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Please post all RPs for this match in this thread!
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All RPs posted now counts toward the second RP Deadline.
Second RP Period Deadline:
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Book 1: Crimson Blitz
Chapter 17: Omen
~Part 1: Sam (#NP: “Chalk outline” by: Three Days Grace)~
Sam looked up to the sky as his wife was working on Project Code name: “Enter Sandman”. Mel’s hair was tied up as she acting like a female Tony Stark and Sam couldn’t help but to smile at her. But in the back of his mind he worried about a few things. He wasn’t sleeping well after learning the secret his parents were keeping from him. Mel knew but the others didn’t and that didn’t help him.
Mel: What’s wrong?
Sam: Nothing.
Mel: You’re lying.
Ouch! He felt that and had to mentally hit himself for that. Sam knew that he should never lie to her. He got caught.
Sam: It’s about what my folks told me.
Mel: Can’t blame them. I mean what would you say if you had to tell your child that.
Sam nodded and understood where Mel was coming from on this.
Sam: True but it hurts knowing about this…are we going to tell anyone else?
Mel: No, not a good idea and you know why.
Sam: Think Lucien knows?
Mel: Oh yeah he senses it but doesn’t know where it’s from.
Sam laughed as Mel set down the wrench. She backed away and smiled as Sam hugged her from behind.
Sam: This doesn’t change anything right?
Mel: Of course not.
Sam: Good or else I’d have to spank you.
Mel: Behave!
The couple laughed.
Sam: You know though I’m not that happy right now.
Mel: Clearly you’re not.
Sam: It’s not about my family.
Sam looked at Mel with a serious look in his eyes. Oh he was pissed indeed and it wasn’t from his family. His eyes turned fully black and Mel gulped.
Sam: It’s about last week.
Mel: Sam your eyes!
Sam: I don’t care right now.
Sam turned away from Mel and started to walk off.
Mel: Oh shit…SAM!
Sam didn’t hear her, he blocked everyone and everything out and he walked away. His anger was over taking him and Mel was trying to keep up with him. Sam’s rage wasn’t like Rachel’s, but just as deadly. That’s from what he really was.
“We need to talk.”
“I just hope you don’t get upset at us.”
“Now, now. You’re our biological son if this is what you think.”
“But this will have to do with your birth.”
“Son, we had to make a deal…”
Sam: I hate you…I hate you!
Sam yelled out and the lights flickered on and off. Sam had found himself in the study on the third floor, the door was shut and the fire place was lit. Sam sat down on a chair and it felt like the world gave him a spotlight. That the only thing that mattered was him and him alone.
Mel: It’ll be okay Sammy I promise…
Sam nearly swore under his breath seeing his wife pop up from behind him.
Sam: You make it sound so easy.
Mel: I’m here…am I not?
Mel hugs him in her arms and Sam starts to cry.
~Part 2: (#NP: “The Diary of Jane” by: Breaking Benjamin )~
Slowly her eyes open as she hears a beeping nose from the heart monitor. Mel knew where she was at already. She was at the hospital. Mel tries to sit up but the room starts to spin causing her to lay back down. Mel could see a shadow from out of the shadow of her eye and she turns to face who it was coming from.
“Don’t move so fast your brother said you hit your head pretty good. Sam will be right back. He had to drop off I guess your daughter at his folk’s place.”
Melanie: Melissa?
Melissa was sitting in the chair next to the bed.
Melissa: Hi.
Melanie: What are you doing here?
Melissa: Well Sammy told me what all happened and I came to talk to you. When I got to your place it was empty. I texted him and said you were here. You ended up hitting your head on the bathroom sink and he got worried.
Melanie nods her head slowly.
Melanie: I-I can’t believe what happened after Sam and Roxi told me. I don’t remember any of it honestly. I know you’re not happy with me but really I’m not sure if I can say I take responsibility or not. Kinda hard to when this happens.
Melissa: Mind explaining a bit more on this?
Melanie gulps not sure she’d want to or not. Mel grabbed the bed raiser control and put her head up.
Melanie: Melissa, I need you to promise me you won’t freak out or judge me after I tell you all of this.
Melissa: Melanie, nothing surprises me in this world anymore. You know you can tell me anything.
Melanie weakly smiles and sees Melissa’s cell phone on the table next to her. Melanie focuses and makes the phone lift up a bit. Melissa’s eyes grow a bit wide in surprise and Melanie cracks a smile. The phone was place back down.
Melissa: How did you do that?
Melanie: Very long story. It would take a while to explain and it’s a lot to sink in. But I’ll tell you this I need a balance between light and dark when it comes to the magic world. It’s in a way like a drug. If I get too much of a certain one I can “OD” on it and that causes a black out. When I black out it’s like I’m sleeping. I don’t remember anything and it’s all black. Well now I know that it’s kinda like fight club. My body keeps going, acts like me but I’m not in control. Last time this happened I was in the hospital for two days. Michael thought I was in a coma but I blackout apparently. They found me on the ground in my kitchen. After that blackout thought I knew I had to atone for what I did at that time.
Melissa: Okay I think I follow. But I have a question…now I know you and the others call yourself magi-blood; do you guys use your abilities in the ring?
Melanie: Absolutely not. It’s not honorable and it’s against our rules. Even us magi-bloods have rules. There was only one time that rule was broken but the person had permission but it was against another magi-blood. You know them as the Seraphina twins.
Melissa: Really?
Melanie: Lucien was in a mental asylum years ago because his Father controlled him and ended up setting a fire to where we lived. We at the time didn’t know about all of what we currently know and we didn’t have the powers back then. The cops thought he snapped and well he went away. Anisim was controlling him and years later he came back. We thought our Aunt and Uncle was our real parents and well we were wrong. At the end of whole thing Lucien was challenged by Lucy in a last twin standing match. Lucy won and it was by using a paralyzing spell. Lucy nearly burned but I was able to break the spell holding Lucien to Anisim. We’re still trying to fully end this Mel…it’s not easy and I know he probably caused this blackout…it’s weird though apparently Roxi and Sam said that my back was burning. Mel my scar that was basically a link to Anisim is supposed to be gone. I don’t get how he’s still affecting me.
Melissa: Want me to look and see?
Melanie: The scar was on my back but yeah please. As long as it’s okay with Tegs…I mean I don’t want her to think I’m coming onto you or anything.
Melissa chuckles.
Melissa: We’re both committed women so don’t worry.
Melanie nods and leans herself up. Melanie lifts her shirt and Melissa could see Melanie’s angel wings tattoo. Melissa searches around Melanie’s back and stops right in the middle where the spine was.
Melissa: Ah Mel…bad news I feel something.
Melanie grips her shirt tightly and Melissa notices this.
Melissa: Hey, hey calm down now. It’ll be okay I promise. I don’t need you to do anything irrational now.
Melanie pulls her shirt back down and tries to calm herself.
Melissa: You know what, I have an idea and, maybe this will help you calm down. Ricky ending up going after me on twitter and you know Bobby attacked Raphael.
Melanie’s eyes turn red in anger.
Melanie: He what?!
Melissa: Yeah he did. You know they’re shady and honestly I know what we can do. I know you don’t like it when people hurt your love ones just like I do. So why don’t we work together to help you get some payback?
Melanie didn’t speak at first but she felt a sense of dread wash over her.
Melanie: I’m not sure if I want to go back or not.
Melissa: What do you mean?
Melanie: I…I don’t think I should go back. I mean what if I end up killing someone or snapping that bad again.
Melissa: Don’t talk like that Mel. You won’t and you know how I know?
Melanie nods her head no.
Melissa: Because you got the best support system to keep you calm that’s how. Also you have enough sense to know what’s right and wrong. I know you’ll keep coming back to fight also. You want to make your family proud epically your daughter.[.color]
Melanie smiles at her.
Melanie: Damn I hate it when you’re right.
Melissa: I know you do. But really are you in?
Melanie: Yeah I’m in.
Melissa: Good cause I think you’ll like this idea.
Sam: Remembering something from your black out?
Mel nodded and grabbed a fork full of pasta.
Mel: It wasn’t exactly that but it’s when I was in the hospital and I started to remember once more.
Sam: Oh yeah…you going to be okay?
Mel: Yeah I’ll be okay…
But deep in Mel’s heart it didn’t seem like it. She didn’t speak as she shoved a folk in her mouth.
~Part 3: Why? (#NP: “Ready to Roll” by: Jet Black )~
I swallowed hard… Raping the thick leather, the lights above beaming down on my forehead, displaying the salty sweat of my determination run free down the sides of my face, over the bridge of my nose and dripping to the matt floor. Cocking my right arm back, I dive in for another right hook before his gentle white Caucasian face startled me, he stood in front of the punching bag in a shimmering glory. His blonde hair brushed back at the top, shaven at the sides and his tattoo’s brightening under the light… he reached out for me as I lunged, to brush my cheek… and I fumble… heart thumping hard in my chest as I fall forward, face first in to the punching bag before being spun to the matt on my back. Heart leaping in to my throat, I look up in distress… my ears opening up to the creak of the chains… and he was gone like a translucent ghost, he was yet another figment of my imagination trying to play parlor tricks on my brain… and mistakenly my heart.
Then I closed my eyes…
He took a deep breath, breathing me in to his lungs. My warmth filled his body, as his cheeks appeared less flushed. For lack of better words, it felt perfect to him as he thought back through the years, as I spoke, he had wondered where life might have taken us, had the short comings in the past didn’t happen… didn’t happen like they did.
"What happened that made you feel alone?.... I assure you Kay I've always been there with you waiting.... just too scared to act.”
Taking in the memory like a soft sponge filling with cement, I rolled over to my knee’s slamming the sides of my palms in to the matt before pressing my forehead down. ‘You’re gone…’ I knew this is, I had to tell myself this over and over again…. ‘I need something to numb the pain,’…. I spend my days locked in a haze…. Because I can’t stop missing you… babe! Her words ran through the buds in my ears like a pendulum.
I will forever be alone…,it’s a curse…
Mumbling to myself as if reassurance had been necessary, I felt the sharp pains pierce my heart, harder and slower than the metal that had melted through my flesh back in November. Succumbed to the trauma of the last few months had caused my mind once again to be hazey… unable to reconcile with the memories of the past with the dire consequences of the present.
You made sure of that…
The burden had been overwhelming, Unable to pull the proper amount of motive to continue going… curled in to the fetal position like I had… brushing off the undying pain as I push myself off of the matt and exit to the showers. I had thrown in the white towel for the day, needing a change of pace, a change of scenery. And as if the ladies of fate had been witnessing, my phone’s silent buzz alerted me to the message on my phone as I ripped it from my right arm pocket.
Sam: Check your bag…memory strain.
I had waked over to it and see a vile with a blue glow. I took it out and touched it, looking into the glow from it. I felt like I had been slapped.
It had only taken a few minutes….
A few minutes of blank peaceful serenity to pull me back to the darkened reality of terror. As I open my eyes to red, my body stiffened with much panic as I turn to the shower head, spitting out a rain of blood over my skin like liquid velvet. Ultrasonic waves of screams echoed the stalls with a deafening punch… I could nearly feel the tile adorning the walls crumble around me in a façade like 911 to my feet…
They reached out to me…
Their fingers began to pull at my gravitational force… cementing me in place as I attempted to claw my way through the rubble… as I attempted to run from place but unable to move. A knot formed in my throat as I inhaled sharply… holding in my breath as I closed my eyes. My mentality couldn’t handle it, I felt it all sucking me in, like a master playing it’s puppets in his perfect and morbidly twisted play. A sharp pain punched through my skull as I crashed to my knee’s… opening my eyes to stillness.
There were hundreds of them…
Hundreds of desperate hands reaching out to me as if I became their savior. As my heart thumped my chest like a whole punch… as the blood beaded against my face like a torrential rain. I lay amongst the hard white bricked floor, feeling death climb over me… lost in transition as I slip away in to unconsciousness a small brush touches my cheek. Silence pulls over the stall eerily as fingers trail my cheek as if being cupped by two pairs of small hands, those of a child. Then I made the most daring move… a terrible mistake…
I opened my eyes...
Their eyes bore in to mine… tear soaked. Pain washed over their face as if retelling a tragic story, their voices muffled in the distance although they were near. I watched as their lips moved, and my heart hardened with fear as I watched them plead... plead for me to come close. Something inside me pulled towards them as I attempted to skirt myself across the floor and reach out to them but no matter how far I stretched their distance furthered until a large “POP” sounded off against the wall like a firecracker and both girls’ bodies ricocheted backwards as their small bodies were penetrated by bullets.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Everything stood still, for the longest minute of my life… before the small bodies jumped in grotesque distortion… their eyes masked in blood and their faces dark like possession and screamed at me…
“MOMMMY…. HELP US!
I don’t remember screaming like that…. I don’t remember the EMT’s rushing towards the gym showers with such haste… and I certainly don’t recall bashing my head off the side of the shower stall. Everything hazed over as they pulled me from the stall, covered in a towel and before I slipped away from consciousness I gazed quietly back over to the stall where the only evidence of struggle was head sized crack in the tiles and tainted blood colored water staining the floor.
~Part 4: Another fallen blogger. (#NP: “Another fallen brother” by: Tyr)~
This is tough. I honestly don't want to go ahead and hurt my friend - but I know this is business. We all know this is business. And it's about giving the fans a show - that is the point of SCW’s Blaze of Glory. So of course Sam and I will not disappoint. We will do what is needed and that is to head to the ring and tear one another apart - and we'll prove that we've all got what it takes. After all all our title reigns weren’t flukes. And I'd even say that we are indeed as good as each other - but now is the time to find who the better woman actually is.
I guess it's about time, right? It's tough, since Sam is my friend.
So, I’ll be sharing the ring with Sam Marlowe…the woman who took Mikha down, something I couldn’t do. She’s considered one of the greatest athelets in SCW right now. I have nothing but respect for him and the fact that she's pretty much gone from nowhere to somewhere pretty damn quick. She had an incredible career behind him already before joining the wrestling company and she's only been training for roughly a few years I believe… and she's somehow become the best. That goes to show just how much of a natural she is. She's one of the fastest and smartest athletes this company has to offer as well as being one who has a lot of heart. Her putting the Bombshell Championship up against me means a lot to me.
I respect her so much. She's one of the fastest and most passionate athletes in this world and nobody can take that away from her. She always puts the most heart into absolutely everything she does and that's amazing to me. I know people like, well, even myself, try to do the same but he achieves that more so than anybody so honestly, she kills it time and time again and that is why she's known as one of the greatest around.
I am yet to hold the Bombshell Championship during my time here but I am honored to have another chance to potentially earn that title this week. Sam is an amazing Bombshell Champion and has proven to the world why she has been so far unstoppable but that is a title I'd be thrilled to hold - perhaps this is the week for that?
Me, on the other hand? Well, I might have been in this business longer than the likes of Sam overall but he's always been seen as being someone who has stood out more than I have. And Sam pretty much has significant advantages over me in terms of experience but so I count myself out? Of course not. If there is one thing I have been able to show during my time here thus far, it's that I have heart and I am a fighter - I refuse to quit, even when things get tough.
And of course, we know precisely how important the Bombshell Championship is in this industry. Every single athlete who joins this company has their sights set on this title because it's gained notoriety over the years and it's the top prize in the industry as a whole - I never honestly believed I would hold this title, let alone in my career but here I am.
I fought and I fought hard for this. Nobody saw it coming but I'm here and I'm standing tall as the man who made history. But one thing I can guarantee is that I will be putting everything on the line. There are a lot of options in these matches and ones that could seriously change the course of all of our careers - there's so much that could go wrong but at the same time, there's so much that can go right and there are some great opportunities here. It's essentially a level playing field at this point.
But as they say, some of the greatest matches of our time stem from mutual respect amongst opponents. This is the highest level of respect that opponent could have. I don't doubt that for one moment. I don't think even any of our haters could disagree with that. We always perform and that is why we're got so far during my time here. I've not been here long but so what? That just means I've made the biggest impact because I've come from nowhere to getting on track to the top quicker than most. I'm not necessarily an underdog story but I'm a girl you don't expect to see as a top dog here or a guy who is able to be the face of a company but in this industry, you have to expect the unexpected. Nobody could foresee my success but here it is. Now, it could easily be taken away from me but I refuse to let Sam from stopping me.
Anything can happen and perhaps the world can believe that I'll be the one here to lose most but I don't see it that way. I'm confident that I can step up and really show the world that I can be a big name and that is my aim. I don't honestly care about the opinions of others on most occasions but having said that, it would be nice to know that there are more out there who have respect for me and believe in me.
I've overcome the odds plenty of times in the past and I'm still standing through it all. If that doesn't show just how tough I am, then I don't know what does. But I will head into this match confident and ready to do the seemingly impossible again. Many people can count me out in advance - that's fine. It's not like I'm not used to that. But you'll once again see the very best of Melanie Gabrielle this week and I can guarantee that.
Sam I’m ready for this match. I got this match because I left an impression and I can thank Connor for that as well. He deserves his match just as much. We faced each other before, you’ve faced Lucy before. Not once have you counted us out and I thank you for that. You’ve saw that I’ve improved and you got a challenge on your hands. I will not fail and if I do… I go down swinging like I always do.
Now isn’t the time to be nice or the time to be unfocused. I’m going to give it my all and I won’t stop. Sam…you’d have to kill me for me to stop. Like I’ve always said: “They've all tried to kill me; time and time again and once again you'll fail.” I have a personality of an alpha and that makes me a leader. You can ask the people of PWU, you can ask the people of UWF, you can ask my family and friends. I make one of the best leaders you can follow.
Sam, I don’t doubt your leading abilities, I don’t. But I want you to show more of it. I want you to prove not just to me but to the fans why you truly are the champ. I want both of our haters to shut up once they see us in the ring. I hear them talk and that’s all they can do. They could never lace up and throw down like we can.
Sam…
I'm honestly not sure what else there is to say in terms of this match other than this is going to be an amazing match - or matches - and the world will realize why we are the greatest stars that SCW has to offer right now. I am confident that I can live up to expectations and Sam? Let's take care of business.
Fade to black.
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Sam Marlowe walked out of the building and towards her car parked near the entrance. With her head down and duffle held over her shoulder, her demeanor was the total opposite of her usual bubbly self. Still dressed in her ring clothes and wrestling boots with a hoodie thrown over her shoulders, she didn’t look anything like the champion of a wrestling company let alone THE bombshell champion of Sin City wrestling.
As she reached the car, she looks up to spy a figure sitting on the hood, leaning back on her elbows as her red curls fall over her shoulders. Cyn Marlowe smiled at her little sister in a cat that ate the canary look she wears so well. Sam brushes past to get to the trunk of the car as Cyn just lets her go.
“Soooo Sammi, how did it go tonight?” calls out Cyn as she raises one hand holding a cell phone. If you looked closely at it, the logo of SCW could be seen behind dark script. Cyn’s catlike smirk widens as Sam mutters something from behind the open trunk. “What was that Sammi? Did you say something?”
“I said Cyn that I lost tonight, I got eliminated from the Blast from the Past,” Sam says in a dead voice that only makes Cyn roll her eyes as she grins before the look is erased by one of patently false concern. “Isn’t that what you want to hear?” adds Sam as she slams the trunk, a spurt of defiance coming from the woman.
“You know Sammiwich, I don’t like to hear things like that,” begins Cyn in a soothing tone as she slides down the hood, the barest screech of metal along metal heard as Cyn adds a long thin scratch to the car. She stands and motions for Sam to join her. The younger Marlowe slams the trunk closed and walks along the side of the car and into the hug that Cyn is offering. “Awww Sammiwich, you know I only want what’s best for you right? And I believe that I tried to offer my advice,” adds Cyn before turns Sam towards the car door and pats her on the back. “I believe the words are I told you so,” she adds from behind Sam’s back as Sam puts her key in the car lock and unlocks the door.
Sam freezes for a moment, tensing under the hands of her sister. “It wasn’t like that Cyn,” she says as her head turns slightly. “I did my best and…”
Cyn stops her there with a well-placed manicured finger over her lips as she leans against the car. “I may have been ejected out of the building but Sammi, I was still watching the show. Your match just ended and here you are leaving the arena, tucking your tail between your legs and running away just like you always end up doing. How predictable.”
Sam’s lips compress in a line as she gives her sister a hard stare. “I’m not leaving Cyn, I just needed to get out and take some time for me,” Sam states. “I wanted to play some music and then get my equilibrium back before I went back inside.”
Cyn nods sagely as she grips her sister’s arm and straightens up. “I know Sammi I know. You will go back in there, take the blame for the loss and try to make sure everyone is taken care of. And well you should, after all it was because of you that Rage isn’t getting his shot,” Cyn taunts in a voice that sounds sympathetic to Sam’s partner. “It’s not like Rage would blame you Sammi but seeing it was the fact that you were distracting the referee that allowed Spike and Lucy to pull out the win and cost Rage his title shot against J2H...”
Sam turns to look over her car, eyes slightly glazed as she processes the comment. Cyn herself fights to keep the sympathetic look on her face as she watches the play of emotions cross her sister’s face at her barbs. “And you, I am sure that all your friends backstage were there to offer you their sympathy and tell you that it wasn’t your fault. I imagine Ben would offer you a hug because you would have had that woe is me look of Bambi’s mother for being eliminated,” she adds almost matter of factly.
“Ben was probably busy getting ready for his match that was coming up next,” says Sam in a distant voice.
“Oh yes, too busy for a friend I am sure,” taunts Cyn. “Right now he is in the ring fighting for the heavyweight championship isn’t he?”
“Yes he is,” says Sam with a ghost of a smile.
“And here you are only thinking of yourself and getting a bit of time for YOU,” Cyn comments. She peeks at her sister to see if the barb had hit home. “You know I am right Sam but if you feel that you NEED this, who am I to stop you?” Sighing almost disheartenedly, Cyn moves back from the car and around the door that Sam has managed to swing open. “I will leave you alone to your thoughts Sammiwich. Besides I don’t want to be around once the show is over just in case that man Underwood takes it in his head to have me arrested.” With that parting shot, Cyn backs away, turning and heading towards another area of the parking lot. Once she thinks she is far enough away, she turns back to see Sam slide into the car, tossing her cellphone into the passenger seat. With a soft roar, the engine is brought to life and Sam pulls out of the parking spot. Cyn’s smile widens as the green car pulls out of the lot and into the street only to disappear around the corner. Continuing to walk along the pavement, Cyn purses her lips and begins to whistle.
Behind the wheel of the Chevy, Sam doesn’t look back as she drives along the street. The prismatic rainbows of unshed tears tease at the edge of her vision as she slows to pull up at a red light. Almost distractedly, she reaches across the seat to the glove box and pushes the button to open it and reach inside. Pulling the cassette out of it, she slams it home into the stereo and then spins the volume button to begin blaring the music. “ALL ABOARD!” and the maniacal laughter that begins ‘Crazy Train’ barely drowns out the voices still spinning the vitriol through Sam’s thoughts as the light flashes green and she slams her foot down on the gas. The throb of the guitar solo matches her heartbeat as her focus narrows to just the road and the beat. Sam’s head begins to move with the beat as her voice rises with the lyrics, singing along in a mindless escape for only the moment.
The streets out of the city pass in a blur of music. The final exit onto the interstate is achieved as the cassette once again resets itself to play from the beginning of the second side. Sam seems not to care, her eyes blank but focused on the road. An hour later, the green car pulls to the side of a very deserted stretch of the highway and stops. The lights shine into the darkness for only a moment before the engine sputters to a stop and the door is pushed open. Getting out of the car, Sam walks to the side of the road and stares into the blank vista of darkness lit up with pinpoints of stars. The only sounds are nature’s creatures calling out to one another as Sam looks around herself. Spinning in a slow circle and seeing that she is alone, a quick smile is replaced with an angered grimace that is broken by a primal scream.
“ARGHHHHH….WHYYYYYYYY?!”
Sam stands there, the wind barely ruffling her curls as she waits patiently for a response that she is pretty sure isn’t coming. In the distance, a lone coyote’s yip seems to mock her which only makes her laugh.
“Thanks, at least someone is trying to give me an answer,” she calls out to animal. Turn back to the car, she moves to the passenger side and reaches inside for her telephone that is lying on the passenger seat. Pulling up Twitter, she lets her fingers fly over the keys. Leaning against the car, she looks up before clicking on tweet that is wishing the twitterverse good night. With that done, she tosses the phone back into the seat then moves to the front of the car and climbs on the hood. Lying back, she stares up at the sky as if she was looking for the wisdom of the ages.
“How much is it my fault that we were eliminated tonight?” she demands. Even the vocalization sounds self-blaming Sam thinks as she brings her hands to her temples and rubs at them. “I know that we had them, we were this close,” she mutters crazily as if trying to escape the blame which squarely refocuses on her. “Then I saved Rage only to have it turn on me and cost us the match,” Sam sighs as closer, a coyote agrees with her. “Yeah, what do you know,” she calls out. “It took Lucy hitting Rage with a chair to get the win. I wasn’t even in the ring and I lost it for our team.”
Sam lets her eyes drift closed as the wind tickles at the tears she is fighting back. A howl closer to the car opens them again and forces Sam from the hood of the car to the inside. Rolling up the driver side window, Sam mutters something almost under her breath before leaning across the seat to roll up the passenger side window. The litany of phrases repeats themselves, each one rising in volume.
“It’s not my fault…it’s not my fault…IT’S NOT MY FAULLLLTTTTT!”
The final snippet rings off the interior of the Chevy loudly as Sam fights the losing battle against frustration before collapsing in sobs against the seat, her red curls hiding the rough shaking of her shoulders with each gulping breath…
The sound of a soft buzz is heard mixed with the insistent knocking on the window of the silent car. Sam startles awake and lifts her head to sleepily figure out where she was. The knocking on the window is added to by a State trooper who calls out to her.
“Are you okay miss?” he demands as Sam fights herself into the driver’s seat and upright. Tear stains mar her dusty cheeks as she swipes at her hair to fight it into some semblance of order before she begins to roll the window down.
“I’m fine officer, I must have fallen asleep. I was driving home last night after the wrestling show I took part in. Sin City Wrestling Climax Control in Tempe last night,” says Sam before yawning slightly as she lets her head fall into her hands, the heels of which wipe the remaining sleep from her eyes.
The officer continues to give the car a once over as it looking for evidence of something not right but he finally nods and smiles at Sam who offers him a returning grin. “As long as you are all right Ma’am, I’ll be on my way then.”
Sam waves him off with thanks as her phone begins to buzz again on the seat beside her, lighting up to show the time of just after ten in the morning. Reaching for it she swipes her fingerprint against it allowing the window to light up with her twitter account. She scrolls through her twitter feed, barely glancing at the comments until she reached the comment she remembered tweeting before her breakdown. Reading it she half chuckles to herself.
Samantha Marlowe @sammi_which
g'night twitterverse from alongside the interstate as I watch the stars from the hood of my car. #zenonthesideoftheroad
“Look at that,” she muses. “Not one reply. Not one ‘are you ok?’ or ‘where are you?’ comment. It’s like I am tweeting to see myself tweet.”
Sam stared hard at the screen for the barest of moments before letting her fingers fly over the keys; a soft beep with each letter typed the only sound in the interior of the car.
This is Sam Marlowe signing off, signing out and saying goodbye twitterverse !
With one last tap, she was ready to hit the tweet button. For the past couple of months she was living her life one hundred and forty characters at a time. Maybe it was time she focused on something else. Maybe what she needed to do was focus on the important things in her life like defending her title and being the best wrestler she could be.
Sam looked out the windshield then down once more at the tweet waiting patiently for her to hurtle it into the ether that was the Internet. Taking a slow deep breath, she hovered over the tweet button for the barest moment then shifted her thumb to the delete button watching passionlessly as each character was erased. Once the screen was blank once more, she tosses the phone to the side and reaches for the key in the ignition. Turning it, Sam inhales as the engine comes to life. A small smile plays around her lips as she shifts into gear and leans on the gas that sends a small shower of gravel spinning behind her as she pulls back on the interstate in the direction of Vegas and home.
Pulling into her driveway, Sam slides out of the car and grabs her bag as her elderly neighbor is outside watching the action on the street. With a friendly wave and smile, Sam heads to the door and inside her home. Taking only long enough to shower and change (no peeping pervs), the young woman escapes the house again to find her neighbor has moved down the drive and towards the redhead’s car.
“Good morning dearie,” she says as she takes in the jeans, sneakers and tshirt on Sam. “Is everything all right with you? You were wearing some very strange clothes young lady.”
Sam has the grace to blush and nod as she once more opens the car door. “Yes it is ma’am. Those were just my work clothes.” The elderly neighbor’s sparse eyebrows rise alarmingly as Sam realizes what the woman might be thinking. Moving to meet her at the fence, Sam puts her hands on the top of the metal bar. “I’m not in that line of work. I’m a wrestler. We tend to wear gear like that for our matches. I just didn’t have time to change before I headed home.”
The elderly lady smiles as she pats Sam’s hand. “Well I am glad to hear that dear. It looks like you are heading out again. I won’t keep you.”
Sam waves at the neighbor while backing towards her car. “I’m just heading to the mall,” she says as she opens her car door and then stops. “Is there anything you need while I am out?”
The neighbor shakes her head and waves off Sam. Getting into the car, Sam pulls away and heads towards the mall. Once there, she pulls into the parking lot, grabs her bag and then locks her car before she heads inside. Walking along the hall of the mall, she moves confidently towards the food court spying out a Starbucks and moving into the line, she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a wallet. Finally she makes her way to the front of the line and steps up to the counter.
“I’d like a cool lime refresher and a lemon poppyseed slice,” orders Sam. Told the total, she pulls a debit card from the wallet and slips it along the debit machine and then pushes her pin numbers in. Turning to look over the food court, she moves to the end of the counter to wait on her drink. Once the barista is finished, she hands the faintly green drink to Sam who thanks her and moves towards an empty seat. Sitting down and setting her drink to the side, Sam pulls her ever present book out of her bag and sets it and a pen down on the table in front of her. Opening it, she writes for a moment then looks up to find a young boy looking at her. She smiles shyly and waves a bit at the little boy who smiles himself and ducks down behind the seat.
Sam once more looks down at the book on the table then sips at the drink before noticing that the little boy has once more popped up but has moved closer. She watches out of the corner of her eye as he leans over the seat, his hand reaching out slightly towards her as if he wanted to tap her on the shoulder but was too afraid to. Sam says nothing as she seems to focus on the paper in front of her but wiggles slightly closer to the little boy. She sees him turn to his mother so she turns to face him. As he turns back, her smile widens as she speaks to him.
“Hi there, I’m Sam,” she says as she holds out a hand.
The little boy squeals in excitement which gets his mother’s attention. She turns to see her son about to launch himself at Sam and quickly grabs the back of his shirt. “I hope he isn’t bothering you too much miss,” the mother says with a loving glare at the little boy who is almost bouncing in his seat as he keeps saying ‘it’s her it’s her’ and pointing.
“It is perfectly all right ma’am,” offers Sam as she ruffles the little boy’s hair. “I bet he doesn’t even know me.”
“I do so know you!” he exclaims as he jumps down from his seat then moves to where Sam is sitting and sits right beside her. “You are Sammi Marlowe and my favoritest wrestler in SCW! Daddy lets me watch with him sometimes. But he says I can’t watch Blaze of Glory because it is past my bedtime.” That comment is followed by a pout of sadness that just makes Sam reach over and hug the little guy.
“That is so not right,” says Sam as the little boy gets comfortable beside her. “Maybe you could talk to your Dad and he can let you watch the replay the next day.”
“Can I Mommy? Can I ask Daddy to watch the show?” he asks his mother.
“Well…” she begins before having to laugh at the way her son had gotten on his knees and was giving her the Puss in Boots big eyes and hopeful pout. Sam plays along and offers her own pout to match the little boy’s. The mother waves her hands in surrender.
“Thank you Sammi, thank you,” says the little boy as he turns to wrap his small arms around the neck of Sam who is bowled backwards. “Daddy is going to be sooo mad he wasn’t here to see you like I am,” he adds proudly.
“Tell you what, why don’t I give you something for you to show him?” asks Sam as she looks around for her pen that had rolled along the table. Taking it, she opens her book to a blank spot and pulls a piece of the light pink paper from it. Closing the book, she leans over towards the boy. “What’s your name by the way?” she asks as the pen is poised over the paper.
“I’m Keith,” he says proudly as he pulls on his shirt. Sam leans over the paper and begins to write, speaking the words outloud for the boy.
“To my besterest fan Keith,” she begins. “From the SCW Bombshell champ…Sam Marlowe.”
Once she finishes it, she hands the paper to Keith and then is overwhelmed once more by a hug from the little boy. As he joins his mother, Sam stuffs her book, pen and the slice of lemon poppyseed loaf into her bag and pulls it over her shoulder. With one final wave for Keith, she disappears into one of the stores near the food court.
Walking along the store, Sam’s attention is on the row of sweet smelling soaps and candles of Bath and Body Works. As she leans in to inhale the scent of Honolulu Sun, her ear perks up as if hearing her name called. Looking around the shop, she shakes her head and moves deeper into the shop. After spending a while in the shop, she exits to find Ben standing on a table, his voice raised as he complains to the security guard. Sam rushes over and calls up to her friend.
“Ben, what are you doing up there?” she asks as she gets his attention.
“I was looking for you. Did a bear eat ya phone or something?” he demands while still on the table. Sam turns to the guard who still has an eye on Ben.
“Don’t worry,” she offers with an apologetic smile. “I got it from here.”
Sam stands there as Ben leaps from the table and begins to rattle off how he tried to get a hold of her. He mentioned carrier pigeons and ravens which only makes Sam smile. She wanted desperately to tell him what had happened that night but she falls back to the usual excuse she would use to brush off the blame. “I just needed some time alone after Sunday,” she admits.
Ben continues to give her trouble as Sam stands there, her mind screaming and wanting to tell him just what it was that sent her fleeing Sunday, how talking to Spike and Cyn had driven all thought of being present in the moment was the last thing she wanted to do. She managed to keep that scream from escaping and only managed to say that she needed to get away. And that was when Ben offered to whisk her away which only makes her stop and stare at him.
“Why?” she asks only to have Ben inform her that he needed to go to New York to film something with his partner and did Sam want to come see it.
Did Sam join him in New York…and what was he doing there anyways? Go check it out…But don’t forget to come back
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Days later, Sam and Ben have returned to Vegas. Sam pulls up to her home and stops the car. Getting out of it, she smiles at the elderly neighbor. Ben slides out of the car to wave as well but his smile fades a little as the lady lets her eyes narrow slightly and her two fingers move between her eyes and Ben’s. The Cockney king quickly follows after Sam who has reached the door and opened it with her keys before grabbing her mail. Walking inside, she tosses the keys into a small porcelain bowl sitting on the table by the door and then turns to wait as Ben walks inside. Shutting the door behind him, she calls over her shoulder.
“Did you want something to drink?”
She continues on into the kitchen as she flips through her mail. Reaching the fridge pulls open the door and pulls out a small bottle of ice tea and sets it on the counter by the mail and then reaches into the cupboard to pull out a glass and sets it down as well. Lifting the bottle, she pours a tall glass of the light golden liquid and then sets the bottle down again. Picking up the glass she glances down at the pile of letters, her empty hand pushing each out of the way as she reads the address.
Suddenly she stops stock still as she sees the logo of the University of Nevada. She lowers the glass almost nervously, a slight hitch in her breathing the only indication of her nervousness. Once she sets down the glass she reaches for the envelope and pulls it towards her.
“Oh gosh, this is nerve-wracking,” she mutters as she flips it over and then slides her nail under the lip of the envelope and runs it along to open it. Gasping at the bite of a paper cut, she finishes opening it and then sticks her finger into her mouth as she flips open the lips and pulls out the letter inside.
Ben finds her standing in the kitchen, one finger in her mouth and her other hand holding onto a piece of paper.
“What is it darlin’?” he asks as he reaches for the paper and tugs at it lightly.
“I got accepted,” Sam says almost unbelievingly. “I applied to go for my Masters and I got accepted.”
“Congrats Sam,” replies Ben as he reads the letter. “But isn’t this going to put a crimp in your plan to be champion?”
Sam turns to look at him, the realization hitting her. “Oh god, I totally forgot I had applied before I won the championship. But I think that I can do this…just going to have to keep focused. After all, I focused on Mikah and won the title in the first place. Besides I can take my Masters slowly if I need to.”
“Then congrats love, I’ll drink to that,” Ben says with a smile as he reaches for her glass and drains it as Sam gives him a glare before grabbing her glass back.
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Samantha Marlowe Video Diary…
Blaze of Glory is coming up fast and I am walking into the match of my life. Well the second match of my life.
At the last supercard I won the Bombshell championship from someone that everyone thought was unbeatable. I focused and I pushed myself further than I have ever pushed myself before and I won the title. And for the past month I have been focused on the Blast from the Past and making my way all the way to the semifinals where my trainer’s husband and his partner needed to cheat to win the match and eliminate me and Rage. And for the past two weeks I have blamed myself for that.
But I realized something from that. I won the Bombshell championship and as champion, I need to defend that title. I need to prove that I can remain one of the leading bombshells in SCW. Otherwise I am nothing more than a paper champion and I refuse to be one of those. So I am more than willing to step up to the plate at the Show of shows for SCW, Blaze of Glory five.
This night will be two firsts for me. The first first is that it will be my first ever Blaze of Glory and I am ready to stand there at Blaze of Glory and go toe to toe with anyone in the business. The second first is that I will be defending my first title for the first time and it is in a match against one woman that I know has been a driving force and champion before in Sin City Wrestling. Am I ready for this? You are darn right I am!
Before we go any further, it isn’t the rematch with Mikah that I am having to deal with at Blaze of Glory. It is facing Melanie Gabrielle, former Bombshell Roulette champion. And my friend…
I know we can’t always have it where you can have a friendly match in a business like ours but when it comes to this match at Blaze of Glory, I know I am going to be in for the fight of my life. I have seen what Melanie can do with her opponents and I have lost to her before but that isn’t what I am thinking right now. As a matter of fact I am using that as motivation to push myself further.
My rise in SCW has been meteoric some say and I am setting myself up for a fall but where I have done that is when I doubt myself and I can’t let that stop me in Phoenix. I have to have faith in the fact that I am the Bombshell champion and that I won it from the woman that everyone said no one could beat. But I beat her. I am the one that holds this belt and I am the one that will be defending it. And believe me when I tell you that this belt is going to be defended with every fiber of my being…
But Melanie, I have to give you every respect in this match. You are a machine when it comes to wrestling and on any given day you would be able to win title after title. That is what I know I have to be ready for and I have to prepare to bring the fight to you.
I have to fight my kind of match in the way that I haven’t ever done before. I can’t just sit back and let you bring your fight to me. If I did that, I wouldn’t have this title long so when it comes to the match and the bell rings you aren’t going to be facing a friend. You will be facing the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell champion and as such, I am not going to give you the chance to take my title. People are saying that it is your match to win and my match to lose however, at Blaze of Glory five I am not going to lose.
That is not meant to be a threat to you Melanie, it is meant to be a promise to myself. This is going to be the night that I prove to all the naysayers and especially my sister that I am the Bombshell champion for a reason. And after the match, when I am still Bombshell champion, I am going to offer you my hand and give you the props you deserve.
We will blow the roof off the GCU Arena when we step inside that ring. I expect nothing less Melanie because I am not going to give you anything less than my best in our match.
I’ll see you in Phoenix and may the best woman win friend.