.  Dressed with a pair of shorts and a tee that is knotted and sticking to her body, Sam is throwing punches and kicks against a heavybag that swings slowly from each blow.  

“Sam!” calls out a voice as Pussy Willow walks into the room where Sam is working out.  Marlowe seems to be ignoring her as she continues to slam her fists into the bag.  Pussy rushes up and taps at Sam’s shoulder making the redhead spin and cock her fist.  Pussy screams and backs away as Sam is able to pull the punch then reaches for the headphones in her ears.

“My god Pussy, you shouldn’t sneak up on a person like that!” says Sam as she drapes the headphones over her shoulders.  “What are you doing here?”

Pussy pats at her hair then straightens her shirt before glaring at Sam.  “I thought I would come and talk to you about the fact that you are defending your title at the first Climax Control of the new decade.  And the fact that it is the main event in the hometown of former champion Alicia Lukas.”

Sam sighs as she moves to grab a bottle of water and takes a slow sip as contemplates how to respond.  Turning back to her friend, she smiles and walks towards her.  “Well, if you are here for that, where is your cameraman?” asks Sam looking around.

Pussy scoffs as she reaches into her bag that is hanging off her arm.  Pulling out a GoPro camera, she points it at Sam and then jiggles it with a taunting smile.  “I was told that I have to let them cameramen have some time off you know.  So, I am my own cameraman this time.  And since I am not good at action shots for interviews, can we find a place to do this?” she asks.

Sam looks around the room then motions for Pussy to follow her towards a bench that is sitting in front of a wall mirror.  Pussy follows and then sitting down, she begins to record Sam who gets comfortable.

“First Sam, I want to say congratulations on the successful title defense at December to Dismember.  Candy seemed to take you to your limits in that match and it was quite a fight.  You came very close to losing the title,” offers Pussy.  “Were you worried at all during the match?”

“If I said that I wasn’t worried Pussy, then I would be lying.  It was rather close for sure and if I hadn’t been able to pull her away from the final turnbuckle, I wouldn’t be champion right now.”

“Speaking of which, you have now created a record that will be hard to beat.  The longest combined reign of any title in SCW and the only person to have four separate title reigns of more than one hundred days,” begins Pussy which brings a blushing smile to the face of Sam.

“You’ve been talking to Mercedes Vargas, haven’t you?” teases Sam.  

“Well yes,” admits Pussy.  “But also, you have to say that it is something of note though.  Nobody can claim that distinction.  What are your thoughts about it?”

“I think that there are many ways that I could pat myself on my back for that but in all honesty Pussy, to say that I am a great champion which all sorts of records like that is a misnomer.  I have had four separate reigns of more than one hundred days means that I had to have lost the title three previous times and if that is the case then how can I claim to be a great champion.  I will accept that I am good but great…nah,” replies Sam.  

“Okay Ms Modest, then let’s talk about your match at Climax Control.  You are facing Candy in a rematch from December to Dismember for your Bombshell Roulette title in the main event.  At the supercard, she came within a hairs breath of winning the title from you Sam.  What kind of preparation are you doing to be ready to face her on Sunday?” asks Pussy.

Sam thinks for a moment.  “Preparation for a match with a stipulation that I don’t know yet…” begins Sam as she reaches up to brush her hair from her face.  “I think the only way to prepare is to be prepared for anything in the match.  Candy I am sure will be preparing and I know she has it in her to beat me so I have to take this seriously and trust me I am.”  

Sam leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she shoots the GoPro a serious look.  “I want to send a message to Candy and to let her know that I am looking forward to the match and looking forward to face her for my title but I also want to let her know that when it comes to this title, I am not ready to let it go and that when it comes down to it, this match is important to me and so is the title.  Which I am sure you are going to say is just as important to you too.”

Pussy nods as she films Sam.

“I don’t know if you learned anything in our match at the supercard however, I did learn that you are someone that I am going to have to beat if I want to retain my title.  I know you are tough as nails and I know I am going to have my work cut out for me but beat you I will and that isn’t a threat, it is a promise.”

“Gotta love how confident you are Sam,” says Pussy as she pulls the camera back and then hits stop.  “I think that you are ready for sure but if you aren’t then you better get ready.”

Sam nods as she gets to her feet and then reaches to put her headphones into her ears again.  “I am on it,” she responds before turning to head back to the heavybag.  Pussy leaves the gym just as Sam gets into a rhythm of strikes on the bag.

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I am here in Georgia Candy and I am ready to step in the ring with you once more to fight for my title and this time it isn’t going to be anything like you have seen before.  Sure we had a garland match at our last fight and it is true that I didn’t pin you or make you submit but that may not be the case at Climax Control.  

No this week you will be going one on one with me in a match that will be decided by the spin of a wheel and believe it or not, that wheel has no favorites when it comes to match type.  I have been in so many matches that I could honestly say that is my gimmick…

They do say it takes a certain kind of person to participate in these kinds of matches and out of everyone in this company, I think I have proven that I am known commodity when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title.  And that also means that whomever they put against me has to understand that I live and breathe this title and there is no way that I am going to let it go without a fight.  

I know you are ready to prove that you aren’t a fluke and that you deserve to be in the rarified air of the championship scene and I will honestly say that you could easily excel as a champion.  Sadly however, it will not be this week when you step in the ring with me.  I am here in Georgia to retain my belt and if that means beating you then that is what I am aiming to do.  

So congratulations Candy for earning yourself a rematch.  Good luck when you step into the ring with me on Sunday because when you do, you are stepping into the ring with a woman that for all intents and purposes has spent the last year or so defining what it means to be the Bombshell Roulette champion and who will be writing the blueprint of what it means to remain champion in twenty twenty.  

And finally Candy, I am sorry that I am going to have to burst your bubble about winning my title because it is just not going to happen this week.  My promise and resolution for myself this year is that I will start and end twenty twenty as the Bombshell Roulette champion.
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The concept behind the Bombshell Roulette title is simple.  Before the match, Rocky Mountains spins a roulette wheel with match stipulations on it.  Anything and everything could happen with that one spin.  An inferno match that could see the loser being burned.  A table match that will end with a broken table or maybe a broken body.  A lingerie match that will get a ‘rise’ out of the fans.  

I don’t think one can ever be ready for a match like this.  It has a reputation of being gimmicky from some, others say that it is a title that really takes someone special to fight for this title.  But lately, it has become something of a second thought.  No one wants to challenge for the belt because it is second rate, the midcard title that isn’t even considered a stepping stone to the big title anymore.  That is until the supercard…

December to Dismember is happening and I am in a match for the one thing that everyone seems to think is nothing.  That’s right, the bombshell roulette title that no one wants because they all want a shot at the World Bombshell title.   Sad to say however, there is someone that wants it.  Someone that is driven to fight their hardest for this title in situations that are last minute which are matches that could swing either way at the drop of a hat.

That someone is…ME!
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Act one Scene one:  

“Sam, you around?”

Sam Marlowe looks up from the pool of the gym where she had been training.  This week was just for Sam to be on her own, working out and preparing to defend the Bombshell Roulette title against Candy who had won a triple threat match to face her.  

Colton Myers comes into view, dressed in a pair of dark denim jeans, cowboy boots and a white tee that begins to stick to his chest from the steam of the pool area.  Moving towards the table where he spies the towel of Sam, he turns to see the redhead slowly treading water in the pool and smiles at her.

“Sami, what do y’all think you are doin’?” he drawls as he crosses his arms over his chest.  Kneeling, he watches her as she floats closer.

Sam swims towards him and crosses her arms over each other on the side of the pool as she answers.  “Well I figured that after the work out I had, I wanted to do some rehab on my body without stressing it.  I have a big match coming up and you know I want to be in top shape.”

Colton smirks as he nods towards the water.  “Yeah, that’s a good color on ya,” he begins speaking before straightening up again and reaching for the towel and then motions to the stairs of the pool.  “But I wanted to talk to you about something and well, it is kinda hard with you in the pool and such a distraction.”

“I’m a distraction?” she teases as Colton nods.  She sighs in a teasing way then begins to stroke towards the stairs.  Colton meets her at the steps as she walks out of the pool, the water dripping from the cloth of the swimsuit.  Myers holds out the towel to wrap it around Sam who smiles her thanks.  She begins to rub the cloth against her hair, drying it slightly before wrapping the towel tighter around her body.  “So Camo, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” she asks.

“Well,” says Colton who runs a hand through his hair as if nervous about talking about it.  “Friend of mine wants to do a video for a song cover and he asked me to be in it and…”  Colton’s voice drifts to silence as Sam slowly raises an eyebrow.

“And…what?”

“It is a country love song and he said he wants me to play the lead guy in it and he wanted to know if I knew anyone that could be the female lead,” he says as Sam and him begin to walk towards the doorway.  “Now I ain’t saying that you need to or anything but I think it would be perfect for you.  Easy shoot and all that and you get to work with me,” he teases.  

Sam spares a glance at Colton as she thinks about what he is asking.  “So you want me to play the lead for this?  What’s the song?” she asks.

“Beautiful Crazy or something like that,” hedges Colton who can’t catch Sam’s eyes.

Sam bites at her bottom lip as she watches Colton who smiles for her and reaches for her hand.  “You don’t know how perfect you are for this Sami,” he vows and pulls her closer.  “Let me tell him you will be in it with me,” he says.

“Why not,” she replies with a toss of her head that sends droplets of water spraying about before the curls bounce back along her shoulders.  “When is the shoot?  I do have some other stuff to do before the supercard but I do promise I will help with the video.”

Colton smiles as he pumps his fist slightly.  “I will find out and call ya,” he responds as he walks backwards towards the door.  Probably be next week sometime and only a day shoot from what I understand from him.  Thanks Sami, I owe you one!”  Leaning forward, he plants a quick kiss on Sam’s cheek then flashing her a smile, he turns and leaves the redhead standing there.

Sam watches him leave as a hand moves up to her cheek where his lips had kissed her.  Shaking her head, she turns and heads towards the door of the gym before slipping through the doorway to disappear in the showers.  

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Candy, I want to talk to you about what is going to be happening at December to Dismember and what it means for you.  I know you are a rookie here in SCW and I know that you really haven’t be in a match of this caliber in your short time here in the company but that doesn’t mean you aren’t ready for this.  Now I don’t know what you know about the Bombshell Roulette title but let me give you a little bit of a lesson when it comes to this match between the two of us.  

The title match for this belt isn’t a regular match at all.  Some non SCW people think it is nothing more than a gimmick title, no real significance when all is said and done.  A secondary title that pales in comparison to the World Bombshell title.  And those people aren’t getting the nuance of just what this title means or how it really should be considered the top tier title.

Most people can’t get over the fact of it being a match that is only decided mere moments before the match itself.  I have heard it said that no one can ever prepare for something that is only going to be decided before the match.  And maybe that is true for some but in all honesty, I like the fact that this match is so unpredictable.  Daddy says that the only things that are certain are death and taxes and even then, is it a gamble with taxes.  

A gamble…how apt when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette wheel o’matches.  No one can tell just what match type it could land on and if I am honest, each spin is a small shot of adrenaline for me as it clicks towards the match type.

Each click like a mini heartbeat that slows to a stop and that stop will have a match type.  I have been in many matches for this title, both defending and vying for it.  So if one would say that there is a person that is the true Bombshell Roulette champion, many names would be put forward but there is really only one person that personifies the title and that is the current Bombshell Roulette champion.

Candy, I hope that you are paying attention to what I am saying here. I know that you are relatively new to SCW and haven’t had a chance to understand what you are gettin’ yourself into at the supercard when you get to challenge for my belt.  This title has been around my waist for a long time and I am a very storied champion.  Yeah, I have lost and won this title quite a few times but that doesn’t mean I am not a threat.  I am the only woman that has had multiple hundred-day title reigns and I am the wrestler to hold the record for the longest combined reign of all time.  When you look at the record books when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title, the one name you see the most is mine.  Not to toot my own horn or anything but this belt and I are starting to become inseparable.

So Candy, I want to wish you good luck at December to Dismember.  I know you will be looking to dethrone me and I am not cocky enough to say that you don’t stand a good chance but I also have to tell you that I am taking you as a serious threat and will act accordingly.  
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Act one Scene two:  

Sam Marlowe can be seen walking down a hallway where the sound of children can be heard screaming in delight.  Dressed in an elf costume, she moves into the room where a Christmas tree can be seen with some small ornaments hanging haphazardly as surrounding it are a bunch of kids in hospital gowns and robes.  

“It’s Santa’s elf!” screams a small girl who rushes to hug the legs of Sam who smiles as she is almost bowled over.  The other children move towards her as behind her, Pussy Willow and a cameraman follow her inside the room.  

“Sam, what do you want to do?” asks Pussy as the cameraman is filming the redhead interacting with the kids.  

“Right now, Pussy we spend the time with the kids,” answers Sam as she smiles down at the little girl and holds out her hands for the others.  They take them and help her towards a table where crafts and half made ornaments can be seen.  Sam joins the group and sits down to be handed a string of yarn and a small pile of pasta.  

Pussy joins Sam and also has crafting items pushed her way.  “But Sam I was hoping to talk to you about your match coming up at the supercard.  You do have a stiff challenge where you will be facing Candy for the Bombshell Roulette title.  I wonder if you are ready for it.  I mean you are already more than a hundred days as champion again.  Do you think that it makes you not as worried?” asks Pussy as a small boy brings his hands to Pussy’s to help her twist a brown pipe cleaner into the crooked shape of a reindeer.

Sam glues a few of the pasta pieces to the yarn and strings it up against her neck like a necklace.  “I know that Candy is a really ready person to challenge for the title and she did win a triple threat match.  I also know she is very excited about everything.  I haven’t heard her say anything about me but I am sure that when push comes to shove, she is going to be ready for whatever I can come up with,” offers Sam.  “If you ask me, she seems almost too positive.  I knew people like her when I was younger…you know the cheerleader types that had too much sugar and cheer practice?”

Pussy can’t help but laugh at the picture that Sam paints.  “Oh Sami, I don’t think you are taking this as seriously as you should.  Candy did beat both Amelia Hogan and Bella Madison to advance to your title match.  That is saying something,” states Pussy.

Sam reaches for another piece of pasta and glues it as well.  Once she has it on the string, she reaches for a small paintbrush and dips it into the small cup of paint.  “I am taking her seriously Pussy, trust me.  I may sound cocky and I may be talking a good game but I will be honest and tell you that I am nervous for this match because when push comes to shove, Candy does have a great match record and I am not really all that strong in the last few outings I had.”

“Then you really need to get ready for this match Sam,” says Pussy as she finishes by putting googly eyes on the reindeer pipe cleaner.  “Why don’t we get the interview done and then we can come back to the kids.”  Pussy moves to stand only to be stopped by Sam.

“Pussy, today is for the kids,” says Sam with a smile.  “This is a tradition for me and I am not going to stop just because I need to promote my match.”  She looks over the kids then back to Pussy.  “I promise you this.  I am taking Candy seriously and I am very prepared to go out to that ring and defend my title to the best of my ability and win or lose, Candy is going to know she has been in a fight and if that means that she underestimates me, that will be the last time she does.  Listen Pussy, right now I want to spend my time with Christmas crafts and hot chocolate and cookies.  Tomorrow is soon enough to think about the match.”

“Did someone say hot chocolate?” demands a jolly fat man in red who had come up behind Sam.  “Santa was wondering if his helper here would point him in the right direction.  And also find Santa some marshmallows.”

“SANTA!!” scream all the kids as they notice him for the first time.  His chuckles are drowned out by the kids as all of them try to talk at once.  Sam spins and stands beside Santa trying to gain control of the situation as the pair walk towards a large “Santa throne” of a decorated waiting room chair.  Pussy sighs as she watches them move off before turning to the cameraman and drawing a hand across her throat tells him to stop filming.

Suddenly, the image fades to black with one last view of Sam helping a child sit on Santa’s knee.

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Candy, I want you to know that I have been studying you and I have to say that I am impressed.  

You won a triple threat match to advance to challenge me.  That is super tough considering your opponents.  And I also have been watching your matches and I think that you will be a hard opponent to overcome.

But when it comes to my title, I have a very strong desire to retain the title.  This isn’t just a title to me Candy.  It is part of my raison d’être.  That’s French for this belt is going nowhere.  So as much as you want to take this title from me, I am going to be fighting that much harder to keep it around my waist.

Good luck Candy, you are going to need it at December to Dismember.
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I get it, trust me I do.

I am the current Bombshell Roulette champion and everyone keeps saying that I deserve to be going for the top title here in Sin City Wrestling.  Every opponent I have faced has said why am I holding myself back when I am skilled enough to challenge for a title I have held in the past and will hold again in the future.  They insist that I move up and onward to that title…

Then you have the six pack challenges for the World and Bombshell titles and low and behold I am named as one of the Bombshells that could get a chance at becoming one of the six in the title match for the Bombshell title and what does everyone start to do?  Talk about how I am already the Bombshell Roulette champion and how dare I be given a shot at the main Bombshell title when I already hold the second tier Bombshell title.

Telling you right now, I didn’t ask for this.  I just went out and worked my butt off to keep my skills up and win night after night.  And yes, I have suffered losses and I have lots of wins.  And really you have to ask management why my name was thrown into the hat.  But you can guarantee that I am not going to let my shot escape me.  

Most Bombshells probably think that I am not going to fight too hard because I am already a champion.  I hate to burst your bubbles but that makes me much more dangerous.  I am a champion but just think of the rarified air I will be breathing when I am a double champion…
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Act one Scene two:  

“Are you crazy?” demands a voice that rises in octave as Sam is running on a treadmill.  Beside her, Roberta or Bobbie is filming her from behind a small Super 8 camera.  “You are getting into a match that you will face not one but TWO people and you expect to come out of it with a title shot?”

Not missing a step, Sam nods with a soft “yep.”

Bobbie moves around the treadmill to look at Sam.  “Girl, I hope you know what you are doing.  And if you get that shot, won’t that book you double at the December to Dismember supercard?  You are the Roulette champion of the bombshells too you know.” Says Bobbie.

That comment stops Sam as the treadmill moves her to the end.  Stepping off quickly before she falls, Sam has a strange look on her face.  “I don’t know if I will be pulling double duty…”

“You said duty!” interrupts Bobbie which makes Sam laugh along with her friend.  The two fight to breathe as they calm down and Sam begins to speak again.

“Seriously I don’t know what is going to happen, all I know is that I am going to fight my hardest to make it into the match at the supercard and to do that I have to beat Bella Madison and Sierra Williams,” says Sam with a sigh.

“Aren’t they the girlfriends of those feuding brothers?” asks Bobbie as the pair move to another weight machine and Sam sits herself down to begin to do leg presses.  “Do you think they will work together to beat you?”

“I don’t know Bobbie,” offers Sam with a soft grunt as she works the weight up and down with her feet.  “It would be the smart thing to do but then again, I don’t know if they get along or not.  Either way, I am ready for this match and I am ready to take the opportunity to be in that six pack challenge.  And it starts this Sunday at Climax Control.”

“Well you know the hubby and I will be there,” offers Bobbie.  “I bought him tickets for his birthday and he can’t wait.”

“Y’all are welcome to come out with me,” says Sam.  “I am flying out on Saturday.”

“We’re driving there and making it a mini vacation,” replies Bobbie before she moves away from Sam.  “But we will see you there.  Please tell me you can get me backstage with hubby.  He wants to see behind the scenes.”

Sam nods slowly.  “I will see what I can do but no promises,” she offers as the pair begin to walk towards the showers before disappearing through the shower doors.



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Sierra Williams, former mixed tag champion with her husband Lachlan Kane.  Bella Madison, dating Malachi and kinda like Sierra’s sister in law.  I bet those family dinners must be really interestin’…

I kid of course, considering just how close Lachlan and Malachi are.  But you two I take very seriously because we all know that Sierra, you have been a champion already in Sin City Wrestling and for quite a long time.  And in the mixed tag world, that is an accomplishment not to be joked about.  And listening to Mercedes Vargas, the person who is the statistics person of the company, you hold the record for the longest reign as Tag champions.  And that deserves respect right there.  So, Sierra, you do have my respect and that means that I am not going to take you lightly because you do have the skills to take that shot and win it…if it was against any other woman in the company.  But you are facing me and that means that you have to realize that I am as just as good as you as a champion.  Some might even say that I am the best in SCW because I hold the record for the most days as champion with all the title reigns I have held.  Good to know but doesn’t mean much if you can’t back it up and this week in this match, I am going to prove to everyone in the ring that I deserve to have this opportunity.

That will mean that I am going to have to win, simple as.  I can’t afford to let you get the win over me Sierra because I have something to prove to Alicia.  Yes, I admit it, I lost to her in my last title opportunity and her reaction to it lit a fire under my behind.  It drove me to win back the Bombshell Roulette title and it also started me on the path to once more win the Bombshell World title.  

Then of course, management doesn’t make it simple because they made this match a triple threat and added Bella Madison to the mix.  And believe me when I say that she just might be the spoiler in this match.  She is a very tough up and comer and was undefeated until she stepped into the ring with yours truly.  It was me that ended her undefeated streak and now in her first match that is her start to an opportunity to challenge for the title, she once again faces me and I really have to wonder what that is making her think.  

Is she prepared to face me again and once again lose momentum and end up being locked in the SammiWrap?  Is she prepared to face Sierra and beat her?  Or will she be the one that is eliminated to the outside leaving the fight to be between Sierra and myself? I honestly have to say it is unknown at this time because that is just how good she is.  

The three women in this match are determined to win by any means necessary but there is only one woman that is a current champion with nothing to lose and everything to gain.  Yes, IF I lose on Climax control, I will still be a champion.  But WHEN I win the match, it is my opportunity to be the holder of both titles in Sin City Wrestling.
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It is getting closer and closer and if you were to ask anyone what they could be thinking about High Stakes Nine, you would probably hear about Mercedes Vargas and Melody Grace…Ty West facing his new Uncle in Senor Vinnie or the fact that Ben Jordan and Fenris are going to be kicking the dickens out of each other.  I bet you though, no one would be thinking about the Bombshell Roulette title in the same breath as these kinds of matches because all anyone can think of is the fact that big girl Bobbie Dahl is facing skinny girl Sam Marlowe.  The proverbial Davida versus Goliatha  

I guess no one can see beyond the fact that Bobbie is a big girl, too much woman for the ring so to speak.  And if you ask me, I don’t think that it is right to do that.  As a matter of fact, I am NOT going to be doing that because I have seen her skills in the ring.   I have seen her push herself beyond other skinny people limits to get win after win.  And if I am honest, I have to definitely be on my toes in this match or something bad will happen and that is Bobbie will win the title from me.  

All I hear from everyone else is to beat her at her own game.  Run the fat girl out of breath until she is easily out of breath then pin her to the mat.  If I was smart, I would ignore that advice and keep doing what I do and that is taking the fight to whomever it is I face across the ring.  And yes, I will admit that even if Bobbie has me by size and definitely by weight, she is my equal in skill and my equal when it comes to my title and the desire to be the Bombshell Roulette champion.  

I guess the winner in our match will be the one who is the hungriest.  Spoiler alert…it won’t be the fat girl.
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Act one Scene one:  

The soft buzz of a clock radio and the staticky voice fills the room as does the sun through lacy white curtains.  A hand creeps out from under the blankets blindly slapping at the bedside table before hitting the radio off of it where it lands on the floor.  The drop has somehow knocked it off the station and the rush of static fills the space.  A muffled curse is heard from beneath the blanket before it is thrown back to reveal a sleepy Sam Marlowe who drops her head as her feet slide out to frame the radio on the floor.

“Okay okay,” she mutters as she bends at the waist and reaches for the radio turning it off and setting it on the bedside table.  “I’m awake.”

Those words are disproven as Sam falls backwards on the bed and her eyes flutter closed.  A sigh of contentment escapes as she stretches out across the large bed and then slumps back to roll to her side.  Grabbing a pillow, she once more tries to fall asleep but another sound catches her attention.  The buzz of her phone has her covering her head with the pillow mumbling about no one is supposed to know she is home.  She peeks out from the pillow as the ringing stops but the answering machine attached to the line beeps on…
“You have reached the answering machine of Sam Marlowe.  I am not able to take this call but I really want to be able to call you back so leave your name and number after the beep and I will call you back.  And now here is the…beeeepppp!”

The voice of Philip Marlowe can be heard as he stumbles to respond to the beep of the answering machine.  “Sammi, we have to talk.  I heard about what happened here at the house and wonder if that is the reason you decided not to stay like you told your mother you would when the Caribbean part of your tour was happening.  Monte is not angry at you anymore and he doesn’t blame you hitting on him even though he is your sister’s husband and forgi…”

Sam sits up and stares at the answering machine in shocked surprise.  “Monte doesn’t blame me…oh hellfire no!” exclaims Sam as she gets off the bed and moves towards the phone, her hand slamming the receiver off the cradle as she begins to dial the number of her father’s cellphone then pushes the speaker of the phone.  She waits for only a moment before she hears his voice.

“Sammiwich baby, I was just leaving a message for you,” he says, the voice indicating a smile which brings a smile to Sam’s face.

“I know Daddy, I heard.  And that is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Sam begins.  “I am sorry that I didn’t stay at the house while I was on tour but I just don’t feel comfortable there anymore what with Monte and Cyn living there too.”

There was silence on the other end for only a moment before her father speaks.  “He and Cyn told me that you were not able to leave him alone while you were here and it was a good thing that you didn’t come back,” he states, doubt beginning to enter his voice.  “That was a lie wasn’t it?”

“I am afraid it was Daddy.  Once Monte messed with Cyn behind my back, I dropped any feelings or desires when it came to him.  And when I heard he and Cyn got married, that put him way out of my radar,” answers Sam honestly.  “And when I did show up to stay, he couldn’t leave me alone so I figured it was better just to stay away from home and come on back to Vegas each week.”

“I wish you had told me Sam,” says her father, anger beginning to tinge his reply.  “How dare that son of a…”

“Daddy!” exclaims Sam interrupting her father.  “It is all right, it is over and now that I know that is what is going to happen if I come home, then I am going to be staying here in Vegas instead so you and Moms will have to come here to see me.”

“This is where you grew up Sam and how dare he,” her father storms angrily.  “Let me tell you this Sammi, I am going to give him a talkin’ to and then I am going to do the same with your sister.”  Sam smiles as she realizes that her father believes her but knowing that Cyn would make it hard for her father with their mother, Sam speaks up.

“Daddy no, don’t do that,” she begins.  “I can live with it and trust me Daddy, I won’t let it get to me and you shouldn’t either.  So why don’t you come spend time here in Vegas with me before I have to head to Hawaii.”

“Hawaii…” her father repeats slowly.  “When are you going to Hawaii?”

Sam pauses as she looks down to think.  “I fly out next week for High Stakes on Thursday the seventeenth, why?” she asks, an impending sense of doom sending a shiver through her body.

“Weeelll…” says her father, “Cyn and Monte and Moms and I are heading out to Hawaii in the middle of next week for a week’s vacation in Honolulu.  Cyn and Monte planned it.  You don’t think they knew…do you?”

“I doubt it Daddy but I have to thank you for the warning,” replies Sam who then sucks her lips between her teeth.  Releasing them, she continues.  “Do you know where you are staying?”

“On the beach according to Cyn.  Let me get the hotel name for you…”  The line goes quiet as in the distance, the sound of Philip’s voice carries across the distance from the phone.  Footsteps bring him closer again and he speaks.  “We are staying at the Prince Waikiki Hotel in Honolulu.”

Sam sighs in relief as she leans her head against the wall beside the phone.  “Thanks Daddy.  Good to know that I won’t have to worry about running into Cyn and Monte too much next week.  But you and Moms and I should do lunch when I get in.”

“Of course, we should princess, you give us a call and we will set up something.  But I have to go, I have a meeting coming up,” says Philip.  “Miss you princess and talk to you soon.”  

“Love you Daddy,” says Sam as she smiles at his response of ‘ditto’ then hangs up the phone at the click of his disconnection.  Turning to the bed, she debates returning to it before shaking her head with a half grin and moves out of the room with a whistle.

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Bobbie, I want to talk to you woman to woman.  I know that we have faced each other before and I currently am on the winning end of our matches and I want to also let you know that I am not taking that lightly.  

It is true that you seem to be on a streak where you aren’t on your game and I am sure there must be a reason for it.  But I also know that constantly hearing from the other bombshells about how you are a ‘big’ girl and that you don’t deserve to be in the ring with them must really be working on your ego.  I know it did for me for a while especially Mercedes talking all the talk about how much better she was against me and that I didn’t deserve to be in the same ring with her.  Talk like that makes you doubt yourself and when you do that, you have the ability to beat yourself before the match even starts.  I am living proof of that when I lost the title to Mercedes.  But do you know what that also does?  It makes you want to prove people wrong and trust me when it comes to fighting my way back, each jab and pointed comment makes me want to fight that much harder and prove myself that much more.  

Now I can’t claim to be you just like you can’t claim to be like me but I want to tell you straight out that I don’t doubt you are going to be coming to try and take my belt and believe me I have faith that you probably could take it from me if you really wanted to.  

I also have to admit I have to grin when you send me those little warnings that you are coming for me.  No one has ever called me Sammie Cakes and I have to admit, it is cute but cake isn’t what is going to be served by me at High Stakes.  It is going to be a serving of sammiwich press and the Sammi wrap and after that, the icing on this cake will be the Bombshell Roulette title which will be laid on my shoulder and Justin Decent will be announcing that I have retained the title.  I hope you are ready for that.
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Act one Scene two:  

A familiar figure is standing in the middle of a ring in a gym that is surrounded by young men and women.  Dressed in a pair of wrestling tights that fit like a second skin, a strategically ripped NXT tee over a black halter and laced up wrestling boots, Vixen Staggs can be seen locking up with a young redheaded woman who is turned into a headlock that Vixen grinds down on.

“And this is how you control the head of an opponent,” says Vixen as she drops to one knee and flips the student to the mat.  She releases the hold as the redhead slips through and brings up the arm of Vixen into a hammerlock that brings a smile to the lips of Vixen.  “And that is how you make one kind of mistake, assuming that there is no escape for your opponent.  Okay, all of you pair off and practice escaping headlocks.”

In the ring, the pair of women stand together as the group of people move off in pair to lock up in collar and elbows that are quickly turned into headlocks then hammerlocks.  “Thanks, Sam, for coming to help me today,” offers Vixen as she watches while leaning on the ropes.  

Sam moves beside Vixen and rests her crossed arms over the ropes as well.  With her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, Sam is wearing a pair of hotpants and a wrestling singlet that is over a white tee.  “No thanks needed Vix,” she says.  “I figured that I could get some work outs in by helping you and training too if I am honest.”

“You know that should you need it, the gym is available to you,” says Vixen.  “Spike and I know what you are capable of and if you ever decide to retire, I would totally hire you to teach here.”

“Hey, trust me that offer is being considered for sure but not for a long time,” teases Sam as she lightly nudges Vixen’s arm.  “Besides I have way too much to do in SCW yet.  After all, I have the second longest combined title reign in SCW and you know I won’t be able to stop until I have that record beaten as well.  But first, have to retain in Hawaii,” adds Sam as she pushes off the ropes and heads towards the corner where there is a bottle sitting on the canvas.  Opening it, she tips it up to let the cool liquid run across her lips as she moves back to the ropes.  Pausing slightly, she slides between the ropes and sits on the apron.  Quiet now, she sighs as she looks out at the people training.

Joining her, Vixen leans back against the apron hooking her elbows on it.  “Okay Sam, tell me what is on your mind.”

Ducking her head, Sam lets a half grin pass over her features.  “Am I that obvious?” she demands with a side glance at Vixen.  At the other’s nod, Sam continues.  “It is my match at the supercard.  I am facing Bobbie Dahl and I am thinking that everyone thinks that it is going to be very easy for me to beat her.  Everyone has said that Bobbie isn’t fit to be in the ring but I have seen her in the ring and she knows her way around it.  I just wonder if she is going to be the one to beat me this time or not.”

A soft tumble of French curse words escapes the lips of Vixen which makes Sam smile.  “That sounds so nice…” says Sam.

“It isn’t that good Sammi,” offers Vixen.  “Ostie, I wish you would not do this to yourself Sam.  I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you are better than you think you are.  This match against Bobbie isn’t something that should be worrying you because you know you can beat her and have done it how many times now?”

“Twice,” replies Sam.

“Exactement,” says Vixen as she turns to face Sam, one elbow still resting on the apron.  “You have beaten this Bobbie twice before so what is the reason you won’t beat her again?  You were always one of my better students after all,” boasts Vixen.   Sam has the grace to blush as she once more ducks her head.  Vixen just rolls her eyes and putting a hand on the knee of Sam she speaks once more.  “Listen Sam, you can’t tell me that you really think that Bobbie is going to beat you.”

Sam sighs before replying softly.  “I can’t not tell you that Vix, goodness knows that with a Roulette title match that wheel is the great equalizer.  You know that from when you won this title.  And Bobbie seems to want this title very badly.  At least that she keeps saying all the time.”

“That’s fine, you just need to want it more,” responds Vixen.  “So that means you prepare hard for this match like you were facing your end of career if you lose this match.  Besides, you know that no one has been a better champion than you with this title.  So what you need is a bit of a refresher when it comes to this type of match.”

“What are you saying?” demands Sam with a curious look on her face.  “You think that I have this match in the bag then I have to say that you have more confidence than I do.  But between you and me Vix, there is a change in me when it comes to the match and what will be happening in Honolulu.  I am starting to feel the burn of wanting to win.  That title is calling out to me…banking the fire of my desire and stoking it until it is red hot.”

Vixen smiles as Sam’s fingers curl around the open bottle of water causing a gush to escape the bottle and drench her legs.  Sheepishly, Sam looks at the spreading dampness and wipes at it with a towel she sees laying on the canvas nearby and grabs.  

“Did that cool you off,” teases Vixen with a stifled laugh.  Sam just shoots her a side eye glance and chuckles halfheartedly.  Vixen straightens up and looks at Sam then at the students.  “Let’s see about getting you ready for your match at High Stakes…”

Vixen calls the students together and points at Sam who is looking surprised on the apron.  “We need to help get my friend here ready for her match at High Stakes and so we will start with a gauntlet and Sam, we start with…” Vixen smiles and points at a young woman in school gym shorts and tee.  “Her.”

Sam lays on the apron and rolls under the bottom ropes into the ring as the student gives her a look then a questioning look at Vixen who nods and motions for her to get into the ring.  Shrugging, the student jumps on the apron and slides between the ropes.

Before they can lock up, Vixen calls out that the match is a submission match as she climbs the ringsteps to slide into the ring.  Signaling to someone on the outside for a bell, she starts the match as the student locks up with Sam in a collar and elbow hold.
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Honolulu Hawaii is going to be the site of High Stakes Nine and the bombshells and superstars of Sin City Wrestling will be there to shine as only they can.  Match after match that night are going to be lighting up the night.  And there is one match that I am looking forward to.

And no, it is not the Ben Jordan Fenris match…grin

I am actually looking forward to the defense of my title against one woman that I know is ready to take me to the limits in her search for her first title here in Sin City Wrestling.  Now if you were to say, Sam, what do you think the odds are that you are going to retain your title after the supercard I would have to say that in my opinion the odds are fifty fifty.  It isn’t that I am not confident in my abilities, trust me I am going to be more than ready for that match but any match of this kind of caliber, I am not going to be going into that match without doubts but I am going into it with a healthy dose of respect for my opponent.  

Bobbie, I have seen you beat some of the best women in the company and I know that any day you can bring your A game and beat me.  But I also know just what it is that I am good at and when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title, I am very good at matches on the fly.  Do you realize that the spin of the wheel could put this match out of your reach with match types that play to my strengths or it could spin the other way and give you total advantage of the competition in a match that is right in your wheel house.  And I have to be ready for that too.

I will tell you Bobbie, when it comes to the match at High Stakes, I am going to be prepared for anything.  And I hope that you will be just as ready.

Speaking of being ready, I want you to know too that you shouldn’t listen to everyone about how you don’t deserve this match or to be a bombshell or anything.  You are an amazing person and I have all the respect in the world for you.  It takes a big woman, no pun intended, to fight her way into a title match and you have done that.  And I hope that come High Stakes you take full advantage of the opportunity you have been given because you are going to need to be on top of your game for this match.  To quote you, I am coming for you Bobbie and I am going to do everything in my power to beat you to retain my title.  This is not a threat Bobbie, it is a promise.
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Act one Scene three:  

Sam stands in the middle of the spray of water of a shower as she wipes her hands over her face.  Her body is bruised and slightly bloody as she washes away the evidence of the fight.  Looking up into the spray, she can’t help but let out the smallest whimper at the sting of the liquid on her torn lips.

From the other side of the wall, a celebration can be heard as Sam’s head falls in defeat.  Sliding closer to the wall, she slowly slides down it to land in a heap her head falling to her knees as sobs rack her body.  

“I lost…I can’t believe I lost,” she cries as her hands cover her face.  

The celebration moves closer as Sam looks up to focus on the Bombshell Roulette title resting on the shoulder of the woman who pats it with a smile visible near the belt.  Stepping into the light reveals the woman as Sam Marlowe who moves closer to the downed Sam and holds out her hand towards the figure.

“I am sorry,” she begins.  “I had to beat you to make sure that I was confident enough to be ready to retain this title.  You are the doubts I have every time I step into the ring and I have to beat you before I beat my opponent or it is you that beats me which causes me to lose my title.”

Her hand moves to caress away the tear of her doubt then with a sad smile, Sam straightens up and then turning her back on her doubt, walks out of the shower.  Her doppelganger tries to race after her but is stopped by the slamming of the locker room door…

Sam wakes up with a start and bolts upright in bed.  “What a dream…” she muses as she slides out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom off her bedroom.


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I know this match coming up at High Stakes is your chance Bobbie to finally have gold around your waist but I have to apologize to you when I say that at High Stakes, it isn’t going to be your night to gain the gold.

Now I am sure that you are going to be saying that everyone is against you and for me but if we are honest, you have all your friends rooting for you and that is a strong group of people and that is a good thing.  But even though you have all those friends behind you, you still have to know that as much help they give you, there are so many more people that I am fighting for and that means that I am going to be that much harder to beat.  I mean I have my superstar kids who will be supporting me, the fans in the cheap seats calling out my name and cheering me on.  It is for them that I fight to retain my title.  Because this title is what I consider their title and I will fight tooth and nail to retain it for them.  

So Bobbie I hope you are ready for our match because you aren’t just fighting me in that ring.  You are fighting all the fans who support me.  I am willing to do anything for them and if that means that I have to beat you, then consider it done.

So Bobbie, good luck at High Stakes in Honolulu.  I am looking forward to this match and just what the stipulation is going to be.  I will be ready, will you?
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How can I say this without seeming to be full of myself… I guess I just have to put it out there…I did it!

At Summer XXXTreme, I regained the Bombshell Roulette title and now I am the one that everyone underestimates or rather overlooks me.  I am the non champion that just keeps her head down and is the workhorse of the division.  You hear Mercedes talking about no one but herself even trying to overshadow the loss by talking a big game.  You have Bobbie Dahl talking about how she is ignored and why bother…the Eeyore like depression that is hiding a rather slow boiling anger that might just explode at any moment.

That isn’t me though.  I mean sure, I can’t claim to be the best or that I am someone that is unbeatable.  I just go out to the ring and I win when it comes to big matches against strong opponents that seem to think they are unbeatable.

Guess what is happening this week…St. Bart’s.  Another big match against a strong opponent…And guess what I am going to be doing in that match…
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Act one Scene one:  There is no place like home

Philip Marlowe can be seen standing near the arrivals gate at Hobby Airport.  He watches as the passengers arrive from Vegas, his eyes lighting up when he sees a familiar redhead move through the crowd into the open area.  He moves towards her and when Sam Marlowe sees him, she smiles as she reaches for the headphones that are hanging from her ears.

“Daddy!” she calls out before she is snatched up by her father and spun around in a bear hug.  Laughing at her father’s antics, Sam holds tight before she is set on her feet.  “Y’all have no idea how glad I am to be home for the tour.”

“Your mother is very happy that you decided to stay at the house while your wrestling in the Caribbean.  Although I have to say that she isn’t as happy that you are wrestling in the Caribbean what with the hurricanes and tropical storms that are messin’ up the area,” says Mr. Marlowe as he falls into step with Sam as she heads towards the luggage carousel.  “I have to admit, it does worry me too.”

Sam spares a quick glance at her father while they stroll along the hall.  “You know that the company wouldn’t put us in any danger Daddy.  I admit that a lot of people are going to be talking about the tour being in a danger zone but you know that we need to be ready to help in the islands if we need to.”  Sam slips her hand into the crook of her father’s arm and hugs it close before continuing to speak.  “I promise you that I will be careful…”

Philip nods with a stern concerned look.  “I hope so Sami,” he says seriously.  Overhead, the speakers call out flights and boarding calls as the pair make it to the carousel and wait for the luggage to arrive.  

As they stand there, people can be seen to point and whisper. The crowds seem to move closer as they continue to whisper.  Finally, someone taps Sam on her arm to get her attention.  She turns to see a small girl tugging at a curl that she is wrapping around her finger.  Crouching down to the girl’s height, Sam offers her a small grin.  “And who are you?” asks the Bombshell Roulette title holder.  

Behind her, an older teen can be seen caught between trying to look cool and fanboying.  “Don’t mind my little sister,” he says as he slouches slightly, his hip cocked out and arms crossed.  “She’s a fan without a filter,” he adds only to draw a glare of anger from the young girl.

“You were the one that told me to come over and talk to her,” grouches the girl.  “You said you would give me five dollars to get her attention!”

The teen flushes angrily and mutters as he moves towards the girl.  “Yeah I told you to come over but it is because I know you are a fan!”

Philip and his daughter share a glance as Sam straightens up and looks at the two siblings before moving between them.  Her father moves to the side.  “Listen, it is okay,” offers Sam as she puts a hand on the shoulder of the teen and her other over the shoulder of the girl.  “Why don’t we get my Daddy to take a picture for you guys?” offers Sam to the pair who share a look then begin nodding happily.  The teen moves to put his arm around Sam as the girl hugs her from the other side.  The teen fights to pull out his cell phone that he holds up trying to get the three of them in the lens but just can’t quite get it.  Philip offers a hand and the boy hands off the cell before moving to stand beside Philip.

“Just point and press the button on the screen,” says the kid who moves back to join Sam and his sister.  The flash from the smartphone lights up the trio who break apart as the teen takes his phone and checks out the picture, moving it down to show his sister who giggles happily before rushing Sam once more for another hug.  Seeing this, the crowd breaks out in applause that Sam acknowledges before the screaming beep of the carousel starting gets her attention.  Stepping away from the crowd, she watches as her luggage can be seen moving to the opening of the carousel.  Watching as the large leather bag slides down the ramp of the luggage carousel, Sam reaches out and pulls it from the belt and then setting it on its wheels, she and her father move away and head for the exit, Sam stopping for one more wave to the fans before she and her father exit the airport.

Twenty minutes later, the car with Sam and her father pulls up into the curved circular drive in front of a large house where the door opens to reveal Sam’s mother who offers a frosty smile as she is joined by Cyn Marlowe who smirks.

“Well if it isn’t the champion,” sneers Cyn as she stands on the top step of the entrance.

“Howdy Cyn,” says Sam, her smile fading only slightly as she is greeted by her mother with air kisses and a pat of a half hug.  Cyn moves in to add her own air kisses but stays out of hug range.  “Glad to see you,” adds Sam which causes a crack in the veneer of superiority.

“So how long are you staying here for Sami?” asks Cyn.  She tilts her head quizzically in a condescending way.  Her father glares as Sam sighs.  “What?  I wanted to know in case we should be making plans for Sami with all of the society things that we have scheduled Mother,” says Cyn.

“Oh don’t worry about me,” answers Sam as she moves to the back of the car and pulls out the suitcase to set it on the drive.  Sam moves to follow her father and mother who have moved into the house.  Once inside, Sam takes in the familiar entrance then heads for the stairs.  “I am going to head up to my room,” she calls out before climbing the stairs.  Behind her, Cyn follows, her smirk widening as the pair arrive outside of Sam’s room.

“You know Sam that Montgomery is going to be here often,” says Cyn as she rushes into the room to fling herself on the bed covered in a white duvet.  Sam watches as Cyn crumples her blankets as she gets comfortable before lifting the suitcase onto it, forcing Cyn to curl up her legs quickly.

“I am sure Cyn that I ain’t all that worried about your husband,” answers Sam, the words forced from between clenched teeth.  “As long as he keeps to himself we won’t have a problem.”

“You mean as long as he doesn’t let you throw yourself at him,” responds Cyn with a glare.  “He told me you keep throwing yourself at him and you are jealous of our marriage and…”

Before Cyn can continue, Sam holds up her hand and stops her.  “Listen Cyn, I don’t know what you want to believe and right now, I don’t really care.  After what you and Monte did to me I do NOT want to have anything to do with him or you if you really must know.  I am only here between island hopping for SCW.  Moms promised me that I wouldn’t have to worry about renting something with home being close to where we are scheduled to be.  And that means I am only here for a couple of days a week.  So your husband is safe and you won’t have to worry about me at all.  Now Cyn, I just flew in and I had a rather early flight so…”

Sam moves to the door and opens it to usher Cyn out.  Sam’s older sister slowly gets to her feet and moves across the floor to the door before stepping through.  She turns to say something but Sam slams the door in her face and turns away to begin unpacking as she mutters to herself.  “Like I am in any way shape or form going to deal with Monte!”

Sam opens the luggage and pulls out some clothes that she carries to the walk in closet as the scene fades out.

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Alicia Lukas, a champion’s champion in her own mind.  And I would have to say that when she says she is a strong champion she would be right.  She stepped into SCW and from day one proved she was everything she said she was and more.  I will wholeheartedly admit that she is a fierce competitor.

But I do have to bring up something that seems to stick right in my craw and that is the fact that when she first came to SCW, she seemed to think that us Bombshells were excuses and none of us were women wrestlers and worthy of her time.  I beg to differ with you about that Alicia and I don’t know if you still think that or have you learned to respect us Bombshells?  Because I remember offering to step into the ring with you one on one to prove that Bombshells were just as powerful and just as much of a wrestler as you are.

Back then I bet I wasn’t even on your radar was I?  No, the names I heard you talk about were Crystal and Mercedes and Roxi.  Names in this company that are hall of famers, multiple time champions, icons in our world.  Not once did you even mention my name in that exalted company.  And I sat back, defending my title over and over again until I lost it then I began the climb back to contention then won back my title.

And Alicia, I have heard the questions.  Why hasn’t Sam Marlowe given up the bombshell Roulette title and moved into contention for the Bombshell Championship and you know, I could lie and say that it was because I didn’t think that I deserved more than the Bombshell Roulette title, languishing in the mid card ranks.  Truth is Alicia, I do deserve a shot at the title.  But while I am fighting for and defending my title, your title will be safe.  

Although I do have to wonder, what will it say about my chances to face you for your title in the future if I beat you this week?  Will me beating you earn enough respect from you to have my name on your list of people you want to face for that title of yours?  If I beat you, will you give me a title shot?  Or will you say that I have to wait until I lose my title first?  

Listen, I am going to open and honest Alicia and tell you that I respect you like no other.  You have come into this company, point blank informed everyone that you would take the top title and proceeded to do that.  No one can take away from you how strong of a champion you are.  However, I am just as strong of a champion.  I guess we will be seeing just who is the strongest on Sunday.

So good luck Alicia, may the best champion win.
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Act One Scene Two:  Life is a beach

Sam Marlowe can be seen walking along the beach, the sand white and reflecting the Caribbean sun.  Dressed in a two-piece bikini and silky sarong with a large floppy sunhat covering her face and silvered sunglasses covering her eyes, the redhead looks comfortable and relaxed.  Nearby, a woman and a cameraman follow along the beach waiting to approach Sam.  When she stops as the warm breeze tugs at her hat and curls, Sam is joined by Pussy Willow and the cameraman.  He begins to film the pair of women as they watch a cruise ship sailing by.

“Sam I was wondering what you might be thinking,” begins Pussy.

“About what?” asks Sam dreamily.

“Well first off, how you might be feeling about regaining the title.  I know I asked you at last week’s Climax Control but you really didn’t give me an answer,” says Pussy before noticing that her friend doesn’t seem to be paying attention.  “Sam?”

Sam starts slightly then offers her friend a sorry smile.  “I’m sorry Pussy, guess I got a lot on my mind this week and I really have to mind who’s talking to me,” offers Sam.  “What was it you asked?”

“I was asking how it felt regaining the title for a fourth time,” answers Pussy.  “After all, everyone was saying that you wouldn’t pull it off and then you did.  Do you realize that once again you can start adding to your record?”

Sam nods as she watches the horizon.  “Yeah, once more I am the Bombshell Roulette champion and do you know what?  No one has really given me the credit for winning the title again.  Oh sure, they talk about how I am a strong champion but they are better…”

Pussy rolls her eyes.  “Oh I know, listening to Mercedes Vargas like she is some sort of wrestling bombshell goddess for crying out loud.  You have accomplished just as much as she has when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title,” states Pussy.  “But did she congratulate you on the win?  No, just talked about you like you were a bargain basement her.  And if that isn’t all, what about this week when you are main eventing Climax Control in a champion versus champion match against Alicia Lukas.”

“Funny you should mention that Pussy.  I know that Alicia is one heckuva wrestler and when push comes to shove, she is the Bombshell Champion.  Which technically makes her the woman to beat in this company,” offers Sam.  “Now if look at her stats on paper, she is another Mikah because she is strong and she is unbeatable for the most part.  But this is the first time we will be facing one another in the ring.  I mean sure, she is double tough but she is beatable.  And since she is being compared to Mikah, I do have to remind her that there was one bombshell that knocked Mikah off her perch when she was dominating all the other bombshells.”

Pussy smiles.  “That’s right, you toppled Mikah to end her first reign when no one else could.”

“Now this week, I am facing Alicia Lukas who is a challenge but just like when I faced Mikah, I am going to do the same thing to Alicia and that is beat her for the one two three in the middle of the ring,” vows Sam.   “She has probably talked about being champion and that no one she has faced has beaten her to date.  And she is right to say that she is that dang tough.”

Pussy stops and moves in front of Sam and gives her a curious look.  “I know you are respectful Sam but you can’t just sit back and let her talk her talk and walk all over you.”

Sam laughs softly as she pulls the sunglasses from her eyes to give her friend a wink.  “Who said anything about letting Alicia walk all over me Pussy?” asks Sam with soft menace in her voice.  “I am going to be going into that match with my head held high, my eyes wide open and my confidence up and there will be no way that I am going to be letting Alicia Lukas get the better of me.”

Pussy nods slowly then moves to watch the horizon with Sam.  “I am sure you are also going to be interested in the triple threat match for the number one contendership for your title too?” Pussy demands.

“Of course I am interested in it Pussy,” replies Sam with a side-glance at Pussy.  Suddenly Sam looks down at the sand then sighs.  “I will be watching that match quite closely because all three women are definitely going to be fighting to face me and I will definitely be scouting them even thought I have already faced Bobbie and Kate.”  

“True, and you really haven’t faced Sierra Williams so she might be the one to watch,” offers Pussy.

Before Sam can respond, a ringtone and vibration can be heard coming from the cellphone that is hanging from Sam’s wrist.  She smiles apologetically as she looks down to see the caller ID.  Seeing it, she excuses herself and moves down the beach as she hits the number and calls it back.

It is getting closer and I am getting excited about Summer XXXTreme Seven.  I haven’t really been in the game when it comes to matches.  I was all about my final weeks as a student looking to get my Masters.  I have been working on it for the longest time and during the time of my title reigns, I was splitting my time between defending the title and my studies.  But in the last few weeks, I have had to prepare a defense of my Masters, defend my thesis and finalize my courses.  

Because of that, I did lose my title but I am not blaming my education on the loss, I admit that Mercedes had my number in those matches and I am a big enough woman to admit that.  But that was then and this is now.  

What I mean by that is that I am focused on this match over the pool.  See a few years ago, I won my first Bombshell Roulette title over the pool when I beat Chelsea Payne and Jessie Salco on this very supercard.  Which I have to admit is making me feel that I am going to be repeating history considering that Jessie Salco is on the card as one of my opponents in this match just like she was my opponent in the last Ultimate X over the pool.  And I will tell you Jessie had gotten better…for the most part but when it comes to facing me, she tends to be on the losing side.  I am quite certain that she is talking a great game about how she is going to win the match and take the title and I will agree with one thing about that last sentence and that is that she is talking a great game.

Then of course, there are others in the match like Valentina.  Well I guess she does because I haven’t heard anything from her and in my defence, I haven’t been focused on anyone else other than my professors with any real attention.  But given the chance, I think that Valentina might rise to the occasion and surprise everyone.  This match however isn’t going to be her chance to do that.  So I hope that she isn’t too sad not winning the belt or the match.

Then we have Kate Steele who has worn the belt before and if you think that she is not a threat in this match you are insane.  She is all about the skills and the savvy and the complex that makes her think that she is the only person that could win the match.  I have heard that she isn’t as focused on the match as she is should be and that is going to be a problem for her.  And when that happens, I have no clue what she is going to do after losing but I guess I am going to have to prepare for it.

I also have to prepare for Bobbie Dahl as well.  She is in the match and most people are probably thinking that for a match that is over the pool, she isn’t built to actually participate.  I have to tell you that for all she is a big girl, she is one heck of an athlete.  And in our last match, it was down to the wire  but, I managed to pull out the win.  And I am going to do the same thing when I come out for the match over the pool.

Finally I should talk about the woman that is defending the title in the match, Mercedes Vargas, the Bombshell Roulette champ.  She IS the one that you would think that would have the champions advantage but in this match, anyone can have the advantage and win the title.  Now I know that Mercedes is very knowledgeable about the fact that there is a randomness to the
bombshell roulette title matches in Sin City Wrestling.   But this matchis special…this match is a tradition at Summer XXXTreme and this match is one that I am very prepared to walk into dry and end with my hands wrapped around the belt…preferably dry but if I do have to get wet, let’s hope it is at the very end of the match

I guess what I am saying is that I am going to fight my way to the belt and once more regain the Bombshell Roulette title.

But, first we have to get to the ship on time…
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Act Two Scene one:  All aboard!!

A woman can be seen walking along the gangplank trying to be very incognito.  Dressed in a rather demure cotton dress with platform heels and a large floppy hat that covers her hair, Sam Marlowe moves along towards a steward that is at the top of the gangplank.  She stops in front of him, reaching up to pull her sunglasses down her nose and smiles at him.  Behind her, a low rumble of disappointment can be heard when she is recognized.  Taking a moment, she turns and pulling the hat from her head, she waves at the fans who had gathered at the ship before SCW Bombshells and Superstars were boarding to head out for the Summer XXXTreme Seven cruise.

“Welcome to the Sun Princess ma’am,” says the steward as he moved to take her luggage that she had wheeled up the ramp.  “Name please?”

“Sam Marlowe,” she replies once she had turned back to him.  “I am one of the SCW Bombshells.”

The steward’s finger moved down the list of names on his ipad then highlights hers and looks up at Sam.  “Here you are, you are on the Caribe deck with a balcony stateroom.  That is deck nine Ms Marlowe.”

Sam is handed the information package that the steward holds out and then grabbing the handle of her luggage, she steps onto the boat and heads towards the elevators.  Waiting after pressing the call button, Sam is approached by Pussy who steps beside her to nudge her with an elbow that drags Sam’s attention back from wherever it was.

“Hey Sammi, about time you came aboard,” teases Pussy.  “I have prowled all over the ship to check it out and I have to tell you that I am so totally looking forward to this cruise.”  The interviewer’s eyes crinkle at the edges as she grins while crinkling her nose in pleasure.  “Can you picture it…this whole week on the Sun Princess enjoying the food and drinks and ship experiences galore?  I have already booked a spa treatment and massage.  We should totally have a girl’s day Sam.  Just you and me and the strong hands of a very good looking man .”

The elevator doors swoosh open to reveal a family who chatter and point at Sam before leaving the elevator.  Sam watches them as she steps backwards into the small booth and is joined by Pussy who turns to her again, this time raising one eyebrow.  “Sooooo Sam, whatcha say, you…me, masseur named Gustav or Eric or something?”

“I just got aboard Pussy, I don’t have any time right now to get a massage.  As it stands, I have to find my stateroom, drop off this luggage and the go and make sure that I am not goin’ to be gettin’ any surprises on this trip.  Last time I was on the boat, Cyn managed to book herself on the same trip and I ain’t lookin’ forward to hiding from her,” says Sam with a shudder.  “Besides, I need to start preparin’ for my match.  Last two times when the belt was on the line I lost and I don’t want a three peat.”

“That’s funny Sam,” replies Pussy as she watches the numbers of the deck flash on the top of the elevator.  “You have all week to enjoy yourself on the cruise and only have media time a couple of hours this week.  Please tell me you are going to take some time for yourself.”

Sam nods as the doors swoosh open once more, the name of the deck on the wall across from the elevator.  “You know I will Pussy,” she offers as she walks out of the elevator looking to see which way she needs to go to find her stateroom.  The doors of the elevator close behind Sam sending Pussy disappearing from view.  Sam moves down the corridor on the right towards the staterooms.  Watching the numbers, she finally approaches hers.  Stopping outside of the door, she is fumbling in the package from the steward for her stateroom key when a voice can be heard calling down the hallway.

“Well, fancy meeting you here,” jokes Colton Myers who moves up behind Sam.

“Colton, you crazy fool,” she begins.  “We both know that you told me you were coming on this cruise to ‘protect’ me from all the fans.  Y’all know that I am going to be protectin’ you from all the Archie fans.”  

As she says this, two young women move down the corridor and once they spy Colton, they bring their heads together and begin to whisper and giggle before pointing at him then one pulls her phone out and tries to sneakily take the picture of Colton with the two of them in the picture with him.  He moves closer to Sam and puts his arm around her and gives a thumbs up to the camera.

“Whoa, do you think that she is dating him because he is Archie or because he is cute,” says one girl as they continue to walk along the hallway.  “Neither, I think he is just being so kind to that redhead,” replies the other as they reach the elevators and turn to take one last look at the pair of redheads.  Sam’s mouth drops open in surprise as Colton begins to laugh out loud.  Sam turns and softly bats the upper arm of Colton before turning to her door and opening it.  

“Let me help,” offers Colton as he watches Sam try to leverage her luggage inside.  She offers him a smile as she hands off the handle of the suitcase causing her issues.  She moves into the stateroom and tosses her shoulder bag on the bed and spins to flop beside it.  Colton stops the suitcase and sits himself opposite the redhead.

“So I guess that you are going to prepare for the match this weekend coming?” asks Colton.

“Y’all know that I have had my mind on other things,” says Sam slumping slightly.  “I got a letter from the University…”

Colton leans forward to put his elbows on his knees.  “What does it say?”

“I don’t know,” answers Sam as she reaches into the bag and pulls out the envelope that has the University of Nevada logo in the corner.  “I have been too afraid to open it,” she adds as she waves it gently in the air between the two only to have Colton snatch it out of her hand.

“Then let’s rip the bandaid off Sami,” he says as he slides a finger under the flap of the envelope.  Sam straightens up and clasps her hands together and gives Colton a concerned look as he reads the letter.  He looks up at Sam then back down at the page in his hand.

“What does it say?” demands Sam as she leans towards him.  

Colton looks at her again and slowly begins to shake his head which has Sam lunging towards him and grabbing the letter.  Moving away from the now laughing Colton, her eyes scanning the written words on the page then she spins back, a smile breaking across her face.  “I did it!” she squeals while jumping slightly in place.  “I got my Masters…says here I received it, summa cum laude.”

Colton stands up only to have Sam hug him enthusiastically which staggers him back with a soft grunt of pain.  Self-consciously she pulls back.  “I am so sorry Camo,” says Sam as she blushes at the intimacy.  

“Not a problem Sammi,” he replies.  “But a success like this deserves a reward.  Grab your purse and I am taking you to the departure party,” replies Colton as he moves towards the door and opens it to bow charmingly to Sam who smiles and precedes him out of the room and the pair disappear down the hallway as the door closes.

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It is getting closer and closer to the match over the pool and it is making me nervous and excited at the same time.  I have spent the last few days talking to fans, taking selfies and pictures, taking a few moments to myself.  And yes I had to take a few moments for myself because I know that when I get into that match, I am going to be the one that is definitely looking for the win.  I have been training all week and making it my mission to win back my roulette title.  

That’s right, I am saying that I am going to be fighting to take back my title because when I tend to say that, karma takes it as a challenge and kicks me right in the win loss record.  People have told me to let my wrestling do the talking and that I should stay humble and hungry for it.  

Many people would tell me not to get carried away with being so cocky…

Speaking of being carried away…
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Act Two Scene Two:  Carried Away
{Sotto voce:  This is where you need to go and read Ben Jordan’s roleplay.  Don’t worry I will wait…back again?  Good}

The jostling of Ben’s shoulder in the midsection of Sam Marlowe who is trying to get the attention of Ben Jordan who seems more intent on getting to where he wants to go than listening to the redhead on his shoulder.

“Ben Jordan, you prat…PUT ME DOWN!” Sam exclaims as she fights to get into a position to force her friend to put her down.  “I can walk just fine you know!”

“I know Ginge but if I put you down, you are going to stop us and make us later than we are going to be so better for me to keep you off your feet til we get there,” responds Ben as he bounces Sam on his shoulder making her lose her balance and flop against the back of the Cockney.

He moves through the ship towards the elevator. Pressing the button, he stands there drawing stares from all the fans surrounding them.  Sam rests her elbow on the back of Ben and rests her chin in her hand.  “Okay you made your point Ben, put me down and tell me what you are doing?” she begs softly as a couple of people take snaps of her resting on Ben’s shoulder which has her offering the flashes a surprised smile.

“Think Sam about a little something that is tradition for you and me on this little cruise,” offers Ben who can’t see the look on Sam’s face but is grinning knowing that the mystery is getting to the redhead who huffs on his back.

The elevator opens and Ben strides inside before turning to smile at a little old lady who is carrying a blanket and gives Ben a her a wink as Sam lets her head hang down, her curls hiding her face.  Suddenly the door swoosh open again to reveal the movies under the stars theater.  Once the pair move into the crowd where the chairs are on deck, Ben let’s Sam down and waves at the screen and the set up of two chairs with a table between them with a small bucket of ice with a couple of beers, a tub of popcorn and a single flower between the two.  

“Tradition is me and you and movie under the stars,” says Ben as he helps Sam to sit down then seats himself.  “I figured that we need to take a break before the matches we have on Sunday night.  I have one helluva match against Kedron but look at you Ginge, getting a chance to get the Bombshell Roulette title like the first time.  You ready?”

Sam reaches to the bucket of popcorn and pulls out a kernel to pop it in her mouth.  “I think I am ready Ben but you know how I get just before big matches.  I think I psyche myself out and lord knows that I have a big match.  Facing not only Mercedes Vargas but Kate Steele, Bobbie Dahl, Valentina and Jessie Salco just makes my desire to regain the title that much more white hot.  Although I am sure that someone will be wanting it just as much.”

“I am sure you know you got this Sam,” offers Ben as he opens himself a beer and takes a slow pull from the bottle.  “I don’t think I have seen you train this hard for anything,” he adds as he points to the screen.  “Plus all work and no play makes Ginge a dull gal.”

Sam rolls her eyes as she tilts her head towards Ben.  “It isn’t all hard work you know,” she begins, a blush slowly stealing up her face.  “Camo came on the trip and he’s been making sure I have some down time too.”

“Camo eh?” offers Ben as his eyes narrow.  “Who’s Camo?”

Sam realizes what she had said then waves off the question as the lights are beginning to darken.  “The movie is about to start and you haven’t told me what the film is.”

“It is one of my favourite movies, the Bone Collector and you haven’t told me who Camo is,” replies Ben, lowering his voice to a whisper that sizzles across the air.

“He’s just a friend like you are Ben,” says Sam with a shrug, glad that the shadows of the night can hide another blush creeping up her face.  “Now shush, movie’s starting…”

The two friends spend the next few hours watching the film with Ben providing the odd comment to different scenes. Once the movie is done, Sam leans back and sigh contentedly.  “Good movie Ben, thanks for bringing me out to see it.  And I guess I was lucky that Evie didn’t have me in her sniper sight,” teases Sam as she moves to stand.  

“I can’t promise she didn’t,” replies Ben with a laugh.

Sam looks around with a patent look of faked fear.  Ben laughs as does Sam before she gets to her feet.  “Thanks Ben but I have to get back to my room.  I have some prep to do for my match and I am sure that you need to get back to the missus.”

“Take care Sam, and get out there and take your title back,” says Ben.  

Sam tosses off a cocky salute as she backs towards the exit before she turns and disappears into the crowd who is leaving.

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The time has come my little friends to talk of many things…of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings…you know that is one of my favorite lines.  And it is true you know, it is the time to talk of many things.  Mainly how I am walking into a match that will see me face five others in an Ultimate X match over a pool.  A match that I have participated and won not two years ago.  My first Bombshell Roulette championship won at Summer XXXTreme.  And this Sunday, the site of my second Bombshell Roulette championship won at a Summer XXXTreme…only this won’t be my second, it will be my fourth title reign.  Can you believe it, fourth title reign…who would have thought it?

But there are five women spoiling to rip that dream right out of my hands and I have to be better and faster and stronger just to prove each and every one of them that I am the one that deserves to wear the Bombshell Roulette title.  I will have to withstand challenges from all of them to pull down that title and not to push karma but I am going to fight til my last breath to win.

Some might say however that is it foolhardy to put myself in this match due to be beating that I took from Mercedes in our last match for the title.  Yeah she messed me up and made it difficult to get cleared to wrestle in this match at Summer XXXTreme.  But cleared I was and fighting is what I am going to be doing in that ring and if that means that I have to fight my way through Bobbie, Jessie, Valentina, Kate and Mercedes, then that is exactly what I am going to do.  

And there is very little the others can do.  In fact, there are actually only two things that they can do when I win the title and that is live with it and like it.  That title is coming home to me, that I promise you.
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Here we go again Mercedes.  You with a title and me chasing you to try and take it away from you.  Now before we get anywhere in this discussion, I have to tell you that you have been strong in the matches you have been fighting lately.  You have been living up to your hype and I have to say that I respect that. You have made a name for yourself but setting another record that needs breaking.

With that being said I have to tell you Mercedes that I know that this week I am fighting an uphill battle but those odds aren’t that hard to overcome because you know what…I am someone that needed to get a few things straight.  And I did so let me tell you what I have come to realize.

I think I was getting complacent as champion.  Oh don’t get me wrong Mercedes, I was defending that title to the best of my abilities but I was dividing my attention at the wrong time and that allowed you to get the drop on me and take my title.  No excuses but you were the better woman when you won the title and you knocked me down a peg or two.

It was a wake-up call for me and trust me when I tell you, I needed it.  Now you will probably be talking a great game about how you beat me and that you will be beating me again at Climax Control.  I don’t think you need another boost in your ego, it is quite the size already.  And everything you hype is true but not everything you believe is.  Like how you are going to beat me again this week in the title main event.

And it gets even better Mercedes because it has been announced that at the supercard, the title will be on the line on the Sun Princess in a fatal fourway over the pool ultimate X match with Kate Steele and Bobbie Dahl being added to the match.  And I am sure you are going to be saying that you are walking in the champion and walking out of that match drier than a bone with the belt.  And if you do that, you will be getting ahead of yourself.  After all this week you are defending the title against me one on one.  Which is going to mean something completely different because after this week, I will be taking back the title and it will be me that is the champion going into Summer XXXTreme.

Now I am sure you are asking yourself how I could possibly be making a claim like that when you beat me at Into the Void.  Well, let’s take a look at that shall we?  Last time I lost a title to you, I was given a chance to take back my title within a month of losing it and I took back the title.  I am sensing some déjà vu here Mercedes.  I lost the title to you and it is less than a month since that loss and oooo, do you think that history might repeat itself?

Actually, one can’t tell what could happen any given day in Sin City Wrestling.  I could walk into that ring and have the night of my life and still lose.  Or I could fluke a win and take the title that I will have to defend at the super card.  Whatever happens Mercedes, just know that I am coming for that title and I am bringing all my passion and I am going to take the belt back.

So I am going to wish you luck Mercedes although you will probably say that you don’t need it because you are a four-time Bombshell Roulette champion.  Well, maybe or maybe not…all I know is that come Sunday, I have something to prove and I will do it by beating you and becoming a four-time title holder too.  See you at Climax Control.
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