Author Topic: Can Sam Marlowe Win Gold once more? (Read 322 times)

Sam Marlowe · « **on:** August 24, 2018, 11:55:45 PM »

A redhead is seen straddling a bench dressed for a work out. The lightly knotted tee is plastered to her body as her long red curls hide her face as they hang damp and limp. The whole image is of a woman tired and worn after a hard work out. The room around her is empty as music fills the air. Getting to her feet once more, she moves slowly towards the mirrors that make up one wall and looks herself over. Finally the face of Sam Marlowe comes into view, flushed from the exercise and glowing except for the darkening around her eye, two black stitches and the slight swelling which are the only indications that remain from the sneak attack she suffered at Climax Control…

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Pussy Willow rushes towards the medical area where Sam Marlowe is seen sitting on the guerney with a bag of ice on her neck with a bandage that she is holding against a bloody cut over her eye. The EMT is preparing a suture kit and sets it beside Sam who grimaces slightly before turning to face the interviewer.

Sam Marlowe: Hey Pussy, you look like you are in a rush for some reason. Busy news day?

Pussy Willow: Busy day is right! I hear that you got attacked and I needed to come back and check on you. And I also heard about next week’s card and I have to talk to you about that as well. So tell me, what happened?

Sam shrugs slowly which sends the bag of ice sliding along her neck. Reaching up, she straightens it then begins to speak.

Sam Marlowe: Someone sent a message out to me at ringside when I was talking to Jason and Belinda and I came back here only to find someone who got the drop on me. I wasn’t able to see who it was but as you can see, they managed to get first blood.

Pussy Willow: My goodness Sammi, that doesn’t look good. What are the EMTs saying?

Sam Marlowe: Saying I am goin’ to need a copy of stitches to close this up. But this ain’t nothing right now. I am still angry that someone decided that they wanted to attack me. I mean I didn’t think that there was anyone that thought of me that way. But I guess that I got someone who ain’t too happy with me. Oh well, I guess that next time I am going to have to be more careful about backstage.

Sam offers a half smile with that comment before the EMT indicates she needs to lay on the guerney. Reaching up, she pulls the ice from her neck and hands it to the second medic before being helped to lay down on the bed. The EMT opens a sterile cover that he puts over the face of Sam who is trying to lay quiet. Beside her, Pussy sits on the edge of the chair drawn up to the bed. 

Pussy Willow: Well since you don’t know who did this to you, then maybe you might want to know what your match is next week. 

Before Sam can reply, the EMT inserts a needle along her eyebrow to numb the area of the cut. Sam winces at the slight pain and whimpers ever so softly. Pussy reaches to the hand of Sam and squeezes it in sympathy.

Sam Marlowe: Thanks Pussy and yeah, tell me, who am I facing next week?

Pussy Willow: None other than Mercedes Vargas.

Sam tries to furl her brow but only one side is working as the freezing begins to take effect.

Sam Marlowe: I am facing Mercedes Vargas? One on one?

Pussy Willow: Actually it isn’t one on one, you are facing her in a mixed tag match. So it will be her and her partner Kain against…

The EMT leans over Sam and tells her to stop talking and moving as begins to stitch her eyebrow. Pussy continues to hold the hand of Sam and speak about next week.

Pussy Willow: …you and your partner from the Blast from the Past, Caleb Storms. Best part of this, you could possibly be a champion after next week. Can you imagine that, you could be the mixed tag champion with Caleb this time next week.

The medic finishes up with the final knotting of the stitch then wipes at the cut with the sterile cloth. Sam smiles up at him then is helped to sit up. She turns to let her legs dangle off the guerney as she talks to Pussy.

Sam Marlowe: They made it a title match? I’m not a tag wrestler though…well except for the Blast from the Past tournament. I don’t know what to say to this. I mean the opportunity is one heckuva a one but what about London Underground or the other teams?

Pussy Willow: Don’t ask me, I don’t make this stuff up. You and Caleb get a chance to face Mercedes and Kain for their titles and let me just say that believe it or not, you might have a very good chance of taking the belts. Both of you are ready to be champions from what Caleb keeps saying.

Sam thinks for a moment as a small droplet of blood follows the angle of her brow and then dribbles down the cheek of Sam who wipes it away and begins to smile.

Sam Marlowe: So someone either wants to see me and Caleb get our behinds handed to us or that same someone doesn’t want to see Vargas and Kain keep the titles. Either way, we are goin’ to take advantage of the opportunity.

Sam slips off the guerney, stumbles only slightly before she heads towards the locker rooms leaving Pussy to wonder at her friend who begins to softly whistle “We are the champions” as she disappears around the corner of the hallway.

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Sam’s eyes lose their distant look as she shakes off the memories and moves back from the mirror. Tossing the sweat dampened towel she had picked up to the side, she reaches for a remote that is laying on the bench and turns up the music emanating from somewhere. The song swells slightly as she places the remote down once more and rolls her neck.

Taking a slow breath, she begins to sway and move to the music, a soft underlying hum joining the music. The redhead rises on her toes and begins to move gracefully across the floor using very rudimentary ballet moves. She is unaware that she is being watched by Pussy Willow who has opened the door to the gym and allowed a cameraman to move beside her and begin to film Sam who is lost in the music. Pussy taps the cameraman on the arm and then points him at Sam as she calls out.

Pussy Willow: Looking good Marlowe!

Sam shrieks in surprise and stumbles over her feet as Pussy grimaces guiltily before moving to reach for the towel to hand it to Sam who uses it to cover her act of surprise as she rushes to pick up the remote and lower the volume.

Sam Marlowe: Hellfire Pussy, y’all got to give a gal a bit of notice before doin’ things like that. My heart is racing and it ain’t from the exercise! What are you doing here anyways?

Pussy Willow: I wanted to get an interview because you know that Mercedes and Kain are probably getting ready to rip you a new one and I wanted to see if you had anything to say about the match this week at Climax control.

Sam moves to the mirror once more, her hand brushing the damp curls from her forehead. Turning to the side, she reaches for an unseen box that she opens and pulls a bottle from it. The sides immediately frost up in the moist air of the gym as Sam shakes the drink then opens it to bring it closer to sip from the neck of the bottle. Sighing as she puts the top on the bottle and sets it down on the bench before straddling the bench behind it, Sam clears her throat and begins to speak. 

Sam Marlowe: I have to say that I wasn’t really ready to believe you on Sunday night Pussy. I mean it was almost surreal that I would be given a shot at any gold considering that it was only one week after my return. But given that there has been a lot of action around the titles, what with London Underground losing them to Mercedes and Kain and still not asking for a rematch? Seems almost like they are jinxed or something…lullin’ wrestlers into a sense of anything is possible.

Pussy nods in agreement as does the cameraman after he pulls his head away from the camera so as not to jiggle it too much but still, the image of Sam moves slightly out of focus before he returns to right it and film Sam again.

Pussy Willow: Well, how do you feel about teaming up with Caleb Storms?

Sam Marlowe: What a complete sense of déjà vu. I mean we haven’t teamed since we were eliminated from the Blast from the Past. And I do have to address the comments that I have been hearing and seeing on Twitter.

Pussy Willow: Yeah, I keep seeing them too. I mean everyone is painting him with the same brush as Jessie Salco…

Sam Marlowe: First of all Pussy, I think that Caleb is gettin’ a bad rap. Sure, he opens his mouth and sometimes he sticks his foot in it but from what I have seen, he is just trying to get the higher ups to actually see that he has some skills in the ring and if I was to talk to him about doin’ that, I would say to him that he should be lettin’ what he does in the ring speak for itself. I mean, granted he gets the attention but it is all the wrong attention.

Pussy nods as Sam once more brings the bottle to her lips after uncapping it. She waits as Sam caps the now empty bottle and tosses it to the recycling bin by the box then turns to face the interviewer again.

Pussy Willow: I can’t argue with you about that Sam. But my God have you seen Twitter? Everyone and I mean everyone is down on Caleb. I follow Ben and I saw what he posted about you needing a doctor’s appointment because you will be carrying Caleb. 

Sam Marlowe: Ben can be a right prat when he wants to be and I know he is probably working out the frustration of having Caleb trashtalking him about the Roulette title and I will admit that it was getting a little bit annoying to see him week in and week out slagging Ben because he wanted a title shot. Well now he has one and I hope that now he has this title shot he is going to give Ben some room. Which means that I am going to really need to be on my best at Climax Control. Ben is going to owe me for this one I am sure. Because if we win this week, then I am sure that Caleb will be backing off Ben, or at least I hope he will. 

Pussy Willow: I doubt it Sammi, I really do. I don’t think that Caleb would ever stop going after the singles gold even if he does have tag gold. So winning those titles means you need to want it for you. And will you admit that you will probably be carrying him in the match?

Sam wags her finger at Pussy who gives her friend an innocent look. Quirking her lips, Sam’s glance strays to the side before turning to look at the camera as she thinks of her reply.

Sam Marlowe: Y’all are tryin’ to get me in trouble aren’t you Pussy? I mean if I admit that I think that I am carryin’ him in the match, I may hurt his feelings and hurt my chances for a solid teaming and if I don’t admit it, I will never hear the end of it if we win by my pinning of Mercedes, the words will come back to haunt Caleb. So I am going to be politically correct and say that both of us will be bringing our A games to the match and whatever happens will happen.

Frustrated by the comments of Sam, Pussy changes her tactics and speaks of Sam’s opponents.

Pussy Willow: Okay, enough about Caleb for now, we will get back to that later. Tell me now about the fact that you will be facing Mercedes in the ring. She is a ten-time champion in SCW and she is very confident about keeping the title around her waist. What could you possibly say to counter the idea that she seems unbeatable in her own words.

Sam Marlowe: I have to say Pussy, she could very possibly be the most arrogant champion other than maybe Mikah in this company but you do have to give the devil her due. She is as you say a ten-time champion and because of that she has earned the ability to talk the way she does. But I do also have to remind her that yeah, she double tough but there has been people who beat her and trust me when I tell you that I remember vividly when she beat me for my Bombshell title. But did I cry or whine about the title, no, I just went out and beat her to get it back once more. And maybe that is what I need to do this week. I need to get in that ring and keep up with my winning ways.

Pussy Willow: But you only just returned Sam and only have one win under your belt. This is only your second match back and now you got a title shot for the Tag titles. Speaking of, what do you think about the fact that Sin City Wrestling has a brand-new type of title with the mixed tag titles. You have to admit that no other company has done with these new titles.

A smile crosses the face of Sam. The cameraman takes in all the emotion on her face as she speaks.

Sam Marlowe: It is pretty interesting Pussy. And original but we do have to point out there are so many other companies out there that have women wrestling men and winning tag titles but I definitely have to applaud Sin City Wrestling on the fact that these titles are done right with the women facing the women and the men facing the men. If you ask me, I like this much better and can’t wait to take part in the match for these titles. And to face Mercedes Vargas and Kain, two very dominant wrestlers in the ring. And I know they aren’t going to make it easy on Caleb and I.

Pussy Willow: Of course not!!

Sam can only laugh at the obvious attempt at objectivity.

Sam Marlowe: I get it Pussy, it is a complete up hill battle for Caleb and I but trust me when I tell you that I am ready to do my best in that ring. See I will look at it like it is only between me and Mercedes and leave Kain for Caleb to deal with. Between the two of us, we have a surefire chance at taking the titles and if we do, we’ll defend them. So I am goin’ to be confident and say that we are goin’ to fight our hardest for those titles.

Pussy Willow: Good to hear Sam, I think you may be fighting a losing battle facing those two but you know I will be cheering for you.

Sam Marlowe: I know Pussy and as much you think it is a losing battle, that is just goin’ to make me fight that much harder. But now I really think that I should be getting ready for this match on Sunday and I can’t do that if you are here so let’s make plans for Sunday and y’all give me the gym back for my workout.

Pussy Willow: Sure Sam, talk to you Sunday.

Pussy stands and motions for the cameraman to stand and the pair head out of the gym with the cameraman walking backwards still filming Sam as she gets off the bench and moves to the mirror once more, this time, pulling off the tee to reveal a skintight halter under the straps of the wrestling leotard she has on. The last image seen is of Sam bent over stretching out once more to begin another workout.

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Sam Marlowe moves along the hallway towards a door that she slams her way through before walking out into the bright sunlight of the University of Nevada campus after a class on the classics (see what I did there huh). The walk to the beat up chevy in the far part of the parking lot is done rather quickly as Sam gets to the car and after opening it, tosses her bag into the backset and then she slides into the vehicle to slump in the front seat. Putting her hands on the steering wheel, she contemplates the empty parking lot then a smile begins to break as she turns and reaching into the backseat pulls out a go pro camera and exits the car once more. Setting up the Go Pro, Sam presses record then backs away from the camera to reveal herself in a soft pink blouse and a matching plaid skirt that leaves little to the imagination. She stops a few feet away and begins to talk to the camera as if she is in the middle of the ring at Climax Control. 

Sam Marlowe: The time has come for me to challenge once more for a title in Sin City Wrestling and I would be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t looking forward to the challenge of facing Kain and Mercedes Vargas in the ring at Climax Control for the Mixed Tag Team titles. Yeah lyin’ through my teeth. See, it has been a while since I have held gold and if truth be told, I do miss it. Not that wrestling for the fans is a rush that I love too but there is a difference when you hold a title. 

Pausing for a moment, Sam takes a deep breath and gets a thoughtful expression on her face before she addresses the camera again.

Sam Marlowe: I don’t rightly know if I an explain it or not but holding a title in a wrestling company is a little like winning a marathon. You fight and fight until you cross the finish line and all the pain of that fight disappears when your hands pull the belt to your chest, feeling the adrenaline increase your heartbeat until it is a strong throb against the leather of the belt. Listen to me wax poetic about a title belt…

The tinkle of Sam’s laughter carries on the slight breeze that ruffles her ginger curls.

Sam Marlowe: and I suppose that maybe I should be talking about the fact that once again I am teaming with Caleb Storms in this match. I do have to let him know that regardless of what my friends say and regardless of the fact that we did wash out of the tournament, I ain’t goin’ to be the one that will be lying back and thinking that just because he got the win to take us to the second round in the Blast from the Past, I can slack off. Nah, y’all see, I have to keep up with my wins because in some ways, I am just like Caleb Storms. Not taken seriously enough by the people facing us across the ring I am sure but both of us are ready and able to surprise anyone on any given night. 

Sam Marlowe: Don’t get me wrong though. Mercedes Vargas and Kain are both wrestlers that have tasted glory in Sin City Wrestling. Both have been champions and both of them know what it takes to retain titles. Both of them understand the drive to be a champion and I am sure that both of them are doubting the drive in Caleb and I. Maybe that is a good thing because if you underestimate your opponent, you tend to be beaten by that opponent. Overconfidence is something you need to realize sets roadblocks in a champions way. And those same roadblocks can cause those on top to tumble to the bottom in one fell swoop.

Sam puts her hands behind her back as she addresses the camera and smiles.

Sam Marlowe: I know right now that I am preparing for the fight of my life. I have something to prove for sure and that is that I am someone that is a danger from the opening bell to the last three count or submission. Nobody takes me seriously but that is a mistake because they are discounting a two-time bombshell champion who ended the winning streak of Mikah the first time and beat Mercedes herself for my second title reign. Then of course there are my two Bombshell Roulette championships that I won. So yeah, maybe I ain’t as titled or…

Sam raises her fingers to make air quotes.

Sam Marlowe: Entitled as say Mercedes with her ten championships. But I am sure that y’all are really underestimating me right now. Which Mercedes, if you are, is a mistake. After all, you know just what I am capable of doing and if you didn’t think that I was still capable of it, that means you are going to be lazy and sloppy and a former champion after Sunday.

Sam’s smile fades as a serious look crosses her face as she addresses the camera, not noticing the small crowd of people that have begun to gather around her.

Sam Marlowe: I am coming for the title match Mercedes and Kain and I am coming with two things on my mind. The first is that I am going to have to scratch and claw my way in that match to probably get your respect. And that is fine by me because I know what I need to do and that is keep the two of you off your game with innovation and my not so typical wrestling style. I know that Mercedes is very much into the submission and technical moves of wrestling but I am someone that likes to take risks and fly. And believe me Mercedes, I ain’t afraid to fly when I need to. So Sunday night Mercedes and Kain, Caleb and I will be bringing the fight to you and when the dust settles and you look to see your title belts, I hope y’all ain’t surprised when you see them in the hands of Caleb and I. We are coming for the titles and we won’t leave Climax Control without them.

Sam’s comments have the people cheering. Sam turns quickly to see them there and blushing a bright red, she moves to the camera and presses stop. The new fans are cheering as she ducks enough to set the camera into the car then with a flirty grin, she turns back to the crowd to give them a curtsey with a soft laugh as the parking lot crowd continues to cheer as Sam waves then slides into her chevy. Starting the engine, she slowly pulls out of the parking lot as the other begin to head off in other directions with the excitement now over and Sam pulls away.