[Sam Marlowe]

 Sam Marlowe can be seen standing in the middle of a ring, a far away look in her eyes as she stretches out in preparation for a sparring match with her friend and trainer Vixen Staggs who is dressed in a pair of tights and a light tee that is knotted in the small of her back.  Sam is dressed in a comfortable pair of hotpants and halter with her monogram gracing a small heart over her chest.  Vixen moves closer, throwing a punch that she pulls at the last minute forcing Sam’s attention to the here and now.  

“Holy Hannah Vix,” mutters Sam as she pulls herself together and backs away.  â€œWhat was that?”

Vixen shakes her head and moves once more towards Sam who sees her coming and gets into a ready stance.  Vixen surprises her by holding up her hands and motioning Sam closer.

“How many times have I told you Sam that you need to focus.  Nobody is going to let you get away with the daydreaming you are doing in this ring, least of all me,” growls Vixen in a teasing voice that is tinged with steel.  â€œDo you think that Cadence Carter isn’t going to gunning for you after what your sister said about her?”

“Oh you heard about that did you?” says Sam sheepishly as her shoulders slump and she moves to the corner of the ring and leans into the corner dejectedly.  â€œWhat Cyn is saying is wrong and now she ain’t letting me speak my own mind even in interviews.   I mean I lost that match fair and square but to hear Cyn tell it...Heck I don’t blame Cadence at all about what she has been saying back.    I mean yeah, that match was the second one we had and she did take me to my limit.  And she did win the title.  I even congratulated her about it.  I figured that maybe she might have wanted to enjoy the title a little you know.  I knew I hated having challengers after me right away.  She deserved at least a couple of weeks to wear that title.”

Vixen is listening as she reaches for the gloves she has on her hands.  Pulling at the tips of the fingers she pulls off one then the other as she leans on the ropes beside Sam but not looking at her.  â€œIs that really what you think Sam?  It’s just you and me here you know, you don’t have to keep that nice girl thing going on,” teases Vixen with a smile as she nudges at the shoulder of Sam.  â€œI get that you respected the girl but Sam, letting Cyn step up like that…”

“I know Vixen, trust me I know.  But she is so…forceful,” admits Sam.  â€œAnd doesn’t help that she has Monte helping her.  What am I going to do Vixen?”

“Well…” offers Vixen as she straightens up.  â€œFirst you are going to go into this tag match facing Cadence Carter and kick that bombshell’s ass all over the ring.  Then you are going to go onto the match facing your sister and kick her keister as well and then you are going to get both of those women off your mind…unless of course you want to challenge for the Roulette title again…”

Sam and Vixen both share a laugh at that.  Sam wipes at her teary eye and then offers Vixen a sigh.  â€œThank Vix, you always seem to make me feel a bit better.  And you are right, I have to go into this match and focus on Cadence.”

“Why do I hear a but in that comment?” asks Vixen with narrowed eyes.  

“I guess it is from the fact it is a mixed tag match and have you seen my partner?” replies Sam with a worried look.  â€œDon’t get me wrong…he will probably be a great partner.  I mean he protected me from Monte after all…”  Sam begins to wring her hands as she contemplates Anthrax, her partner for the match.  â€œI just wish…”

Vixen nods slowly.  â€œYou just wish you knew if you can trust him or if he will go psycho and you will be in just as much danger as the others are, right?”

Sam looks sideways at Vixen.  â€œIt’s that obvious?” she demands with a laugh?

“Nah, not at all,” teases Vixen as she motions towards the ring.  â€œWhy don’t we take your mind off your problems and work on getting us both ready for Climax Control two hundred?”

The two women move into the middle of the ring and Vixen dons her gloves as Sam begins to lightly bounce from foot to foot.  The two lock up in a collar and elbow tie up with Sam tossing Vixen over her hip and to the canvas as the two begin to use catch as catch can moves in their sparring as we fade out on the pair.



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“Daddy always said you can’t fix stupid.”

The soft melodious drawl of an upperclass Houstonian accent fills the slightly darkened room where the soft light outlines a shadowy figure, an abundance of red curls the only distinguishing mark taken in by the camera.  A hand slowly brings a drink to the lips of what can only be described as a woman with her back to the voyeur that is the camera lens.

“Y’all know that there are all kinds of bombshells in Sin City Wrestling.  You have the veterans that know when running their mouths, they have to be able to back it up.  Then there are the rookies who think that they are ten feet tall and bullshit proof,” drawls the voice once more, a slight tinge of disgust beginning to color the words of the woman.  â€œThen there are those ‘ladies’ that think that a title belt makes them untouchable and damn well cocky.  Those are the ladies that need to be taken down a peg or two.”

The soft whine of metal against metal is heard as the seat that the woman is sitting on begins to move, turning the woman’s face more into the shadows but allowing a slight glint of diamonds and gold to reflect the small bit of light into the lens like a flash of insight that the voice is trying to provide.  The whine stops as the voice softly continues.

“I have seen that there is a bombshell roulette champion that is getting all uppity about how she thinks she knows what is what in this world.  A little blonde thinks she knows it all when it comes to being a champion.  But like my Daddy always said…and say it with me…y’all can’t fix stupid.”

Suddenly the flare of a lamp to the left of the figure blinds the lens for only a moment before Cyn Marlowe leans forward into the circle of light, her eyes glittering with malice as she smiles and steeples her fingers together to address the camera.

“I am here to talk to Cadence Carter,” begins Cyn before giving the camera a look of concern.  â€œSee, y’all seem to think that I am my sister’s puppet and let me tell you something.  I ain’t no one puppet but you Cadence, you are predictable.  Just like my sister, easily led and generally stupid.  I got you playing to my game, not yours and not Sammi’s.  My sister was content to let you enjoy that title.  Hell, she was glad you won it.  She respected the hell out of you for winning it.  But let me share a secret with you Cadence…”

Cyn leans forward conspiratorially and smiles as she takes quick glances to the right and left as if sharing some state secret that could have far reaching consequences.  She curls her finger inviting the camera closer.  

“Secret is Cadence, I don’t care if you have the title or not.  I don’t care if Sammi asks for the rematch or not…the only thing I care about is pushing buttons and making my presence felt in SCW and causing as much problems as I can.  And believe you me, it seems that I have been pushing buttons,” taunts Cyn.  â€œMainly yours as a matter of fact.”

Cyn’s laughter is soft and seductive as she leans back in the chair and reaches for the glass that she brings into the light and sips from with a soft hum of pleasure.  The amber liquid sloshes ever so slightly against her lips before it is pulled away causing Cyn to draw her tongue ever so slowly against those lips before she speaks.  

“I do have to tell you I watched in sheer delight as you ranted and raved like a little bitch about how Sammi disrespected you and you were going to beat her like a redheaded stepchild…well not exactly in those words but hey, I wasn’t memorizing your words,” says Cyn with glee.  â€œDo you realize that you are helping me get to my sister?  Do you realize that if you do what I pushed y’all to do, she will be one step closer to losing her career?  And I only had to taunt you.”

Cyn gets a reflective look on her face as if contemplating something vexing.  

“I do however take offence to the fact that you seem to think it is Sammi running my mouth.  Darlin’ Sammi is such a goodie goodie, she wouldn’t be able to drive you as crazy as I did all by my little lonesome,” states Cyn as once more she sips at the glass of liquor.  â€œNo, you see, Sammi is all about the respect.  So much so that I am sure that she is going to somehow do a promo this week about how she is looking forward to facing you and that maybe she should think of challenging you for her rematch.  After all, she is entitled to one.  But my baby sister is the kind of person that just can’t stand up for herself. ”

Another malicious grin crosses Cyn’s face.

“But me on the other hand, I am quite willing and able to come down to your level Caddie…I can call you Caddie can’t I?  I mean I would think you would appreciate the contempt I have for you considering that you got all hopped up about my words.  But where you went wrong is directing them at my sister.  But bravo, from what I hear, you got her attention,” taunts Cyn.  â€œCome to think of it, you got everyone’s attention with all the big talk y’all been doin’.  Which brings me to my next question…is there some kind of sexual tension you are feelin’ about my sister?  You seem to have a very unhealthy obsession with her, don’t you think?  Does that mean her circus freak of a partner should be jealous?”

A grunt of contempt can be heard from behind the camera which only makes Cyn smile more.  She slowly shakes her head negatively as a hand reaches up to brush a stray curl from the cheek of the redhead.  

“Caddie, I really think y’all need to consider just who you are letting yourself get all worked up about.  I mean Sammi is a former two time Bombshell champion and a Roulette champion after all.  And when it comes to clutch matches, she tends to have a horseshoe up her ass,” Cyn comments with a wave of her hand.  â€œLet’s just say that I am hoping you beat the holy hell out of Sammi on Climax Control.  Slap the taste out of her mouth like you are suggesting but don’t go taking her lightly.  Because if you do, she will step right up and kick the holy hell outta you and smile while doin’ it.”

Cyn pulls the glass closer and lifting it to her lips, drains the remaining liquid before setting the glass down with a sharp click.

“Just remember one thing Caddie.  Y’all talk about makin’ my sister your bitch,” begins Cyn as she leans forward once more.  â€œConsider this, I already made you my bitch and all it took was a few teasin’ words on my part.  Shame there ain’t anything you can do about it…oh wait there is.  Y’all can live with it and like it.”

With that, Cyn leans back once more, her body moving the chair to bring her left hand in contact with the lamp which sends the room plunging into shadow once more which is filled with another slow seductive laugh that fades into the black.

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Sitting in a lecture hall, Sam Marlowe is alone for the most part.  The bright fluorescence of the lighting shines on the young woman as she positions a camera on the desk in front of her and leans back to talk.  

“I thought that I would sit here and talk about what is going on in my life and discuss just what is driving me crazy about Sin City wrestling right about now.  Question is where do I start?” Sam offers as she brushes a hand through her hair.

“I guess the first thing is the fact that Monte and Cyn have decided they know what is best for me and have decided they are going to do my talking,” says Sam as she sighs.  â€œWell, I can’t believe they would think that I need them to do something like that but maybe what I need to do is stand up for myself a little more.  Of course, Cyn tends to let anything I say go in one ear and right out of her head.  And Monte, well, he’s a typical fifties man out of his time.  Saying I need protectin’ when I have been in fights and matches that he wouldn’t even stand a chance in…been in those fights and matches and won.  But he just wants to protect me or so he says.  I think it is more a matter of wanting to control me.”

Sam’s eyes narrow a little as she tilts her head ever so slightly.  

“Then you have Anthrax,” she muses softly.  â€œAnother man that seems to think that I need protectin’ from everyone including Monte.  And heck, I can admit it, I am a bit nervous to think that he…Anthrax that is…has my best interests in mind when he does the things he does.  Don’t get me wrong,” begins Sam, speaking not only to the camera but to herself.  â€œI am pretty sure that I need to watch out for his obsessin’ on me.  But he is my partner which means that I am not going to let him down and I ain’t about to cost him this match.”

Reaching out to the camera, Sam moves it ever so slightly and crosses her legs.

“Then there is the fact that the official announcement came down and Sin City Wrestling is going to be closing its doors in less than a month.  Can I just say it now, hearing that announcement near done broke my heart.  I love SCW and I don’t want it to close.  I guess what I am saying is that I am going to keep giving my heart and soul to SCW until the ringlights are turned off for one final time.”

Sam wipes at a tear that formed at the corner of her eye before speaking one more time.

“And finally this week teaming with Anthrax against Caleb Storms and Cadence Carter,” says Sam with a smile slowly moving over her face.  â€œI will be letting Anthrax deal with Caleb Storms but I am the one that will be stepping up against Cadence and I will be the one letting her know that I ain’t gonna go quietly into that good night on Sunday.  Heck no.  I am going to go screaming and hollerin’ and fightin’ my way into a victory and if I have to take her down to do it, then that is exactly what I am going to do.”

Sam looks intently into the camera for one final statement.

“I hear she has no more respect for me because she thinks I have no respect for her.  Well, I did have respect for her, I do have respect for her and will always respect her abilities.  But respect isn’t fear and on Sunday, Cadence is going to learn to respect me once more because on Sunday I am coming to Climax Control with one thing on my mind and that is beating that respect into her.  So Cadence, be prepared for the fight of your life because that is what I am going to be bringing in that ring, you can guarantee that!”

Before she can speak again, a bell sounds and a group of students walk into the lecture hall which forces Sam to press stop on the camera and put it away before it is noticed by the others.  A friend calls out to her as she stuffs the camera into her purse and moves towards the girl who had waved.