<img src=http://i63.tinypic.com/fjqnif.jpg>The soft whistle of a kettle just reaching the boil sounds as a counterpoint to the soft tap of nails on a counter top. Resting on the counter is a small Ipad that has the image of Ben Jordan on it with the twin circles of call and hang up flashing in front of his picture. Reflected in the screen is the face of Sam Marlowe, her bottom lip sucked worriedly between her teeth as she lightly gnaws at it.
A mantra of ‘pick up, pick up’ can barely be heard under the breath of Sam as she reaches across the counter and presses the disconnect button in frustration. Moving to pick up the whistling kettle she pours a stream of hot water into a cup, the scent of a spicy tea begins to filter upwards as adds a small bit of honey to sweeten the beverage.
“Where the bubble could you be?” she muses as she picks up the cup and brings it up to blow a soft stream of breath that stirs the steam escaping from it. Leaning a hip against the counter, she is about to sip at the drink when the sound of a message comes across the IPad. Sam burns her lip against the brim of the cup as she turns quickly to answer the buzz of the message.
“It is about time you called,” she says before she really knows who it is. The face of Colton Myers can be seen smiling on the face time window. Smiling she sheepishly runs a hand through her hair to cover her surprise that it isn’t who she thought it was.
“Sorry Sammi, been busy filming the show and there was the funeral of Luke Perry,” admits Colton. “If I had known…” he trails off jokingly as Sam blushes and leans against the counter once more, her hand reaching for the tea she had set down.
Sipping carefully at it, she shrugs. “I know you must have been really busy and all that but have to admit that I missed you a little bit,” she replies as she holds her index finger and thumb with an inch or so between them. “Actually, I was hoping to talk to you. I have a title match coming up and needed to talk to someone about it.”
Colton’s smile fades slightly as he watches as Sam once more begins to suck on her bottom lip and gets a worried look on her face. “Is it that bad of a match Sam?” he asks.
Sam shakes her head negatively as she sighs. “It is a match against a friend of mine. Amy Marshall…Santino. Last time I faced her, she was a little preoccupied and I don’t think that her mind was fully focused but now that I laid out that open challenge and she jokingly said she wanted the shot, management agreed with her. So this week I get to face Amy and I am sure that now that she has beaten Apple Coren, she is going to be focusing on me.”
Colton listens then crosses his arms as he replies, laying them on the surface in front of him. “Have you beaten her before Sam?”
The bombshell roulette champion nods as she once more sips at the tea. Colton continues to speak once he sees her nod. “And you did lay out an open challenge…did you think that no one would pick up the challenge?”
Sam thinks about it then sets down the cup and resting her elbows on the counter top, she responds. “I didn’t think it would be Amy who would be the first one to respond. I was pretty sure that Trinity Jones would be all over that like a chicken on a June bug but I guess Amy was quicker on the draw.” Sam looks a bit reminiscent as she peers into space over the IPad, missing the smirk on Colton’s face. “You know Camo, I wonder what could have possessed her to throw her hat in the ring on that challenge.”
“Maybe Sammi, it is the fact that you would offer her a challenge,” he offers with a shrug. “I think that she is just like that Trinity Jones person wanting to knock you down a few pegs.”
Sam violently shakes her head. “Nah, Amy isn’t like that. She and I are friends and I know that in that ring we are both competitive but when it comes to matches, we can both leave it in the ring. I have total respect for Amy and I have to admit, I am kind of looking forward to this match.”
Colton looks surprised. “You are looking forward to it?” he states with the slightest bit of confusion. “You just told me you were worried about this match and now you are looking forward to it? Have you taken one too many hits to the head?”
That comment causes Sam to laugh heartily as she fights to breathe. Holding up one finger as her laughter begins to fade, she is finally able to reply. “No, no hits to the head. I realize that yeah, it sounds like I may be a little nutty to look forward to facing a hall of famer but you have to realize that everyone else who faces me are looking to take my title and put me out of wrestling to do it. Amy however, she’s coming to try and take my title but she is doing it with respect of our friendship and y’all gotta admit that is like a breath of fresh air in this business. And hellfire, if I lose to Amy, I won’t have a problem with that.”
“You lose Sammi,” says Colton, “God forbid because you are definitely the one that is defining that belt you wear and I don’t think the fans will want you losing the title that you hold for them.” A self-deprecating smile passes over the face of the champion that she quickly hides it with the cup of tea as Colton continues. “So where are you facing Amy?”
“Climax Control is in Glasgow Scotland this week,” answers Sam. “I am leaving Friday to be there for Sunday. I was set to do a meet and greet at the venue Saturday. But I am also worried about my…”
Suddenly from behind Colton, his name can be heard by Sam, interrupting her, as he is called back to set. Offering Sam an apologetic look, he picks up his phone and brings it to head height as he stands and begins to walk back towards the set. “I’m sorry Sammi, I gotta go. I’ll face time you later this week. And don’t worry about your title, it ain’t going anywhere.”
“Bye Camo,” says Sam, “Will talk to y’all soon.”
Both reach for the disconnect button at the same time as the screen goes blank. Sam sighs as she turns and again leans on one hip against the counter and picks up the IPad and once more swipes across the face of it to her contacts list and opens a whatsapp window that has the image of Ben Jordan as she taps against the glass initiating another call that she puts on speaker to set it down. The buzz of the call fills the room as Sam once more picks up her cup and sips as the tea, the mantra of ‘pick up up’ echoing off the ceramic of the cup as she drinks and picking up her IPad and walking out of the kitchen.
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<td>What can I say about this week’s challenge from Amy Santino for my bombshell roulette title?
I could say that I am looking forward to stepping in the ring with Amy and testing my skills against a hall of famer who I have mad respect for. I know Amy that when I put that open challenge out there, the possibility of you accepting was there and I am glad actually that you did. When we faced each other last time, I could tell you were distracted and even though it was a hard-fought match, I didn’t you’re your full attention. I know too that you are someone that could easily take the title from me and I am sure that this time when we step in the ring, the distraction is gone and you will be focused right on me and the challenge of taking my title.
But I want to remind you of something Amy and I know I say this with confidence and that is I am the champion and I have spent the last few months defending the bombshell roulette title for the fans. That means this week as well I am stepping into the ring to fight for this title I hold, it will be with one thing on my mind and that is retaining my title.
Granted, there is no way to know what kind of stipulation will dictate the match we will have but there is one thing that you have to be aware of and that is I am fully capable of taking any stipulation and adapting my wrestling style to it. If that wheel lands on a last woman standing match…been there, done that. Should that wheel land on a bra and pantie match, then I will have no problem striping you down to your bra and pantie to keep my title. All those matches and stipulations are just a means to an end and that end is retaining my title.
Since winning the Bombshell Roulette title I have to admit that I never thought I wouldn’t want to stay just the Bombshell Roulette champion. I had stood as the Bombshell champion and I was the target of everyone with that title. Then I lost it. People keep wondering when it will be that I will challenge again for that title and if you really want to know, I don’t think I want to.
I can hear everyone now…’you don’t want a chance at the top bombshell title in SCW?’ If I am honest, you would have to say that right now, the top title in my opinion is the Bombshell Roulette title because it challenges one to adapt and innovate to win the title in a situation that is completely random. Maybe that is why you jokingly answered the challenge Amy. Maybe you realized that all the talk and hype of the Bombshell championship was just that, hype. Maybe you realized that the better title is the Roulette title. Or maybe it is that you want to have another shot at me because you realize that as friends, this wouldn’t be a kill or be killed situation.
We are friends and stepping in the ring, we know that it is going to be a friendly rivalry that will see both of us give our all but when the dust settles, we can shake hands and share a pint after the match.
The only problem that I can see is what might happen when I win the match and retain the belt. Because that is my intention Amy, winning the match and retaining my title. This title is my life, and I wouldn’t want that to change. So I am going to do what I need to in order to retain it and I apologize now that I am going to be coming to win the title and keep it around my waist. You know, I keep thinking of something my daddy told me but I have added to it. And it goes something like this…You don’t tug on Superman’s cape…you don’t piss in the wind and you don’t think you can take the Bombshell roulette title from me.
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<img src=http://i67.tinypic.com/25in71h.jpg>Pussy Willow can be seen standing outside of a building in East London, a cameraman standing behind her as he films the door which is slowly starting to open to reveal Sam Marlowe with a small carryon. Dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a black tee and boots, she pulls up short as she sees Pussy.
“Hey you,” she calls as she moves out of the door and setting the carryon down, she turns and locks the door of the flat. “I am just getting ready to head to the airport Pussy for Glasgow. So if you want to chat, it is going to have to be in the cab,” says Sam as she motions to the taxi that had pulled up to the front of the house.
“Of course, I was just about to say that we need to do an interview for your match and I guess we could do it in the cab,” answers Pussy who then motions for the cameraman to get in the front to film the pair in the back. Sam slides into one side as Pussy opens the door and slides herself into the other seat. As the cab pulls away from the curb, Pussy once more speaks. “I have to say Sam that this week you are in for a fight against your friend Amy. Given that she is a former bombshell roulette champion so she knows a thing or two about those matches. Are you worried at all?”
Sam thinks for a moment as she watches out the window of the car at the buildings moving past then answers slowly. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried Pussy. I have seen Amy and I know exactly what she can do. But I also have to say that she knows what I am capable of as well. I am sure she has spoken about how she is going to be taking the title from me. And as much as I respect her, I will respectfully agree to disagree.”
Pussy lets her lips quirk at that comment. “Are you saying Sam that you don’t think that she will able to take your Roulette title?”
“I am not saying that I don’t think that she will be able to take the title from me, I am saying that I know she won’t be taking my title,” offers Sam. Before Pussy can say anything, Sam continues. “I know that Amy is one tough woman but I have to say that I am driven to retain this title because this title is something that I will fight for with every fiber of my being. As much as people want to challenge for the Bombshell title, none of them recognize just how much better this title is. This title is something I take pride in and there is no way that I will let it slip from my fingers and that is a promise Pussy.”
“Wow I have to say you are sounding pretty confident,” offers Pussy as the cab moves through the London traffic and then moves to the streets that are indicating the direction to the airport. “I wonder if Amy knows how confident you are about this match and what she might have to say to you about it.”
Sam shrugs as she looks out the window, barely paying attention to the question. “I am sure she is going to be talking about how she is coming to win. Just like everyone else who challenges me. And trust me, I know she could win easily but she has to know that I am going to be doing everything in my power to retain the title. So, I guess you could say this is the irresistible force trying to move an immovable object. I will not be letting the title go anywhere but back on my shoulder after all is said and done.”
“Do you think this will affect your friendship?” asks Pussy.
Sam turns to her friend and smiles while shaking her head. “Amy and I are able to keep our friendship intact because we both realize that in the ring there are no friends. This match isn’t going to be a war but it isn’t going to be a love fest. This is not a best friend’s match, this is a title match with the Bombshell roulette title on the line. Friends outside of the ring doesn’t mean this is going to be my friend in the ring. Inside of the ring Pussy, Amy is my opponent and is someone trying to take my title. That isn’t going to happen on Sunday.”
The car is approaching Gatwick Airport and pulls up to the curb where Sam offers Pussy a smile as the driver gets out of the cab and rushes to open Sam’s door. “I wish I could stay and talk more but I have a flight to catch Pussy. I will see you in Glasgow at Climax Control,” says Sam as she pulls a few bills from her pocket and counts out the fare for the cab. With a wave at Pussy, Sam turns to pull the carryon into the airport and disappears from view leaving the interviewer and cameraman in the cab.
