Sam Marlowe Diary Entry 19 February:
Growing up as the daughter of Vanessa Marlowe, I have participated in many a charity night for her and her charities. Tonight isn’t an exception as I prepared to attend the charity night she had planned for her hospital committee board she sat on. Little did I know that it was just another night of payback from Cyn…
Earlier in the week I had received the call. As most calls with my mother, it started out simply enough.
The sound of the ringer on Sam’s phone played out Mamma Mia which was the first clue that it was her mother. Gingerly Sam had picked up her phone and as she was reaching for the answer button she paused for the moment to wonder if Cyn had decided to use their mother’s phone to call her. Sam quickly debated in her mind whether or not to answer it before letting it go to voicemail. She waited patiently to see what if any message was left. Beside her sat the Bombshell title she had won the night before. Dressed casually in a pair of sweats and jeans, Sam had just opened up her laptop and logged into Skype.
Sure enough, moments later, the icon for a voicemail message lit up on the screen. Quickly dialing the number to access her voicemail box, Sam hits speaker and waits as the ringing finishes.
“You have reached the voicemail box of Sam…” it said before Sam punches in her passcode. “You have one new message,” it says before playing the message.
“Samantha, this is your mother. I am having a fundraiser this Friday night and would really like it if you were there to help me with it. I want to talk to you right away, please call me back.”
Sam lets her head fall forward as she presses the phone off then looks around. Sighing with frustration, she picks up the phone and dials a number then hits speaker. As she does, there appears a call on her Skype from Ben Jordan that she answers as she brings the phone to rest beside the laptop.
“I’ll be right with you Ben I have to call my …Mother, sorry I missed your call,” she says with almost comical timing as Ben can be seen to smirk and Sam glares at him. “I got your message though and I thought that maybe I could kinda miss this since I just want to relax after winning the title.”
Vanessa’s voice sounds cultured and unwavering as she responds. “I am glad you called me back Samantha. I have our annual charity ball this coming weekend and I am going to need you to be there. Cynthia made a very good suggestion on having a bachelor and bachelorette auction and since she is engaged, she suggested that you would be so happy in helping out and being part of the auction. So I can count on you can’t I Samantha?”
Sam cringes at the tone of her mother’s voice. On Skype she can see Ben shaking his head, softly chuckling at the comment from her mother.
“Mother really…” Sam starts to comment only to be interrupted by her mother.
“Bring your prettiest dress to Houston with you Samantha so you will look good for the night and help me raise lots of funds for the charity. Love you and see you Friday.”
The connection is closed by Vanessa as Sam groans softly. Turning to the Skype call, Sam smiles apologetically at Ben. “I guess this puts a bit of a crimp into our plans for that celebratory drinking binge we had planned for this weekend,” she says as she brushes her hands through her hair to pull it back over her shoulder.
“Darlin’,” says Ben, “don’t you think this is that dragon putting your mother up to this. You heard her, Cyn suggested it.”
Sam lets her eyes close and her head fall back. “I wish that it was Cyn that called, then I definitely would have said no but she got Moms to. I can’t say no to her,” exclaims Sam only to stop as she hears the soft buzz of an email notification. Clicking over she sees the details of the event.
“Friday night in Houston on the auction block…yay me!” she exclaims with a look of world weary acceptance as Ben just laughs. “Yeah, laugh it up funny man, you don’t have to worry your charming self about doing this,” she adds as she sends him the link. “See, this is something that is a good thing but I would much rather not be one of the offerings for the night. If there were ever a reason to get engaged, that would be it...”
Ben gets a horrified look on his face which makes Sam laugh. "Don't worry darlin' you're safe," she teases.
Sam Marlowe Diary entry 19 February:
So here I am, getting ready to head to the hotel where the charity event was to be held. Wish me luck that I help raise money for the event and don’t have to worry about someone wanting to get his hands all over me.
After all, I am a lady, not some floozy or so I keep being told by Daddy.
Stepping into the ballroom of the hotel, Sam looks self-conscious in a rather short silk dress and high heels. The bright pink of the color is complemented with the light tan on her skin and the unsophisticated hairstyle of her curls cascading in a fiery waterfall over one shoulder. Looking around the room, a smile frozen on her face, she moves inside and towards her mother and Cyn who are near the stage where a man is parading slowly along the walkway as an auctioneer calls out money amounts.
“I’m here,” says Sam as she reaches her mother who holds out her cheek for a kiss. Sam obliges as Cyn smirks.
“Thank you Samantha, I am sure that tonight’s auction will be a big success. You are up next so I want you to be ready for the bidding. It is such a shame that Cynthia couldn’t participate as well,” says Vanessa before she turns to accept a compliment from someone.
Cyn links her arms with Sam as she walks her towards the stage steps. “Yeah, isn’t that just a pity that I am engaged and can’t participate. But I knew you would be sooo happy to sell yourself Sammi.”
Sam rolls her eyes at Cyn and shakes her head. “I knew you were behind this because of Christian kicking you out of the supercard venue. But seriously Cyn, why couldn’t you just leave well enough alone? So you got kicked out, so what? It isn’t like you were going to be doing anything anyways since you aren’t an employee of SCW.”
“Yeah, so you keep telling me,” snarls Cyn as an angered look passes over her face only to be replaced with a bright and fake smile. “Well sister dear, it is your turn, hopefully you will bring in a little money.”
The auctioneer moves to help Sam climb the stage stairs onto the walkway before introducing her to the crowd. Sam smiles as the auctioneer opens the bidding.
“Samantha Marlowe is the daughter of our chairperson Vanessa Marlowe and the new SCW Bombshell Champion. What am I bid to start?” he asks as a call from the crowd for one hundred dollars is heard. Sam begins to walk along the stage in a modeling walk, casting flirtatious smiles at the crowd.
Cyn watches the bidding slowly go on. Her fiancé moves to stand beside her and hold up his hand for a bid of five hundred dollars. Cyn slaps his chest and murmurs angrily for him to stop. Another voice is heard to say one thousand in a rather posh british accent. Sam holds a hand up to shade her eyes from the bright light to try and see who had made the bid.
“We have a bid of one thousand dollars from the brit in the back,” says the auctioneer before an older man in the front makes a bid of fifteen hundred. The auctioneer points at him and then raises his gavel but the brit raises the bid again to two thousand.
Looking at the British gentleman who has a rather large afro and dark glasses and a moustache Cyn fumes as she moves towards the stage with the bidding going between the Brit and the older man fast and furious. As the bid reaches five thousand the older gentleman tips his Stetson at the Brit who smiles as he makes his way forward.
“The final bid of five thousand…going once…twice…sold to the gentleman with the british accent,” calls out the auctioneer before helping Sam from the stage. As she walks towards the gentleman, Cyn moves to stand beside him as he pulls out a pile of bills. “Congratulations sir, lucky man to get a night with my sister,” she taunts.
“I say quite the bargain if you ask me,” he says with a wink at Cyn who smirks as she nods. “And it is for the night is it not?”
Cyn nods as she holds out her hand for the money that the man is holding out. “And what did you say your name was?” she asks
“Ben…I mean Jordan Benjamin,” he answers as he is joined by Sam. “Good evening miss,” he says as he holds out his arm crooked at the elbow. “Shall we find ourselves something to drink?”
Sam suspiciously tucks her hand through his arm and with a smile and wave at Cyn moves off with the gentleman as the pair head towards the bar. As they lean towards the young lady, Sam is surprised by the change of the posh accent to a rather familiar sounding accent.
As ‘Jordan Benjamin’ turns towards her, she reaches up and pulls off the rather thick moustache to reveal Ben Jordan who brings his hand up as he yelps in pain.
“Ben, what in the hell are you doing here and wearing a seventies porn moustache?” she demands as she fights back a fit of giggles.
“Friends don’t let friends drink without them,” he says as he rubs at the space where the moustache had been. “Besides darlin’, aren’t I the one that has your back when it comes to the dragon? And speaking of, I just bought you for the night and since you are such an expensive date let’s get out of here before your sister finds out it is me that ‘bought’ you.”
The pair makes their escape as the next bachelor gets pulled on stage.
Sam Marlowe Diary entry 20 February (late afternoon):
I am back in Vegas in no condition whatsoever to deal with Moms or Cyn should they call. Thanks to Ben I never even made it back to the house last night. Good thing that I went to the airport right from the bar to fly home. Note to self, three hours of sleep is so not enough to fix this so I am going back to bed…
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A soft curse in a rather breathless Texan accent can be heard in the middle of the room where a woman can be seen to be striking a yoga pose. One wall is mirrored and reflects the woman dressed in a pair of dark spandex shorts and a white tee that is plastered to her body. In bare feet, Sam Marlowe rests on a yoga mat as she stretches her body into the position that the video that is playing shows.
“That isn’t what that pose looks like Sammi,” she can be heard to say as she fiddles with her feet as she plants them on the mat. A noise from the side distracts her as Pussy walks into the room. Sam smiles as she teeters before catching herself and striking the right balance. “Hey Pussy, ready for a work out?”
Pussy just shakes her head as she pulls a camcorder from her rather bulky purse. “You can do the entire sweating thing champ while I get this interview done,” she replies as Sam laughs.
Sam straightens then moves to the next position as Pussy begins to film her. Sam sticks her tongue out at the camera which causes a giggle to escape Ms Willow. “Come on Sam, you know I have to do this considering that this week you are finally taking part in the Blast from the Past tournament. And to have Rage as your partner, man that must be interesting. Have you met him yet?”
Sam nods as she moves to the floor and sits down into the lotus position for the rest of the interview. “I talked to him and his wife at Climax Control and both of us are ready for this team,” she answers. “I think that my chances are good with this team.”
Sam rubs her hands along the floor as she moves to stretch towards Pussy who again begins to speak. “Oh Sam, Rage and Kittie aren’t married. But I am sure that something is going on there but whenever I ask, no one says one way or another just what the relationship is. One of these days I will get the scoop on that!”
Sam chuckles at the way Pussy says that, almost vowlike. Sam reaches across her body with her arm, stretching it as she uses her other hand to push it deeper into the hold. Pussy shakes off the comment about the Rage relationship scoop to point the camera again at Sam.
“Well speaking of Rage, he is your partner in the tournament and some people might say that he is one of the ones to go all the way. And they are also saying that with the Bombshell champion as his partner that the two of you are the team to beat,” Pussy says with an enquiring lilt to the question. “Do you think that is the correct assessment of the tournament? I mean really, you are the champ and he is a former champ and the two of you have a very interesting match in the opening round of the tournament against Raab and Gothika.”
Sam gets a thoughtful expression on her face as she thinks about the question. “I suppose that people would see the fact that I am the champion would make it a slam dunk for me but if you really want to know, I am not taking anyone lightly in this tournament,” offers Sam as she stretches the other way. “I mean that I don’t really have to worry so much about Raab in this match but still, Gothika is a strong competitor and if she manages to get in the ring I am going to have to be on my game to stand toe to toe with her. Guess it is a good thing that I am going to be on my game at Climax Control.”
“I would totes agree with that Sammi,” answers Pussy. “But it is also a good thing that you don’t have to face Raab in the ring. I heard that he has a murderous dislike of women and if truth be told, would think nothing of seriously injuring you if he could. Does that worry you at all, that he could refuse to leave the ring and put a hurting on you?”
Sam gets a look of concern on her face that she quickly shakes off. “I trust that the referee won’t let that happen. But I will be on the watch out for it.”
Pussy nods at Sam’s comment which sends the camera bobbing up and down. Righting it, Pussy once more speaks from behind the lens.
“Well Sammi, that just leaves the question about what you are going to do about Gothika since she is the one that you will have to worry about. She will be able to bring a lot of skill to the ring and when she does, she is one hell of a competitor. She is a former tag champion here with Raynin and if you ask me is probably just as deadly if not deadlier than Raab when it comes to being in the ring with other Bombshells,” says Ms Willow before looking over the camera at her friend with concern. “Do you think you need to worry or not Sam? I would be if it was me.”
“What is she known for? Tag titles and being in the Fallen. I know they are damn tough and I know that she has this biting thing going on but seriously when it comes to being in the ring with her I am going to have to stay out of the bite zone. And if you really want to know I may need to keep it strike and move. Given that she is the way she is, she might just be too powerful if I get into her reach,” Sam offers as she finishes up her final pose then shakes it out. “Honestly Pussy, I am not going to step in that ring thinking that I am safe as champion. Who can say what will happen in the match but I do know one thing…I am not going to let my partner down in this tournament. Actually I know two things…I am not going to let Rage down and I am NOT going to let Gothika beat me.”
The pair shares a laugh at that. Getting to her feet, Sam moves towards the mirrored wall to grab a towel that is on the floor there and begins to wipe at the sweat on her face. “Listen, I could stand here and talk all day about what is going to happen in that ring when I face Raab and Gothika but truth be told Pussy, anything can happen and just might. But I can’t let that hold me back,” offers Sam as she moves towards her friend. “I am just going to have to go balls to the wall this week when I face them in the tournament. I am not going to look beyond this match.”
“I think that is a great idea Sammi,” responds Pussy as she pulls the camera away from her friend’s face and then hits stop. “Now that we have that out of the way Sam, what shall we do now?” asks Pussy who tucks the camera into her bag.
“Feel like dinner and a movie? I haven’t had a chance to see a couple of movies that my friends sent me. Why don’t we pick up take out and make a night of it?” asks Sam as she wraps the towel around her neck.
Pussy nods her agreement and moves towards her friend only to stop a few feet away and wrinkling her nose as she replies. “I’m all for it but first things first and that means first you need a shower.”
Sam looks down and then with a nod and smile moves to the doorway and pushes it open to disappear inside leaving Pussy to finish putting her camera away as the scene fades out.
