[Sam Marlowe]

 A microphone is seen standing alone in a room where suddenly the sound of footsteps can be heard.  Stepping into view, Sam Marlowe approaches the microphone and smiles as she curls her fingers around it and pulls it closer.  Letting her eyes shift from right to left, she leans closer and begins to speak.

“I found out about whom I am facing this week and I realized that no one has really done what we should be doing every time a new person enters the company.  And since she is my opponent, let me begin by saying, ‘Welcome to SCW Otaki’ and give her a quick orientation that she really didn’t get in her match against Veronica Taylor,” says Sam.

Taking a moment to let that sink in, Sam slightly tugs at the SCW Bombshell tee she is wearing before once more looking up and speaking.

“See, we have a great bombshell division in Sin City Wrestling and trust me when I say that anyone can totally step into the spotlight and win titles.  Heck, when I won the Bombshell title I was totally surprised with the shot I had been given and well, I took advantage of the title shot and drove myself hard to win.  So if you have the drive to succeed, like I saw that you had when you faced Veronica, y’all are going to fit in quite well with the rest of the bombshells in SCW,” says Sam.  

“I also want to let you know though that as much as we talk a good game and as much as this is about being able to trash talk our opponents, we have to realize that actions speak volumes and in the ring that is where we make our names,” offers Sam as a hand moves to brush her hair out of her face.  â€œAnd believe you me, I am ready to step up to you in that ring and prove that I deserve once more to wrestle for gold in this company.”

Sam looks to the side, a slight fading of her smile belying the confidence she is showing.  Pulling herself together again, she turns once more to address the microphone.

“I don’t know if you know my history here in SCW,” Sam teases with a quick roll of her eyes then speaks once more.  â€œHowever, I started out like any other bombshell at the bottom and then wrestled my way into matches that others never thought I would be able to wrestle in.  Then came what I like to refer as ‘THE SHOT’ and I was to face the Bombshell champion for her title.  Now everyone saw how the champion at the time was the one that decided that I would be the one to have the shot and she probably did it because she didn’t think I could beat her and guess what…”

The eyeroll returns for a sheepish look into the camera as Sam then winks.

“I went on to win that title,” says Sam.  â€œBut eventually champions have to lose and lose I did.  Then I started to go on a losing streak.  It got to be like I couldn’t win a one person race no matter how much heart I showed in the ring.  And that caused me a bit of problems with the owners, well Christian Underwood.  And that got me suspended and…”

Sam pauses for a moment to suck her bottom lip into her teeth as she once more brushes her hand through her hair.

“I hope I am not boring you with all this history stuff but I really think you need to get the full story before you go ahead and think that maybe I am not really a challenge to you because of your win against Veronica.  See, when it comes down to it, I tend to work my way up the ladder and with every slip down a rung or two, I fight my way back to the next rung on the ladder,” offers Sam who tilts her head as if listening for a response before she continues.  â€œThen of course, Mark Ward gave me an opportunity in the Blast for the Past mixed tag team tournament and I made it all the way to the finals where my opponent had to basically push the referee into me to get the opportunity to pin me after faking being hurt.  But that is all well and good, I am glad to know that she needed to resort to that to win.”

Sam’s confidence restored, she begins to move the microphone with her as she begins to pace.  â€œThen of course, we have last week.  Facing off against Crystal Millar and beating the current Bombshell champion gave me momentum and a confidence boost that I needed.  And you would think that beating her would put me back up in the rarified air of the Bombshell championship but you see, I still haven’t proven to Christian that I deserve that and so he put me on track for the Roulette title.  But you know what…maybe that is what I need right now.  The ability to test my limits…”

“I don’t know if you really understand what it means to challenge in a match with Roulette rules.  Let me lay it out for you.  In Sin City Wrestling there is the roulette rules wheel where match types are listed on the wheel.  Rocky Mountains spins the wheel and the match that it lands on will be the way the match is contested.   I haven’t really had much experience much in Roulette matches but that doesn’t mean I ain’t game to excel in a Roulette match.  And if I win this one against you Otaki, that will mean that I am probably going to be able to at least be considered for the Bombshell roulette title,” offers Sam.  â€œAnd as much as most people have said that I don’t deserve the shot, I am content in knowing that this week I face you and if I can beat you, I’m in line for once more challenging for gold.”

Letting go of the microphone, Sam straightens and puts her hands behind her back as she addresses the microphone once more.

“I have to admit, between you and me, I don’t really care if I am wrestling for a title or not but there is something about getting in that ring and testing myself against people that just makes me excited about wrestling on Climax Control.  And if that means that I am going to get a chance to wrestle for gold because I am going to beat you this week on Climax Control,” says Sam before she lets her grin widen.  â€œYou better believe that I am out to pin you to the mat for the one two three.  So Otaki, welcome to Sin City Wrestling…I am your welcome wagon presenter and the woman that is going to hand you your first loss in SCW.”

Sam pulls away from the microphone and then walks out of the room leaving the view of the solitary microphone as the only thing seen.

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Music can be heard in the small theater on a rather warm day.  Dressed in a pair of cutoff overalls and a soft lavender half tee, a redhead can be seen pouring a stream of goldish colored liquid into a small bucket.  Looking up, Sam Marlowe takes in the trim she is preparing to paint with the gold.  Nearby, a woman in blue jean shorts and a tied off Sam tee can be seen rolling on a coat of light eggshell paint on a wall nearby.  

As Sam prepares to walk by, she smiles and nods at her friend who stops for a moment to look at the redhead.  â€œLooking good Bobbi, although your husband’s getting ahead of you,” teases Sam while pointing to Bobbi’s hubby who has finished his wall and is working his way towards Bobbi with his roller.  

“Yeah yeah,” Bobbi retorts before she is met by her husband who stops only long enough to offer her a peck on the cheek before smacking her ass and mumbling something about going to help Sam and let the big boys do the hard work.  Rolling her eyes, Bobbi puts her roller down and joins Sam who has made her way to the balcony and the scroll work she wants to paint.  Picking up a second brush, Bobbi dips it into the paint and begins to swish it across the wood.

“So Sam, you ready for this weekend?  Hubby there has been talking about nothing but the fact that they got you in a match that has roulette rules.  And from the way he is talking, he’s got his heart set on a bikini pillowfight for some reason,” says Bobbi, her voice lowering with the last of her comment like it is some secret she is sharing that she shouldn’t be.

Sam laughs at the comment and then nods her head as she begins to slather paint on the scrollwork.  â€œYeah I am as ready as I will ever be when it comes to that match on Climax Control.  I mean I saw how Otaki was able to beat Veronica and well, my dubya’s seem to be coming few and far between,” answers Sam.  â€œDon’t get me wrong, I put heart and soul into it and I just tend to come up that short…”

Bobbi scoffs which only gets Sam’s attention.  â€œReally Sammi, you know why you have been doing as bad as you have been.  You ain’t focused on the prize.  Now that you are on break from school and Monte ain’t around, maybe what you need to do is get back to the Sam that first started in the company.  No nonsense and full focus on the match,” taunts Bobbi as she paints another scroll with the gold paint.

“It isn’t as easy as that Bobbi,” replies Sam.  â€œI mean like sure, I was splitting my focus but you have to admit some of the people I have been facing have been really tough opponents.”

“They are only tough because you let them be.  Now you have a chance to get into the groove and Matt said that you could be champion just like that.  He is telling me that if you get through this week against that Otaka person, you might just get a title shot at Jessie Salco’s Roulette title.  And if that is the case, this roulette rules match will get you tuned up for sure,” offers Bobbi.

“Her name is Otaki and I am sure that she is not going to make it easy for me,” says Sam as she gets a thoughtful look on her face.  â€œBut you are right that if I make it through this challenge and beat her, I stand a really good chance at getting that shot.  So what I need to do is be the better person on Sunday in Long Beach.”  

“Then when you win on Sunday, you can look forward to a title shot on that cruise of yours,” adds Bobbi as she finishes up a scrollwork shield with the gold paint then turns to Sam and lightly taps the paintbrush on the end of Sam’s nose.  â€œLook, you can definitely say you look good in gold now!”

Sam’s eyes cross as she takes in the swath of gold across.  Bobbi can’t help but laugh at the comical look on Sam’s face.  Uncrossing her eyes, Sam leans forward and threatens Bobbi with her brush full of gold paint.  The friends begin a paint fight, tagging each other with splotches of gold paint.  Matt comes into the room and spies the two giggling friends and just shakes his head which causes the pair to stop for a moment before once more guiltily giggling as Bobbi’s husband leaves the pair of them to calm down.

Once the giggling is over, Bobbi turns to Sam and tilts her head questioningly.  â€œSoooo…you ready for the weekend and winning your way into the Roulette title??”

“Dang straight I am!” replies Sam as she moves to drape her arm over Bobbi’s shoulder.  The pair walk out of the room because you know…watching paint dry is rather boring…

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The sound of click click click breaks through the sounds of technicians setting up the ring and the sound cables for the show in Long Beach.  Standing in front of the SCW Roulette wheel is Sam Marlowe, her hand slowly clicking the wheel back and forth as she reads the match types listed on it.  From the side, she notices a cameraman checking his equipment by filming her standing there.  She turns more fully to the cameraman and motions him over.

“Listen, if you want to film something for me, I would really appreciate it.  I think I better talk about my match this week and well, being here in front of this wheel has given me a couple of ideas,” says Sam with a half-smile as the cameraman looks back at the equipment then Sam with a nod and moves back to pick up his camera and turns it towards Sam who has given the wheel a slight spin before beginning to speak.

“This week, in the six sided SCW ring, I have a chance to have this wheel spin and choose a match stipulation for when I face Otaki and I have been here and watching this wheel as it spins and realizing that there is no real way to prepare for a match that you don’t know you are wrestling in,” says Sam as she watches the spinning wheel slow down and land on a match stipulation that she reads outloud.  â€œTake for instance this stipulation…kendo on a pole match.  How can you prepare for trying to be the first one to take down that weapon and use it?  How can you prepare for it knowing that you will be feeling the pain it could cause because your opponent got to the kendo stick first.”

Sam reaches for the wheel again and spins it softly so only a few clicks are heard before it stops on another match type.  â€œPreparing for a roulette rules match is like trying to catch the wind…it isn’t possible.  Sure, some people might say that they are ready but who truly is ready for matches like this?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Sam traces a finger along the edge of the wheel, about to spin again but holds on not moving it as she faces the camera.

“Noone is ever ready for matches like this but this week I am prepared to step into that ring out there,” says Sam as she points in the direction of the ring while she speaks.  â€œAnd I am prepared to do what it takes to get the win in whatever match is chosen by this here wheel.  Granted there might be some hellacious matches on here but as a SCW bombshell, that is what you need to be ready for.  We ain’t just fluff in that ring.  We are just as capable and just as dangerous in the hardcore matches as we are in the ‘girly’ matches most men would like to see us in.”

A confident and determined look crosses the face of Sam as she leans into the cameraman to emphasize her next comment.  â€œI want to warn you Otaki, Sunday night isn’t going to be all nice girl Sam Marlowe as much as some people think.  See, I have the chance to finally get what I have wanted for the longest time and that is the chance to prove to Christian Underwood and Mark Ward that I belong in the title picture.  And if I have to beat you to do it, so be it.”

Sam stops, the determined look slowly being replaced with a smile and a friendly look from the redhead who begins to speak once more.

“Now that I got that off my chest, Otaki, I want to say good luck to you.  This wheel is going to be deciding how we will be fighting this match but there is one thing that the wheel isn’t going to be able to do and that is give you the win, not with how much I want to have my hand raised at the end of the match and Justin Decent say ‘the winner of the match…SAM Marlowe!’ and to hear my music blare out over the arena,” says Sam.  â€œSee ya Sunday!”

With the cheery farewell, Sam motions for the cameraman to stop filming.  Moving beside him, she smiles as she puts her elbow on his shoulder.  â€œThink we could check out the playback on that?  Make sure I haven’t darkened my good girl image or anything like that?” teases Sam as the cameraman pulls the camera away and begins to fiddle with the buttons with the scene fading out on him and Sam watching the playback.