It is getting closer and closer and if you were to ask anyone what they could be thinking about High Stakes Nine, you would probably hear about Mercedes Vargas and Melody Grace…Ty West facing his new Uncle in Senor Vinnie or the fact that Ben Jordan and Fenris are going to be kicking the dickens out of each other. I bet you though, no one would be thinking about the Bombshell Roulette title in the same breath as these kinds of matches because all anyone can think of is the fact that big girl Bobbie Dahl is facing skinny girl Sam Marlowe. The proverbial Davida versus Goliatha
I guess no one can see beyond the fact that Bobbie is a big girl, too much woman for the ring so to speak. And if you ask me, I don’t think that it is right to do that. As a matter of fact, I am NOT going to be doing that because I have seen her skills in the ring. I have seen her push herself beyond other skinny people limits to get win after win. And if I am honest, I have to definitely be on my toes in this match or something bad will happen and that is Bobbie will win the title from me.
All I hear from everyone else is to beat her at her own game. Run the fat girl out of breath until she is easily out of breath then pin her to the mat. If I was smart, I would ignore that advice and keep doing what I do and that is taking the fight to whomever it is I face across the ring. And yes, I will admit that even if Bobbie has me by size and definitely by weight, she is my equal in skill and my equal when it comes to my title and the desire to be the Bombshell Roulette champion.
I guess the winner in our match will be the one who is the hungriest. Spoiler alert…it won’t be the fat girl.
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Act one Scene one:
The soft buzz of a clock radio and the staticky voice fills the room as does the sun through lacy white curtains. A hand creeps out from under the blankets blindly slapping at the bedside table before hitting the radio off of it where it lands on the floor. The drop has somehow knocked it off the station and the rush of static fills the space. A muffled curse is heard from beneath the blanket before it is thrown back to reveal a sleepy Sam Marlowe who drops her head as her feet slide out to frame the radio on the floor.
“Okay okay,” she mutters as she bends at the waist and reaches for the radio turning it off and setting it on the bedside table. “I’m awake.”
Those words are disproven as Sam falls backwards on the bed and her eyes flutter closed. A sigh of contentment escapes as she stretches out across the large bed and then slumps back to roll to her side. Grabbing a pillow, she once more tries to fall asleep but another sound catches her attention. The buzz of her phone has her covering her head with the pillow mumbling about no one is supposed to know she is home. She peeks out from the pillow as the ringing stops but the answering machine attached to the line beeps on…
“You have reached the answering machine of Sam Marlowe. I am not able to take this call but I really want to be able to call you back so leave your name and number after the beep and I will call you back. And now here is the…beeeepppp!”
The voice of Philip Marlowe can be heard as he stumbles to respond to the beep of the answering machine. “Sammi, we have to talk. I heard about what happened here at the house and wonder if that is the reason you decided not to stay like you told your mother you would when the Caribbean part of your tour was happening. Monte is not angry at you anymore and he doesn’t blame you hitting on him even though he is your sister’s husband and forgi…”
Sam sits up and stares at the answering machine in shocked surprise. “Monte doesn’t blame me…oh hellfire no!” exclaims Sam as she gets off the bed and moves towards the phone, her hand slamming the receiver off the cradle as she begins to dial the number of her father’s cellphone then pushes the speaker of the phone. She waits for only a moment before she hears his voice.
“Sammiwich baby, I was just leaving a message for you,” he says, the voice indicating a smile which brings a smile to Sam’s face.
“I know Daddy, I heard. And that is what I wanted to talk to you about,” Sam begins. “I am sorry that I didn’t stay at the house while I was on tour but I just don’t feel comfortable there anymore what with Monte and Cyn living there too.”
There was silence on the other end for only a moment before her father speaks. “He and Cyn told me that you were not able to leave him alone while you were here and it was a good thing that you didn’t come back,” he states, doubt beginning to enter his voice. “That was a lie wasn’t it?”
“I am afraid it was Daddy. Once Monte messed with Cyn behind my back, I dropped any feelings or desires when it came to him. And when I heard he and Cyn got married, that put him way out of my radar,” answers Sam honestly. “And when I did show up to stay, he couldn’t leave me alone so I figured it was better just to stay away from home and come on back to Vegas each week.”
“I wish you had told me Sam,” says her father, anger beginning to tinge his reply. “How dare that son of a…”
“Daddy!” exclaims Sam interrupting her father. “It is all right, it is over and now that I know that is what is going to happen if I come home, then I am going to be staying here in Vegas instead so you and Moms will have to come here to see me.”
“This is where you grew up Sam and how dare he,” her father storms angrily. “Let me tell you this Sammi, I am going to give him a talkin’ to and then I am going to do the same with your sister.” Sam smiles as she realizes that her father believes her but knowing that Cyn would make it hard for her father with their mother, Sam speaks up.
“Daddy no, don’t do that,” she begins. “I can live with it and trust me Daddy, I won’t let it get to me and you shouldn’t either. So why don’t you come spend time here in Vegas with me before I have to head to Hawaii.”
“Hawaii…” her father repeats slowly. “When are you going to Hawaii?”
Sam pauses as she looks down to think. “I fly out next week for High Stakes on Thursday the seventeenth, why?” she asks, an impending sense of doom sending a shiver through her body.
“Weeelll…” says her father, “Cyn and Monte and Moms and I are heading out to Hawaii in the middle of next week for a week’s vacation in Honolulu. Cyn and Monte planned it. You don’t think they knew…do you?”
“I doubt it Daddy but I have to thank you for the warning,” replies Sam who then sucks her lips between her teeth. Releasing them, she continues. “Do you know where you are staying?”
“On the beach according to Cyn. Let me get the hotel name for you…” The line goes quiet as in the distance, the sound of Philip’s voice carries across the distance from the phone. Footsteps bring him closer again and he speaks. “We are staying at the Prince Waikiki Hotel in Honolulu.”
Sam sighs in relief as she leans her head against the wall beside the phone. “Thanks Daddy. Good to know that I won’t have to worry about running into Cyn and Monte too much next week. But you and Moms and I should do lunch when I get in.”
“Of course, we should princess, you give us a call and we will set up something. But I have to go, I have a meeting coming up,” says Philip. “Miss you princess and talk to you soon.”
“Love you Daddy,” says Sam as she smiles at his response of ‘ditto’ then hangs up the phone at the click of his disconnection. Turning to the bed, she debates returning to it before shaking her head with a half grin and moves out of the room with a whistle.
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Bobbie, I want to talk to you woman to woman. I know that we have faced each other before and I currently am on the winning end of our matches and I want to also let you know that I am not taking that lightly.
It is true that you seem to be on a streak where you aren’t on your game and I am sure there must be a reason for it. But I also know that constantly hearing from the other bombshells about how you are a ‘big’ girl and that you don’t deserve to be in the ring with them must really be working on your ego. I know it did for me for a while especially Mercedes talking all the talk about how much better she was against me and that I didn’t deserve to be in the same ring with her. Talk like that makes you doubt yourself and when you do that, you have the ability to beat yourself before the match even starts. I am living proof of that when I lost the title to Mercedes. But do you know what that also does? It makes you want to prove people wrong and trust me when it comes to fighting my way back, each jab and pointed comment makes me want to fight that much harder and prove myself that much more.
Now I can’t claim to be you just like you can’t claim to be like me but I want to tell you straight out that I don’t doubt you are going to be coming to try and take my belt and believe me I have faith that you probably could take it from me if you really wanted to.
I also have to admit I have to grin when you send me those little warnings that you are coming for me. No one has ever called me Sammie Cakes and I have to admit, it is cute but cake isn’t what is going to be served by me at High Stakes. It is going to be a serving of sammiwich press and the Sammi wrap and after that, the icing on this cake will be the Bombshell Roulette title which will be laid on my shoulder and Justin Decent will be announcing that I have retained the title. I hope you are ready for that.
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Act one Scene two:
A familiar figure is standing in the middle of a ring in a gym that is surrounded by young men and women. Dressed in a pair of wrestling tights that fit like a second skin, a strategically ripped NXT tee over a black halter and laced up wrestling boots, Vixen Staggs can be seen locking up with a young redheaded woman who is turned into a headlock that Vixen grinds down on.
“And this is how you control the head of an opponent,” says Vixen as she drops to one knee and flips the student to the mat. She releases the hold as the redhead slips through and brings up the arm of Vixen into a hammerlock that brings a smile to the lips of Vixen. “And that is how you make one kind of mistake, assuming that there is no escape for your opponent. Okay, all of you pair off and practice escaping headlocks.”
In the ring, the pair of women stand together as the group of people move off in pair to lock up in collar and elbows that are quickly turned into headlocks then hammerlocks. “Thanks, Sam, for coming to help me today,” offers Vixen as she watches while leaning on the ropes.
Sam moves beside Vixen and rests her crossed arms over the ropes as well. With her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, Sam is wearing a pair of hotpants and a wrestling singlet that is over a white tee. “No thanks needed Vix,” she says. “I figured that I could get some work outs in by helping you and training too if I am honest.”
“You know that should you need it, the gym is available to you,” says Vixen. “Spike and I know what you are capable of and if you ever decide to retire, I would totally hire you to teach here.”
“Hey, trust me that offer is being considered for sure but not for a long time,” teases Sam as she lightly nudges Vixen’s arm. “Besides I have way too much to do in SCW yet. After all, I have the second longest combined title reign in SCW and you know I won’t be able to stop until I have that record beaten as well. But first, have to retain in Hawaii,” adds Sam as she pushes off the ropes and heads towards the corner where there is a bottle sitting on the canvas. Opening it, she tips it up to let the cool liquid run across her lips as she moves back to the ropes. Pausing slightly, she slides between the ropes and sits on the apron. Quiet now, she sighs as she looks out at the people training.
Joining her, Vixen leans back against the apron hooking her elbows on it. “Okay Sam, tell me what is on your mind.”
Ducking her head, Sam lets a half grin pass over her features. “Am I that obvious?” she demands with a side glance at Vixen. At the other’s nod, Sam continues. “It is my match at the supercard. I am facing Bobbie Dahl and I am thinking that everyone thinks that it is going to be very easy for me to beat her. Everyone has said that Bobbie isn’t fit to be in the ring but I have seen her in the ring and she knows her way around it. I just wonder if she is going to be the one to beat me this time or not.”
A soft tumble of French curse words escapes the lips of Vixen which makes Sam smile. “That sounds so nice…” says Sam.
“It isn’t that good Sammi,” offers Vixen. “Ostie, I wish you would not do this to yourself Sam. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you are better than you think you are. This match against Bobbie isn’t something that should be worrying you because you know you can beat her and have done it how many times now?”
“Twice,” replies Sam.
“Exactement,” says Vixen as she turns to face Sam, one elbow still resting on the apron. “You have beaten this Bobbie twice before so what is the reason you won’t beat her again? You were always one of my better students after all,” boasts Vixen. Sam has the grace to blush as she once more ducks her head. Vixen just rolls her eyes and putting a hand on the knee of Sam she speaks once more. “Listen Sam, you can’t tell me that you really think that Bobbie is going to beat you.”
Sam sighs before replying softly. “I can’t not tell you that Vix, goodness knows that with a Roulette title match that wheel is the great equalizer. You know that from when you won this title. And Bobbie seems to want this title very badly. At least that she keeps saying all the time.”
“That’s fine, you just need to want it more,” responds Vixen. “So that means you prepare hard for this match like you were facing your end of career if you lose this match. Besides, you know that no one has been a better champion than you with this title. So what you need is a bit of a refresher when it comes to this type of match.”
“What are you saying?” demands Sam with a curious look on her face. “You think that I have this match in the bag then I have to say that you have more confidence than I do. But between you and me Vix, there is a change in me when it comes to the match and what will be happening in Honolulu. I am starting to feel the burn of wanting to win. That title is calling out to me…banking the fire of my desire and stoking it until it is red hot.”
Vixen smiles as Sam’s fingers curl around the open bottle of water causing a gush to escape the bottle and drench her legs. Sheepishly, Sam looks at the spreading dampness and wipes at it with a towel she sees laying on the canvas nearby and grabs.
“Did that cool you off,” teases Vixen with a stifled laugh. Sam just shoots her a side eye glance and chuckles halfheartedly. Vixen straightens up and looks at Sam then at the students. “Let’s see about getting you ready for your match at High Stakes…”
Vixen calls the students together and points at Sam who is looking surprised on the apron. “We need to help get my friend here ready for her match at High Stakes and so we will start with a gauntlet and Sam, we start with…” Vixen smiles and points at a young woman in school gym shorts and tee. “Her.”
Sam lays on the apron and rolls under the bottom ropes into the ring as the student gives her a look then a questioning look at Vixen who nods and motions for her to get into the ring. Shrugging, the student jumps on the apron and slides between the ropes.
Before they can lock up, Vixen calls out that the match is a submission match as she climbs the ringsteps to slide into the ring. Signaling to someone on the outside for a bell, she starts the match as the student locks up with Sam in a collar and elbow hold.
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Honolulu Hawaii is going to be the site of High Stakes Nine and the bombshells and superstars of Sin City Wrestling will be there to shine as only they can. Match after match that night are going to be lighting up the night. And there is one match that I am looking forward to.
And no, it is not the Ben Jordan Fenris match…grin
I am actually looking forward to the defense of my title against one woman that I know is ready to take me to the limits in her search for her first title here in Sin City Wrestling. Now if you were to say, Sam, what do you think the odds are that you are going to retain your title after the supercard I would have to say that in my opinion the odds are fifty fifty. It isn’t that I am not confident in my abilities, trust me I am going to be more than ready for that match but any match of this kind of caliber, I am not going to be going into that match without doubts but I am going into it with a healthy dose of respect for my opponent.
Bobbie, I have seen you beat some of the best women in the company and I know that any day you can bring your A game and beat me. But I also know just what it is that I am good at and when it comes to the Bombshell Roulette title, I am very good at matches on the fly. Do you realize that the spin of the wheel could put this match out of your reach with match types that play to my strengths or it could spin the other way and give you total advantage of the competition in a match that is right in your wheel house. And I have to be ready for that too.
I will tell you Bobbie, when it comes to the match at High Stakes, I am going to be prepared for anything. And I hope that you will be just as ready.
Speaking of being ready, I want you to know too that you shouldn’t listen to everyone about how you don’t deserve this match or to be a bombshell or anything. You are an amazing person and I have all the respect in the world for you. It takes a big woman, no pun intended, to fight her way into a title match and you have done that. And I hope that come High Stakes you take full advantage of the opportunity you have been given because you are going to need to be on top of your game for this match. To quote you, I am coming for you Bobbie and I am going to do everything in my power to beat you to retain my title. This is not a threat Bobbie, it is a promise.
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Act one Scene three:
Sam stands in the middle of the spray of water of a shower as she wipes her hands over her face. Her body is bruised and slightly bloody as she washes away the evidence of the fight. Looking up into the spray, she can’t help but let out the smallest whimper at the sting of the liquid on her torn lips.
From the other side of the wall, a celebration can be heard as Sam’s head falls in defeat. Sliding closer to the wall, she slowly slides down it to land in a heap her head falling to her knees as sobs rack her body.
“I lost…I can’t believe I lost,” she cries as her hands cover her face.
The celebration moves closer as Sam looks up to focus on the Bombshell Roulette title resting on the shoulder of the woman who pats it with a smile visible near the belt. Stepping into the light reveals the woman as Sam Marlowe who moves closer to the downed Sam and holds out her hand towards the figure.
“I am sorry,” she begins. “I had to beat you to make sure that I was confident enough to be ready to retain this title. You are the doubts I have every time I step into the ring and I have to beat you before I beat my opponent or it is you that beats me which causes me to lose my title.”
Her hand moves to caress away the tear of her doubt then with a sad smile, Sam straightens up and then turning her back on her doubt, walks out of the shower. Her doppelganger tries to race after her but is stopped by the slamming of the locker room door…
Sam wakes up with a start and bolts upright in bed. “What a dream…” she muses as she slides out of the bed and heads towards the bathroom off her bedroom.
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I know this match coming up at High Stakes is your chance Bobbie to finally have gold around your waist but I have to apologize to you when I say that at High Stakes, it isn’t going to be your night to gain the gold.
Now I am sure that you are going to be saying that everyone is against you and for me but if we are honest, you have all your friends rooting for you and that is a strong group of people and that is a good thing. But even though you have all those friends behind you, you still have to know that as much help they give you, there are so many more people that I am fighting for and that means that I am going to be that much harder to beat. I mean I have my superstar kids who will be supporting me, the fans in the cheap seats calling out my name and cheering me on. It is for them that I fight to retain my title. Because this title is what I consider their title and I will fight tooth and nail to retain it for them.
So Bobbie I hope you are ready for our match because you aren’t just fighting me in that ring. You are fighting all the fans who support me. I am willing to do anything for them and if that means that I have to beat you, then consider it done.
So Bobbie, good luck at High Stakes in Honolulu. I am looking forward to this match and just what the stipulation is going to be. I will be ready, will you?
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Aloha to my fans. Coming to Hawaii to defend my title had me thinking about why I want to defend this title and why I fight so hard. So, I figured that I would give a unique insight into the whys and wherefores of just what drives my desire to be champion.
Now most people define being a champion as beating the best in the world at what they do. They become the face of the company or it gives them the ‘look at me I am a winner’ mentality that is the boost in the arm that they need to stand up straight as champion. And most people would probably accuse me of doing the same. Let me tell you the truth behind that.
I am not champion because I want to be the face of the company and I am not champion because I need the fame of wearing a title. I am champion because I want to prove to myself that I have what it takes to step into the ring night in and night out as a wrestler. I have had my low points and my high points and through it all, the only one that I needed to beat was me. Beat it into myself that I was good enough, that I could rise to the challenge without resorting to the things that the other bombshells do. I don’t put down my opponents because I know that to wrestle at this level they are just as good as I am and it is only the short moment of a three count that could change all that.
Take for example Bobbie Dahl, my opponent for High Stakes. I know she is good and I know she has earned her way to the number one contendership and I know that she is going to be gunning for me like there is no tomorrow however, I also know that I am currently undefeated against her and I know that must eat at her which makes her dangerous. Which means that I will need to be on the top of my own game in our match if I want to walk out the Bombshell Roulette champion…
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Act two Scene one: Shakespeare to Escape
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.”
The soft voice speaking these words fills the small stage of Escape, a community theatre and arts center. Sam Marlowe, her red curls hanging limp and frizzy on her shoulder as she reads out the words to a group of students from a local high school who are sitting in a small group in the orchestra pit. Dressed in a rather slapdash toga with a haphazard crown of ivy over one eye, she smiles at the students.
“So, what was Shakespeare talking about with this quote?” she asks the kids who for the most part lean back in their chairs trying to avoid Sam’s eyes. She moves forward and holds up her copy of Julius Caesar and waves it in the air. “Come on…does anyone know what it is talking about?”
The students again evade the look from Sam and so she moves to the center of the stage and sits down to look them in the eye and begins to speak. “I think that Shakespeare wrote this to…”
A young man in a wrestling tee and glasses puts his finger on the bridge of the glasses and pushes none too gently on it to straighten them and coughs slightly. “I guess he is saying that you need to be responsible for your own destiny and can’t just wish on a star to get it. You know like you decide your own fate,” he says prompting Sam to nod and point at that kid who smirks at the others who toss paper balls at him.
“That is exactly right in my opinion,” offers Sam as she kicks her feet slightly. “When I studied this for my thesis, I had to defend it and I used my experience in the wrestling ring when I did. I also used some other quotes to help. For example, ‘To thine own self be true’. Seriously Shakespeare wrote some pretty good quotes.”
“Yeah but they are boring AF Ms Marlowe,” states a young woman around a mouthful of chewing gum that she smacks. “The man wrote, I’ll give him that but the man can’t relate to nowadays.” The girl smirks then blows a large bubble that Sam moves quickly towards, her finger ripping the light pink bubble.
“I get that the language is like high falootin’ and all but he is really relevant today y’all,” says Sam as she looks each kid in the eyes. “How many of you liked the movie Ten Things I hate about you?”
The girls nod together and chatter. The bubble blower speaks up to say, “Oh yeah, Heath was sooooo bad boy in that movie!”
A tinkle of a laugh escapes Sam. “That’s Shakespeare!”
A chorus of no is heard which has Sam nodding in the positive. “It’s Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew with some liberties taken,” she tells them. “Or think about it…She’s The Man is Twelfth Night. If you look at the movies from that you identify with may have a Shakespearean background. Even Mel Gibson and his Hamlet or Disney’s foray into that play with the Lion King. But that is it for today…next time we talk Henry the fifth”
The students start to nod and jabber once more as Sam reaches up for the crown of ivy and pulls it from her hair. She motions for the students that time is up as she reaches for the toga to pull it off. The students leave, the ocean of them splitting around a familiar blonde who is in the doorway of the room with a cameraman who is filming Sam removing the toga and whipping it around her arm. Pussy moves closer and then motions for the cameraman to film higher.
“Sam, when are you heading to Hawaii? I am one of the last I think but you are still here in Vegas,” Pussy demands before continuing. “I have to admit that I am surprised that you aren’t already there.”
Sam puts the toga in a stage box nearby without answering at first before she turns back to Pussy. “I was all ready to go but then found out that my family are going to be there early so I decided that I would hang back a bit. I will head there Friday.”
“Your family is going to be at High Stakes? Does that mean Cyn…” says Pussy as her voice fades slightly.
“And Monte I am afraid,” replies Sam interrupting a now shocked Pussy who whistles low. “Daddy is taking Moms for their anniversary and Cyn and Monte are tagging along. So, I made plans to stay in Vegas then head out to the islands on Friday and take them out to dinner as my gift for their anniversary.”
“So, does that mean you are training at the Staggs Dungeon?” asks Pussy which has Sam nodding. “Did they give you any tips to beating Bobbie?”
Sam smiles at Pussy as she grabs up her book and then turns to wag a finger at the interviewer. “I am not going to say anything to that in case Bobbie is listening. I don’t want to share all my secrets,” jokes Sam. “Besides, the training I get from Vix is just that, TRAINING. After all, when I started in this company, I didn’t do the obvious and train at Gabriel and Odette’s gym that turned out all these people who wanted to throw names around and be buddy buddy with everyone out of that gym. That’s great and good for them. I have to be true to myself and to do that, I went to the couple that could give me a well-rounded experience as well as a sense of family. Hellfire, I was taught not to rely on anyone but myself and at the end of the day, that is the one that I have to fight for.”
“Having friends isn’t a bad thing Sam,” says Pussy with a hurt look that makes Sam pat her shoulder sympathetically.
“Of course, you are my friend and I have some others,” begins Sam. “But I don’t have to have them build me up because without them I would be nothing. That isn’t me, first and foremost, I fight for me and if I needed to rely on those that build me up, then why do I even bother to wrestle? If you ask me, having that is more of a negative in my opinion. Think of it…you lose that support and start to let it eat at you, then you are going to have to invest in finding that validation somewhere or quit.”
“There was a time Sam that you thought about quitting,” replies Pussy. “What changed to that Sam?”
“She decided that she was good enough not to worry about wins and losses,” answers Sam as she clutches the book to her chest. “Listen Pussy, I am sick and tired of worrying about winning because then I would get into my own head and that tended to make me lose time and again and beat the heck out of my ego. Now, wrestling a great match is enough for me.”
Pussy brings her hand up as if holding a microphone. “Sam Marlowe, how can you talk about wrestling being enough for you?” teases the interviewer as her hand is thrust under the lips of Sam who puts on a serious look as if speaking to the millions of fans listening.
“I can say that Pussy because in all reality, wrestling is a desire that is not a want but a need. I need to prove myself and if that means keeping the Bombshell Roulette title then that means that I will step into the ring and out wrestle anyone to keep that title. And with that Pussy, I am going to have to leave you right there.”
Pussy is about to pull the imaginary microphone back but Sam grabs it and with a wink she smiles as she continues with a final comment. “Be ready Pussy, I am coming to defend and retain the title no matter what Bobbie says.”
Sam manages to strike a pose but is unable to hold it as she and Pussy break into laughter. The pair shake and wobble as the cameraman joins in before sending the image to snow by accidentally pressing the stop button but audio can still be heard.
“That wasn’t good…we could have continued you know!” exclaims Pussy as Sam is heard to say that she needs to go home and pack.
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Bobbie Dahl. In the past few weeks was just a shadow of herself and I can’t tell you what was wrong with her. It was like she had lost her good luck charm and it showed. I mean I knew she wasn’t in the right frame of mind from what I saw on social media.
Speaking of social media, it has been a right dodgy thing lately and I really have to wonder just what it was worth to live your life in that fish bubble of Twitter. I mean I see it all. The whining and the happy stories, the break ups and daily soap opera that has been everyone’s lives all in two hundred and eighty characters.
In all honesty I can’t understand Bobbie thinking that she can’t win without some kind of lucky charm. I mean I have seen her beat Mercedes Vargas and I have seen her win the contendership to the Bombshell Roulette title all by her lonesome. I think that her talk I have seen at Climax Control and on social media is just her justifying her slacking off on her personal life. I wish Bobbie you could see who I see when you wrestle. Someone with your talent could really be going places and I am not saying that because I want to build you up. I am speaking the truth because if you ask me, you are someone who should have won a title sooner. I guess you are you and you have a different method to get into the game.
Me on the other hand, I am what I am. I am simply Sam Marlowe, a woman that has put herself through the wringer to win titles and stressed myself to retain my titles when I win them. But I am not defined by winning or retaining a title. I could step into that ring right now with or without the title and still get the same reaction from all of the fans. And that is why I am the way I am because I give my all and leave it all in the ring. Yes, I am sure you are going to say that I am someone that is so sweet I would give someone cavities but Bobbie…I am not sweet, I am just me. I have faults and I have dreams and I have the desire to keep winning. Which means that I may not be mean and nasty to speak about my opponents however, I will still step up and I will deliver the beating I need to in order to retain the title. The victim of that determination at High Stakes is going to be you Bobbie, and that isn’t just a promise, it is a guarantee.
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Act two Scene two: Control
The lobby of the Prince Waikiki hotel is filled with the scents of the flowers decorating the countertops and tables as Sam Marlowe approaches the desk. Dressed in a soft lavender dress and high heeled boots, she looks cool and relaxed. She has silvered glasses covering her eyes that she raises slowly while she walks, pushing her long red curls behind her.
Standing near the bar, Monte watches as Sam moves closer. Grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket, he moves forward but is blocked by a crowd that begins to form around Sam as fans approach her. She stops and smiles as people begin to push cell phones and cameras into the face of Sam who smiles and poses with fans before reaching out for the pens that are thrust at her and signing every piece of paper or article of clothing put in front of her.
As he is preparing to wade through the crowd, he feels a hand stealing between his arm and body as Cyn wraps herself around her husband’s arm. “Just look at her will you? Showing off for all the little people like she was some kind of superstar or something. If I had remained in SCW it would be me that they surround and not her,” offers Cyn with a sneer as Monte just nods his head in agreement. Tugging at his arm, she begins to wade through the crowd. “Excuse me…manager coming through!” she shouts at the fans who boo her as they begin to disperse.
Sam looks at the pair, the smile on her face fading slightly as the last of the fans move away. “How many times do I have to tell you Cyn that you are not my manager!” exclaims Sam as her hands go to her hips angrily.
Waving off her anger, Cyn smirks at Sam who rolls her eyes and then is about to say something but is stopped as the trio are joined by Philip and Vanessa Marlowe. Cyn moves to air kiss her mother’s cheeks as Sam is drawn into a rather tight bear hug from her father. Smiling at the scent of his aftershave, Sam whispers ‘Hi Daddy’ as Philip demands if Monte is bothering her softly. Sam shakes her head no and then moves to her mother as Cyn once more grabs the arm of Monte who holds out a hand to a wary Philip.
“I have booked us a table in the restaurant so why don’t we head there now,” offers Monte holding out his empty arm to Sam just as her father does as well. Philip glares at Monte who gives him a bland look back. Both men are surprised by a voice from behind them.
“I hope I am not too late,” says the voice that has everyone turning to spy Colton Myers in a pair of light cargo pants and a cotton shirt. Sam smiles but the angry look on Monte’s face and the smile on Philip’s is priceless as Colton moves between Sam and Monte earning a glare from Monte and returning it with a smile. “So, let’s eat, I am starved,” he adds as he begins to guide Sam towards the table.
The three couples move to the table and Colton holds out Sam’s chair. After everyone is seated, the maître d’ arrives to speak to Monte. As he does, Colton leans to Sam and whispers, “your daddy was right Sami, Monte’s not a great guy.”
Looking towards the now oblivious Monte, Sam nods slowly. As she and Colton speak softly, they are approached by fans singly and in pairs asking for the two redheads for their autographs. Trying to be discreet, they sign and hand them back their papers.
Cyn sighs heavily. “Oh my goodness, don’t let us interrupt your fan fest,” she sneers which has her mother patting her hand and her father growling.
“Your sister Cynthia has a big match this weekend and we are here to celebrate your mother and I’s anniversary. Not everything is about you,” he says to a gasp from Sam and Vanessa and a ‘hmph’ from Cyn, Monte looks at Philip and shakes his head as he responds. “I don’t think that is what Cyn is talking about sir. I think she is wanting the focus to be on you and your wife, not Sam and…what is your name again?”
“Colton…Colton Myers,” offers Camo with a smirk. “Been a family friend to Sami since she was, oh this high,” he says as he holds his hand a few inches taller than the table where they were sitting and spoke, “Not to change the subject but Sami are you ready for Sunday night?”
Sam has the grace to duck her head as her mother gives her a look of concern and Philip one of pride. Monte and Cyn share a glance but pointedly ignore the question. Reaching up, Sam brushes the hair from her cheek and nods slowly. “I am as ready as I have ever been but it has been a while since I faced Bobbie Dahl.”
“Isn’t that the fat girl that seems to think she is god’s gift to men?” demands Cyn as she reaches for the goblet of wine that is set by her plate. “If you ask me, she is just a really big…” continues Cyn as Sam speaks at the same time trying to out speak her sister.
“Bobbie is really good,” begins Sam finally drowning out Cyn. “I know a lot of people think that she doesn’t deserve to have this match but I think she deserves it for sure. Y’all can think what you want but she did beat some strong women to advance to face me,” adds Sam as she reaches for her napkin and whipping it slightly, she drapes it over her lap.
“Samantha darlin’ you do know that you shouldn’t interrupt your sister when she is speakin’ should you?” says Vanessa in her southern velvet soft strong as steel voice. “Now tell me Colton, what are you doing in Hawaii?”
Colton turns to Sam’s mother and shrugs softly. “I thought you knew, Sami invited me since the two of us are so close,” he teases as Monte spews the wine he had sipped into his napkin. Cyn backhands him softly before rubbing at his shoulder. “You and Sammi are a couple?” she demands to which Colton nods with a wink at Sam.
With a huff, Cyn and Monte give Sam and Colton a glare then she stands and throws her napkin down. “I don’t need this,” she offers before reaching out her hand to Monte. “I think I am developing a headache,” she insists as her fingers wiggle. Getting to his feet, Monte looks solicitously as he helps Cyn from the table and the pair begin to walk away.
Philip picks up his glass and holds it up in a toast. “To my wonderful wife Vanessa. Without you I would not have the two girls and the best wife in the world. And to my princess Sammi, may you win on Sunday night!” he toasts.
The three others join him as their food starts to arrive sending the scene fading out.
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Tick tock tick tock Bobbie. The time is getting closer and it is amazing to think that in only two days we will be stepping in front of the Roulette wheel and letting it decide what kind of match we will be having to battle for the Bombshell Roulette title. And battle we will I am sure.
I know you are hungry Bobbie. I have heard you talk on Climax Control that you aren’t sure for some reason but the question is are you speaking like that because you are really afraid of what might happen in that match or is it because you think that the match is in the bag and you are trying to lull me into a false sense of security.
If it is the first, I have to say that you should be afraid of what I am going to be bringing to the match. I have a bit of a legacy when it comes to this title belt and if truth be told, there is nothing that I would not be capable of in retaining the title. Not to say that I will cheat because that isn’t me, I don’t need to cheat to beat anyone I put my mind to beating. And this week that is going to be you and don’t tell me that I won’t be able to because Bobbie, I have trained for this and I am ready to win.
If however, it is the second and you are lulling me into a false sense of security you have to know that I am ready for that too. I don’t leave things to chance any more. I have studied your matches, I have prepared for the woman who won the contendership and I have worked on my moves perfecting them and getting them ready to face you and to put you in a situation that will have you pinned to the mat or tapping out to the Sammiwrap. One way or another, there will be only one response and sadly that response is to see me beating you at High Stakes and having my hand raised in victory while the fans chant my name.
We both know that a bombshell roulette title match is a twist of fate with each spin of the wheel and neither of us will know just how this title is to be contested. But considering that I have had my share of Bombshell Roulette championship matches, it would be safe to say that I have the advantage in this match and I will be using that considerable skill set to do what will be my title defense against you Bobbie.
Good luck Ms Dahl. The countdown is on and when that wheel spins to show me what match you and I will be in, just know that no matter what, it will be a match that will see me once more come out on top to retain my title belt.
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