[Christian Underwood]

 Post all Supercard roleplays here.

Roleplay limits: 1 roleplay per week, 10,000 words maximum

Good luck!  

[Jessie Salco]

 RP Title: “How the Mighty Have Fallen.”

(OOC: The characters of Mark Ward and Christian Underwood were used with the permission of the bosses)

If there was anyone who was having the worst luck these past few weeks, it was Jessie Salco, after her team was eliminated from the opening round of this year’s Blast from the Past Tournament (through no fault of her own as Travis Nathanial Andrews took the fall) she disappeared from the SCW airwaves for two weeks, she wasn’t booked nor was did she appear on Climax Control and the reasons quickly became evident when she did a promo for her match against Violet Amelia Holt, she, Shane and Jake were diagnosed with the Corona Virus and were forced to self-isolate un Reading, England.

And even then, she still had better luck than Sam Marlowe who has yet to win a match all year which Jessie has been all to eager to point out and now the two women were set to face off at Blaze of Glory to settle their differences in a singles match, can Jessie turn her luck around by finally beating Sam Marlowe in singles competition?

Hotel gym, Las Vegas, Nevada
Saturday the 4th of April 2020, 11:00am

Look, I know we’re not even halfway through the year yet but can 2020 just fuck off already?!

Even if Bloodstock doesn’t get cancelled by the Corona Virus, I won’t be able to go because of the damn travel bans and then there’s my own issues with the corona virus, like the fact that I missed several weeks because I fucking caught it alongside Shane and Jake.

Just to be clear, we’re not so who or where we caught the virus from, nature of the wrestling business means that I travel around a lot (or used to) and it could’ve been any number of fans who passed the disease onto us when they stopped me for an autograph but that shot doesn’t matter in the long run anyway, we got cleared of the virus just in time for the Go Home show and I’m ready to kick some ass at Blaze of Glory.

And oh boy, do I have a story to tell!

*flashback*

I started exhibiting symptoms the weak after this year’s Blast from the Past campaign ended, well, okay we all did but I was the first to show symptoms, thankfully we were still in England at the time and it didn’t cost us a penny to get checked at a local hospital.

“Jessica Salco?” The receptionist called out and I let out a deep breath before standing up and heading into the doctor’s office, I sat down and waited for the news.

“Jessica, I’m afraid it’s not good news.” The doctor, who must’ve been at least twice my age at a rough estimate, said as he handed me the paper, I took one look ay it and my gut just sank.

“I tested positive!?” I asked as I looked back and forth between the paper and the doc. “Is this a fucking joke?!”

“I’m serious, and you will need to self-isolate for two weeks.” The doctor said plainly, and I just stared at him in silence. “But it’s not all doom and gloom as you are young, healthy and have no known past medical issues.” The doctor tried to reassure me, and I shook my head.

“That’s not the fucking point! I’m a professional wrestler! I can’t do that shit from home!” I protested and the doctor could clearly see that I was getting upset. “How the hell am I supposed to make money?!”

“Talk with your employers. I’m sure they’ll sort something out for you.” The doctor told me, and I sighed before standing up. “I will be seeing your husband and your brother next, but I think you can guess the outcome of their tests.” The doctor added and I said nothing in response, I just walked out of his office and sat in between the two men in my life with my head in my hands.

*end flashback*

For once I was glad that I hadn’t been booked that week, because it meant the bosses didn’t need to scramble to find a replacement in my match, that still left me with one issue however and as soon as we returned to the hotel I called the bosses.

*flashback*

I hadn’t used Skype in ages by that point but the situation made it a necessity, I sent the bosses a message over Twitter simply stating “we need to talk ASAP, either of you got Skype?” and it wasn’t long before we were talking over Skype.

“Jessie, I hope this is good.” Mark commented as he messaged his forehead. “Me and Christian were planning the Blaze of Glory card and you’ve been around long enough to know how long we plan our Supercards.”

“Yeah, I know.” I responded before letting out a deep breath, I didn’t realize how long I had been stress crying at that point, but my eyes were about as bloodshot as you could get. “But what I have to say does concern the Supercard, or at least the run up to it.”

“Are you trying to get another shot at the World Bombshell Championship?!” Christian interjected and I turned to him. “I’m going over this with you again Jessie, unless you want another title shot ban……….”

“Will you just listen to me for one FUCKING second?!” I snapped at him and Christian stopped in his tracks, any other time that would’ve been career suicide at worst, but it was then that they noticed how bloodshot my eyes were. “Me, Jake and Shane were at a local hospital earlier today, I suppose you’ve heard of the Corona Virus by now.”

“Heard of it? We’ve been trying to figure out what to do about it since it reached pandemic levels.” Mark nodded before it hit both of them like a ton of bricks. “Don’t tell me…….”

“We all tested positive for the Corona Virus, and we’ve been advised to self-isolate for a fortnight.” I explained as I lowered my head. “For obvious reasons, I’ll have to miss the next two weeks of Climax Control, hell I don’t even know if I’ll make Blaze of Glory at this rate!”

“Jessie, we’ve had more than our fair share of disagreements but believe me, your health is our number one priority.” Christian assured me once he got over the shock and I turned to him. “Take all the time off you need, we’ll only book you again once you’ve been cleared.”

“And don’t worry about your paycheck, we’ll pay you the winners share over the next two weeks.” Mark added and I turned to him. “With the World Bombshell Championship bonus.”

“Really?!” I asked already feeling a lot better emotionally than I was at the beginning of the call, physically? Do I even need to say anything? Once they nodded, I breathed a sigh of relief. “God I’ve given you two so much shit over the past couple of years but to hear that from you? It means a lot.”

“We’ll figure out the rest in the morning but try to get some sleep.” Christian added making me realize how late it was. “And send Jake and Shane my best wishes as well, they are good people.”

“Will do, thanks guys.” I responded with a nod before they hung up, I didn’t know when my next booking was to come but that was a huge weight of my shoulders.

*end flashback*

Those two weeks in Self-Isolation just flew by and before I knew it I was back in the hospital waiting for the test results, all three of us coming back clean of Corona was probably the biggest relief of the year with me not teaming up with Teddy Steele for the tournament being a distant third.

So, why did I keep quiet during my self-isolation? Simple, I’m not the kind who posts medical info on Social Media, some of my close friends in SCW found out either through the bosses or through me with Amy being one of the first to find out about my diagnosis not named Mark or Christian.

Speaking of them, I know I said it before but throughout that ordeal they kept in contact with me to make sure that I was alright, it was annoying at first because it felt like they were nagging me but as the first week passed I grew to appreciate it, they were probably more relieved than I was when I told them that I was cleared to compete even if my request for a match so soon after my recovery caught them off guard.

Winning my second match of the year over Violet made up for the two weeks of boredom and now I get to continue my streak against someone who’s been on a downward spiral.

“I will say this.” Shane commented as we worked out on the gym equipment. “I’ll take self-isolation in this place over that hotel In Reading any day of the week.”

“Don’t remind me, I’m trying to put that shit behind me and move forward.” I responded with a groan as I glanced up from the rowing machine. “And that’ll start next Sunday with my match against Sam.”

“I don’t know why she’s been on such a downward spiral since she lost the Roulette Championship to Candy at the beginning of the year.” Jake nodded in agreement before sitting up from the bench press. “I doubt many fans saw you having a better win/loss record in 2020 than Sam Marlowe coming.”

“Gee, thanks for the reminder.” I responded as I rolled my eyes though Jake mentioning the first show of the year did remind me of happier times at least. “I was planning on attacking Sam after her title defense since I figured that she had it in the bag, but we all know what happened there, and in the weeks that followed.”

“She’ll bounce back eventually, a talent like Sam won’t be on this downward spiral forever.” Jake added with a nod before I got up from the rowing machine. “But knowing how hungry you’ve been for success since we were cleared means that even if she does beat you, she’ll have a hell of a time going up against you.”

“Don’t I know it.” I nodded before noticing what time it was, we were on the gym equipment for the next hour or so but not before I decided to get my promo done and headed to another part of the gym.

“Blaze of Glory, a show where, up until last year, I was undefeated at until I tried to steal the Golden Briefcase and use it to get around the title shot ban, fun times, especially compared to the current shitshow that the world is in in! even with last year’s loss I still have more wins than losses at this event which is something that not a lot of people can claim, unfortunately for Sam that just means one thing, her downward spiral isn’t ending with her match against me next week!”

It’s that simple.

“It’s 2020, the word is in the grip of the Corona Virus, SCW’s resorted to doing shows with no fans in attendance thus making for the weirdest Blaze of Glory ever and I have more wins this year than Sam Marlowe who is sitting pretty with the same number of wins as the number of brain cells in President Trump’s head, that’s right, zero! How the mighty have falleb! One would almost question if we went through a portal to bizarro world on New Years Eve with this information but more to the point, Sam, if you think your going to bounce back from what has to be the worst three months of your SCW career, think again!”

Things are only getting worse for her.

“I have one goal going into Blaze of Glory and that’s keep the momentum from my win over Violet two weeks ago going which begs the question of just what Sam has in mind beyond this match because we both know that’s she’s slipping so fast that she won’t beat me like all the other times she has, it’s like I said before Sam, the fans expect better than this from you but for three months straight you’ve consistently let them down!”

And now for the elephant in the room.

“And before you bring it up, I know we can’t blame your loss in the first round of the BFTP tournament since O’Malley got you disqualified, hell I’m in the same boat since Travis took the fall in my match so we’ll just ignore that match! But you know what can’t be ignored? Every other match because even in multi-person matches like the one where Bobbie got her title shot you got pinned and it’s like I said, I can’t think of many people who can kick out of being kicked in the head and squashed like a pancake but the patterns are starting to emerge.”

And it doesn’t look good.

“What all this means Sam is that there’s only one person bouncing back from this match and that’s me! Bouncing back from what you ask? My loss at last year’s Blaze of Glory which, to date is my only loss at this event! And for once I don’t need to ask SCW’s resident historian to back me up on this because I know this for a fact! And here’s another fact for you Sam, at the end of the night I’ll be the one with my head raised high after winning this match!”

And with that I decided to wrap things up.

“We’re only in April yet it’s been a hell of a year already and some would say that it’s been even worse for Sam since she started the year as champ and hasn’t won a single match since then! If that’s not a good analogy for the year in general I don’t know what is but more importantly, I’ll win this match and move onwards and upwards! This is the Unsainted Angel Jessie Salco signing off and Sam? When you hit rock bottom, tell them I sent you there!”

I returned to the boys as the scene fades.

[Sam Marlowe]

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After Climax Control, a redhead can be seen striding towards the Saxon hotel, purpose in her step and a thoughtful look on her face.  Sam Marlowe has never been so intense even angry in such a long time.  Brushing past the medical team in the lobby, she is stopped as she makes it to the elevator and punches the call button.

“Miss, you are supposed to be tested upon returning given that you had left the hotel,” says the medical staff in personal protective gear in a rather cheerful voice that implies a smile that is hidden by the N95 mask covering her mouth and nose.  “Hey, aren’t you Sam Marlowe?  We have records here that you are definitely one to be tested given your compromised health.  So, can you join me over here please?”

Sam lets her head fall back in frustration just as the elevator dings and the doors swoosh open.  Sam sighs and follows the hand motion of the medic and walks towards a small table that is set up nearby.  The tech pulls out a temperature thermometer that she points at the forehead of Sam who is standing there.  Once that test is done revealing a slight fever, the medic raises an eyebrow as Sam brushes off the concern.  “It was hot at the gym and I haven’t had the chance to cool down yet because I was walking too fast to get back here,” offers Sam as she adds a smile.  

The medic returns the smile.  “We will check that again after we do the pharyngeal nasal swab,” answers the medic as she reveals the long swab and waves it in the direction of Sam’s nose.  Sam grimaces as she moves closer and tilts her head upward.  The medic does the swab as quickly as she can but a small gasp escapes Sam as her eyes shut tightly.  “There, that wasn’t bad at all was it?” asks the medic with a sympathetic look for the redhead.

“Nah, wasn’t bad at all,” replies Sam as she grabs a Kleenex from the medic and then rubs the cloth against her nostrils as if brushing away evidence of a nose bleed.  The medic looks down at the file folder with Sam’s name on it and makes a few notes in it.  “So, can I go now?” demands Sam as her temperature is taken once more, this time registering a normal temperature.  

The medic writes the temperature into the file then turns with a nod.  “Thank you Ms Marlowe,” she says as she waves her off.  “Take care of yourself and stay safe,” she adds before turning back to the table and closes the folder.  

Sam mumbles thanks as she again makes her way to the elevator and hits the call button.  Keeping an eye on the numbers as they count down, she moves back slightly as the display shows zero and the doors swoosh open once more.  Stepping inside of the elevator, she presses the button for her room and then watches the doors close.  Almost like a robot, she watches the numbers climb, her mouth silently counting as each number lights up.  Finally, when it reaches her floor, she moves out of the elevator and turns to the left to walk towards her room.  Sliding her key card into the lock, she pushes the door open then leans back against it once she steps inside.  

With her eyes closed, she reaches up blindly to move the security lock across the small post on the door.  Once that is in place, she moves towards the bedroom area of the room.  On the bedside table, her phone can be seen flashing.  Picking it up as she fights one arm out of her jacket, she can see the multiple calls and messages.  She sees a message from Colton that has her smiling and she leaves one arm in the jacket as she quickly sends a message back.  The next message is one that wipes the smile from her face as she reads it.

“Well ain’t that a kick in the teeth,” she says as she throws the phone on the bed.  Pulling the remaining arm out of the jacket that she then tosses on the chair near the bed, she moves towards the window to look out over the strip and sighs.  The sound of a ringtone is heard which draws Sam’s glance to the phone.  Seeing who it is, she moves to hit the answer button on speaker.  “Hello Cyn,” Sam says as she holds up the phone to reveal her sister’s face framed on the screen.

“Sammi, how are you?” demands Cyn in a sickly sweet tone.  “We have been so worried about you with this terrible pandemic happening.  Daddy was ready to come and get you but I told him that you would be fine since you are sooo healthy.”

“Thanks, Cyn, I wouldn’t have wanted Daddy to do that,” answers Sam before changing the subject.  “So how is the surrogate and your baby comin’ along?  Must almost be time for you to become a mommy?”

Cyn’s smile widens as she beams.  “We are within days of our little prince coming into the world.  Mother and Daddy are so excited.  I do hope however that she won’t have the baby the night of Blaze of Glory…”

Cyn’s voice sounded so insincere as she leans forward to share a secret with Sam.  “I am sure they want to see your match Sam.  Facing Jessie Salco once more right?  I am surprised that you even are being put in a match considering how badly you are doing so far this year.  No wins for you yet, isn’t it?” demands Cyn as she watches for a reaction from Sam.

Not giving Cyn the satisfaction of a reaction, Sam just smiles and nods slowly.  Cyn’s face falls slightly at Sam’s smile before once more a grin crosses her face.  “Whatever possessed you to challenge her considering that she is doing so much better than you are so far this year?”

“Maybe it is because she is doing so much better than I am Cyn,” responds Sam as she leans back in the chair, the skyline of Vegas behind her as a soft tone indicates a message that appears on the phone.  “I guess when you are doing as badly as I am, you need that shot of confidence and facing Jessie is that one match that will be what I need to turn things around,” she adds as she minimizes the image of Cyn while reading the message.

Sam begins fiddling with the phone which gets Cyn’s attention.  “What are you doing Sammi?” she asks as Sam’s fingers fly over the screen typing a response to the message.  “Are you paying attention to me or not?  I don’t know why I show so much concern for you when all you do is ignore me.  I am of a half of a mind to hang up right now!”

Sam only raises an eyebrow then smiles wildly.  “I should really give you all my attention but there is something that is happening that has my attention so I will let you go.  Let me know when my nephew shows up won’t you?” says Sam as she hovers a finger over the release button.  

“Don’t you dare hang…” begins Cyn but her voice is cut as Sam hangs up the phone.  Tossing it to the side, she gets to her feet and moves towards the window once more and stands watching the strip as the light becomes more golden as the sun begins to set bathing Sam in the glow of it as the scene fades out.

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Sam Marlowe can’t help but be edgy as she sits in the hotel room.  Feeling a bit restless as she is surrounded by things to try and distract her from the whole self-isolation that she is taking.  So far this week she has completed two novels and knit three pairs of slippers (Bet you didn’t know that Sam could knit did you?)

Still and all, this supercard coming up had her thinking hard about what is going to be happening.  She had spent the past few days contemplating exactly why she had challenged Jessie Salco to a match and now she was ready to talk about it more.  A soft beep escapes the phone in her hand as she sets it into the selfie stick and holds it up.  Dressed in a light green mini dress with her hair in wild curls floating on her shoulders, she moves to sit in the window of the room and begins to speak.

“I bet you are wondering why I decided to challenge Jessie to a match at Blaze of Glory and I think that it is time to talk about it,” she begins.  “I challenged Jessie because I was getting sick and tired of the fact that she seems to think that I am yesterday’s news because I happen to be having a bit of a slow start to this year.  I mean she is rubbing it like salt into a wound that she has had some wins this year and I haven’t.”

Sam presses her lips together at that thought and chuckles slightly.

“That is exactly how I have taken it.  Like salt in a wound, grinding the pain deep in with every taunt and cocky assertion that she is winning and I am dropping like a rock in the swimming pool that is SCW.  Talking about how I am failing so badly that I shouldn’t even be given anything in the way of titles because all I can do is fail.  Well, we will see just how much trash she can be saying after I walk into Blaze of Glory and use her to turn my downturn around,” says Sam.

She looks to the side for a moment then back at the camera.

“I know Jessie that you have always been confident that you were so much better than I was and that you were going to beat me and every time we were in the ring facing each other, somehow, someway I always managed to beat you.  Sure, you put up great fights and I would be sadly mistaken to think that won’t be the case at the supercard,” admits Sam.  “But when it comes to facing you, there is something you have to remember.  I always come out on top in our matches.  And as much as you think that won’t be happening again at Blaze of Glory, think again.”

A soft smile crosses the face of Sam as she gets more comfortable, the camera view moving in a sickening swing to highlight the confidence on Sam’s face as she stands and then begins to pace.

“Yes Jessie I am sure that you have talked yourself up about how you have won in this new year and I haven’t.  I get it Jessie, I really do.  So, I haven’t won a match this year and granted, that means that I am pretty much at rock bottom.  But you know what they say about that right?  Once you hit rock bottom, the only direction you can go is up,” says Sam as she tilts her head slightly to look at the camera.  

“You can’t put me down any more than I have put my own self down when it comes to my record lately.  Hellfire, I hear and see it every week when Mercedes does her little recap thingie.  And every match I have had lately, every one reminds me that I am on a losing streak and this time I am sure it isn’t going to be any different when you cut your promo for this match,” admits Sam as she adjusts the camera to bring it in closer.

“Jessie is sure to be a challenge is what I am hearing,” offers Sam as she crosses her arm over her chest which again swings the cameraview.  “But when I heard you saying thinks about me on social media about this losing steak, you just lit a fire under me and pushed all the right buttons.  I am tired of this streak and I figured that to pull myself out of my slump, I needed to face someone that would give me a challenge but I also needed to face someone that would be a rather confidence boosting opponent that I know I have the number of.  And then I thought the best person for that is the person that I know I can beat in any given match.  And that is you Jessie.”

“Oh sure, you will talk about your wins and you will talk about how you are going to be the one to beat me in this match because you are the one that now is in a better position to claim the victory.  Maybe that might have been true weeks ago when I was not on my best but now there is something for me to prove and that is that twenty twenty is not going to get any older without me getting a win in that six sided ring of SCW.  And I promise that at Blaze of Glory, I am going to be getting my first win of the year over none other than you Jessie.”

“You should be so proud of yourself Jessie,” says Sam, her voice intensifying.  “You are the one that lit the fire under me that is going to burn you down.  Congratulations Jessie, you have given me the desire to beat you and that is exactly what I am going to be doing at the supercard.  I would wish you luck Jessie but I already know that the only luck you will have at Blaze of Glory is bad luck.”

Sam smiles at the camera then pulls it close and with a softly blown kiss to the lens, Sam sends the image to snow which is then replaces with a small graphic with the sound of Invincible by Hedley playing in the background.

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[Sam Marlowe]

 Sam’s hotel room/home for the next few months…cue the Twilight Zone theme

Voiceover:  You are about to enter another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of imagination. Next stop, the Twilight Zone!

A woman can be seen sitting on the bed that takes up most of the room.  Dressed in a white button down shirt and little else, she has her long red curls in a tousled mess on her shoulders as she can be seen reading her hands where a small tablet rests.  Sitting there, she sighs softly before beginning to speak in a slow Houston drawl to the room in general.

“Well this is something,” Sam states.  “Reading Twitter and waiting on room service is such a boring thing now.  It used to be cool when we were travelling but there were times when we could do the tourist thing too.  This pandemic is starting to get to me, I swear.”  Tossing the tablet to the side, Sam leans back on her hands and stares off into space.  Taking a breath, she holds it, her cheeks looking like a chipmunk before she releases it in a slow hiss.  

“There has got to be something to do,” she mutters as she rolls and then pulling the tablet upwards, she gets a bit of a smile as she begins to let her fingers move across the tablet as she types a message then releases it to the Twitterverse.  “Let’s see what happens from this.”

Tweet:  Sam Marlowe @sammi_which   Apr 6   This week the karaoke is taking a break. Lip syncin’ and trying to go more viral than Covid 19 #sendsongrequests #lipsyncformylife

Sam pushes off the bed and moves to the setup she has with a laptop that is open and a screen saver can be seen floating images of colors.  Hitting her finger on the spacebar, she brings the laptop to life before looking down to realize that she is not really dressed for the Internet.  Moving away from the laptop, she heads to the closet where she walks into and grabs a couple of outfits.  Retreating to the bathroom to change, she appears in a pair of light distressed jean shorts and a blue University of Nevada sweatshirt.

“Okay, let’s see who would like me to do some lip syncin’,” she says as she opens twitter to reveal a response from Ben Jordan that has Sam facepalming once she sees it.  “Oh em gee Ben, why would you do that to me…”

Taking a few moments, she opens Youtube and searches up the first song.  Shaking her head, she turns on her camera and then pulls back as she begins to speak on the video.  “Well we have our first request from the prat himself.  This one is for you Ben…”

She moves again to press play on Youtube then gets back into the camera’s view as the song Baby Shark begins to play.  Sam begins to lip sync as she does the moves.  Baby shark has her opening and closing her index finger and thumb.  “Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, baby shark,” she mouths before changing to clap her hands like a mouth as she moves to the mommy shark lyrics.  Dancing in the camera’s view, she smiles at each change while she sings along.  Finally, she gets to the very last verse.

“It’s the end doo doo doo doo doo doo, it’s the end doo doo doo doo doo doo, it’s the end!”

Moving towards the laptop as the song ends, she presses stop on the video and then turns again to twitter.  Seeing nothing else requested, she sighs then sits in front of the camera, looking into it as she begins to speak.

“Well I guess no one is wanting to see me lip sync but that is okay, I came prepared you could say.  I had spent most of earlier today getting songs that I think would be good to play to talk about my match coming up at the supercard.  As many of you know, I challenged Jessie Salco,” she says with a half smile.  “Well I had to because she seems to like kicking people when they are not in the best places and trust me, twenty twenty hasn’t been too good for me.  And if that is what she wants to do then she is more than welcome to.  I would have to remind her however that when you do something like that, you have to be careful that the person you are putting the boots to can’t fight back.”

“I suppose that I could talk a big game,” offers Sam as she looks into the camera.  “I mean look at our history Jessie.  You have always tried to make a name for yourself by trying your best to tell everyone that listens that you are better than me and I will admit Jessie, you are a hard hitter but when it comes to facing me in the ring, you always end up on the losing end of the match.  I don’t know why you just don’t realize that you should just sit back and relax with your tough talk.”

Sam puts her elbow on the table and leans her cheek on the hand that she brings up.

“But that isn’t you is it Jessie?  You have to be the one that talks tough and the one that has to be the one who is cocky and sure about beating everyone down.  You have held titles and yes you are a very dangerous woman.  I have the lumps and bumps to prove it.  And I am sure that on Sunday you are going to be coming to that ring with the intent to hand me another loss for the seventh time this year,” says Sam with a roll of her eyes.  

She straightens up and begins to look thoughtful as she taps a finger on the tip of her nose.  “You know what Jessie?  I just realized that when it comes down to it, all you are doing with your talk is motivating me.  See, when you talk your talk about me it is just like a small little bit of a pebble in my shoe.  It rubs and annoys until I have to remove it.  Just like you Jessie.  Your taunts and jabs rub and annoy until it drives me to have to remove them.  I thought that I could just brush them aside but you have this ability to get to me and congratulations Jessie, at Blaze of Glory, once again I am going to have to remove you from my psyche in the six-sided ring.”

“I am sure though Jessie that you are going to talk about how you have my number and how that you are a winner and I am just a loser that has nothing going for me this year.  Yes, I get it Jessie, losing streak and all that but I want you to remember something.  When it comes to losing streaks between us Jessie who is the one that you can’t seem to beat…who is the person Jessie that you are suffering from a losing streak against?” questions Sam.  “Let’s see shall we?”

Sam opens up the Sin City Wrestling website where she begins to quote comments.  “Marlowe has never lost to Salco in her career,” says Sam with a bit of a smile to the camera then continues, “so historically you have to know that streak will continue at Blaze of Glory.”  Sam’s finger swipes over the mousepad of the laptop and closes the webpage then once again looks directly down the lens of the camera.

“Jessie Salco, Sunday’s match is not a title match which sadly for you means that you won’t get a belt should you defy the odds and beat me.  However, for me, there isn’t a title on the line but there is something bigger and that is pride.  Yeah, that is right.  Pride is what is driving me this week,” Sam muses with a smile.  “Pride at my record against you, pride in the fact that when I get in that ring, I am the captain of my fate.  As a matter of pride, I am coming to this match with a desire that no one will be able to extinguish.”

Sam gets a serious look in her eyes even as her lips curl in a smile.  

“I want to say thank you though Jessie.  If you hadn’t talked all that trash about me, I might have just continued on my losing streak and sinking lower and lower in the rankings but you know what happened,” Sam states as her smile widens.  “You did Jessie.  You with your trash talk and your attitude and your ‘I’m so much better than she is’ cockiness did something that you may not be ready for.”

Sam is heard to be tapping on the keys of the laptop below the camera’s view

“So on Sunday Jessie, I dare you to come to that ring and try to hit me with your best shot because even your best is not going to be good enough come Blaze of Glory when I use the motivation you have given me to burn you down

Sam smiles at the comment then presses her finger downward.  Suddenly a slow voice begins to almost talk lyrics of Hit me with your best shot by Adona.  Sam steps back from the laptop, her mouth matching the lyrics with a smile that reaches her eyes as she slowly moves to the music.  Each movement is almost a taunt to the camera and in essence to Jessie Salco.  As the music blares then fades out, Sam moves towards the laptop and then reaching for the top of it, she slams it shut sending the view to black.

Voice over:  What you have just witnessed could be considered the cabin fevered rantings of one Sam Marlowe, SCW Bombshell who this week has challenged Jessie Salco to a match.  Has the Covid 19 gotten to her or no?  Whatever you think, you will have to make that judgment yourself.

A smiling Sam moves into the view of the camera once more with a laugh.  "Wait until Ben sees this.  He has that finger snap thingie but I got me a voice over."

Again the view goes to black as the voice over can be heard to chuckle.